A Precious Pearl in the Imperial City

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, King Jing and several Jin Wuwei escorted them in, and the leader Jin Wuwei grinned at the prince.

"Your Majesty." Empress Su whispered in the ear of Emperor Longfeng: "What's the matter? After the sacrificial ceremony is over, the Dali Temple and the Zongren's House will examine them. We will detain them today. What do you think?"

When King Jing became a device, it was also the blood of the royal family. In such a scene in front of civil and military officials, it was the royal family who was embarrassed.

Emperor Longfeng was so angry that he even dared to think about the consequences if Jiuzhu stood by the queen today.

The three of them knelt in front of them coldly, closed their eyes after a long time, and sighed tiredly.

"Imperial Father." Yun Duqing stretched out his arm to support: "This is the first time this minister has brought your daughter-in-law to the Mang Seed sacrifice ceremony, you can give up halfway."

"Put these people down first." Emperor Longfeng opened his eyes, and his eyes were clear: "The sacrificial ceremony will continue as normal."

"Jiuzhu." Queen Su handed the peach wood gourd in her palm to Jiuzhu's hand: "Help the mother to tie this."

"This is... the peach wood gourd carved by my mother-in-law?"

The peach wood gourd carried the warmth of Queen Su's palm. Jiuzhu bent her knees and tied it for Queen Su seriously. She raised her head and asked her with a smile, "My mother likes this gourd very much?"

Empress Su bent down to hold her wrist and helped her up: "This is a good thing you made with your own hands to block the evil for me. I like it very much."

"As long as the mother likes it."

Standing by the side, Yun Duqing silently stretched out his hand, covering it with the wide sleeves, and holding Jiuzhu's other hand.

Noticing Zi's movement, Queen Su laughed out loud, she let go of Jiuzhu's hand, turned around and walked to Emperor Longfeng.

The two looked at the prince and princess who were behind them, Emperor Longfeng stretched out his hand, and Empress Su put it in the palm of his hand.

The two emperors and queens set foot on the altar for the second time.

On the altar, the crown princess fluttered with blue silk, but no one said she was elegant.

The ritual official wrote down a few words on the page.

The Ming family had a good daughter, her appearance was like a pearl, the emperor and empress liked her, and she was close to the prince. In the sixteenth year of Longfeng, Mang Seed, after pulling the hairpin and saving the emperor, he protected him with his body, and he was loyal and filial.

Although there was an absurd Royal Assassination, after the sacrificial ceremony, everyone present seemed to have something happened, trying to create a lively atmosphere.

Under the warm sun, Yun Duqing put on a bunt suit, rolled up his trouser legs, held the seedlings in his hands, and "planted" the seedlings in a decent manner.

"His Royal Highness." Jiu Zhu changed into a waist skirt with narrow sleeves and water, and her head was full of blue silk braided into simple braids, as if sharp-horned young leaves grew out of the lotus pond.

She stood on the edge of the field and waved her hands, as if she loved her sunshine, and gave her an extra layer of golden light.

Yun Duqing straightened up and stared at her.

Smelling the fragrance of the soil, basking in the warm sunshine, and smiling brightly, she felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction, which came to her heart without warning.

She always said that it was the best Highness, the fairy man who fell from the sky.

In fact, she knew that she was the little fairy who fell into her heart.

At the first sight of that day, the tangled hairpins in her hair were shining brightly.

She is shining in her eyes.

Later, her eyes always became so bright.

"Come." He walked to the edge of the field and opened his arms to her.

She threw herself into her arms without hesitation, stepping into this silt that could breed countless grains.

"It is said that the newlyweds will be blessed by the heavens if they point the mud in the fertile fields for each other on the day of the Mangjing Festival." He stretched out his muddy index finger, and tapped lightly between the foreheads of the nine beads: "May God go to heaven. Bless our family's Ming Xiaozhu always with sunshine, peace and joy, and annoyed by sorrow and crying."

As soon as the voice fell, his forehead also clicked.

"I also wish that His Royal Highness, my family, will be free from disease and disaster, and live a long and healthy life. People are separated, the moon is always full, auspicious and auspicious, and everything goes well."

The two dirty hands stained with field mud held each other: "I wish the world would be peaceful and singing and dancing would be peaceful."

