Feng Yue was silent, Bo Luo brushed his sleeves over the red sandalwood table and handed the secret letter over.
Song Pian raised her eyebrows and read it carefully, her brows changed several times, either surprised or stunned.
In the end, she folded the secret letter again and handed it to Feng Yuexian with pure eyes:
"Thank you for letting me know, otherwise I wouldn't have expected it."
Feng Yuexian scratched the side of the tea bowl with her fingertips, and said lightly:
"What you didn't expect was that the King of Chu dared to enter the capital without permission."
As far as she knew, Song Pian had made a lot of preparations for tomorrow.
Song Pian smiled lightly:
"I can't hide anything from you."
Seeing Song Pian's budding smile, Feng Yuexian suddenly felt annoyed.
Yes, nothing can hide from her.
She knew that Song Piangan could see that she liked that hairpin.
I also know why Song Pianjiao brought things to the East Palace, but did not give them to himself.
Song Piantao didn't dare to send it.
Because of her actions that day, how dare Song Piantao let herself misunderstand her intentions again.
She refused to give herself even a hint of room for fantasy.
Gentle and decisive.
Feng Yuexian took half a cup of tea in one breath.
"It's good that the prince knows, you and I are allied, and I have to tell you about this matter."
Feng Yuexian emphasized the word "alliance".
After she finished speaking, Song Pianjiao didn't respond yet, and she became disillusioned.
She got up, and the blue silk brushed off her shoulders with her movements:
"I'm going back."
"Wait." A voice called from behind.
The sound was not very loud, but Feng Yuexian couldn't walk half a step.
She looked back, Song Pian hurriedly walked into the room, and took something out.
Song Piantao handed over the thing in his hand and explained:
"Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival. I wanted to give it to you tomorrow, but you happened to be here."
Is the longevity thread.
Longevity strands are woven with five-color threads, like a long curved feathered bird's tail, which is used to tie between the arms.
"This is you-"
Feng Yuexian stopped halfway.
She wanted to ask Song Pianjiao, did she make this? But he remembered that Song Pianjiao was the prince at this time, how could he have the time to do this.
Sure enough, Song Pian blinked and said:
"This... it was made by Xue Qing."
Feng Yuexian nodded.
Sure enough, it was made by Xueqing, and Yinbing Yinxue, who was beside her, also liked to make these things.
It wasn't made by Song Piantao.
Since the expectation has not been raised, it is not too lost. On the contrary, because this thing is just an auspicious meaning, it is easier to reach out and take it.
Feng Yuexian reached out to take it, one end of the long colored thread was wrapped between her fingers, and the other end was wrapped around Song Pian's hand.
Like magpie feathers floating across the snow, colored silk swept across the ice.
Feng Yuexian's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she deliberately avoided Song Pian's fingers.
Proud and restrained.
She looked down at the longevity strand, extremely focused.
This longevity thread is adorned with jewels of various colors, and it is extremely gorgeous.
What is more special is that he also wears a small bronze mirror, which is rare.
Feng Yue thought about it for a while, the bronze mirror has the meaning of "observing the original form of the demon king", and it is intended to ward off evil spirits, but it is a scene of the Dragon Boat Festival.
She raised her eyes to ask Song Piantao.
Although she knows, she can pretend not to know.
She pinched the bronze mirror between her fingers: "This is?"
"I see that the treasure mirror is used to ward off evil spirits, and it has a good meaning..."
Under Feng Yuexian's gaze, Song Pian squeezed the palm of his hand, his eyes blinked again, and then said:
"... Then I told Xue Qing to add it."
Feng Yue nodded leisurely, swayed a little, and said:
"It was so."
Song Piantao nodded and smiled at Yanyan, with a relaxed expression:
"I hope you like it."
With Song Piantao attentive, Feng Yuexian liked it.
The second day is the Dragon Boat Festival. Because I want to go to Jinmingchi, I have to get up and clean up when the sky is bright.
The gardenia in the aquarium on the table has been replaced with new branches, hanging with morning dew, sweet and smoky.
Feng Yue was wearing the Begonia red ruyi cloud pattern shirt, and took the longevity strand to Yinxue, and asked her to help tie it between her arms.
