The setting sun melts gold, and the western sky spreads thousands of zhangs of cloud brocade silk, and it looks like a piece of bright red cloud silk silk left by a fairy in the heaven.
The golden and purple rays of light enveloped the palace, and the glazed tiles shone brightly, resplendent and majestic.
Murong Ci and Shen Zhiyan came out of the study and saw Ruyi hurrying over, they asked, "What's wrong?"
Ruyi's face was full of worry, and she said in a low voice: "Yu Wang has arrived and is waiting for His Highness in the main hall."
Murong Ci frowned slightly, what is he doing here
Ruyi asked again: "Your Highness, the Yuwang is here, do you want to pass on the meal?"
Just now, Murong Ci saw that the sun was setting and Qin Ruo would not come back so soon, so he ordered Ruyi to pass on the meal and invited Shen Zhiyan to have dinner together, and waited for Qin Ruo to come back.
"Let's pass on the meal."
Murong Ci motioned to Shen Zhiyan to step into the hall together.
Inside the hall, Murong Yu was sitting on a carved chair. Due to the golden and purple brilliance of the setting sun outside the hall, the inside of the hall seemed gloomy. Slowly emerging from the black mist.
Shen Zhiyan bowed and said, "I pay my respects to the prince."
Murong Yu stood up, without looking at him, his indifferent eyes fell on her face, "I heard that His Highness was injured by an assassination, and I will take a look at His Highness's injury on His Majesty's behalf."
"My lord has a heart. I'm fine, it's just a skin injury." Murong Ci said coldly, "It's going to be dark, lord, why don't you go back to your residence?"
"Shen Shaoqing is investigating the case." Murong Yu asked calmly, implying that he hasn't left the palace yet, what is the king anxious about
"I still have something to discuss with Zhiyan." She looked at him frankly, and frankly gave the order to dismiss the guest: You are not welcome in the East Palace.
Shen Zhiyan smiled apologetically, feeling his cheeks cramp from laughing.
He always felt that Yu Wang's words and deeds were a bit weird, but he couldn't tell what was weird.
Just like now, he felt that Yu Wang's deep black pupils seemed to devour him, and he also felt that there was a faint sour smell in the air.
This feeling is inexplicable and unpredictable, but it is very real.
"Your Highness, why don't I enter the palace again tomorrow morning."
Although he won't change himself because of someone's joy or anger, it's always bad to stay in the East Palace when the sky is dark.
Murong Ci looked at him with a smile, "Qin Ruo will be back soon."
This smile is like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, magnificent and magnificent.
For the first time, Murong Yu felt that Shen Zhiyan was an eyesore, why did His Highness smile so brightly and happily at him
And when she faced herself, she was either agitated or sarcastic, without false words.
Ruyi led a group of palace servants to the front of the main hall with dinner in their hands, but she didn't dare to go in and waited at the side.
The aroma of the dinner wafted out and drifted into the hall with the evening wind.
Murong Ci immediately had a bad premonition, Ruyi's arrival was really not at the right time, so this guy won't know.
as expected
"Shen Shaoqing is going to eat with His Royal Highness in the East Palace. I'm already hungry. Let's eat something casually in the East Palace."
Murong Yu said beautifully, looking at her with great interest, his eyes seemed to be a smile but not a smile, full of evil spirits.
The corners of her lips twitched, "My lord appreciates your face. This palace can't wait for it. I'm afraid that the food in the East Palace won't suit the lord's taste."
He said proudly: "This king is not like some officials' sons, who grew up in a heap of brocade clothes and fine clothes since they were young, eat fine food, wear soft clothes, and go out with fragrant cars and soft sedan chairs, so their bones are soft."
Shen Zhiyan felt that if he was not mistaken, the prince accused Sang of scolding Huai as his own.
The corners of Murong Ci's eyes also twitched, the noble and glamorous Regent would also ridicule others for being so low-end
"My lord has served in the army since he was a child, and he has trained a strong and iron frame. The lower officials admire him, and he has always been fascinated by the iron blood and wind and sand of the border army."
"Ruyi, cloth meal." Murong Ci ordered coldly.
Ruyi led a crowd of palace people in one file at a time, and quickly filled the table with dishes of delicious food.
Afterwards, Ruyi and the two maids packed three bowls of rice, set up silver chopsticks, and stood back a few steps.
The three entered the table, Murong Ci smiled and said: "Prince, you don't need to be polite."
This "Zhiyan" sound was as clear and gentle as the one just now, and Murong Yu felt it was particularly harsh in his ears.
Shen Zhiyan took a sip of the lotus soup, and praised with a smile: "This lotus soup is delicious."
Murong Yu was holding a bowl of white rice, staring at the smiling Shen Shaoqing, his brows were as cold as frost.
Shen Zhiyan immediately jumped from the bright spring day to the rustling late autumn, bowing his head to eat.
Murong Ci scooped up three spoonfuls of soup and put them in front of him, "Zhiyan, try this Bijian soup."
"Thank you Your Highness."
He took a sip flattered, praised and sighed again, and then glanced at the man next to him without any trace.
Murong Yu handed her the white porcelain bowl, but didn't speak, just looked at her.
"What?" She guessed his intention more or less, but asked deliberately puzzled.
"Bijian Soup." He said in a low voice, with three simple words.
The setting sun was falling, and there was only a ray of clouds in the western sky, and the entire palace was shrouded in the dark blue sky.
