Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

Mingguang Hall.

Layers of memorials were piled up on his desk, and King Zhou Hui, who devoted himself to taking care of Queen Su, went straight into Qingxiang Palace and threw the mess to him mercilessly.

He lightly ticked it with a vermilion pen, and the candle was dimly lit in front of the incense table.

Slowly raising his hand and pinching his stiff neck, he sorted out the documents that needed to be delivered urgently. When he got up, he saw a figure passing by outside the window.

At this time, the palace lanterns were high, and the night was quiet.

He frowned, pushed the door out, and chased the shadow to a quiet path in the north of the palace.

In the depths of the path, a dark tower stands tall, and on the top of the tower, there are flickering lights dancing on and off.

He lifted his foot and was about to approach.

In the shadows, the laughing courtiers came holding the lamps, hugging the bronze tripod, which could be seen from a distance.

At this time, he was hiding behind the rockery, and saw a servant girl looking back, he immediately turned around and pressed against the rock wall, watching from a distance the servant girls in twos and threes were silent before stepping into the deep tower, and then looked left and right for a moment, in a moment , and disappeared into the shadows.

"Heavenly Dao Pagoda..." His hand, which was still rubbing against the rock wall, stopped suddenly at this moment.

He remembered that the Tiandao Pagoda in the royal palace was not a place where the palace people laughed and went in and out.

He watched the mist lingering in the deep pagoda rising slowly, turned around and retreated, and began to think about the figures outside the Mingguang Hall just now.

Why did that person lead him here?

After some thinking, I couldn't understand.He frowned and looked back, then returned to Mingguang Hall.

At the end of the child's time.

The lights in the hall were all extinguished, and the dim stars on the deep pagoda were still fluttering with the wind, making a path dark and difficult to see.

Hidden by flowers and trees, the short-headed man with an indistinguishable expression stared at the direction Feng Yanghou was leaving for a long time.

"You meet him frequently now, do you have any plans?" A long-toned voice floated out from slightly parted lips.

Beside him, the person who lived in the deep tower for a long time walked through the rockery, covered his face with a black cloak, and could only catch a glimpse of a pair of thin lips that stopped, and opened his mouth quietly.

"Don't worry, I won't restrain him anymore."

The bright white moonlight casts mottled shadows in the forest, and the mist is fragrant.

A woman in a black veil stood deep in the shade of the flowers. When the breeze passed by, a brocade dress with green grass and streamers floated up, making her cheeks like jade and her eyes blurred.

She raised her eyebrows that were not stained with ink, and a bright and striking breath rushed towards her face.

"After decades of ups and downs, you have finally come to an epiphany."

In the forest, the withered petals and leaves were dusted by Xuanqing's boots.

The eyes under the black hood were deep, and the short-headed man stuck his neck, as if he was nailed in place by these words.

The pupils were beautiful, and when the woman pursed her lips and smiled, there was a touch of softness and a touch of ruthlessness.

"After a while, you will be able to speak frankly with him."

"Thinking about it, it's time for you to meet him too."

The woman leaning against the trunk of the tree slowly stretched out a hand, and caressed the short-headed man's eyes that radiated Ling Han's dead air.

These eyes, which were once radiant and scorching to the mind, were her true love held in the palm of her hand and regarded as treasures.

The woman lowered her wrist, her smile still touching her heartstrings.

The short-headed man stretched his eyebrows, only watching the black-capped woman who stepped into the deep tower facing him, and locked the hidden button in the tower door.

The short-headed man turned around instantly.

The servant of Chu Ai, who was hiding in the deepest part of Huayin, came out step by step, as if peeping and eavesdropping were commonplace.

The short-headed man stared at the person in front of him, frowned, and strangled the person's neck with his fingers.

Chu Ai's soft and charming voice was drowned in the rustling wind, and the corners of her eyes were forced to tears by the suffocating feeling of dying, "Let... let go! I... have no... no hostility."

The short-headed man looked at the flushed Chu Ai Shijun in front of him, his black eyes were deeply locked, and there seemed to be no waves in the sky, making one feel like falling into the gate of hell.

The short-headed man raised his eyes slowly, hesitated for a moment, and then let go of his hand.

At this moment, the short-headed man looked at Chu Ai trying to open his mouth to breathe, and there was not even a trace of ups and downs of joy and anger on his face tightly wrapped in black cloth.

The memorials were still left in the Mingguang Hall, and after they were reviewed and reviewed, they were neatly placed on the side of the Tan case in stacks.

He bid farewell to Eunuch Zhang, who was ordered to come over for routine inspections in front of Mingguang Hall, and headed north along the straight road.

Before he left the palace, he saw that Eunuch Zhang seemed to have inadvertently mentioned the matter that King Rouli wanted to send envoys to congratulate King Zhou Hui and Queen Su.

Although he had negotiated with Chao Gui about Zhou Rao's alliance with Rouli, he still didn't quite understand King Rouhuai's thoughts.

If envoy Rouli came here with ulterior motives... After all, he didn't want to see the situation where the relationship between the two countries disintegrated instantly.

He lowered his eyes and walked on the long corridor.

"Master Hou, the carriage is waiting outside."

A guard of the palace clasped his fists and said to him.