Yinxue pulled her sleeves up, revealing a section of Bai Yingying's arms, while moving her hands, she said:
"This longevity thread was obtained by the master last night? His Royal Highness borrowed flowers to offer Buddha?"
"Um."
Yinxue muttered:
"Since it was given by the prince, the master must wear it on his body. Why don't the prince let Sister Xue Qing come, and make it more delicate to be worthy of you."
Feng Yue paused for a while, and his eyes fell on the longevity thread:
"Why do you say it wasn't made by Xue Qing?"
"Look, there is only a concentric knot on the top of this knot, but Sister Xueqing is very skillful, with flowers and plants, human figures, calligraphy and painting, sun, moon, stars, birds and beasts.
The more Yin Xue said, the more dissatisfied she became, looking at the longevity thread as if she was looking at something ugly:
"In this way, all kinds of longevity threads prepared by the slaves for you will not be used, all of which are used by this—"
"This is great."
"Eh?"
Feng Yuexian stroked the long-lived colored line between her fingers, and she could still feel the cool touch of the bronze mirror between her arms.
Her eyes were clear, like golden shavings, her red lips curved into a shallow arc, like a sweet stream filled with sweet water, and like a wine filled with intoxicating hearts.
Feng Yuexian's voice was like a feather scratching her heart, and she smiled softly, wrapped in a cold charm:
"It could not be better."
The master bloomed in twelve colors, and even Yinxue, who was used to serving, couldn't help but be stunned. His ears were crawling like ants, and it was extremely itchy.
By the time she reacted, she would have forgotten what she was going to say.
After everything was cleaned up, he went to the main hall to have a meal with the prince, and his own master even took the initiative to serve a bowl of white porridge for the prince.
what is this
A temporary reconciliation for the big holiday? Or a courtesy relationship
Drinking snow is puzzled.
Song Piantao was also a little surprised, but quickly accepted it.
She was thinking about the arrangement at this time. Today, the King of Chu will definitely make a move. Jin Mingchi and his party could not be too cautious. One mistake, maybe the mission failed directly.
Now that the mission has progressed to more than 60%, it would be a pity if it failed at this time.
Song Piantao was eating white porridge and side dishes, and her thoughts had long since flown away.
After a while, Feng Yuexian's expression faded again, as if it wasn't her who served her porridge before.
Women are really hard to understand.
Song Piantao sighed inwardly, and after getting on the carriage together, she took the initiative to say:
"Wait to see the father and the emperor, as well as the courtiers and the people, I must show it to ease their hearts."
Song Piantao hinted in his words that they had to act like a melody and a melody in order to satisfy everyone.
No matter what is going on in private, face-saving must be done.
Fengyue sat leisurely, like a cold beauty like a snowdrift of ice, she glanced at the prince, and said leisurely:
"Since His Royal Highness asked, so be it."
Song Piantao felt that this was strange, but she couldn't say it.
The chariot gathered in front of the palace gate with the ceremonial guards leaving the palace, and the prince chariot was only behind the emperor's imperial chariot.
No one in the palace went with them, except for the virtuous concubine and the three princes, only He Jieyu's mother, who was precious by her son, brought the little princess with her.
On the contrary, many courtiers came, and they were all ministers who gave banquets on the Dragon Boat Festival today.
The guards of honor are mighty and mighty, with guards on both sides guarding, clearing the road along the way, solemn and solemn.
There were already many commoners who went to Jinmingchi early to visit the gardens, and some were far behind the palace guards of honor, and followed them with a smile.
The Royal Banquet is located in the Linshui Hall of Jinming Pond. It is a pavilion surrounded by water on three sides. Behind it is the Baojin Building, where the nobles in the palace can rest for a while. On the west side is a colorful building that rises from the ground.
When the banquet was held in Linshui Hall, there was Kabuki singing and dancing in the color building. The music was accompanied by the sound of water.
On the north side of the Cailou is an immortal bridge. The bridge is a palace in the center of Jinmingchi, called the Water Heart Five Halls. Originally, the five halls of the water center and other places could be used for the common people to play, but this time it was banned by the prince.
Not only the five water halls, but also the south bank near the Linshui Hall was cleared of people, and the royal guards were lined up with bright eyes. Visitors can only enter from the west gate and the east gate, and watch the water play on both sides and the north shore.
