Muyun Palace, Taicheng is still majestic and majestic, no matter how gorgeous and beautiful the appearance is, it can't hide the smell of internal decay.

In recent days, the atmosphere of the Plum Palace is very depressing, and the young and energetic Plum Palace in the past is like a twilight beauty contaminated with decadence.

The hostess of the palace, Mo Xiangli's temperament has become more and more eccentric and indifferent, her temperament is not a sudden change, but a little bit of infiltration into people's bones.

She is often dressed in a red dress, looking at the old pear tree outside the window, sitting in an afternoon, the beautiful eyes seem to be thoughtful, and like a daze, compared to her, it seems that she is just silent.

But she did change, and her eyes became cold, like the desolate afterglow of love being extinguished.

When she encountered something unpleasant, she only frowned slightly, and the corners of her eyes were indifferent with disgust, and indirectly mentioned it.

It's just that these things are getting deeper and deeper with the accumulation of time.

Until one day, when the palace maid accidentally splashed the sweet soup on her, the emperor's favorite vermilion palace dress, she suddenly slapped the palace maid Lu Ming loudly.

The disgusting indifference on her face stunned everyone.

Mo Xiangli got up and changed into a white dress without saying a word, without even a superfluous expression, her anger was more terrifying than scolding.

That night, I comforted and cried with Hua Xihuan for half a night, and Lu Ming said that Niangniang was completely disgusted with her, otherwise how could she not even scold.

Afterwards, Hua Xihuan went to ask Mo Xiangli, who was dining, what he thought about this matter.

The chopsticks in her hand paused, raised her head, as if something had happened, and said lightly: "Is it still necessary to dwell on this matter?" Then continue to eat quietly, and then continue to be in a daze by the railing.

Inadvertently, she gradually succeeded in being promoted to the rank of the Lord who was difficult to serve in the Middle East.

Hua Xihuan has always had a good relationship with her, but Mo Xiangli would not treat her with this attitude, but she became incomprehensible to her.

Mo is often separated, tea does not think about food, seven souls and six spirits are often lost, and they cannot find the touching point.

Hua Xihuan calculated, Xiao Jingyu has not visited the Mei Palace for almost three months since he left the Mei Palace last time.

Two months ago, Gao Sheng sent someone to send her a letter to leave behind, saying that she had been on a business trip for about two or three months, and she had never heard from her again, and the gentleman and the gluttonous brother who had often come to ask for advice on food before also slowly disappeared from her sight.

The plum palace has become unprecedentedly deserted, and Hua Xihuan looked at the newly created food, and was returned by Li'er with no appetite, and felt very uncomfortable.

She wanted to find someone to talk about the stuff in her heart, but she felt that she couldn't find anyone.

Hua Xihuan only felt that Mei Gong was extremely depressed, and she was about to be driven crazy.

Just like now, she took the returned pastries in her hands, walked and stopped, sat on the swing in the imperial garden, and depressedly stuffed all the pastries into her mouth, and all the grievances during this time suddenly came to her heart.

With the return of Xiao Jingyu and his entourage, Li Junye's busy government affairs are finally shared, and he can steal half of his leisure time.

Unexpectedly, he was addicted to alcohol again, greedy for the wine made by the flower girl, pinched his fingers, and the master and apprentice hadn't seen each other for almost a month.

Li Junye complained while walking to the harem, the emperor and Yan Zijin were not friends enough, the two were dashing in the northern cold, and they were willing to come back for more than two months, throwing all the political burdens to him, and he was tired and only slept for two hours a day.

Li Junye thought of Hua Xihuan's pure and delicate face, his mood gradually brightened, he took off these hours and days of heavy busyness, and the pace under his feet began to become brisk, and he was thinking about letting the little apprentice treat him with delicious food.

When Li Junye passed by the back garden, his footsteps suddenly paused, and he vaguely heard a muffled and suppressed cry coming from the rockery, and the woman's whimpering sound was like a lightly plucked string that touched people's hearts.

Her crying voice is particularly rhythmic, like a deer, and like a mandarin duck lingering under the moon, Li Junye felt that a woman's crying was very beautiful for the first time in his life.

He turned his footsteps towards the Plum Palace, walked into the rockery, and began to imagine the face of a woman crying.

The lonely figure of the bow and the cry, he was extremely familiar, the slender back, pulled out a graceful arc, and the black and soft hair refracted the colorful brilliance in the sunlight.

Her slender figure, like a beautiful lotus, slowly grew in his heart lake, blooming with dazzling beauty.

Li Junye suddenly noticed that the friendship in his heart was beyond that of ordinary master and apprentice, and he locked it in the box in a panic, deceiving himself that it was just a concern between master and apprentice.

"Xihuan, why are you here again?" He concealed the emotions that should not appear in his heart, and asked with his usual kindness on his jade-like face.

She suddenly lifted her pretty face, with three points of stunned, six points of sadness, one point of embarrassment that she didn't have time to clean up, crystal clear teardrops, hanging under her brown eyes, revealing the unique sorrow of the flowering period.

Li Junye's heart suddenly softened into a puddle of water, and he stared at her for a long time before he stupidly asked the second sentence: "Are you hiding here alone and crying?"

She is not used to showing her weakness in front of others, her face is always full of smiles, and she does not think of her crying.

Her humility, destined to be two worlds with him. The more she grows up, the more she realizes that the unrealistic fantasies of her childhood are nothing more than an illusory bubble.

That dazzling person was never something she could have.

