agent queen is too wild

The moonlight is like silver, shining brightly on the earth, singing and dancing in the Nanchu harem at this time, the sound of the orchestra is floating, the powder is fragrant and slippery, it is a gentle world, a golden nest of ecstasy.

The folk customs of Qin and Chu are different, and the styles of palaces built are also different.

The Chu Palace is exquisite, with rockery gardens, small bridges and flowing water everywhere, and the construction of towers and palaces is very exquisite, and there are picturesque scenery everywhere.The Qin Palace, on the other hand, is more majestic, full of the majestic and heroic atmosphere of the northern land. The palace walls are thick and the colors are simple and simple. Jingbeikuo proverb.

Cheng Longsheng, the emperor of Southern Chu, was dressed in a bright yellow dress. He had a thin face, long Danfeng eyes, and a radiant glow inside. His complexion was slightly gray. Although he looked sick, he did not hide his imperial arrogance.

At this moment, he was sitting on the dragon couch, enjoying the grace of the beauty while watching the singing and dancing.

An Ran knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "Father, the imperial sister is in the Qin country and has suffered a lot from the wind and frost. Can you allow her to go back to Chu to visit relatives, so as to relieve the pain of missing relatives?"

Cheng Longsheng unhurriedly asked the concubine beside him to feed a grape, his eyes swept across An Ran like a knife, and after a while he said slowly: "A married daughter is not allowed to return to the country to visit relatives without her husband's order, otherwise she will be regarded as If you have a different heart, has the prince forgotten this rule?"

An Ran's eyes were deep, her red lips were tightly pursed, and she said after a long time: "After all, Qin is our ally, if the emperor gives the order, the imperial sister will definitely return..."

"Enough!" Chu Shenglong snarled, and threw down a white jade nine-chain ring. With a bang, the white jade nine-chain ring shattered into several pieces. For a moment, the singer stopped dancing, and the concubines fell to their knees. The entire palace was silent.

"I'm not dead yet, you're still the crown prince, not the emperor, so don't tell me my words don't work anymore?" Chu Shenglong pressed Anran's eyes tightly and asked aggressively.

An Ran bowed her head to the ground: "I dare not."

"It's fine if you don't dare. Since I can make you the crown prince, I can also abolish you. You don't need to worry about Wushuang, just go down." Cheng Shenglong said sharply.

"Yes, Royal Father." An Ran replied, and slowly stepped back.

Walking through the gate of the palace, feeling depressed in his heart, An Ran let out a long breath, looking at the bright moon in the sky, tonight's moon is round and huge, but it looks colder.

In the moonlight, a pear tree blooms quietly, and the towers and mountains in the distance fade away like ink paintings, as if he is the only one in the world.

Leaning against a huge old pear tree, Prince An Ran sat there lonely, and suddenly sighed faintly.

Slowly took out the jade flute pinned to her waist, gently opened her red lips, and a song "Long Lovesickness" came out:

Sauvignon Blanc in Chang'an.

Luowei Autumn sings Jinjing Lan, slightly frosty and cold.

The lonely lamp was unconscious and desperate, and sighed while curling up the curtain looking at the moon and sky.

A beauty is like a flower separated from the clouds, with a blue sky above,

There are waves of Lushui below.The sky is far away, the soul flies away,

It is difficult for the dream soul to reach Guanshan.Sauvignon Blanc breaks the heart.

The sound of the flute is broken, then continued, continued, broken again, intermittently, the main song cannot be played, and it forms a rhyme for no reason.Resentful and touching.

In the sound of the flute, there is loneliness and sadness.But faintly revealed, is still helpless and frustrated.There is also a feeling: for some reason, ordinary people sometimes shudder and their hairs explode when they hear it.In the midst of grief, I was suddenly startled.

The sound of the flute is almost broken, like weeping like complaining, times are dangerous and times are calm, rising and falling, the fragrance is like the moon, and the flow is as quiet as water, as if it has told the world many difficulties, many feelings, many heaven and earth, Yin and Yang separation, separation and reunion things, joys and sorrows.Sijun Mingyuekong sighs!

At the end of the song, Xiaodongzi, a confidant eunuch, came running around.

"Prince, Prince—" the voice was urgent, something big must have happened.

An Ran put away her flute and said slowly: "Little Dongzi, didn't I tell you not to panic in everything, so as not to mess yourself up?"

Xiaodongzi panted, and before he had time to plead guilty, he leaned over and whispered a few words in Anran's ear.

An Ran's complexion changed drastically, her sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, she performed lightness kung fu, and disappeared into the night after a few ups and downs.

Xiaodongzi hurriedly followed.

In the Prince's Mansion, the wounded Xiao Lian lay dying on the couch, her hands tightly holding something in her arms.

She was covered in blood, her lips were pale, and she was obviously seriously injured.

Seeing An Ran come in, the servant girl in the mansion said cautiously: "Prince, this girl definitely wants you. We saw that she was seriously injured and wanted to take out the things in her arms, but she refused to let go and took the jade I got hurt."

On one side, Yu'er's eye sockets are bruised, obviously injured by Xiao Lian in a coma.

"Girl, what do you need to see me?" An Ran said in a deep voice.

Hearing An Ran's voice, Xiao Lian's eyes flashed a light like a lamp.

"Prince—" She trembled and took out the things in her arms.

The cloth bag was stained dark red with blood, and it seemed to be extremely heavy.

"The princess risked her life to get it. The prince must take good care of it. If there is a chance, save the princess. The princess was... arrested!" Xiao Lian finished speaking in one breath, and Xiao Lian couldn't hold it anymore and passed out. .

An Ran slowly removed the blood-stained silk cloth layer by layer.

The white jade is clear and moist, gorgeous and gentle, and bloodstains spread along the veins of the dragon and phoenix...

Someone saw the prince's hand trembling slightly, the joints were clearly defined as if he was about to hold a broken jade pillow——

The prince's face had the gloomy and gloomy look before the storm, and his peaceful and gentle appearance looked like two different people——

The prince drew his sword, and the green dragon sword in his waist was unsheathed, and the blue light was rippling.

One faction goes forward indomitably, destroying all domineering, cold air, chasing the soul through the bones.

"Come on!"

The hermit stood beside him silently: "Prince!"

"Summon Yanyun Eighteen Killers, go to Qin to save people." It was just a light sentence, but the hermit's pupils shrank.

The hermit raised his head coldly, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Prince, these people are your most secret forces. If someone finds out—and, how sure is the prince that he can save her?"

An Ran shook her head, her voice was slightly low, and she said, "Not even [-]%."

"The prince still wants to-"

"I have to go, even if I know it is a dead end, I will go." She can die for me, why can't I die for her?

Silly girl, so stupid, but a casual word made her suffer for no reason!

An Ran said indifferently: "Clean up and go out of the city overnight. Remember, anyone is not allowed to disclose the news of my going out of the city, otherwise, I will be killed without mercy!"

Cold-blooded lowered his hand: "Yes, Prince!"

An Ran took out a black jade whistle and blew it in the dark night.

For a moment, there was only the sound of neat horseshoes rolling in the dark night like thunder.

Eighteen black-clothed men wore bronze masks, only showing two fierce eyes, held twisted stock swords, and wore black armor. The bronze-masked people walked to a distance of ten meters from An Ran, and all of them reined in their horses in a neat formation. They got off their horses and knelt down on one knee to An Ran. Their voices were like thunder, and they shouted in unison:

"Owner!"

An Ran raised her hand and ordered them to stand up: "Everyone has to work hard today!"