Wangmen Xianfei

Chapter 119

Bei Haoyang saw Jun Rongjue's appearance clearly, and his eyes couldn't help but marvel: No wonder Qin'er likes him so much, this kind of appearance is really unparalleled in the world.Lifting his lips and smiling, he opened his mouth and said: "Prince of the Eastern Song Dynasty, but..." The words came to a halt, because Jun Rongjue just glanced at him, as if looking at the lifeless carved beams and painted pillars around, and then talked with him. Pass by without stopping.

"Prince of the Eastern Song Dynasty..." Bei Haoyang's eyes flashed with sharp anger, and he stretched out his hand again to block it.

However, at this moment, a hand grabbed his wrist and pulled it back, only Jun Rongjue could be seen walking away slowly.

Bei Haoyang frowned and looked coldly at the person holding his hand: "King Qin, what do you mean?"

The person holding his hand was King Qin, Jun Rongzhen.

"Heh." Jun Rongzhen smiled coldly, let go of his hand as soon as he opened his palm, and looked at the corner of his mouth with a disdainful smile: "If you don't want this hand, stop him."

Bei Haoyang moved his finger, lowered it calmly, and said in a bad tone: "King Qin, what's the meaning of this?"

Jun Rongzhen snorted and said with a smile: "I advise you not to hit his attention casually. He doesn't care whether hurting you will affect the Eastern Song Dynasty. If it weren't for the fact that you are the Northern Prince, I would not warn you. After finishing speaking, he ignored the slightly angry Bei Haoyang and walked out.

Jun Rongjue's temperament is not clear to Jun Rongzhen, but judging from all his performances, he doesn't care about the Eastern Song Dynasty at all, let alone the Eastern Song Dynasty's throne.If not, how could that old fox Jun Wugong marry Mu Qingli to him?
North Haoyang?North Prince?For a Jun Rongjue who doesn't care about the Eastern Song Dynasty, doesn't care about the Eastern Song Dynasty's throne, and has such a temper, there is no difference at all.Except for Mu Qingli, to him, everyone is the same as the grass and trees in this world, or even worse than the grass and trees.

Jun Rongzhen sneered, when did he think so much?
Looking at Jun Rongzhen's tall back, Bei Haoyang's face was gloomy and cold, and his almond eyes were narrowed like blades.Everyone in the Eastern Song Dynasty is too arrogant.Looking down at his palm, he thought about Jun Rongjue's indifferent eyes.

If you don't want this hand, stop him...

When Jun Rongzhen's words sounded in his mind, Bei Haoyang was inexplicably suspicious.What kind of person Jun Rongzhen is, he has already seen a little during the journey to the Eastern Song Dynasty with him.Jun Rongzhen is domineering and cautious, just like a sleeping wild lion, if it does not move, it will be fine, and if it moves, it will shake the world.

Such a person, why lie.Or he didn't even bother to lie, let alone warn.

"Don't care if it will affect the Eastern Song Dynasty? Is that still the prince?" Bei Haoyang sneered, silently withdrew his hand, turned and left.

For the past few days, Bei Yaoqin lived in the Queen's Fengxiang Palace, accompanied by Queen Yan Hanyan for a long time, but did not go out until the day of the full moon finally came.

Yangcheng aliens live in a courtyard.

Guard Feng in Xuanyi walked over silently, before entering the courtyard, he heard a pleasant flute sound, he had never heard this song before, he thought it was composed by the young master himself.As soon as he entered the attic of the courtyard, he saw chrysanthemums all over the ground under the sun, a dirty son who was in vain in the world.

Dongfang Mo held the jade flute in his hand, his eyes drooped slightly, and the sound of the flute came out of his mouth. The sound of the flute was elegant, but there was an inexplicable sense of melancholy and helplessness that couldn't go away.

Feng walked up to him in a light step, lowered his head and said, "Master."

Dongfang Mo raised his eyes, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, he left his thin lips, looked at him and said in a calm voice: "There is still no response."

Feng Yi nodded silently.

Dongfang Mo was silent.

Feng raised his head and said in a low voice: "My lord, why do you care so much about Mu Qingli?"

Dongfang Mo didn't answer, and started to walk out: "Since she won't come to see me, let me see her."

The night was blurry, but the Eastern Song Palace was full of lights and festoons, and it was very lively.Red lanterns are hung on vines and trees, and the chain is like a red dragon. When the breeze blows, it looks like a long dragon flying through the clouds, vividly.

This year's full moon festival, one is to celebrate the return of King Qin after a great victory, the other is for the envoy from the northern kingdom, and the third is the day when the prince gets married, which is even more festive.

The dignitaries of the Eastern Song Dynasty came one by one and gathered in the Changle Palace. The palace maids fluttered in pink like butterflies, and the sound of silk and bamboo music slowly and clearly wafted around.

In Fengxiang Palace, Bei Yaoqin was sitting by the dressing table at this time, letting the maids dress her up, and sitting beside her was the Empress of the Eastern Song Dynasty, Yan Hanyan.

Yan Hanyan was wearing a graceful phoenix robe and a gold and jade phoenix crown on her head. A row of bead curtains and tassels hung on her jet-black hair, and her black hair was made of silk like silk by the jewels and jade.Her face is painted with delicate white powder rouge, red lips and phoenix eyes, she is extraordinarily graceful and noble, and she exudes the demeanor of the mother of a country.

Yan Hanyan walked to the dressing table and looked at Bei Yaoqin, and smiled slightly: "Qin'er is really a natural beauty, she is indeed the number one beauty in the Northland, and anyone who sees her will like it." Thinking of the Emperor of the Northland, Yan Hanyan lowered her eyes slightly.The person she loves loves Luo Wuxia and treats her with contempt.Now his daughter is competing with Luo Wuxia's daughter, so she naturally wants to help.

Bei Yaoqin smiled faintly at the mirror in front of her when she heard the words, and said: "The queen is the real beauty, how can a little girl like Yaoqin compare to it."

Yan Hanyan shook her head slightly. After getting along these days, looking at Bei Yaoqin, she inexplicably remembered herself back then.The same piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are good at everything, and she is also a talented woman who is famous in a country, but she is overwhelmed by an ignorant woman like Luo Wuxia. Even if Luo Wuxia is dead, she is now the mother of a country, but this is not the case. What she wants, after all, Jun Wugong is not someone she loves deeply, but she is just used to it.

Looking at Bei Yaoqin's cheeks, pressing the colorful phoenix tattoo on her right cheek, a flash of admiration and liking flashed in her eyes, and she sighed: "How did Qin'er think of getting such a tattoo on her face? Beautiful and charming, it matches Qin'er incomparably."

When Bei Yaoqin heard this, her expression froze slightly, and a sternness flashed in her eyes.This tattoo is beautiful, but it is an indelible shame.She had talked with Mu Qingli for too long that day, and by the time Mu Qingli left, the toxins on her cheeks had entered her body. Even after she returned to China and received treatment from a doctor, she had left three bluish-black marks, just like three A black line appeared on the white and tender area, so abrupt and ugly.

(End of this chapter)