On the water, a posture has been set up, and the most imposing ones are the dragon boats of various colors.
When the emperor stood in front of the Linshui Palace, looking at the majestic dragon boat below, and seeing the pedestrians on both sides of the strait like weaving shuttles, the ladies and gentlemen, and the hawkers shouting endlessly, a scene of peace and prosperity, I immediately became happy.
After the Dragon Boat Festival feast, the water play also kicked off, and the racing and water swings were extremely lively and exciting.
When the water puppet is controlled by the artist to play ball, row a boat, dance, and fish on the water, the fishing puppet actually catches a small silver-white live fish, which attracts applause from both sides of the strait, and the water waves sway along with it.
Song Pian smiled, but her heart was tight.
The more lively and the atmosphere rushed into people's minds, the more sober Song Piantao became.
Beside her, Feng Yuexian stood side by side with her, and her voice entered her ears like a fine mosquito:
"Don't be afraid, my people will cooperate with you."
Song Piantao felt deeply in her heart. She probably knew that Feng Yuexian didn't want to hear her say "thank you", so she pressed it down in her heart and said softly:
"it is good."
After the Hundred Plays on the Water, the highlight is the dragon boat race.
Dragon boats are produced by various governments and several folks, competing on the same stage, with different styles.
The dragon boat in the General's Mansion is rough and majestic, the Jiangnan silk and satin family is tied with five-color ropes, and there are children in the stern of the boat doing the scene of Yang Fei's spring sleep, which is elegant and extravagant.
Song Piantao's eyes fell on the dragon boat of the Feng family, but when he saw all the rowers above him, he felt a little bit.
When the bidding boat stopped in front of the Linshui Hall, the red silk-tied bids were thrown into the water for competition among the boats, and the dragon boat race officially began.
On the top of the Cailou, there is a melodious sound of the flute and pipe, and the music is exciting, and there are even drum dots.
The sound of music, the sound of hitting the water, the sound of applause, resounded through the sky.
The sound of the drums rose and fell, like spring thunder, and the dragon boats lined up the snow-like water waves, racing towards the Linshui Hall.
The dragon boat is getting closer and closer.
The drums sounded in unison, and the drums were like showers, getting tighter and denser, and at the moment of climbing to the top, an aberration struck!
On a dragon boat, sixteen rowers threw off the oars, lifted the bottom of the boat and took out their knives. With a slam on their feet, the dragon boat sank, but their bodies took off. They took advantage of the water and stabbed the water with their knives. temple.
Song Piantao was waiting for this moment!
She had been ambushed in the water for a long time. At this time, dozens of mallard water masters appeared from the water of Linshui Temple and were about to pounce, but someone was faster than them—
The dragon boat of the Feng family also stopped at the moment of the sudden change, and the paddlers jumped up. The dragon boat let out a whimper under the strong stampede, but they came first and stopped all the assassins.
Sixteen to sixteen, Crazy Blade against bare hands, but the Feng family was able to suppress all the killers!
There was panic on both sides of the strait, and the other dragon boats did not dare to race any more, and they all spun around on the water.
The ministers were at a loss, the old emperor was kept behind by the grand guardian, his face was gloomy and flustered:
"What's wrong, what's wrong!"
Song Piantao stared at the surface of the water to fight, her body was frail and slender, but she stood firmer than the pine and cypress in the snow, she said calmly:
"It's just a few assassins making trouble - come here, escort the emperor to Baojin Tower to rest."
Concubine Xian's eyes flashed and she followed the emperor.
Song Pian glanced at the end of his eyes, but pretended not to know.
Most of the civil officials followed the emperor to Baojin Tower in a hurry, leaving only the princelings, and the generals who had the time to stand by, and basically all stayed.
Whether they want to make meritorious deeds, or want to perform in front of the prince, they are not easy to go.
The Feng family gathered around Feng Yuexian, but Feng Yuexian's expression suddenly became condensed.
Song Pianjiao asked the old emperor to go to Baojin Tower, and if there was another hand, he would definitely point at her alone.
She used her life as a bait to lure assassins out.
The old emperor is useless and useless, is it worth her
Thinking too much was useless, Feng Yuexian took out the guard's sword, took a step forward, and held the sword in front of Song Pianto.