He looked up, and outside the palace gate paved with ice-cracked marble, the long-awaited carriage was quietly parked beside the official road.

It seems that since he returned to Fengyang Hou Mansion, he has rarely seen Ji inside and outside the palace.

I heard that Ji temporarily took Youshi's seat and trained new recruits in the military camp on the outskirts of the city.

He approached the carriage, staring at it with warm eyes, "Lu Yi, go to the Liu residence."

He lifted the curtain of the car and turned to look at the guard who was about to drive the horse.

Lu Yi sat in front of the carriage, grinned at him, and raised his whip.

He thought, Ji should have not returned to the city these few days; and he still had to take time to visit the left prime minister Liu Tiao, who had lost his beloved son, to show his colleagues' concern.

The prime minister's mansion is on the south side, and across a few bustling streets, you can see the tall and magnificent mansion.

He got out of the carriage and was about to step on the threshold when he met the butler of the Liu residence who had returned from buying mourning clothes.

"Master Hou, please go back."

"Lord Zuo Xiang has not thought about tea and food these days, and his beloved son is even bereaved. It's hard to calm down."

The housekeeper respectfully rejected him, then rushed into the gate of the mansion in a hurry, and with a bang, the gate of Liu's mansion was closed tightly.

He knew that he had been shut down, and thinking of the pain of Liu Xiang's bereavement, he didn't intend to stop the housekeeper, but the smile lines on the corners of his mouth became more serious, and he thought of Liu Yu's playful face again in his heart.

The Liu family issued an order to expel him.Since it is not pleasing, he will not disturb Liu Xiang's mourning.

He was idling in the courtyard of his mansion, putting down the scroll in his hand, and outside the window, it was dawn again.

Ever since he became a criminal minister, this Fengyanghou's mansion has become much deserted and quiet, and it has become a little more peaceful for no reason.

He stood up, opened the door, and walked out of the inner hall.

In the leafy courtyard, a thin layer of dust has accumulated on the stone table, which is especially quiet under the shade of trees.

He lay lazily on the open chair, swaying slightly, lowering his eyes to feel the comfort of being isolated from the warm breath.

Great shade under the tree.

Feeling helpless at the momentary comfort he thought of, he shook his head slowly, as if mocking himself.

He has been here for several years, and it is unbelievable that he has developed a passion for pleasure after stepping on a foreign land.

He thought about raising his hand, the rising sun seemed like a rising star.

He pursed his thin lips, tasted the freshness for a moment, then nodded and said, "Come in, don't hide."

He was still lying leisurely on the open chair, and the moment his eyebrows were slightly raised, someone suddenly rushed out from the stone pillar behind the door.

Hearing the careless footsteps of the visitor, he could tell who it was without opening his eyes.

"Your Highness, you are messing around again."

A pair of slender hands like green onions covered his eyes, he turned around, and saw a delicate girl in a lake blue tulle dress.

I heard that Princess Danyang's rules were relaxed the day before yesterday. Thinking about it, yesterday, she had played all over Qianyang City.

He looked at her and felt that the confinement of Qingxiang Palace was a tortured purgatory for her.

Thinking of the scene of Danyang "looking for death and life" the day before yesterday begging Qi Xin to release the foot restraint order, Qi Xin refused, Danyang would be soft and stubborn, and if he couldn't do it, he would directly pull out the three-foot white silk, threatening to "hang the southeast branch by himself".

Even the pregnant Queen Su couldn't stand it.

Danyang's savage willfulness is really the same as Qi Xin's.

Sure enough, they are close siblings.

He raised his hand and patted Danyang's fingers pulling his sleeve away, and said with a mocking smile: "Why didn't Her Royal Highness follow your brother today?"

As he expected, she got the permission to enter and leave the palace at will, so she pestered Qi Xin all day long, so that after the end of the court, Qi Xin took a detour and hid in the Qingxiang Palace, closing the door behind closed doors.

In the past, it was Danyang who avoided Qi Xin; now, it is Qi Xin who avoids Danyang everywhere.

Princess Danyang is now Qi Xin's boredom.

What's more, not only Qi Xin, but even the whole palace will hide when they see her, even he is afraid of being forced by Danyang to do some weird and inexplicable things.

He couldn't help coughing a few times, Danyang smiled coyly, pouted his lips, and said sullenly: "Brother Wang guards Sister Su all day! Sister Su is pregnant, how can I rob someone from Sister Su? Besides, Brother Wang always It’s with a straight face, I thought, it’s not as good as Lord Hou’s eyes.”

After Danyang pouted, he gripped the chair next to him tightly and hummed twice.

The Danyang in front of him lost his stubborn complex, and instead became more pure and lovely, which made him unable to bear to throw this eccentric Princess Danyang out of the house.

Thinking about it, this is what Qi Xin expected as a brother.

"Looking closely, Lord Hou is really a handsome man." Danyang blinked at him, "It's no wonder Brother Wang likes you. Brother Wang's favor for Lord Hou is something that no one else can repair in several lifetimes." Blessings to come."

Danyang suddenly started to compliment him.

"His Royal Highness, the princess is absurd. This Marquis is just a mere male favourite, so he can't get on the stage. The favor of the king should be reserved for the three thousand fans in the palace."