Qingchuan History

Chapter 61
Naturally, there was no one in the hall.Murong Xun went directly to the bedroom.

Jing Tingge was sitting at the mahogany round table in a smoky purple bed skirt, sipping bird's nest from a porcelain bowl.

She really loves smoky purple.From spring to summer and then into autumn, all the dresses are in different shades of smoky purple. It is not until winter that she can be seen wearing snow green or dark purple.

It is said that Jing Ting Ge is beautiful, but her appearance is actually difficult to be classified.If you say Qingli, she is richer than Qingli; if you say beautiful, she is more delicate than Meiyan; if you say charming, she is quite heroic; Even resembles Ji Wanling in spirit.

When Murong Xun was young, he had a flamboyant temperament and liked to comment on all kinds of beauties, but he couldn't comment on her.

Even her eyes, which should be apricot eyes, have the shadow of Dan Fengyan at the end of the eyes.

And these are clearly two completely different eye shapes.

He stood at the door of the bedroom, looking at her quietly.Until Feng Yi made the bed, she turned around and suddenly saw the long black shadow at the door, she was so frightened that she trot all the way to the door and knelt down and bowed down:
"I have seen Your Majesty."

Hearing the song of court court, he raised his head,
"How did you come?"

Both Feng Yi and Xiu Luan were old people who were sent away from Prince Mu's mansion to serve since Jing Tingge entered Cangwu, so it was not long before she saw Murong Xun not being able to show respect to her, nor calling her Your Majesty or Your Majesty. Accident.

Murong Xun withdrew his expression, and said lightly to Feng Yi, "Go down."

Jing Tingge raised her eyebrows, Feng Yi didn't move half a step.

This is Jing Tingge's bedroom, and Murong Xun has never entered it a few times.For those few times, Xiu Luan and Feng Yi were also accompanying her.They are monarchs and ministers, and they are young men and women. According to the long-standing rules, or tacit understanding, naturally they cannot get along alone in such an ambiguous environment.

It is completely different from an open place like Chenxiang Terrace.

Remarkably quiet.The sound of maidservants pouring water and pounding clothes in the outer courtyard could be vaguely heard.

Seeing Feng Yi kneeling motionless, Murong Xun's face was slightly cold, "Why, now I can't even call you?"

Feng Yi didn't dare to say anything, and quietly glanced at Jing Tingge.The latter was about to speak, but Murong Xun said again with an accentuated tone:
"Go back."

"Your Majesty ordered, hurry up and retreat." Jing Tingge has never seen him like this, and I don't know what happened, so it's hard to disobey him, "Go to the door and wait. I will call you if something happens."

"Go out and close the door. Go as far as you can. Don't come in if you hear any noise."

Feng Yi got up to go out after listening to Jing Tingge's order, but was so frightened that her feet stopped.Jing Tingge was also taken aback by these words, and stared at Murong Xun.

But he turned back to Feng Yi who was still dawdling at the door, "Do you want me to say it a third time?"

Feng Yi didn't hesitate any longer, she hurried out and closed the door behind her.Standing at the door and staying for a while, thinking about it, he didn't dare to wait, so he trotted all the way to the outside to find Xiuluan.

There were only the two of them left in the room.

Murong Xun didn't move a step, he was still standing by the door looking at her.

Jing Tingge seldom saw him like this, and felt a little guilty. After thinking about what he had done, he still lowered his head and ate the bird's nest.

Still no one spoke.

Jing Tingge ate enough to see the bottom of the bowl, looked up and saw him still standing there, finally couldn't bear it anymore, put down the carved silver spoon and said:
"Who are you angry with?"

"You went to King Su's mansion?"

Jing Tingge was stunned, "Murong Lin told you?"

He stared at her without answering.

"This big mouth."

Murong Xun's eyes finally became gloomy because of these words, he became inexplicably angry and managed to suppress it, "It sounds like you know him very well."

"Five years ago when I first arrived in Cangwu, I often went in and out of King Su's mansion. You know why. As for the past two years, since you know, I have been there no less than twenty times, so there is no reason why I am not familiar with it. "

She spoke calmly, as if she was talking about an ordinary matter, but Murong Xun finally took a step back because of it.

In just a few steps, he walked so fast that it seemed like a wind was blowing in the closed bedroom.Although Jing Tingge didn't know why, he felt the chill, subconsciously got up and moved to the side, but Murong Xun grabbed his wrist and pushed him to the side of the table, the two of them were within walking distance.

This kind of thing has never happened before, Jing Tingge was a little panicked at first, and then felt annoyed:

"If I tell you, you must not allow it. I can only go quietly."

"The matter is over, the outcome has been decided, why are you looking for him every now and then?"

She suddenly calmed down, stared into his eyes and said, "What are you talking about?"

Murong Xun's eyes darkened.

"As for Murong Ling and Lu Xian's group, I think what you think. I don't think there is a need to discuss it. You have only been on the throne for two years, and the situation seems to be very good. Is this seat secure? , you know and I know. He is only 26 years old, and if he can be with the ancient Qingdeng Buddha for a while, who can guarantee it for a lifetime?"

"He, I will be on my guard. You don't need to intervene."

Jing Tingge smiled brightly, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth made Murong Xun dazed.

"If you want to unify Qingchuan in your lifetime, you don't have so much time to be wary of a Murong Lin. I don't want to guard against him, I want to make him die completely. Killing him was the easiest way, but you The mother and concubine made an oath before she died, and she will not violate it again. Then I can only find another way."

Murong Xun's expression changed twice, he wanted to ask her what she was going to do, but finally said another sentence:
"But you recently asked another question."

Jing Tingge was speechless: "He also told you that."

I really don't like hearing her talk like that.It was as if she and Murong Ling had already gotten acquainted enough to share a secret and kept it from him.

He suppressed the sourness that was about to move, and said again in a deep voice:
"The matter of Fengting Pass, Wei Guo explained it very clearly seven years ago. What else do you want to know, you can't ask me, but ask him?"

"I don't think there's anything else I can ask of you."

Murong Xun leaned forward and pressed closer, "You are serious about helping Gu Xinglang investigate the case."

"I haven't helped anyone but you."

"Then why do you have to turn this matter over? Ruan Xueyin asked you to help?"

"She did ask me to sort out the clues on the mountain and river plate. I owe her a debt and must pay it back, so I didn't refuse."

"In June, you stared at the disk seven years ago every day, because of this." His eyebrows moved slightly, "It's been two months, and you haven't finished it yet?"

"I sent a letter to Jidu last month."

The light in Murong Xun's eyes became dark, "Then why do you ask Murong Xun?"

"Because after reading those clues and thinking about the whole thing again, the doubts seem to be much clearer."

The distance between the two is still extremely close, but because of the content of the conversation and the constant tension in the air, no one can reproduce any extra emotions.

"Let me tell you, in the two years after the bloody battle at Fengtingguan, until I went down the mountain, the teacher, Ruan Xueyin and I chatted more than once. The biggest problem with this battle is that every step seems reasonable. But it always comes out inexplicable. From the cause to the variables are inexplicable, and cannot stand the scrutiny from common sense."

(End of this chapter)