Palace scheming: Empress Leng Palace

Chapter 69

With a leisurely smile, the flute played, and all of Yun Qing's happiness and sadness were transmitted to the Xiao Xiao night sky with a Qing song.

In the distance, a black figure stared at her thin figure silently, his handsome eyes filled with thoughts, and the lake wind blew up the corners of his clothes.


"Miss, hurry up and enter the hall, be careful of catching a cold." After washing the bowls and boiling water, Bi Tao hurried out and pulled Yun Qing, who was playing the flute, in. Xiao Taohong carefully protected the lamp, and Yun Qing put away the flute , the three walked briskly into the inner hall together as usual.


"Miss, you play the flute really well, and Xiao Taohong also wants to learn, why don't you teach me the flute!"

"Okay, Xiao Taohong is smart, it must not be difficult to learn."

"Miss, Bi Tao also wants to learn together."

"Huh? Bitao also wants to learn? You have been with me for so long and never thought about learning to play the flute. Why do you want to learn when Xiao Taohong wants to learn?".

"Miss can't be partial, I think the lady always praises Xiao Taohong and never compliments Bitao... Ugh, does Miss feel that Bitao is stupid and doesn't like Bitao anymore..."...


The night wind gently blew a warm and happy conversation between several people. Looking around, under the dark night sky, there was only a vast lake and an empty hall, and there was no one at all.

The figure falling from the sky like a crane, when the three of them entered the palace, a warm smile could not help but overflow from their handsome faces.

Then the figure jumped slightly, and he quickly made a few points, and then ran straight to a side hall on the right where Yun Qing and the others rested far away.


He took out a bright night pearl from his bosom, and the clear light illuminated Xuanyuan Moyu's handsome and jade-like face, and also illuminated the originally dark side hall.

He glanced around silently, and seeing that everything inside was intact, he guessed that Yun Qing and the others had never been here.


However, when he left the desk, he found that the desk was completely clean, and it was no longer dusty as before.

Looking at the inkstone again, there was ink that hadn't fully dried inside, so it wasn't that no one had been here, but the people who came didn't disturb the layout here, and just kept the original decoration as before.


Jun Mou stared at the inkstone, and he found that the ink inside was very inferior, even if it was studied in such a high-quality Zishi Duan inkstone, it could be seen that the ink was thin and easily dried.

Therefore, it is necessary to grind it from time to time when it is used.


Looking at the inkstone, he couldn't help thinking of that young figure in his memory.

Once upon a time, a young boy struggled to move a heavy mahogany stool to the desk, studied ink clumsily, and carefully drew a beautiful woman on the drawing paper.


However, although the woman is beautiful, it is impossible to draw her beauty under the childish pen of the little boy.

But the boy was not discouraged, he insisted on drawing the appearance of a woman, so he was the most focused on painting among all academic subjects.


Day by day, year by year, time, as the boy grew up day by day, passed by little by little.

One day, the boy finally finished drawing the beautiful face he had memorized in his heart for so many years, and finally saw his mother and concubine again.


At that moment, the boy had grown into a teenager, and his handsome face gradually portrayed a beauty similar to that of a woman.

At that moment, he threw away the paintbrush and looked at the woman in the painting seriously, with a trace of firmness in his Qingjun eyes.

At that moment, he secretly swore that he would be astonished!

He—Xuanyuan Moyu, will definitely use the cruelest means in this life to return it to the person who harmed his mother and concubine back then!Even her son, he will never let go.


He believes that with sincerity, gold and stone can be opened.

He believes that as long as he puts his heart into it, nothing is impossible in this world.


The wind suddenly picked up and lifted the rolling curtain, his handsome eyes lit up, and he gently reached out to take out a painting from the bamboo tube on the desk.

Spreading carefully, the cold light in Xuanyuan Moyu's eyes gradually narrowed, and a kind of tenderness of longing overflowed from inside: "Mother, Yu'er is here to see you.".

As before, he seemed to be still alive as his mother and concubine, talking to her quietly.


"Concubine Mu, Yu'er, I don't know whether it's fate or coincidence, but the woman who made Yu'er fall in love actually lives here with you. Have you seen her? Concubine Mu, she is as beautiful, as quiet, and as beautiful as you are." His indifference is as dusty as dust... Mother concubine, Yu'er thought, when Yu'er avenges herself, I will take her out of here together, okay?" His slender fingers gently caressed the person in the painting, the corners of his lips curled up drunk. Smile like the breeze.


The lake breeze gently lifted the drawing paper, and the smiling beauty in the painting seemed to be responding, making Xuanyuan Moyu also smile slightly.

Silently placing the fruit and cakes he brought on the desk, a teasing smile appeared in his handsome eyes, and he gently rolled up the picture, imagining what Yun Qing's expression would be when he found these things.

However, he found that there was an extra scroll of painting in the bamboo tube, smelling the ink stains, it should be a new painting not long ago.


Picking it up curiously, his handsome face couldn't help being stunned when he saw the person in the painting.

In the painting is an extraordinary handsome man, with a face as gentle as jade, gentle and handsome eyes, dressed in white clothes, as elegant as a fairy.

However, it wasn't the man's handsomeness that made him stunned, but he saw that the man was holding a jade flute in his hand, with a clear color, which seemed familiar.


Jun Mei frowned slightly, and he remembered that it was a jade flute he had seen in Yun Qing's hands, with the same exquisite jade pendant and the same gorgeous flowing comb on it.

And this person...

Thinking of this, his mood was immediately disturbed by this picture scroll, and he no longer had the lightness just now, and he was heavily irritable.

Rolling up the painting and putting it in the bamboo tube, he put away the night pearl, and immediately the surrounding area was once again confined to darkness.

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The next day, Yun Qing was awakened by Bitao's ear-piercing screams, and opened her eyes to see Xiao Taohong get up from the bed in a daze, and ran outside for no reason, asking, "What's the matter, Bitao?".


"Miss, Xiao Taohong, come and see." Bi Tao yelled, her voice was full of surprise and surprise, but full of fear.

Yun Qingxiu frowned slightly, and quickly ran outside, but she was also stunned by the fruits, snacks, high-quality white rice and two roasted ducks that popped out of the hall out of nowhere.


(End of this chapter)