Song Pian's face darkened, stunned.
The woman's shoulders are not broad. She is wearing a red begonia dress and holding a snow-colored long sword. She stands before her like a green mountain, beautiful and cold.
Song Pian's heart warmed.
The battle was coming to an end, and most of the sixteen assassins were either dead or captured, and their blood stained the surface of the Jinming Pond.
One wave will be leveled and one wave will rise again. Two black shadows sprang out from under the bidding boat. They are like ghosts. They bring out afterimages in the air. They rushed to the front of Linshui Temple in a few steps, and they were close enough to see their sinister snakes. Eye.
Some generals stepped forward to fight, but they were impatient with their tactics and poisoned hidden weapons. Jin Building.
Feng Yuexian pulled out the silver butterfly hairpin from her hair, looking at the figure of one of the shadows, her eyes flashed fiercely, her robe sleeves lifted, and the silver hairpin flew out, like a silver fish breaking through water, stabbing straight at the black. Shadow Back.
The shadow twitched for two breaths, and fell to the surface like a dead fish.
With a shadow left, he slammed his opponent into the water, looked at Feng Yuexian, and said hoarsely:
"Do you have a second silver hairpin?"
Feng Yuexian's brows and eyes contained a hint of anger, but he still stood firmly in place, unmoved.
No one is as important as Song Piantao.
The black shadow smiled up at the sky, the rabbits and falcons fell, and they grabbed a child. It was the one with Peking Opera makeup and oily face.
"I have heard the name of the royal benevolence, you can save him as long as you fight, do you save it or not?"
Feng Yuexian was unmoved, her eyes were cold, and her thin lips parted lightly:
"No help."
Shadow's smile froze.
"Song surnamed, don't you want the name of kindness!"
Before Song Pian could make a sound, Feng Yuexian's eyes fell on the child and said:
"It is the luck of your life to die for the royal family."
"… You! Damn it!"
Song Pian gave a sullen smile behind her.
Fengyue stood calmly, being her green mountain.
The black shadow was furious and threw the child to the pillars of Linshui Temple:
"Useless thing! Then you die!"
Feng Yuexian's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes moved with the traces of the child flying by.
Some generals couldn't bear it, jumped into the air, and wanted to catch the child, but when they approached, a dagger was suddenly inserted between the ribs, screaming.
This strength is definitely not a child!
The general found out later that he fell to the pool surface with severe pain.
The assassin finally showed his true fangs.
Feng Yuexian stared closely at the oil paint boy—or rather, a dwarf.
The dwarf was extremely agile and moved faster in the air. He threw the bloody dagger straight to the gap on the right, and the target was Song Piandao behind her.
Feng Yuexian took two steps forward and raised his sword to block, the dagger hit the body of Xueliang's sword and fell to the ground, making a dull sound.
Feng Yue was relieved, but suddenly tightened again.
In the corner of the eye, the dwarf smiled wickedly with the oil paint on, opened his mouth, and spit out a tiny arrow from his mouth.
The small arrow was extremely fast and whistled.
The last breath was still outside the hall, and this breath was close at hand.
Feng Yuexian didn't have time to think, and suddenly threw the dagger in his sleeve.
Clang!
In front of Song Piantao, the gold and the sword collided in the air, and the sparks splashed out.
Daggers and small arrows rolled to the ground like birds with broken wings.
For a moment, she really thought she was going to fail her mission and leave this small world.
Song Pian was stunned for a while.
The little boy did his best, and the Feng family generals, who were freed, worked together to capture them.
Feng Yuexian did not dare to take a step away from her.
Song Piantao couldn't tell what was in his heart.
She squatted down, picked up Feng Yuexian's dagger, and took out the jinpa to wipe it carefully.
This is Feng Yuexian's favorite dagger, and he plays with it every day, so it shouldn't get dirty.
Before that, I told her that I would play with it, but I didn't expect to touch it for the first time at such a moment.
Song Pian's eyes were soft, and she moved her fingers slightly, feeling the unevenness on the back.
what is this
Song Pian looked over.
I saw two words engraved on the dagger—
Qinglu.
If a call came from a very distant place, Song Pian hummed in his head and made peace with it.
She whispered:
"Light Heron...?"