Fall In Love With A Substitute

Feng Yuexian said nothing, Bo Luo's light shirt sleeves brushed the red sandalwood tabletop, and passed the secret letter.

Song Pian raised her eyebrows and read it carefully, and her eyebrows changed several times, either in amazement or suddenly.

Finally, she folded the secret letter again and handed it to Feng Yuexian, with a gentle eyebrow:

"Thank you for informing me, otherwise I won't expect it."

Feng Yuexian scraped her fingertips across the wall of the tea bowl, and said lightly:

"What you didn't expect was that the king of Chu dared to enter Beijing privately."

As far as she knows, Song Pianzhen has made a lot of preparations for tomorrow.

Song Pianyu smiled lightly:

"I can't hide anything from you."

Seeing Song Pianjiao's Qingling smile like a flower bud blooming, Feng Yuexian suddenly became depressed.

Yes, I can't hide anything from her.

She knew Song Pianzhen saw that she liked the hairpin.

I also know why Song Pianzhen took the things to the East Palace, but did not give it to himself.

Song Pianzhen dared not send it.

Because of her actions that day, how did Song Pianzhen dare to let herself misunderstand her intentions again.

She didn't even give herself a little room for fantasy.

Gentle and decisive.

Feng Yuexian drank half a cup of tea in one breath.

"It's good for the prince to know, you and I are allies, I have to tell you about this matter."

Fengyuexian emphasizes the word "Alliance".

After that, Song Pianzhen didn't respond, and she became disappointed.

She got up, and the green silk flicked from her shoulders:

"I'm going back."

"Hold on." A call came from behind.

The sound was not very loud, but Feng Yuexian couldn't walk for half a step under her feet.

She looked back, Song Pianxu hurriedly walked inside and took out something.

Song Pianzhen handed over what was in her hand and explained:

"Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival. I wanted to give it to you tomorrow, but you happened to be here."

It's a long-lived strand.

The longevity strand is woven with five-color threads, like a long, curved colored feather bird's tail, which is used to tie between the arms.

"This is you--"

Feng Yuexian was half-talking.

She wanted to ask Song Pianzhen, is this made by her? But I remembered that Song Pianzhen was the prince at this time, how could he have the time to do this.

Sure enough, Song Pianyu blinked and said:

"This...Xue Qing did it."

Feng Yuexian nodded.

Sure enough, Xueqing did it. Drinking Bing Yinxue next to her also loves to do these things.

It was not made up by Song Pianzhen.

Because the expectation has not risen, it is not too disappointed, but because this thing is just an auspicious meaning, it is easier to reach out and take it.

Feng Yuexian stretched out her hand to take it. One end of the long colored thread was wrapped between her fingers, and the other end was wrapped around Song Pianzhen's hand.

Such as magpie feathers flying across the snow, colorful silk flies across the ice.

Feng Yuexian's eyelashes trembled, but she deliberately avoided Song Pianju's fingers.

Proud and restrained.

She looked down at the long-lived strand, extremely focused.

This long-lived strand is pierced with gemstones of various colors, making it extremely beautiful.

What's more special in the meantime is that there is a small bronze mirror, which is rare.

Feng Yuexian thought about it. The bronze mirror had the meaning of "contemplating the original form of the demon chief". It was intended to ward off evil spirits, but it was a scene of the Dragon Boat Festival.

She raised her eyes and asked Song Pianzhen.

Although she knows, she can pretend not to know.

She pinched the bronze mirror between her fingers: "This is?"

"I see that Bao Jing uses evil spirits to ward off evil, which has a good meaning..."

Under Feng Yuexian's eyes, Song Pianzhen squeezed her palms, blinked again, and said:

"... Then he told Xueqing to add it."

Feng Yuexian nodded, swayed a little, and said manly:

"It is so."

Song Pianzhen nodded and smiled at Yan Yan, with a relaxed expression:

"I hope you like it."

Feng Yuexian liked it with Song Pianzhen's heart.

The second day was the Dragon Boat Festival. Because I was going to Jinmingchi, I had to get up and clean up when the sky was dark.

The gardenias in the aquarium on the case have been replaced with new branches, and the morning dew is hung, sweet and sweet.

Feng Yue was idle with the red begonia ruyi moiré shirt, took the longevity strand to Yinxue, and asked her to help tie it between her arms.

