"I was just wandering around the palace." Cong Yi'er said with a smile, "The palace is very fun, the scenery is nice, and Prince Xuan is also a nice person. Although he occasionally has a bad temper, he is otherwise fine."
"Yi'er, do you want to come back with us today?" Mrs. Cong said gently, staring at Cong Yi'er, "Although the Queen is taking care of you, some people still have to be careful, for your sake.
For the sake of my aunt, I have to restrain myself, okay?"
"Okay." Cong Yier nodded, looking very well-behaved.
"Are you so obedient?" Sima Rong said softly, with a slight smile and teasing in his voice, "Why do you sound so insincere?"
Cong Yier smiled and said half-truthfully: "I have always been obedient, otherwise I would never have agreed to marry you. I know you hate me so much. Now that you and Cong Xiai are finally getting married, I can finally get married."
Not once more disobedient."
Sima Rong glanced at her, shook his head helplessly, lowered his head to eat, and ignored her. He didn't really believe her words.
In Zuihua Tower, Dierun played the piano quietly, and Sima Yixuan listened quietly, drinking lightly alone, leaning on the bench, lazily, but his expression was vaguely in a trance, and his eyes wandered to a very far away place.
After Die Run finished playing the song, he didn't even raise his eyelids.
"Prince Xuan, what do you want?" Dierun asked softly, sat down next to Sima Yixuan, poured him a glass of wine, and looked at him.
Sima Yixuan seemed to have come back to his senses, smiled lightly and said, "I am thinking of a woman."
Dierun smiled and asked softly: "I don't know which girl is so lucky that she can keep Prince Xuan in his heart all the time. She doesn't even bother to listen to Dierun playing the piano. It really makes Dierun feel sad."
Sima Yixuan took a sip of the wine in the cup, smiled, and said cheerfully: "You should be happy for me. You have been playing in this world for so long, and finally there is a woman who can make me care about you. She can make me care about you."
It’s a blessing to know the various feelings of missing you.”
"Dierun congratulates the prince, for being able to meet the woman of his dreams." Dierun said softly.
After leaving the Yinxiang Tower, a group of people got on the sedan and walked towards Prince Cong's Mansion. The soft sedans moved forward one by one. Listening to the crisp sound of horse hooves hitting the road, Gannan and Ganbei looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
It would be better to leave Cong Yi'er behind. Until the soft sedan was out of sight, the two of them couldn't come up with a suitable solution. It wasn't impossible to take Cong Yi'er away according to Dierun's method, but for one thing, their qinggong skills were not as good as those of the other two.
Dierun, the second thing is that there is Cong Xiai now. Cong Xiai is the best martial artist in Prince Cong's palace. Prince Cong also specially searched for famous teachers to teach him since he was a child. He kidnapped Cong Yi'er under her nose.
It's really not a big enough certainty and it's too risky.
The soft sedan stopped in Prince Cong's Mansion. Cong Xiai got down from the sedan, with a slightly dazed expression on her slightly pale face. Sima Rong also got off the sedan and greeted her with a smile, "Are you feeling better? You had a meal.
I seem to be tired, please rest early." Walking to the soft sedan where Cong Yi'er was sitting, Sima Rong smiled and lifted the sedan curtain, and said with a smile: "Okay, Cong Yi'er, it's your turn.
We’re home, but we’re still stuck on the sedan chair and can’t get off—” The curtain of the sedan chair was raised, but there was no one inside, “Where is Cong Yi’er? How did you carry the sedan chair!”
The bearer's face turned pale with fright. He clearly saw Cong Yi'er getting on the sedan, and he was obviously driving a carriage to carry her. Why did he suddenly disappear? There was no way there was no living person in broad daylight, right? There was a plop.
, kneeling on the ground, unable to say a word.
"This is the second time." Cong Kehui said thoughtfully, "When did Cong Yi'er become a hot commodity? Who robbed Cong Yi'er under our eyes this time?"
