Master is a white moonlight

The next day, just after Maoshi.

Zhu Hua then led a group of maidservants to stand at the door of the sleeping hall, and his gentle voice came into the hall.

"Your Highness, are you awake?"

Leng Yizhen half-closed her eyes, unwilling to open them.Turned over and continued to sleep deeply.

Last night, he tossed and turned and fell asleep in the middle of the night, thinking about Mo Yu's safety and whereabouts all the time.

Not only that, Leng Yizhen still had many questions in his mind.He wanted to return to Shen Han's side as soon as possible and ask what happened.

Zhu Hua looked up at the sky, didn't dare to say any more, so he stood at the door of the bedroom in a proper manner.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps not far away.

Following the voice, Zhu Hua raised his eyes, and when he saw the high priest in court clothes appearing in his field of vision, Zhu Hua hurriedly bent down to salute.

A group of maidservants behind them also bowed down and saluted, speaking in unison.

"High Priest, Wan An."

First, the high priest's white boots appeared in Zhu Hua's eyes, and then the high priest's warm voice came from above his head.

"Is the princess still awake?"

"Back to the high priest, yes." Zhu Hua lowered his head and replied respectfully.

"Guard Huo." Xuan Qiao's eyes still stayed on the gate of the palace, and she spoke indifferently.

"Your subordinate is here!" Standing at the front of the group of guards, guard Huo took a step forward, knelt down on one knee, and said in a respectful voice.

"Pass down the order, and the morning court will be changed to Sishi today."

"Here, this subordinate takes orders!" Huo guard clasped his fists and said respectfully.

The first time Leng Yizhen woke up, he saw the woman who looked exactly like the master again.

Xuan Loi wore a more luxurious crescent white court dress today, with a phoenix totem embroidered with gold thread on the chest, and auspicious cloud pattern tattooed on the sleeve robe.Around the waist is a plain white belt with a white jade buckle.

The white jade buckle is of high quality, white and moist in color, and it is integrated with the crescent white court clothes.

She wore a white jade crown on her head, and all her black hair was tied in the crown, and no makeup was applied on her face.

The twelve prongs hang down in front of the eyes, vaguely covering the long and narrow evil phoenix eyes, and the coquettish tear mole at the end of the left eye.

"Xian'er, are you awake?" Xuan Qiao showed a harmless smile to Leng Yiluo, and stretched out her right hand.

Leng Yikang stepped back reflexively, covering his chest tightly with both hands.

"Xiao'er, why are you afraid of being a teacher?" Xuan Qiao frowned slightly and looked at Leng Yiluo, slightly disappointed.

Leng Yijiao continued to remain silent, looking at Xuanqi with a pair of almond eyes, biting her lower lip lightly.

For some reason, Leng Yijiao was particularly afraid of this person, a kind of fear from the bottom of his heart.

"I heard from Jian'er's personal maid that you don't remember anything." Xuan Qiao looked at Leng Yijiao and said with a smile, "Is there such a thing?"

Leng Yijiao tapped his chin lightly, looking at Xuanqi's eyes a little dodge.

"I thought Jian'er just didn't remember being a teacher." Xuan Qiao wanted to raise her hand to touch Leng Yijiao's cheek, but Leng Yijiao avoided her, and her hands froze in mid-air.

"Forget it, it's okay if you don't remember." Xuan Qiao withdrew her hand and said calmly.

"Can you tell me..." Leng Yijiao thought for a while, looked at Xuan Qiao and added, "Who am I?"

Being called a princess over and over again, Leng Yijiao really wanted to find out why.

"Okay, I promise you, my teacher, I will tell you everything." Xuan love stretched out her right hand to Leng Yijiao again as she spoke, and said with a smile on her lips, "However, I'd better go to court with my teacher first." Well, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty have been waiting for two hours."

Leng Yijiao hesitated for a few seconds, his eyes fell on Xuan's hand, and finally he put his hand in Xuan's palm.

Xuan Qiao personally took care of Leng Yijiao to freshen up, which made Leng Yizhen have the illusion for a moment that the person in front of him was Mo Yu.

"Come here, go and get my conch Dai." Xuan Qiao took the ivory comb from the hand of the servant girl and ordered, "Today, the priest will personally dress the princess."

"Here." The servant girl bowed respectfully.

Leng Yizhen sat in front of the golden nanmu dressing table, looked at himself in the mirror with his long hair loose, and frowned slightly thinking.

Beside her was Xuan Qiao in a fine attire, with downcast eyebrows and eyes, holding an ivory comb in her hand, gently combing Leng Yijiao's long hair.

Leng Yizhen clearly remembered that before Mo Yu disappeared, he was holding the plum blossom nail in his hand.However, Leng Yizhen turned the whole bedroom upside down last night, but still found nothing.

Could it be that the plum blossom nails were taken by Xuan Qiu? !

"Have you ever remembered that you like to draw this dimple on your forehead the most?" Xuan Qian suddenly spoke, interrupting Leng Yijiao's train of thought.

Leng Yijiao raised his head, looked at Xuanqi for some unknown reason, but didn't make a sound.

"Xian'er pesters your teacher every day, and insists on drawing this flower dimple for you every day." Xuan Qiao said as she put down the ivory comb in her hand, picked up the writing brush at the side, dipped the snow-white tip of the brush into vermilion, "Xiao'er, do you still remember?"

"I don't remember." Leng Yijiao shook his head lightly, and replied in a low voice, not daring to look into Xuanqi's eyes.