Yinxue lifted her sleeves up, revealing a white arm, moving her hand, and said:

"This long-lived strand was obtained by the master last night? His Royal Highness borrowed flowers to offer Buddha?"

"Ok."

Yinxue muttered:

"Since it was given by the prince, the master must tie her body, why not let the prince let sister Xueqing come, and she can make it more delicately so that she can be worthy of you."

Feng Yue took a leisurely meal, and his eyes fell on the longevity strand:

"Why is it not made by Xueqing?"

"Look, there are only concentric knots on this knot, but Sister Xueqing's hand is very skillful, with flowers and plants like calligraphy and painting, and the sun, moon, stars, birds and beasts.

Yinxue became more and more dissatisfied as she talked about it, looking at the long-lived wisp of something ugly:

"In this way, all the long-lived strands prepared for you by the servants will not be used, all by this—"

"This is great."

"Eh?"

Feng Yuexian stroked the long-lived colored thread between her fingers, and she could feel the cool touch of the bronze mirror between her arms.

Her eyes were clear, like golden shavings, her red lips curled up in a shallow arc, like a stream of sweet and clear water, and like an intoxicating wine.

Feng Yuexian's voice is like a feather scratching the tip of her heart, and her smile is soft, wrapped in cold charm:

"It could not be better."

The master bloomed with twelve colors, even if he was accustomed to serving the snow drink, he couldn't help but be stunned, his ears crawling past like ants, itchy.

When she reacted, she would forget what she was going to say.

After finishing everything, I went to the main hall to have a meal with the prince. The owner of the family even took the initiative to fill the prince with a bowl of porridge.

what is this?

Temporary settlement for the festival? Or is it courtesy?

Drinking snow is puzzling.

Song Pianzhen was also a little surprised, but quickly took it.

She was thinking about the arrangement at this time. Today, King Chu must have an action. Jin Mingchi and his party can't be too cautious. One mistake, it's impossible to say that the mission will directly fail.

Now that the mission has progressed to more than 60%, it would be a pity if it fails at this time.

Song Pianzhen was eating white porridge and side dishes, and his thoughts had already flown away.

After a while, Feng Yuexian's expression faded again, as if she was not the one who served herself the porridge before.

Women are really hard to understand.

Song Pianxi sighed inwardly, and after getting into the car together, he took the initiative:

"Wait to see the father, as well as the courtiers and children, I have to show it to them to calm their hearts."

Song Pianzhen implied in words that they had to behave like lyre and melody to satisfy everyone.

Regardless of what is in private, face-saving efforts must be made.

Fengyue sat idle, like a cold beauty in a snowdrift. She glanced at the prince and said leisurely:

"Since His Royal Highness asks for it, then so be it."

Song Pianzhen thought this was weird, but couldn't say it.

The chariot gathered in front of the palace gate and the ceremonial guard leaving the palace, and the prince chariot was only at the emperor's queen.

No one in the palace went with him. Except for the three princes and concubines, He Jieyu was the only one who took the little princess and followed.

But many courtiers came, all of whom were the ministers who gave the banquet for the Dragon Boat Festival today.

The guards of honor are mighty, guards on both sides guard, clear the road along the way, majestic and solemn.

Many flat-headed people have gone to Jinmingchi to stroll around the garden early, and some of them are far away after the court ceremonies, and they follow with a smile.

The Royal Banquet is located in the Linshui Hall of Jinmingchi, a pavilion surrounded by water on three sides. Behind it is the Baojin Tower for the nobles in the palace to rest. On the west side is a colorful building rising from the ground.

When the Linshui Hall held a banquet, there was a Kabuki dance in the Cailou. The music came with the sound of water, and the dancers were graceful and extremely pleasing to the eye.

There is a fairy bridge on the north side of the Cailou. The bridge section is a palace located in the center of Jinming Lake, called the Five Halls of Water Heart. Originally, the Five Halls of the Water Heart and other places were all available for commoners to play, but this time it was banned by the Prince.

Not only the Five Halls of the Water Heart, but also the south bank near the Linshui Hall were cleared of people. There were many royal guards with piercing eyes. Visitors can only enter from the west gate and east gate and watch the water show on both sides and north shore.

