The first time in history

Empress Zheng was still lying on the exquisite bamboo bed on the platform outside the palace. Qian Mingduo walked slowly to her side and whispered in her ear: "The man who was going to Yue State that I told you about the other day has already left this afternoon and will arrive in your hometown in a few days."

"Really?" Zheng Dan said in surprise, "Leaving this afternoon?"

"Yes." Qian Mingduo looked at a maid standing in front of the palace gate.

"I'll let them into the hall." Zheng Dan glared at Qian Mingduo coquettishly.

"No." Qian Mingduo sighed and said, "I'm on duty at Guanwa Palace tonight, so I have to go there soon."

"When can you take care of my cold palace every day?" Zheng Dan turned sideways gracefully, and the delicate flowers under her gauze dress seemed to be hinting something to Qian Mingduo.

Qian Mingduo could vaguely hear the sound of a wooden harp when he was still far away from Guanwa Palace. He frowned and thought to himself, "It's getting late, but the palace is still playing music. Could it be that Fuchai has returned to the palace? If we calculate by the day, it will take him several days to come back!"

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling over the exquisite Guanwa Palace. Xi Shi was wearing a light gauze, which was as light as mist and fluttered slightly in the night wind. Behind her, a group of maids were also wearing light gauze, and their steps were light, as if a group of fairies had descended to the world.

The wooden clogs on the corridor made a clear sound of xylophone, which was particularly clear in the quiet night. Xi Shi moved lightly with lotus steps and swayed her waist. Her graceful figure was even more charming and attractive in the moonlight. The moonlight was reflected in her eyes, like two deep pools, mysterious and charming.

The maids followed closely behind, their movements were in unison, and as the veils fluttered, there seemed to be a faint fragrance floating in the air.

Xi Shi walked slowly and gracefully, her figure becoming more and more graceful. Her eyes pierced through the night, as if she was looking for the person who made her worried.

When she thought of Qian Mingduo, the ambiguous feelings in her eyes became stronger. It was a shy yet bold expression of emotion, as if she had thousands of words to say but couldn't.

Xi Shi's slightly narrowed eyes seemed to hide countless secrets, which only Qian Mingduo could open.

In this watery night, Xi Shi's eyes looking at Qian Mingduo became the most moving scenery, telling those unspoken thoughts, making Qian Mingduo intoxicated.

Xi Shi played the zither on the corridor, not to please Fu Chai, but because she wanted Qian Mingduo to be treated like an emperor. In this way, she expressed her approval of Qian Mingduo's success in rescuing Mr. Tian, ​​and also her love for him.

The sound of the zither gradually faded, but the lingering sound lingered for a long time. In front of the Xiangyi Corridor, the two people's eyes met, and Xi Shi immediately turned around and entered the hall.

That brief glance, like lightning across the night sky, instantly illuminated each other's souls. Xi Shi's eyes were filled with shyness and expectation, while Qian Mingduo's eyes were filled with amazement and obsession.

That glimpse seemed to have traveled through a thousand years of time, allowing them to find their spiritual home in this resonant corridor.

The donkey bells rang. It was the same donkey and the same route as last time. Qian Mingduo, biting a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, walked leisurely to the foot of the hill.

He was still leading the donkey up the mountain, but Xiao Wuzi was no longer there.

There is a pavilion and a stone table on the top of the mountain. On the stone table there is still a sword, and on the stone bench there is still the female swordsman with waist-length hair.

What was different from last time was that the female swordsman gave Qian Mingduo a secret bag.

On the way back to the city, Qian Mingduo tried his best to suppress the urge to open the treasure bag. Every time he was about to open it, he would ask himself, "Should I open it and take a look?" But every time, a voice in his heart would tell him, "Don't open it."

Qian Mingduo knew the importance of this brocade bag, so after returning to the palace, he went directly to the Guanwa Palace. He pretended to chat with a few guards, but in his mind he was wondering whether he would have to climb into the palace through the window on the south side of the main hall in a while.

At this time, Xiao Ke walked up to Qian Mingduo and said softly, "Master Ling, Miss Xishi wants to invite you into the palace because there have been strange noises in the palace these past few nights. Please take a closer look."

"Is there such a thing?" Qian Mingduo frowned and said.

"Yes. Miss Xishi and I, the maids, were so scared that we couldn't sleep!"

"Okay, I'll go with you."

As early as the evening, Xi Shi sent away several maids around her, leaving only Xiaoke to serve in the palace.

At 12:00 p.m., after his inspection, the chief imperial guard Zhou Bin restored the sentry in the flower bushes south of Guanwa Palace that Qian Mingduo had removed. Xi Shi knew that Qian Mingduo was not aware of the situation and was worried that he would climb into the palace through the south window again.

He then instructed Xiaoke that as soon as he saw Qian Mingduo, he should let him enter the hall through the main gate.

Xiaoke lifted the gauze curtain, and after Qian Mingduo entered the hall, she stood inside the gauze curtain and observed the outside through the gap.

Qian Mingduo lifted a few veils, and the scene before him made him hold his breath. He saw Xi Shi standing gracefully on a bright red quilt.

She was wearing a snow-white veil, and through the thin veil, one could vaguely see her porcelain-like skin and her curvaceous figure.

"Yi'er!" Qian Mingduo's voice was trembling, full of affection and longing. He couldn't help but gently call Xi Shi's name, as if to convey his deepest feelings to her.

Xi Shi slowly spread her arms, her eyes filled with the call of affection and love.

Qian Mingduo stepped forward quickly, and the two hugged each other tightly. Their bodies pressed together, immersed in the ocean of love, enjoying each other's warmth and love.

"Xiao Ke." Xi Shi put on her gauze dress, still panting slightly. "Bring me a candle."

Qian Mingduo handed the brocade bag to Xi Shi and stood beside her silently. Behind them, the originally flat red brocade quilt was now in disarray, like a sea of ​​red flowers that had just been baptized by a storm. It seemed to be telling the story of the collision of souls and the fusion of bodies.

Qian Mingduo took the candle from Xiaoke, and Xishi saw Xiaoke disappear behind the veil. She heaved a sigh of relief and slowly opened the brocade bag. Inside was a small piece of white paper.

"Deng Kai!" Xi Shi blurted out, "It's really him!"

"Is he Fuchai's spy?" Qian Mingduo had seen this name in history books.

"He is the general who controls nearly half of the Yue army!" Xi Shi couldn't believe the two words in the brocade bag.

"The person who gave us the news...is he reliable?" Qian Mingduo asked softly.

Xi Shi looked up at Qian Mingduo, then lowered her head and looked carefully at the words on the white scroll.

"Mr. Zhang's club is very capable and reliable." Xi Shi walked slowly barefoot on the ground. "His club was originally opened with the help of my country of Yue. When he was down and out, it was the King of Yue who placed him in the palace."