Under the shade of a tree, Emperor Longfeng stood behind the field curtain and said to Ming Jingzhou, who was standing behind him: "On that day, I made Jiuzhu Du Qing's princess with selfishness. Jiu Zhu and Du Qing helped a lot after they started."

"Your Majesty, the little girl grew up in the countryside, and her personality is naive. Fortunately, Your Majesty and the Queen's empress are considerate." Ming Jingzhou bowed his hands: "Wei Chen neglected to teach her, so His Majesty laughed. Wei Chen is weak and can help. The position of the prince, please accept your grace."

"Why did Aiqing say this?" Emperor Longfeng turned and said, "The Ming family is full of loyal and good people, I understand."

Ming Jingzhou fell silent.

"These years, I am ashamed of your Ming family." Emperor Longfeng patted Ming Jingzhou's arm: "I owe you all."

"Your Majesty is a virtuous prince who is rarely encountered in a thousand years. It is a blessing for ministers to meet His Majesty." Ming Jingzhou bowed his head to the end: "There are horses in a thousand miles, but Bole often has them. When a scholar died for a confidant, His Majesty gave it to the Ming family. The greatest trust, the Ming family is willing to paint the liver and brain for His Majesty and protect the world's peace."

Both the monarch and the minister have something to do with Master Jiuzhu.

The emperor has never been suspicious of the Ming family, and the Ming family also knows how to cherish the emperor's trust.

It is important for the identity and origin of Master Jiuzhu.

"These juniors." Emperor Longfeng pointed to the field, knowing when, King Huai and King An's husband and wife also entered the field, and threw mud at each other and wiped it away, with no royal manners at all.

Ming Jingzhou glanced sideways at the smile on the emperor's face, and laughed as well.

When the crown prince protected the girl in his arms, and the back was covered with mud, the eyes

Smile even more.

After the Mangosteen Festival, those noble families in the capital that were lingering on their last breaths finally collapsed. The piles of evil things they have done are all turned up.

The more rotten and ancient the family, the more evil it has committed, the more evil it has committed.

Du Qingke, who was locked in prison, laughed happily when he heard the final fate of these aristocratic families.

Those who wandered around the aristocratic family all day were already human, but rotten monsters in the skins of the children of the aristocratic family.

Yun Duqing, who was outside the prison door, stopped laughing: "His Royal Highness is here to thank me and help you get rid of some brothers who have intentions?"

"Tsk." Yun Duqing sat down on the chair and asked, "Do you think you need it?"

"I was wrong, the prince really needs it." Across the prison door, Du Qingke looked at Yun Duqing: "Perhaps some people are born with God's love and save time and time again. His Royal Highness is such a lucky person."

Yun Duqing played with the peach wood carvings around his waist, deciding whether to do so or not.

This peach wood carving was shamelessly asked from Ming Xiaozhu. What the mother has, how can this husband have it?

"Your Highness, would you like to hear about my plan to overthrow the aristocratic family over the years?" Thinking of those aristocratic families falling down, Du Qingke's face "showed" a happy smile.

"Gutai wants to hear it."

The smile on Du Qingke's face froze.

Yun Duqing was born to be a kind-hearted person who makes others feel good. He stood up lazily: "When I think of you next time, I will listen to your story."

"Don't worry, anyway, you will be locked up in the Dali Temple Heaven Prison for the rest of your life, and you will always wait until the day when you are in a good mood." After speaking, Yun Duqing turned around and left.

I'm interested in listening to a person who intends to send someone to assassinate his mother, tell the old stories of Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds.

suffocate!

In the innermost part of Dali Temple, there are several secret and safe cells, where people with ordinary identities are often detained.

King Jing is locked here.

When Yun Duqing arrived at King Jing, he was still wearing the prince's robe from the Mangjing Festival. The hem of his clothes was a little dirty, but his hair was neatly combed.

Taking off the camouflage of mediocrity and silence, his expression was very gloomy, and there was an undisguised hatred in Xiang Yun Duqing's eyes.

Yun Duqing and this elder brother had very little personal contact, and the relationship between the two had always been salty, how close they were in theory.

Now that I think about it, in Zhang Liugong, the five brothers sat around and ate a hot pot, which was the last friendly time for the five brothers to get along.

"Third brother, do you ever regret it?"

