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Xiao Lingming slowly closed the jade plate, held the hem of the skirt with both hands, and slowly knelt down on the cold lotus-chiseled gold bricks. Li Fu had already taken a bunch of incense with foresight and lit it.

The rich smell of incense offerings hovered upwards with the stars and sparks on the vermilion incense candles. Xiao Lingming reached out to take them, bowed and prostrated three times. According to the etiquette of esoteric religion, he raised them above his head and paused for a moment. , Then put both hands on the incense stand, and kowtow again.

Li Fu bent down and forcefully helped Xiao Lingming up, and said softly: "You are a fan of the authorities." Then he said: "You have watched with your own eyes how the saint treated you and how the Qinghe princess was treated back then."

Xiao Lingming and Li Fu walked out of Mizhu Temple one after the other. He smiled silently and shook his head, "Song Yu forced me, so why am I forcing him... that's all... don't think about it."

"The sage is about to go down, are you going to the Hanyuan Hall?" Seeing that his mood had dropped again, Li Fu changed the topic when he looked up at the sky.

Xiao Lingming hummed, but then smiled with ambiguous meaning, "Send someone back to take the things Song Xian sent to Hanyuan Palace." Li Fu responded, turned her head and gave Sulan a wink, and pointed to Sulan to go back.

Xiao Lingming took Li Fu's hand and sat on the car, as if he realized that at some point, the curtains on the car had been replaced with thin gauze, and he frowned slightly as he thought of something, " Time really flies, it's been almost a year..."

Li Fu is such a fine person, how could she not have expected it, she immediately nodded and said: "Miss Sui'er's death day, I must be carefully arranged by someone."

"Well...she likes to be lively." After Xiao Lingming finished speaking, Fang Fang seemed to remember, "Although Song Yun has been raised by Gu's side, Gu Xiang Sui'er never wants to get close to her. She left her mother, Song Xian She also has a weak relationship with the child. Although she is a princess, she is pitiful after all. And... Awan is a caring person, and she was still talking to her aunt by her side a few days ago."

He pursed his lips as he spoke, "Gu knows it's impolite, but Li Fu, if you take her out to see Sui'er, you'll take her as Gu's substitute."

Although it's only the beginning of summer, the Hanyuan Hall, which is afraid of the heat, has been using ice early. Xiao Lingming hasn't set foot in it for a long time. He raised his fan and hid it in front of his face.

Naturally, driving is not as fast as walking, when Xiao Lingming passed the prostrating courtiers and stepped into the inner hall, Su Lan, who went back to fetch things, was already kneeling and waiting inside.

Li Fu took a look at Su Lan. Although this girl was promoted by the new emperor, she was clever and winky, and her temperament was bold and lively.In the old days, there was Sui'er, and it was fine with the late emperor watching, but Sui'er left first, and the late emperor passed away again.Li Fu was always worried about Xiao Lingming's state of mind, afraid that he would worry too much, so she was willing to promote these lively and angry people to stay beside Xiao Lingming.

Seeing Xiao Lingming coming in, Su Lan glanced at Li Diaosi who had put Fuchen aside to change his clothes, seeing that he had no intention of doing anything wrong, she happily offered the clothes and came forward to serve him personally.

Xiao Lingming slightly raised his hands and stretched his arms, and Su Lan still carefully packed the purse and jade pendant around his waist for him. He looked at the gold and jade carvings on the roof of Hanyuan Hall that he was obviously tired of looking at.

I don't know if the clothes on my body are different, or the mood of the people standing here is different.Some new thoughts came into his mind for no reason, and he turned his head and said to Li Fu who was carefully arranging the layered cuffs for him, "I was tossing and turning for two nights after strangling Concubine Hui, so I always asked this question... ...I used to be puzzled why the late Emperor had blood on his hands but was never tired of it."

Li Fu lowered her head, kept moving her hands, and asked with a smile, "Then you can figure it out now."

