The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

Rong Jing reached out and hugged Yun Qianyue’s delicate body, resting her head on her shoulders, and whispered: "Yun Qianyue, do you know what will happen to your decision? The courtiers loyal to Murong’s Abandoning to find the descendants of Murong, in the past 100 years, continuing the descendants, passed down from generation to generation, Murongs favored the people of the world, favored the ministers, the military and the civilians sang to follow, and the world was happy. No one can think that the descendants of Murongs are the helpers. The hero of his home country. The Rongwang Mansion has been prosperous for the past 100 years and has attracted the attention of the world. Therefore, they have never imagined that the Rongwang Mansion is Murong and is hidden in the city. Once you call out to the uncle of the South Xinjiang, then you and I will There is no turning arrow when opening the bow. They will not allow us to retreat to the wild."

"I know, why don't I know it!" Yun Qianyue said softly: "You don't want to do anything to Ye Shi, or you don't want to use your hand picture to render this mountain, but for me, you Knowing that I don’t like you very much, I don’t like the palace, so for so long, you have been avoiding those who are loyal to Murong, and you are working hard in Chaozhong and Ye Tianyi and Zhou Xuan, but after you know that I have recovered my memory, you decide to When you are together, I have made up my mind and waited for this day. Compared to dislike your identity and palace, I do not like our passiveness. I am afraid that I will not meet each other in the end."

"Why? I have a black heart and a black lung. I am so selfish. No matter how heavy the world is, it is no more than you. The ancestor Rongwang mourned the people and pityed the people. "Rong Jing shook his head, and there was a touch of indifference in the warm eyes. "If you don't like it, I have Moge in your hand, and you have a Red Pavilion. We can hide it. If it doesn't help, we can go to the East China Sea. There are always One side barrier."

Yun Qianyue shook his head and sighed: "The descendants of Murong's loyal sons have been persevering in searching for centuries. If you quit, they have already been exposed. Ye Tianyi and Ye Qingran will not indulge them in order to maintain Ye's. How can we Have the patience to let them all be slaughtered by the Ye Family? Not one person or two people, I am afraid that there are thousands of people or tens of thousands or even more, how valuable is the loyalty of generations for centuries?"

Rong Jing sighed and stopped talking.

"What's more, this piece of land is already full of holes, and the people of Limin are displaced. If you open up with your hands, what kind of achievements should you be as picturesque as the picturesque mountains and rivers under your feet? Men spoil women and spoil nothing. Not petting, it is indeed very good and precious, but how can it be worth the stroke of the mountains and rivers, and the rivers and mountains come to the fore?

Rong Jing's eyes were stained with colors, "Do you really think so? Don't you feel wronged?"

Yun Qianyue looked at him funny, "Why should I feel wronged? If you can't win the Jiangshan, I will feel aggrieved if you suffer and suffer in vain, if you are like an honorary king, empress Zhenzhen Jing I will feel aggrieved by the deep palace day by day for the long lantern. If you have three thousand fans in the harem afterwards, it should be my biggest worry. As for the others, you are a black heart and a black lung. Who is your enemy? It’s not a good thing, is it someone else who is wronged?"

Rong Jing smirked, his chest and abdomen tremble slightly, and said in amusement: "Yun Qianyue, you are really..."

"Really?" Yun Qianyue looked at him.

"It really makes me... how can I not love..." Rong Jing sighed and hugged her arm tightly, saying in a word: "I would like to overthrow the mountains, brush ink, not for Murong ancestors, only For you. Who is fighting with me, the three-foot green front is waiting!"

Yun Qianyue's eyebrows spread, and Qian Qiang smiled and stopped talking. If there is no retreat or avoidance, she would rather go forward. She wasn't originally a woman nestled in Xiangfu's goddess in the high gate compound. There are also women's mountains and rivers in the world of men.

For a man like Rong Jing, he can write poems, draw strokes, or draw swords and draw swords into the mountains and rivers. Placed high up, he can climb to the top of the peak, view the whole world, wave freely, and overlook the living beings under the clouds. Put it in a low place, how many gullies will become dust, he will not fall into the dust, still elegant and calm, the prince is not as good.

Below the dust, although it is good to find leisurely, but it is violent. He should stand tall!

The high mountain stops and the Jingxing stops. People like him should be respected by the people of the world!

"Then let's settle this way!" Rong Jing was silent for a moment and smiled. When Yun Qingyue nodded, he told the outside, "Qing Ying, go to Shen House and invite Uncle Nanjiang to come."

"Yes!" Qing Ying's voice faintly excited.

Yun Qingyue saw Qingying go away, his suppressed faint excitement seemed to be still in his ears. It is conceivable that the decision behind Rong Jing's sentence, he should have waited for a long time, perhaps even longer than a long time. There should be many people like him.

"If you regret it now, it's too late!" Rong Jing saw her staring out the window, and said warmly.

Yun Qianyue glared at him, "Am I that kind of person? Don't you get me a harem three thousand pink dais, and full of peach blossoms. What size scissors do I need to make?"

Rong Jing chuckled, "I bring my own scissors and I cut the peach blossoms."

