Chapter 102: The Moon Dyeing the Branches

Gong Xiangxiao frowned and said, "What?"

"Xile." Yun Fenghuang said in surprise, "Don't you know? Your Majesty saved someone on the way back to Chunban Villa. It was Xi Le..."

"There is indeed such a thing." Gong Xiangxiao's complexion changed slightly, and he said, "But, is that Xi Le?! Didn't you mean that it was just a careless sweeper in Chunban Villa?"

These words surprised Yun Fenghuang, and murmured: "Could it be that Your Majesty is deceiving me?"

But why did the emperor lie to her so well? Mostly still know something.

She asked, "How did you deal with Xi Le? Are you sure that the person His Majesty brought back is not Xi Le?"

Gong Xiangxiao's face was sullen: "Do you think Brother Xinyun can rest assured that other people will deal with your servants?"

"..." Yun Fenghuang was speechless for a while, and said, "Can you catch up with him and ask? After all, this is a big matter."

"Send someone to try it out tomorrow morning." Gong Xiangxiao pinched his eyebrows with a headache, hesitated, and said in a slow tone, "However, Xi Le has a lot to do with it, and it is impossible for Brother Xinyun to leave such a flaw...or Someone pretended to be on purpose, or His Majesty became suspicious. No matter what it is, I'm afraid you will not be peaceful in the future. Of course, this is your own choice. It is not wrong to lose your reputation. But if you still think about Brother Xinyun That's good, don't drag him down then!"

Yun Fenghuang was silent for a while, didn't answer the words, just asked: "By the way, Ah Lu and the queen..."

"What's the point of saying this when everyone else is gone?" Gong Xiangxiao interrupted him before he finished speaking, and said hesitantly, "Anyway, how much effort he has put in here, how much effort he has suffered, and how much grievance he has suffered, are you doing it now? Want to make up for him?! You can't protect yourself now, can you make up for it?"

While talking, she stood up without waiting for Yun Fenghuang's answer, "The predecessors said that if you don't do one thing, you will never stop doing it. Since Jieyu has chosen to stay in the palace, don't ask for both ends, and please do it yourself!"

The moon-white gown with embroidered lotus patterns embroidered with silver thread quickly disappeared in the waves of silver leaves, but Yun Fenghuang sat motionless by the stone table, a layer of frost fell on her hair and gown under the moonlight However, her heart was colder than the current frost color.

After an unknown amount of time, Yun Fenghuang smiled self-consciously, got up and left.

When she walked in before, she had jotted down the approximate path, but after all, she was out of her mind. After turning a few corners, she was a little dazed when she saw the same reeds in front, back, left, and right.

Anyway, if I was wrong, I just walked into the water...

Thinking of this, Yun Fenghuang didn't bother to identify it carefully, so she chose a direction and walked in a random direction, and then, then she really walked into the water - one deep foot, one shallow foot, and suddenly one foot stepped on the air, and the whole person fell out of the reed The kind where Cong plops into a bottomless pool.

With her water nature, she can actually surface immediately in the next moment.

But Yun Fenghuang didn't move and let the water engulf her, and she didn't move even when she sank to the bottom. After a while, she was already unconscious in the suffocation, and she was driven up by her body's instinct.

During this process, there was a flash of lightning in front of her eyes, and she thought of many people and things.

Thinking of the day when the Xie family cleaned up the house publicly, Xie Fenghuan looked at the clansmen, especially Yunfenghuang and other sisters with guilt, but when she was tied into a pig cage and sank into the pool, there was relief in the corners of her eyes and brows;

Thinking of Jiang holding her hand to bid farewell in the heavy snow, trying his best to hold back tears, but in the end there was hysterical wailing in the wind;

Thinking of that year on the Peacock Slope, Qi Jiulu stopped the convoy with a pale face in thin clothes;

Thinking of the stone room a few days ago, he told her with joy that they could be together now.

"Wow."

Yun Fenghuang poked her head out of the water, and all kinds of pictures shattered like water mirrors smashed by her.

The reed that she knocked away just now was within reach, but she didn't intend to go ashore, and just fell back expressionlessly.

Wanfa's hairpin has long disappeared, and her long hair is scattered in the water like a blooming manjusawa, which makes her face whiter, so white that she has no blood.

Under the gentle push of the water, it floats quietly, like a water demon in the night.

The disturbed frogs and insects were silent at first, but after a while they didn't notice any threat, and started chirping loudly again.

The Kongming Pond under the night was bustling again, as if there had never been sorrow or loneliness in this world.

Yun Fenghuang lay on his back on the water, drifting with the current, the stars and the moon were refracted in his eyes, but his heart was empty, with no thoughts or thoughts.

The sound of the gurgling water was mixed with the sound of a flute at some point.

Deep and melodious, with a mournful pharynx.

It's like telling a sad and helpless past, but it's as clear and cold as watching with nothing.

Yun Fenghuang listened in a daze, and the cheeks exposed on the water gradually became wet.

Accompanied by the sound of the flute for a long time, she was suddenly blocked by a flower branch across the water, and immediately, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

The young Jieyu raised her head in a daze, but saw a brocade handkerchief handed over her head, with gold threads on the black background, and the texture and workmanship were all exquisite to the extreme.

Yun Fenghuang's eyes rested on the veil for a moment, and followed the slender, white hands with thin calluses upwards. The man who bent down was bright and jade-like, with star pupils gleaming between the long eyelashes, seemingly ruthless and compassionate—— Seeing that she was not moving, Chunjia directly stuffed the handkerchief into her hand, then lifted the jade flute she had just put down to her lips, and continued to blow softly with her eyes closed.