The posture has been put on the water, and the most magnificent is the dragon boat of various colors.

When the emperor stood in front of the Linshui Hall, looking at the majestic dragon boat below, he saw the pedestrians on both sides of the strait like weaving like a shuttle, the ladies and the ladies, the hawks from the small vendors, and the peaceful and prosperous times, he was immediately happy.

After the Dragon Boat Festival banquet, the water show also kicked off, racing and water swings were extremely lively and exciting.

When the water puppet, the artist controlled the puppet to kick, row, dance, and fish on the water. The fishing puppet actually caught a small silver-white fish, which attracted the cheers from both sides of the strait, and the waves moved along with it.

Song Pianzhen smiled on her face, but her heart was tense.

The more lively and the atmosphere rushes to people's minds, Song Pianzhen will be more sober.

On her side, Feng Yuexian stood side by side with her, sending her ears like a mosquito:

"Don't be afraid, my people will cooperate with you."

Song Pianxian felt her heart. She probably knew that Feng Yuexian didn't want to hear her say "Thank you", so she pressed her heart down and said softly:

"it is good."

After all the water shows, the highlight is the dragon boat ferrying.

The dragon boats are produced in different provinces and are owned by several folks. They compete on the same stage with different styles.

The dragon boat in the General's Mansion is rugged and heroic, the Jiangnan Silk House is tied with a five-color rope, and there are children in the stern of the boat as Yang Feichun sleeping.

Song Pianjue's gaze fell on the dragon boat of the sealed house, but he saw all the rowers above her gleaming, and she felt a sense.

The bidding ship stopped in front of the Linshui Temple and put the bid tied with red silk into the water for the ships to compete. The dragon boat race officially began.

Above the Cailou, the flute, pipe and ming, the music is exciting, there are also drums, and the sound of dragon boat oars hitting the water is surging.

The sound of music, the sound of hitting the water, the applause, resounded across the sky.

The drums rose and fell loudly, like spring thunder, and the dragon boat lined up the snow-like waves of water, racing to the Linshui Temple side, unable to distinguish which was faster and more irritable.

The dragon boat is getting closer and closer.

Drums rang in unison, and the drum beats were like showers, getting tighter and denser, and at the moment of climbing to the top, abnormal changes struck!

On a dragon boat, sixteen rowers set off the oars, lifted the bottom of the boat to take out the knives, and slammed their feet. The dragon boat sank, but their bodies soared, borrowing force on the water, and stabbing them towards the water. temple.

Song Pianzhen was waiting for this moment!

She made people lie in ambush in the water long ago. At this time, dozens of water masters appeared from the water in the Linshui Temple and were about to pounce on them, but some people were faster than them——

The dragon boat of the sealed house also stopped at the moment of sudden change, and the rowers jumped up. The dragon boat wailed under the powerful stepping, but they came first, stopping all the assassins.

Sixteen vs. Sixteen, Crazy Sword vs. bare-handed, but Feng Family can suppress all the killers!

There was a panic on both sides of the strait, and the other dragon boats did not dare to race anymore, all of them were spinning around on the water.

The officials were at a loss, the old emperor was too guarded behind him, his face was gloomy and flustered:

"What's wrong, what's wrong!"

Song Pianzhen stared at the water and fought, her body was weak and slender, but she stood firmer than the pine and cypress in the snow. She calmly said:

"It's just a few assassins making chaos--someone here, **** the emperor to Baojin Tower to rest."

Concubine Xian's eyes flickered and walked beside the emperor.

Song Pian flicked his eyes, but pretended not to know.

Most of the civilian officials followed the emperor to the Baojin Tower in a hurry, leaving only the princelings, and the generals had the skills to stay close to them.

Whether they want to make meritorious service or want to perform in front of the prince, they are not easy to go.

The Feng family group gathered around Feng Yuexian, but Feng Yuexian's expression suddenly sank.

Song Pianzhen asked the old emperor to go to Baojin Tower, and if there were any other players, he would definitely point to her alone.

She used her life as a bait to lure the assassin out.

The old emperor is faint and useless, is she worth it?

It would be useless to think too much, Feng Yuexian drew out the guard's sword, took a step forward, holding the sword to block Song Pianqi.

Song Pianqi went dark in front of her, startled.