Yun Qianyue raised her eyebrows with satisfaction, closed her eyes, and praised: "This is not bad!" The words fell, adding: "Otherwise, I will go to the East China Sea to find a book. Wooden character, I... um..."

Yun Qingyue said half, and Rongjing blocked her mouth, her lips and teeth were intertwined, and she swallowed back what she was about to say.

Yun Qiangyue's body was paralyzed in Rong Jing's arms, and he was slightly affectionate to ask for it.

The clothes are scattered and there is a tendency to be out of control.

Qingying's voice came out of the window, and he has calmed down, "Shizi, Duzi Zhan is here!"

Rong Jing kissed Yun Qingyue, and responded vaguely, his voice somewhat dull. The blue shadow outside was stunned for a moment. There was no palm light in the room, and it was dim, but the sound came from the curtain. He suddenly retreated.

Yun Qianyue's face was a little red, and she stretched her hand away from Rongjing, suppressing her breath and complaining: "What should I do? Won't you speak well?"

Rong Jing chuckled, let Yun Qingyue go, gently calmed his breath, stretched his hand to hold his forehead, and said a little helplessly: "The taste of eating marrow...almost... originally thought... forget it..."

Yun Qianyue saw him murmuring a little funny, and reached out to push him again, "Not yet!"

Rong Jing said, "Hum!" He got up and stood up, finishing his clothes.

Yun Qianyue saw that his clothes were scattered by him and his face was a little red, but he still couldn't bear to leave his eyes.

Rong Jing sorted out her clothes and looked at Yun Qiangyue. In the darkness, her pair of beautiful eyes shimmered, and her face was gorgeous like smoke. He couldn't help but bowed her head, dropped a kiss on her lips, and then reluctantly retreated Open, turn around and walk out.

Yun Qingyue watched Rong Jing's figure walk out of the room, the bead curtain collided, and made a crisp sound. She reached over the quilt, covered it, and laughed silently. Rong Jing, he endured very hard to wait for the peach blossom to bloom!

After lying quietly for a while, she suddenly dressed up, walked to the table, palmed the lamp, and looked out the window.

It has been closed in recent years, and that peach blossom has a voluptuous situation, and I am afraid that it will not be long before it can be opened.

Yun Qingyue looked at it for a moment, and suddenly remembered Tang Bohu's "Peach Blossom Poems", picked up the pen on the table, spread the rice paper, and wrote and wrote.

Taohua Nunnery in Taohuawu, under the Taohua Nuan Peach Blossom Fairy; Peach Blossom Fairy peach trees, and pick peach blossoms to sell wine.

Drunk awake only sits in front of the flower, drunk still comes to sleep; half awake and half drunk day after day, the flowers fall year after year.

I hope the old dead flower wine room, do not want to bow in front of the horse and horse; Che Chen horses are rich and interesting, wine calendula branches are poor.

If the rich and the poor are better than the poor, one is on the flat ground and the other is the sky; if the poor and the cheap are more than the chariot, he has to drive me free.

Others laughed at me as crazy, but I laughed at others; I could not see Wuling Hero Tomb, without flowers and wine hoe.

After writing, she put down her pen, sat down, and watched quietly. Perhaps because of the mood, the pen was flowing and flowing, the pen line was smooth, the ink was fragrant, and there was a trace of the softness of the little daughter in her muscles. She smiled. Before, she liked Tang Bohu’s "Peach Blossom Poetry" most. Although I like it, my mood has changed.

Who said, "Che Chen is rich in horses and interesting, and the calendula is poor."?

There is such a person, he is born rich, respects the emperor, prince of Yagai. But I am willing to torture you for ten years of acacia, willing to give up your surname once, willing to warm you a peach blossom in the winter, willing to hold you to sleep every day, what else can withstand such a deep feeling Like the sea? What other reason did she retreat and let him retreat again and again?

Fanchen I, but for dozens of years, since everything is alive, it is natural to live a wonderful life.

Rong Jing should write his Hua Zhang.

Quietly, Ling Lian's voice sounded, "Miss, letter from Emperor Nanliang."

Yun Qiangyue was stunned for a moment, then wanted to laugh. From Prince Nanliang to Emperor Nanliang, after a few days she still couldn't adapt. I don't know if she can adapt to Rongjing in the future. Say to the outside: "Take it in."

Ling Lian came in with a letter.

Yun Qianyue reached out to take the letter and opened it. There was a lot of lala miscellaneous written in the letter. There was no seriousness. The main thing was that he was an emperor. It was really bad. If you say anything, you have to return Yun Muhan. Now Yun Muhan has become Wang Fu, and the room with Ye Qian’s woman was rounded two days ago. It is estimated that he will be able to hold the child soon, but he now has no woman in the harem, it is very sad, and it is a bit shameless. what! After complaining for a long time, I finally said, "Did I send something to keep warm overnight? I don't remember. The Luo Yao beauty is not bad. I left for a few days. I am very blissful!"

Yun Qingyue rolled several eyes after reading a letter. His emperor is also really free, without having to wipe out the dissidents in the dynasty? They even knew that Yun Muhan and Ye Qian had been in the room a few days ago.