Xiao Lingming withdrew his hand, and stroked the cuff subconsciously. Although it was the same toga with large sleeves, the cuffs were trimmed neatly, and there were no gold, jade or pearls as pendants, which made Xiao Lingming feel a little uncomfortable under his touch. A few words, when it cost the lives of dozens of people in Dingyuanhou's mansion, I take it for granted..."

"...Maybe I have figured it out a little bit." Xiao Lingming followed Li Fu's strength and sat in front of the mirror, watching him remove the pearls and gold jade from his hair and re-tie it, "If you don't take it for granted, you will suffer Can't live with these."

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On the way back to the palace, Song Xian heard Lan Ting report the news of Xiao Lingming's waking up, his heart was hot and hesitant for a while.When he arrived in front of the Hanyuan Hall, his steps would be fast and slow, and he tripped over his right foot from time to time.

When Song Xian walked extremely unevenly all the way to the two-person-high five-panel screen of mountains, mountains and beasts in front of the inner hall, he finally took a breath, calmed down, and stepped in.

But even though Song Xian had made up his mind and made full preparations, after he walked around the screen, he saw Li Fu standing beside him, wearing a black gold dragon robe and a crown, and leaning on the table with a book Xiao Lingming, who was watching quietly, couldn't help but suddenly changed his face, and his feet stopped.

Hearing the movement, Xiao Lingming buckled down the scroll in his hand, half-hid his face and looked sideways, and easily caught the residual surprise and fear from Song Xianfei's usual gentle expression.

"You're in good health." Song Xian let out a sigh of relief, and greeted him with the same smiling face as usual.

However, when Song Xianfang took two steps, he was hit by the scroll in Xiao Lingming's hand.

Xiao Lingming's strength in throwing the book was merciless, and with all his force, Song Xian hissed and staggered back a step.Song Xian clutched the scroll that had been smashed to his chest, and handed it to the palace servant kneeling beside him, and said with apologetic smile, "Didn't I admit it all wrong? Why is Minger so arrogant?"

Xiao Lingming took a fixed look at him, sat up straight, and rolled his eyes at Song Xian with no manners, "Did the sage feel complacent when he delivered the clothes? It's really true that you feel like you're letting the world go by your hand." The love saint in this book."

"Don't all the emperors in this world have to give way to you, the only infatuated emperor in ancient and modern times. Then Xiao Lingming should come down the steps no matter how ignorant he is!"

Song Xian turned a deaf ear to his sarcasm, stepped forward in three or two steps, hugged Xiao Lingming's waist, buried him firmly in his arms, raised his hand to cover Xiao Lingming's unforgiving mouth, his own mouth Shang Jiji started talking, "You vomited blood that day, Xian'er was really frightened!"

However, the person who was oppressed by the emperor had no intention of saving face for the emperor at all. Xiao Lingming slapped Song Xianlai to cover his hand, but seemed worried, and pinched his hands, "Your Majesty feels lonely against the world and against the throne." I'm not interested, I've always been lazy and soft-hearted and easy to talk, I must be moved to tears, and then I'll wait for you to coax me."

"All in all, it's good if you want it, and you won't have any interest in the clothes." After finishing speaking, Xiao Lingming raised his chin and glanced at Song Xian, "Right, Song Xian?"

Song Xian's old background was lifted by him one after another, and there was not even a single bottom left. At this time, he was quite unable to get off the stage, and Xiao Lingming, who had taken a serious slap in the face, restrained his hands, and simply moved his waist and abdomen forcefully to get up to bite Xiao Lingming. That chattering mouth.

Song Xian sucked Xiao Lingming's rare rouge-free lips, licked it again, rubbed it with the tip of his teeth, and said vaguely against him: "You can wear it if you want... I never thought about it like that. I just... I was angry with Xian'er because I thought you hadn't forgiven Xian'er, and I was a little surprised to see you in the Han Yuan Hall."

"Xian'er is so sincere to you, how can there be those dark thoughts you think..."