Hua Xihuan hurriedly wiped away her tears with her sleeve in a panic, swallowed her sadness, patted her buttocks, pretended that nothing had happened, and got up from the swing.

"Sir, why are you here?" Although she lowered her head and tried her best to hide it, her red eyes and crying in her voice could not be eliminated for a while.

"Naturally, I came to beg for a drink from the little flower cat with a crying nose." Li Junye said lovingly rubbing her hair.

"Hmph, the gluttonous cat who loves to disappear, don't want to take a sip of wine today." Hua Xihuan took off his rubbed fingers on top of his head, picked up the celadon bowl next to the swing, hugged it to his chest and left angrily.

Li Junye grabbed her long arms, wrapped her neck, held it to his chest, and lowered his head to ask: "It's good for the gluttonous cat to take the little flower cat out of the palace to play and dissipate his anger."

His warm breath was mixed with the crisp aroma of wine, spraying on Hua Xihuan's face, with an affectionate invitation, her face burned at once, red as a red flower on the edge of the mountains.

He still has the warm fragrance of cold wood on his body, and Hua Xihuan returned to Tanxian County in a trance, and he was tired of being together all day long.

At that time, the husband often loved to tease her, a little Ah Huan on the left, and a little girl on the right.

The world outside the palace has been away from her for a long time, and the last time she left the palace was when the emperor let them out of the palace, and the year was almost over in the blink of an eye.

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart when she thought of her youth being locked up in the decaying palace and becoming a year older.

"If you don't speak, you just respond in a daze." Li Junye saw her plain little face, like a little old lady, he was full of emotion, knocked her on the head, and directly abducted people out of the palace.

Hua Xihuan didn't leave the palace for a long time, and when she saw the food and play on the street, she touched around in a novel way, and turned from a calm little old Taiyuan type back to a three-year-old child.

Li Junye happily took out the silver in the back, bought the things that Hua Xihuan had touched, and in the blink of an eye, he was holding a full load of items in his arms, where was there still demeanor at all.

"Little girl, slow down." Li Junye Rao is tall and strong, and he can't keep up with Hua Xihuan's lively and light pace like a little yellow warbler, and he struggles to buy things from his purse and keep up closely.

As soon as Hua Xihuan turned her head, she saw that her husband had bought everything she had touched, piled up a hill in his arms, and struggled to keep it steady.

She hurriedly ran forward and put those things back on the stalls on both sides, and Xingyan said angrily, "Sir, why did you buy them all."

"Don't you like those things?" Li Junye saw that she had returned those things again, and asked the boss for the silver again, and asked suspiciously.

"Sir, have you ever chased a beautiful sister?" Hua Xihuan despised this old iron tree that had not bloomed for thousands of years.

"Have you ever chased a girl?" Yan Zijin sighed, put the cup in his hand on the table and said disdainfully.

"I- no, I'm not chasing her, I'm just trying to take her out for a walk." Li Junye denied it in a panic, snatched the teacup and brought it to his mouth, and said in disguise.

"You, you, it's the old iron tree that blooms, and you still deceive yourself, remember that girls are in your hands." Yan Zijin stretched out his hand in front of him and made a simple and rough fist squeeze movement, with a hard expression on his face with red lips and white teeth.

"It's in my hands......" Li Junye slowly stretched out his slender white fingers in confusion, learning to hold them slowly.

"Forget it, I said it, you don't understand this innocent virgin, alas, my red-sleeved eyebrows, now life and death are uncertain, my pure revolutionary friendship......" Yan Zijin's handsome face, thinking of the beauty who lived and died together, disappeared from his mouth, and a burst of pain surged up.

"Didn't you say that she had a lord?" Seeing that Yan Zijin was still so worried, Li Junye reclined his sword eyebrows to the temples, raised slightly, and asked puzzledly.

"She is unmarried, I am unmarried, what is there to taboo? I just want to join hands with Yi and see each other again. Yan Zijin's peach blossom eyes were full of thin wings.

"Maybe the girl has already returned to ......" Before Li Junye finished speaking, Yan Zijin hurriedly covered his mouth and scolded angrily: "Crow's mouth!" I firmly believe that I will meet her again. ”

Li Junye brushed away his hand and reminded with a snicker: "I also resolutely remember that the emperor asked you to be confined at home for three months except for the previous court, and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Yan Zijin covered his head and screamed, covered his chest affectionately, and complained: "Yingying, Yanyan, how pitiful it is not to see me?"

Xiao Jingyu stepped into the door, hooked the corners of his mouth and said unkindly: "Who asked our Prime Minister Yan Cheng to save the beauty heroically, and he was injured in a romantic manner, but he also asked Han Qing to save you back, and also paid me an antidote, this account can be clearly recorded in my mind."

"Hahaha......" Li Junye teased unceremoniously.

Xiao Jingyu sat down, and Yan Zijin flatteringly poured him a cup of hot tea, trying to get the emperor to reduce the period of confinement.

Xiao Jingyu has been thinking about it from time to time these days, and when Drunken Immortal Lou saw what Han Qing said, as well as his abnormal temperament, he asked, "Jun Ye, do you know any way to make a man turn into a man and like a man."

As soon as these words came out, Li Junye and Yan Zijin were shocked, and asked in a panic: "Jing Yu, which man do you fall in love with?"

They were not surprised that he liked men, but that they were surprised which man he liked, for fear that he would harm a good man again.

They also clearly remember Xiao Jingyu and the past three scumbag love history.