The flower tree he was sitting on was a peach blossom. In this season, the peach blossoms had already grown at the foot of the mountain, but there were still sporadic blooms on the mountain.

A few peach blossoms sway with the night wind, flying to the corners of the robes, adding a little tenderness.

Under the flowing moonlight, Chunjia's hand and the flute were almost the same color, glowing faintly. He closed his eyes, his brows were indifferent, his long eyelashes drooped, and his black hair was scattered, showing a kind of indifference and detachment from the world. Gao Yuan concentrates on playing a tune that Yunfeng Huang doesn't know.

Forlorn and indifferent.

It seems to be immersed in it, and it seems to be detached.

It's complicated.

Yun Fenghuang floated on the water, dazed and at a loss, but subconsciously grasped the brocade handkerchief in his hand.

After a long time, the song finally ended, Chunjia put down the jade flute, and slowly opened his eyes.

Yun Fenghuang also raised his head—the eyes were facing each other, just as a gust of night wind passed by, the ink hair fluttered and the petals fluttered, brushing against Chunjia's expressionless face. Like an emperor in the world, it makes people suspect that an exiled immortal from the sky stops on a branch by chance, and will suddenly disappear the next moment.

Naturally, he didn't disappear the next moment, he just stared at Yun Fenghuang's face, sized him up quietly, and after a while, asked softly: "The night is dark, why is Jieyu here?"

"...Can't sleep, listen to the sound of the flute, come and have a look." Yun Fenghuang was still floating on the water while speaking, only picking up a peach blossom that accidentally fell on her lips, watching intently, with a calm tone, " Are you disturbing His Majesty's pleasure?"

Chunjia didn't say anything, just said: "The water is cold at night, let's go back."

After finishing speaking, he pressed the flute to his lips again, not intending to ask further questions.

And Yun Fenghuang didn't obey and returned to Lanzhou Yeyu Pavilion, but grabbed the flower branch that had just blocked him, turned over and sat on it with a little force-this action made the whole flower tree shake for a while, and the petals on the branches were agitated. rustle and fall.

This movement caused Chunjia to miss a note just now, so he stopped his hands and raised his eyes to look at her: "Is there anything else?"

Yun Fenghuang stretched out his hand to take a peach blossom from his hair, looked at it, threw it into the pool, and chuckled lightly: "I'm afraid His Majesty has something to do, so I dare not leave here."

"I'm fine." Chunjia's tone was a little tired, and he said coldly, "During dinner, the son of the regent prince deliberately mentioned the late emperor to the empress dowager, so I knew that he was looking for an opportunity to stay in the palace and had a private meeting with you. It's nothing more than something related to Qi Jiulu... This is not the first time you have done this. Since the prince regent has left, you can go back to Lanzhou Yeyu Pavilion, why come here to test me? Could it be that something happened, think A complete showdown with me?"

"..." Although Yun Fenghuang was prepared in his heart, he couldn't help being shocked when he heard the words at this moment!

She and the emperor are now on the flower tree together, how could Chunjia not notice such a reaction?

He smiled slightly: "What else is there? Let's talk about it together."

"...Your Majesty is magnanimous, I can't describe it." Yun Fenghuang was silent for a moment, but in the end he was only puzzled, and asked, "When did Your Majesty find out? And how did you find out?"

She didn't expect the emperor to answer her question, but Chunjia didn't mean to hide anything, and said in a low voice: "The prince regent and his son can have an affair with the harem only because of the Imperial City Secretary. And since there are people in the Imperial City Secretary who want the regent King, there are people who love the Prince Regent's son, why can't there be people who love me?"

After all, the emperor should be the master of the imperial city department in all dynasties.

"Is that so..." Yun Fenghuang was a little lost, and a little self-deprecating, yes, didn't he say it several times before? No matter how downtrodden or puppet Chunjia is, he is the emperor after all.

Even when he was not in power, he still sat on the throne at the grand ceremonies of the New Year and festivals, and was kneeled and kowtowed three times by the Ji family, Zheng family, Cui Wan, the regent and other temple magnates.

That being the case, after Concubine Dou died of illness, her natal family was still able to leave manpower for the young Gong Xiangxiao, let alone the attraction of a growing emperor to the people below?

In contrast, she and Qi Jiulu were cultivated by the family spare no effort since they were young - but the lintels of the Xie family and the Qi family were placed there, and it was nothing more than that with all the vision and influence that could be given.

Such a loss to Chunjia is not wronged, after all, it is not a crime of war.

However, Yun Fenghuang was finally resentful in her heart, so she rejected Qi Jiulu, and only then beat Gong Xiangxiao to protect Qi Jiulu, otherwise she would not let the regent's mansion go when things were done, and ended up like this?

At this moment, she didn't know whether she should cry or laugh, she just felt a tightness in her chest, and the world was absurd and ironic.

"Since your Majesty doesn't care, why do you still pretend to call the burned person Xi Le and beat the concubine?" In the moment of collapse, Yun Fenghuang almost felt that his life was just a joke, but suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and held on Confused, he asked in a deep voice, "I'm afraid what His Majesty just said is just speculation?"

Chunjia didn't answer right away, but just brought the jade flute to his lips, and blew a melodious tune. The sparkling water in the pool reflected his clear and clear eyes, as if he had never been contaminated by the innocence and purity of the world of mortals. .

With a pure and innocent look on his face, this man hooked his lips into a smile, and said cheerfully: "It was a guess before, but now you know that you guessed it right?"