Abandoned wife in the bridal chamber: General, you are divorced

Chapter 11
Besides, even if she is Murong Fengyuan's official wife in name, isn't her status in the mansion far inferior to her concubine?

At this moment, Jun Chuyue is all focused on offering sacrifices, how could she know that someone in the audience is cursing her with hatred?She walked slowly to the center of the altar, spread out her robes, and prostrated herself reverently.

The first bow to the sky, the second bow to the earth, and the third bow to all living things, the music is melodious and long.

Three times, three worships.

When I got up for the last time, I saw my wide sleeves stretched out, and with the sound of gongs and drums, the music became more energetic, and the ritual dance officially started.

As light as a swimming dragon, like a frightened bird, it shakes the world with one dance, and then dances in all directions.

It seems that the world has become dark, only the dancing girl on the altar, every move is radiant and holy.

The song falls, the dance stops.

After the sacrificial dance, the saintess refills the wine for the people present in turn. It is said that this can make people get the blessing of God, and everything goes smoothly throughout the year.

Jun Chuyue came all the way from the last emperor, and when she stopped in front of Murong Fengyuan, she raised her eyes to meet the pair of phoenix eyes, and couldn't help being taken aback.

But she regained her composure in the blink of an eye. She took the wine jug from the tray in the hands of the woman behind her, poured a glass for Murong Fengyuan and Yun Yueying respectively, stepped back and gave a half-gift, and then continued to the next step. a courtier.

The whole process is as calm as water.

Murong Fengyuan was holding his wine glass, and his eyes still followed the girl unconsciously. He always felt that something was wrong with her, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. It was not until Yun Yueying touched his arm that he pulled his mind away. back.

"My sister is so beautiful, Yuan, you are so dumbfounded." Yun Yueying held back the resentment in her heart, and said with a soft smile.

"I can't match you." Murong Fengyuan said lightly——

Probably his illusion.

He raised his head and drank the wine in one sip, he thought.

After all, he had never paid attention to her in the past, and after she got married, the only few times she saw each other were basically under his anger, so how could he really tell the difference between her...

Afterwards, the banquet began, and Murong Fengyuan's attention returned to Yun Yueying.

Hush and ask for warmth, serve wine and serve dishes, the considerate appearance made the surrounding women even complain about Yun Yueying sitting here as a concubine, at this moment, they couldn't help being envious.

And Yun Yueying also felt it, and immediately became proud. The haze caused by Jun Chuyue's attention to Murong Fengyuan was also swept away. She smiled gently and looked at Murong Fengyuan with affectionate eyebrows.

The appearance of Chunshe Shangjun Chuyue seems to be just a small episode, passing in a flash.

But only Murong Fengyuan knew that after that, her figure dancing around on the altar would flash in his mind from time to time, even a few times when he came out of Dongxuan to go to Yunge, he didn't know it When he walked around to the gate of Xixuan, he realized that he had gone the wrong way.

On that day, early in the morning, he saw Jun Chuyue leaving the general's mansion from a distance, and he became irritable for no reason, and then followed behind in a strange way.

I saw the girl went straight to the imperial hospital.

And the people in the imperial hospital seemed to have known her a long time ago, and he could see her and the doctors nodding their heads and greeting each other from a long distance away, until she finally walked into a room.

Several passing doctors saw Murong Fengyuan and were about to salute, but they were stopped by waving hands.

Murong Fengyuan signaled them to keep quiet, and continued to walk forward. When they got near the house, the conversation inside could be heard clearly.

"...Since Madam understands everything, I will come to test Madam. Madam, do you know what medicinal materials are in this bowl of soup? What can it be used for?"

A few seconds later, Jun Chuyue's voice sounded: "Yes, angelica, ginseng, and astragalus... can nourish the middle and Qi, raise the sun and lift the sun."

"Okay! Madam, take a look at this bowl again."

"Xiangfu, gardenia... can promote Qi and relieve depression."

……

It turned out that she had worshiped the doctor in the imperial hospital as a teacher, no wonder he hadn't seen her recently, presumably she had been staying in the imperial hospital since she left early and returned late.

Murong Fengyuan thought.

It wasn't until he heard the doctor tell Jun Chuyue that it was time to go to the medicine garden, that he came back to his senses. Feeling guilty for no reason, he turned around and left in a hurry.

Time flies by.

Another morning after going to court, Murong Fengyuan hurried into the Zichen Hall.

It is said that a murderer wandered into the imperial city a month ago. He killed people for fun, and his methods were extremely cruel.

For this reason, the guards and generals guarding the city were all dismissed and imprisoned on charges of dereliction of duty, but the crime was sentenced, but the murderer was never caught, and even the sacrificial hall could not be found by divination.

The emperor was so worried that he couldn't sleep at night, so he thought of Murong Fengyuan.

In the Zichen Palace, the emperor and the high priest are both present.

But besides that, there is another person who surprised him.

Jun Chuyue.

It's just that the girl lowered her head and was very quiet at the moment, not responding to his entry at all.

Murong Fengyuan glanced at her, suppressed the inexplicable irritability in his heart, and bowed to the two people above each other: "I have seen the emperor; Murong Fengyuan has seen the master."

"Excuse me. Murong Aiqing, sit down." The emperor said.

Murong Fengyuan sat down on the chair as he said, and opened his mouth knowingly and asked: "I don't know why the emperor summoned his ministers here?"

The emperor said the matter again, and finally said: "This is the dossier submitted by the Ministry of Punishment. All the known information about this case is recorded on it. Ai Qing can read it first."

Murong Fengyuan went over and took the file, flipped through it briefly, and wrinkled his eyebrows calmly. The file recorded every case that the murderer committed after he entered the imperial city, and the location of the deceased. , The way of being killed, all of them are detailed, but there is no inference about the prisoner.

"Murong Aiqing thinks how to proceed?" Seeing him closing the file, the emperor asked aloud.

"I thought that..."

"Feng Yuan, let Chuyue have a look at the dossier first."

Just as Murong Fengyuan was about to speak, his voice was interrupted by the high priest. He handed the file to Jun Chuyue, and the girl reached out to take it.

Four eyes facing each other.

The moment he saw her face, Murong Fengyuan finally understood why he thought there was something wrong with her at that time. The girl was already thin and out of shape, her small face was only the size of a palm, her cheekbones were exposed, and her already big eyes were even more beautiful. It's amazingly big.

And Jun Chuyue seemed a little nervous, as soon as she got the file, she quickly looked away, bowed her head and began to read it.

Murong Fengyuan also continued to talk eloquently, to the effect that he would sit on the sidelines and wait for the rabbit, and set up a net all over the imperial city to strengthen his mobility. As long as there is a slight abnormality, people can be sent to the scene in time to arrest criminals.

The emperor nodded again and again, and finally turned his eyes to Jun Chuyue: "Then what is the saint's opinion?"

"My daughter has no objection."

(End of this chapter)