The woman's shoulders are not generous. Wearing a red begonia dress and holding a snow-colored long sword, she stands in front of her like a green hill, beautiful and dignified.

Song Pian's heart warmed.

The battle in that chamber was coming to an end, most of the sixteen assassins died or were captured, blood staining the surface of the golden pool.

One wave will be flat and one wave will rise again. Two dark figures sprang out from under the bidding ship. They were like ghosts, bringing out afterimages in the air. A few steps rushed to the front of the Linshui Hall, close enough to see their vicious snake eye.

Some generals stepped forward to fight, but were impatient with their quack tricks and poisoned hidden weapons. They were beaten up and down. The remaining courtiers in Linshui Palace were panicked in a moment, and many people slipped away. Jin Lou.

Feng Yuexian pulled out the butterfly silver hairpin in her hair and saw the figure of one of the dark shadows. There was a sharp light in her eyes, and the sleeves of his robe were raised. Shadow back.

The shadow twitched for two breaths, and fell to the surface like a dead fish.

There was a black shadow, and he slammed his opponent to the surface of the water, looked at Feng Yuexian, hoarsely said:

"Do you have a second silver hairpin?"

Feng Yuexian's eyebrows contained anger, but he still stood firmly in place, unmoved.

No one is less important than Song Pianju.

The dark shadow looked up to the sky and smiled, and the rabbit rose and fell in the middle of the room, and caught a child, who was the one with Peking Opera makeup and oily face.

"I've heard the name of royal benevolence. You can save him as long as you fight against it. Will you save him?"

Feng Yuexian was unmoved, her eyes were cold and her thin lips lightly opened:

"Not saved."

The black shadow's smile stagnated.

"Song, don't you want a good name!"

Without waiting for Song Pianqi to speak, Feng Yuexian's eyes fell on the boy, saying:

"It is the blessing of your life to die for the royal family."

"...You! Damn!"

Song Pianzhen made a dull smile behind her.

Fengyue stood calmly and calmly, being her green hill.

The black shadow became angry, and threw the boy to the beams of the Linshui Hall:

"Useless things! Then go to death!"

Feng Yuexian's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes moved with the trace of the child flying by.

A military commander couldn't bear it and jumped into the air, trying to catch the child, but when he approached, a dagger was suddenly inserted between his ribs and screamed.

This strength is definitely not a child!

The military commander later realized that he fell to the surface of the pool with severe pain.

The assassin finally revealed his real fangs.

Feng Yuexian stared closely at the oil paint boy--or a dwarf was more appropriate.

The dwarf is extremely flexible and moves more quickly in the air, throwing the **** dagger straight to the right gap, and the target is indeed Song Pianzhen behind her.

Feng Yuexian stepped forward and raised his sword two steps to block it. The dagger hit Xue Liang's sword and fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Feng Yuexian's heart relaxed, but suddenly tightened again.

In the aftermath, the dwarf smiled slyly under the oil paint, opened his mouth, and spit out a tiny arrow from his mouth.

The small arrow was extremely fast, and came whizzing.

The last breath was still outside the temple, and this breath was already in sight.

Feng Yuexian had no time to think, and suddenly threw a dagger in his sleeve.

Cang!

In front of Song Pianju's eyes, golden ge cried in the air, sparks splashed out.

The daggers and small arrows rolled to the ground like birds with broken wings.

For a moment, she really thought she was going to fail the mission and left this small world.

Song Pian was stunned for a while.

The boy in the box tried his best, and the Feng Jia who was vacant would work together to capture it.

Feng Yuexian dared not leave her a step.

Song Pianzhen couldn't tell what it was like.

She knelt down, picked up Feng Yuexian's dagger Haosheng, took out the Jinpa and wiped it thinly.

This is Feng Yuexian's favorite dagger, which he plays with every day and cannot be dirty.

Earlier, I told her that I wanted to play with it, but I didn't expect to touch it for the first time at such a moment.

Song Pianxiu's eyes were soft, and she moved her fingers slightly, feeling uneven on the back.

what is this?

Song Pianzhen turned it over.

I saw the words engraved on the body of the dagger——

Qinglu.

If there is a call coming from a very distant place, Song Pian buzzes in his head, making peace with him.

She whispered:

"Light heron...?"