"Winning the king or defeating the bandit, I've been planning for so long, and I finally lost in the hands of the woman and Jin Wuwei. It's just that God gave me luck." King Jing laughed at himself: "If you die at the Royal Racecourse, I will send someone to use the spices for you. Poisoning, I thought of you even using spices. I planned to kill Yun Yanze, but only died, but let the father and emperor lock us all in Zhangliu Palace."

Is this life?

What the hell?

"You did these things?"

"The matter of the Royal Racecourse is my personal credit. Mrs. Xu, Mrs. Lu, and Mrs. Yun Yanze, I want you to walk out of the racecourse alive. Look, how many people want you to die?" King Jing was very willing to mention this. "So you who like to ride horses and train horses, you clearly said that you want to train horses, why did you even touch those horses in the end?!"

With the anger in the eyes of the third brother, Yun Duqing was silent.

On that day, I became a groom, led a pony, and took my pigs for a walk on the horse farm.

"Why?" King Jing asked angrily, "Why are you only favored by your father, but also favored by God?"

"But my life is better."

After saying this, King Jing's eyes became even more angry.

Yun Duqing "touched" the peach wood carving on his waist: "And I have a fairy to help you, you have."

I mean, maybe I should come here today, I should accompany Ming Xiaozhu to paint in the Qilin Palace.

"That day, where did Jin Wuwei who caught me go?" Seeing that Yun Duqing was about to leave, King Jing asked the last question.

"Gu Jian has a smart mind and agile skills, so he chose to be the commander of the Qilin Palace's Golden Armored Guard." Seeing that King Jing was about to get angry again, Yun Duqing raised his hand: "You talk a lot, Gu will listen to your opinion. It's important to orphans."

Watching the back of Yun Duqing walking away, King Jing was so angry that he fell to the ground.

Yun Duqing's footsteps paused for a while, and then he took a head, and then strode out of the Dali Temple Heavenly Prison.

When the sun shines on him, he gets on his horse and rushes to the palace.

Think pig.

Outside the city gate, the two masters rode on donkeys and walked slowly.

"The feng shui of the capital is really good, I will come next time."

"Senior sister, are you really coming?"

"If you take over the ritual, you can drop by."

"I'm a little bit willing to give up Jiuzhu."

"People outside of you and us can be separated so much."

"Senior sister, when you came out of Ming's house, you made a total of nineteen times..."

"To shut up."

"Oh."

Kirin Palace.

Jiuzhu took the letter from the two masters from the Spring Equinox.

In the letter, the two masters praised the prosperity of the capital and also praised her highness.

[The world is peaceful and the people are prosperous, which is the sign of prosperity. But the two of us have long been accustomed to a life like a free cloud and a wild crane. After all, the capital is suitable for us. 】

[This time is not parting, remember to add clothes in winter and food for hunger. 】

[Yunjia Wulang, his eyebrows are clear and his air is righteous, his "nature" is good, and he is worthy of you. 】

Although she knew that the two masters would leave the capital sooner or later, Jiuzhu was still a little disappointed. Bundle

The letter was carefully folded and placed, lying on the window lattice, waiting for the Highness to come down.

She is a little sad now and wants to see His Highness.

"piggy."

She seemed to know what she was thinking, the next moment, Yun Duqing appeared in the courtyard.

"His Royal Highness." Jiuzhu lifted the hem of her skirt, and in the exclamations of the palace maid and the eunuch, she climbed out of the window and ran into her arms.

Catching Jiuzhu firmly and hugging her into his arms, Yun Duqing kissed the top of her hair and laughed lingeringly: "Miss me?"

"Yeah." Jiuzhu hugged: "I miss His Highness."

Miss and measure with the length of time.

When you put people in your heart, you will always miss them.

"We really have the same heart." Yun Duqing whispered in her ear: "I miss you too."

Jiuzhu stuck her head in her chest and smiled softly.

"On the way to the palace, I passed by the Shangshi Bureau and brought the mints that I liked to eat when I was young." Yun Duqing took out two mints from his purse: "Do you want to taste it?"

"want."

Two pieces of candy, two people.

Legend has it that mint has a beautiful meaning.

I hope to meet you again and be separated forever.

"It's still the same taste as it used to be."

"Sweet?"

"Sweet." Jiuzhu looked up at Yun Duqing, smiled and rolled her eyes: "It's very sweet, very sweet."

The mint from ten years ago was sweet.

Ten years later, this mint is even sweeter.

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