As soon as the words fell, the brush in Xuan Qiao's hand fell to the ground with a "click".

"Come here, make up the princess!" Xuan Qiao turned around with a flick of her sleeves, said angrily, and walked out of the princess' bedroom.

Leng Yijiao was a little frightened, and sat on the chair blankly, looking through the mirror at Xuan Qiao's receding back.

This person was clearly facing each other with a smile one second, but changed his face the next second.

Ji Kingdom, inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The officials were all dressed in indigo court uniforms, with their long hair tied in official hats, and they stood in order according to their official ranks.

Holding a jade board in his hand, he lowered his head respectfully, not daring to take a breath.

The old master was incompetent, and was emptied of power by the high priest during his reign.The high priest is the moon in the hearts of the people of the country of Ji. The Holy Spirit cannot be profaned, and his prestige has already surpassed that of the old master.

After the palace change, the high priest did not succeed to the throne, but continued to rule the country of Ji as the "high priest".

Several months later, a strange thing happened—Princess Feng Yi suddenly disappeared.

Since Princess Feng Yi disappeared out of thin air, the high priest's temperament changed drastically overnight, as if he had changed from a saintly and benevolent king praised by the people to a tyrannical king.

In the past ten years, various heavy taxes have been included in the national policy one after another, and the people complained and suffered unspeakably.

The high priest was warlike and ordered General Chen to be stationed at the border for a long time to expand the territory of Ji.The huge military expenditure has once again increased the burden on the common people.

Not only that, every family with a boy with a bunch of hair was arrested and sent to serve in the military, and no one was spared.

When Leng Yijiao appeared in front of the courtiers in a goose-yellow court uniform, all the officials couldn't help but look at each other, with expressions of horror beyond words.

The high priest was dressed in a crescent white court dress and a heavy white jade crown on his head.Stepping on white deerskin short boots, she walked towards the jade steps step by step.

When she got close to the dragon chair, Xuan Qiao raised the hem of the court clothes with one hand, turned around, and sat on the dragon chair.

Accepting the curious gazes cast by the crowd, Leng Yijiao followed the high priest, supported by a maidservant, and finally sat down on the lacquered gold phoenix chair on the side of the dragon chair.

As soon as the high priest took his seat, all the officials in the hall bowed and saluted one after another, speaking loudly in unison.

"High Priest, Wanan!"

"Everyone is flat." Xuan Qiao half-closed her phoenix eyes and looked at all the officials, stretched out her right hand with five fingers together, and raised her hand to everyone.

"What's the matter, my lords?" Xuan Qian changed her usual gloomy expression, looked at the officials with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and reminded, "Don't you even recognize Princess Feng Yi?"

"I'm waiting for you to see Princess Fengyi!" All the officials headed by Prime Minister Zuo bowed to Leng Yijiao one after another, and said loudly, "Princess Fengyi, Jin An!"

"Everyone, let's get back together." Xuan Qiao raised her hands to the crowd, maintaining a dignified expression, "Princess Feng Yi's voice is uncomfortable, so I won't say much."

"Zhao Shilang, how is the harvest in the north this year?" Xuan Qian sat on the dragon chair and looked at Zhao Shilang in the crowd.

"Report to the High Priest." Hubu Shilang stood up from the crowd, holding a jade board in both hands, and said respectfully, "Drought broke out in the north this year, and this year's harvest is not even one-third of last year's. And. The common people are starved of food and cannot pay the national tax for a long time.”

After Zhao Shilang reported the truth, he still lowered his head, waiting for the high priest's decision.

"First allocate [-] shi of grain from the national treasury, and order someone to rush to the north and personally deliver it to the magistrate." Xuan Qian continued with a cold face, "Remember, it is necessary to prevent the magistrate from scraping the relief grain into the hands of the magistrate." In my pocket."

"If the relief food fails to reach the stomachs of the common people in the end, then Zhao Shilang, please come and see me."

"I obey the order!" Zhao Shilang was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly bowed and saluted, and then retreated into the crowd of officials.

All the officials were puzzled, but they dared not speak up.

Why did the always tyrannical high priest suddenly show mercy today?Not only did they not blame the North for failing to pay foreign taxes, but they opened the treasury to allocate food.

Could it be related to the sudden appearance of Princess Fengyi?

"All the loves have also seen it, and now Princess Feng Yi is back." Xuan Qian looked at the officials with disdainful eyes, and said in a pleasant voice, "Then the princess's wedding is still in the charge of the Ministry of Rites, as for the specific wedding date , this priest hopes that the sooner the better."

"Zhang Shangshu." Xuan Qiao looked up at Zhang Shangshu in the crowd, and ordered, "You will be solely responsible for the princess's marriage."

"The minister takes orders!" The Minister of Rites was called out, and quickly stood out from the crowd, bowing respectfully.

Leng Yizhen had been fidgeting all the time, with his hands hidden in his wide sleeves, he didn't know where to put them.

After hearing about her marriage, Leng Yijiao suddenly opened her almond eyes wide, and looked at Xuan Qian in surprise, her heart flustered to the extreme.

Xuan Qian noticed the gaze cast by Leng Yizhen, turned her head and showed a slightly sinister smile at Leng Yizhen, and when she saw the panicked expression of that person as she wished, she was very happy in her heart.

Leng Yizhen never expected that he would be promised to be married by others!

Afterwards, all the officials discussed something, but Leng Yijiao didn't listen to a word.