Sima Rong didn't say anything. The first time it was Die Run who kidnapped Cong Yi'er, but this time, even if Die Run came forward again, he couldn't kidnap Cong Yi'er so easily in front of Cong Xiai?! This time it would be possible
Who is it? Where did Cong Yier go?
Gan Nan and Gan Bei returned to Zuihua Tower and said to Sima Yixuan: "Your Majesty, Miss Cong has gone back with the sedan chair in Cong Mansion, and my subordinates can't think of a way to bring her back."
Sima Yixuan looked at the two of them, waved his hands, and said calmly: "Nothing, please leave. She has been away from home for some time, and it is appropriate to go back. I am a small Cong Mansion, and I want to take her out, but
a piece of cake."
Gan Nan said softly: "It's because of my poor skills. Miss Cong's sedan chair is right behind her sister's sedan chair. Although the horses in the two carriages are some distance apart, it is a bit difficult to bring Miss Cong back under the eyes of Miss Cong's sister.
I was worried that Miss Cong's sister would find out and it would bring trouble to the prince, so I didn't take action."
Sima Yixuan nodded, drank a glass of wine, and said calmly: "Go down."
Gan Nan and Gan Bei nodded, turned around and prepared to retreat.
I could vaguely hear the melodious sound of a flute. In the gradually darkening sky, I had an indescribable feeling. The sound of the flute was slightly sad, like the rain in the Daxing Dynasty, quiet and clear.
Sima Yixuan was stunned for a moment. The sound of the flute came from Zuihua Tower, but it was the first time he heard it. "This flute music is very nice. Is there a newcomer in Zuihua Tower? Is there such a skill?"
Die Run was also stunned for a moment, and said softly: "It seems that the sound came from somewhere near here. It shouldn't be the sisters in Zuihua Tower. If there is a newcomer with such good skills, there is no way I don't know. I
Go and have a look.”
Sima Yixuan waved his hand and said softly: "The sound of this flute is very good. It's a pleasure to listen to it. Let her play it. If it disturbs her, it might ruin the fun. The flute player seems to have something on his mind, some
It’s sad, as if someone who has lost his home wants to go home, so we’d better listen quietly.”
Dierun stopped moving and sat quietly next to Sima Yixuan. The only thing he did was to pour wine for Sima Yixuan. Sima Yixuan just drank quietly, closing his eyes slightly and saying nothing. The sound of the flute
Like water, it flowed full around. Gannan and Ganbei also stopped, fearing that the sound under their feet would disturb the flute player.
Suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped suddenly. Sima Yixuan was startled. He opened his eyes and moved. The person had disappeared. Dierun had not moved. Sima Yixuan must have gone after the flute player. All she had to do was
Wait here quietly, waiting for Sima Yixuan to come back.
The highest point of the balcony, that night, was right here, where Cong Yi'er was about to jump, and the sound of the flute came from this place. Sima Yixuan landed lightly on the balcony, and at a glance he saw him sitting against the railing
A woman in plain clothes.
"Cong Yi'er?" Sima Yixuan blurted out, "Is that you?"
Under the dusk, Cong Yi'er's light clothes gently wrapped her, and she sat alone by the railing, her hair slightly fluttering, tears on her face, looking helpless and sad.
"What happened?" Sima Yixuan stepped to Cong Yi'er's side, squatted down in front of Cong Yi'er, looked at her levelly, and asked worriedly.
Cong Yier tried her best to smile, with tears still falling in her eyes, "It's okay, it's just that I suddenly miss my parents and family very much. I don't know that they——, I know that I can't go back, and I will never see them again.
Sima Yixuan, how about you kill me? If you kill me, I can see them. This is not the place I should stay, can you help me?"
Sima Yixuan stretched out his hand to hold Cong Yi'er's helpless hand holding the flute. Cong Yi'er's hand was a little cold and trembling slightly, as if it was defeated by the late wind, "Yi'er, it's okay, even if you don't want to do some things,
If you are unable to achieve it, you must learn to give up. Your parents must hope that you can live well. Since they gave birth to you into this world and risked their lives to save you, you must not let them down. And, believe me, as long as I am here
, no one in this world can hurt you, your life is equal to my own life."