The hall is dark, the palace people hold the lamps, and the Qiansha palace lamps painted with phoenix bamboos are scattered.
Dim red light and shadow.
His handsome face was cold, with a few flashes of red, which seemed to add a bit of warmth.
Murong Ci put the whole Bijian soup in the middle, meaning to let him scoop it up by himself.
Shen Zhiyan drank the soup with his head down, not daring to raise his head, not daring to make a sound, feeling that the dinner was becoming more and more tasteless.
Can the feeling of being like a light on your back be good
No, it's a thorn in the chest.
Murong Yu's eyes darkened a little, he scooped up two spoonfuls of Bijian soup, and drank it gracefully.
"Brother Prince, Brother Prince"
A voice as clear as a silver bell came from afar, and the voice arrived before the person arrived.
The only one in the palace calling Murongci like this is Princess Zhaohua.
In the blink of an eye, Murong Chang rushed over like a gust of wind with her gauze skirt dragging the floor, out of breath. Because of running so fast, her cheeks are flushed, and there are two gorgeous peach blossoms floating in the air, the color is romantic and delicate.
"Brother Prince, Prince"
She stared at Murong Yu, and suddenly felt that she was being so reckless, so she lowered her head shyly, and the pink color of her soft cheeks became deeper.
Murong Ci knowingly asked: "Sister Huang, are you here now, do you have something important to do?"
How could she not know Zhaohua's thoughts
Xu Shizhaohua learned that Murong Yu came to the East Palace to "visit sick", and she also ran excitedly, just to be with him under the same roof "regularly".
"I heard that the prince's elder brother was assassinated and injured, and my sister came to visit the prince's elder brother." Murong Chang's obsessed eyes finally moved away from him, and he calmed down. He put on the dignified and dignified demeanor of a royal princess, and asked softly, "Brother Prince, your injury is not serious."
"I'm fine." Murong Ci smiled slightly.
"It smells so good. Brother Prince, sister Chen hasn't eaten yet, can we have dinner together?"
Murong Chang asked politely, if it was the past, she would have sat down unceremoniously.
Now that Murong Yu is here, she naturally has to put on the image of a reserved, noble, generous and decent princess.
When Shen Zhiyan saw her talking, his charming eyes swayed to Yu Wang, and he guessed a bit.
Murong Ci nodded, Murong Yu ate leisurely, elegant and charming, everything that happened around him had no effect on him.
Murong Chang sat beside him, and the palace servants hurriedly added bowls and chopsticks for her.
Murong Ci and Shen Zhiyan looked at each other and understood each other's eyes.
Although Murong Yu didn't look at them, he glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw the interaction between their eyes.
For some reason, I suddenly feel that these meals are tasteless.
Murong Chang's eyes were basically glued to his face, like brown sugar, he was the only one in his beautiful eyes, and he was totally absent-minded when eating.
"My lord, who is the assassin who assassinated the prince's brother?" She asked softly, her voice so soft that water could drip.
"Princess should ask your prince brother." Murong Yu replied indifferently, his voice was as deep and mellow as ever.
It was as if she had heard this charming voice for the first time, and when she saw his beautiful eyes, they looked like stars in the night sky, with bright stars and pink bubbles popping out.
Murong Ci and Shen Zhiyan looked at each other again, speechless.
Shouldn't this question be asked to the parties
"My lord, why did that assassin assassinate the prince brother?"
Murong Chang blinked her watery eyes, and smiled so sweetly.
The corners of Murong Ci's and Shen Zhiyan's lips twitched wildly, and then silently ate the rice.
Murong Yu didn't answer, and picked up the white porcelain bowl with his slender fingers to drink the soup.
"My lord, is the assassin assassinating the prince's elder brother, is it not peaceful in the palace? Is there something wrong with the Jinghong Hall in the palace? Could there be an assassin assassinating the palace?" Yes, soft and touching, "It's getting dark, can the prince send me back to Jinghong Palace later?"
"The king will send a few more guards to escort the princess back." Murong Yu was not angry, his magnificent and handsome face was like a cold plum blooming in the dim light and shadow of the snow.
"This Bijian soup is my favorite, please eat more, my lord."
She took his white porcelain bowl, poured all the remaining bijian soup into the bowl, and handed it to him, smiling brightly, "My lord, eat."
Murong Yu took the white porcelain bowl, but stood up and put it in front of Murong Ci, Shen Lang said: "Your Highness eats less, eat these."
Shen Zhiyan touched his nose with his index finger, Murong Ci said calmly, "I'm full. Imperial sister, why don't you eat."
The bowl that Murong Yu ate is only eaten by ghosts
Murong Chang's pretty face, full of sweet smiles, finally changed slightly, and he pursed his red lips, not happy anymore.
Because he actually gave her heart to someone else
Even if that "other" is her prince brother, it won't work
However, for the sake of what the prince's brother gave her, she didn't care
Furthermore, this is the bowl used by the king of Yu, with his saliva, wouldn't it be just right
Thinking of this, she picked up the white porcelain bowl and drank Bijian soup in small sips, as if it was the most precious delicacy in the world, a thousand-year-old dew bestowed by the fairy world, and she had to taste it carefully and aftertaste to live up to the good intentions.
Shen Zhiyan bowed his head unbearably, ignoring her exaggerated performance.
Murong Ci held her forehead speechlessly, and suddenly felt a thorn coming from the opposite side, she quietly raised her eyes, and saw Murong Yu's eyes piercing her forehead like a sharp sword.