Cong Yi'er sighed softly, lowered her eyes, and was at a loss. Today, the people of Prince Cong's Mansion had dinner together. As they ate, the thoughts of her modern family members flooded her like spring water. She felt bad for them.
, so she sneaked out of the sedan chair without knowing where she was going, so she came here. She saw a flute playing, maybe it has something to do with the soul. She is not good at this in modern times, but now, she
But he can play the flute.
"Sima Yixuan, you saved me, but I don't feel grateful in my heart." Cong Yi'er said lightly, "I am not attached to this life. You kill me to save me."
Sima Yixuan let go of Cong Yi'er's hand and said calmly: "If you give up your own life because of missing me, I can help you, as long as you feel that you can face your parents calmly.
"
Cong Yi'er sighed, not knowing how to explain to Sima Yixuan that what she missed was her family far away in modern times, not Cong Yi'er's dead parents. Looking at Sima Yixuan, Cong Yi'er felt helpless
Said: "What you said is not what I thought. Why do you treat me like this? There is no reason. You, you and Sima Rong used to hate me so much, why are you treating me so kindly now? By the way, let's eat today
When we were there, Cong Xiai said that she hoped to treat you to a meal when she had time, and thank you for your life-saving grace. Do you agree?"
Sima Yixuan didn't speak. He looked at the deepening dusk. He turned to look at Cong Yi'er and asked softly: "How did you leave under Cong Xiai's eyes? Did she ask you to come?"
Cong Yi'er shook her head and said: "It's not her, I just sneaked out of the car. I don't want to go back to Prince Cong's Mansion. It's not my home. Oh, I mean, it's Cong Xiai's home now.
Do you agree to her invitation to dinner?"
Sima Yixuan smiled faintly and said: "You are really surprised. With Cong Xiai's martial arts, you can sneak away from her. I have to admire you. Even if you are Dierun, I'm afraid you have to be careful to avoid it."
You have to get away from her, but you can escape so easily."
"Cong Xiai knows martial arts?" Cong Yi'er was stunned for a moment and said softly, "Looking at her weak appearance, I really can't imagine that she can do martial arts. However, she is really beautiful. Does she like you? She
His attitude towards Sima Rong is really respectful, and he doesn’t look like someone who is in love.”
Sima Yixuan smiled lightly and said, "You really have a lot of ideas."
Cong Yi'er looked at Sima Yixuan. He didn't continue talking, and she didn't continue to ask. She couldn't go back, and she was a little frustrated. It seemed like she had to stay in this place.
"Where do you plan to stay tonight?" Sima Yixuan said with a smile, "You don't want to live in Zuihua Building, do you?"
"Is there anything wrong?" Cong Yi'er smiled and tried to make herself feel better, "You, a majestic prince of the Daxing Dynasty, can do it, but how can I, a mere little girl, not do it? Moreover, it is very quiet here, there is no one
I would think that I, Cong Yi'er, would come here, haha, I can't sleep tonight because of Prince Cong's mansion, but I feel at ease."
Sima Yixuan smiled and said: "Okay, how about letting Dierun do his best as a landlord and make you live a comfortable life?"
Cong Yi'er lightly jumped down from the railing, landed on the ground, and handed the flute to Sima Yixuan, "This flute should be yours. The jade pendant on the flute should be yours. Haha, there is a pendant on it.
Character."
Reaching out to take the flute, Sima Yixuan looked at Cong Yi'er, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but it passed away and he said calmly: "Your movements are really nimble."
Looking back at the railing, Cong Yi'er smiled softly and said: "It's so high, it's so easy to jump off. Believe it or not, I can jump even if it's taller."
Apart from smiling, Sima Yixuan really couldn't find any other expression.