A Hint of Spring

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"You are not her, yes, you are not Lan'er! She is dead! Ah~"

Yang Muying got up from Xia Baisu's body as if stimulated.

Xia Baisu straightened her clothes, but fortunately, she escaped again.She was going to find Xia Shan, but she didn't believe what he said.She rushed to leave, but was stopped by soldiers.

"Let her out!"

Yang Muying originally wanted her to vent her anger, but she was still not Yang Mulan, so he didn't want to.Can it be said that he is in love with his sister pervertedly, or is he only in love with one woman?

"Yezi, look at this little clay figurine, it's so chubby and cute."

"Hey, girls are really good at picking. I pinched this with my own hands. It is the current Princess Wanqing, and the man next to him in official uniform is Ye Consort. They are really lucky stars for the common people. They are talented and beautiful. They are a perfect match."

After hearing this, Yang Muwan took a sneak look at Ye Zhiqiu, and couldn't hide the joy in her heart. The common people said that they were a good match! Facing Ye Zhiqiu's eyes, she quickly lowered her head and fiddled with her hair, like a shy flower bud waiting to be released .In recent days, she always asks Ye Zhiqiu to go shopping with her whenever she has anything to do. The two share similar interests, both love street snacks, desserts, and all kinds of playthings. Every time they go out, they always have a pile full of them.

What about Ye Qiuhan? His face was pale at the moment. She didn't notice Yang Muwan's expression. How could she know the reason? Isn't that the first love? How similar is it to her expression when facing Lu Yan before? Could it be that he likes her?

"Princess, the weather is getting better. The disaster situation in Jinzhou has been well controlled. It's time to go back to Beijing."

Ye Qiuhan whispered to persuade Yang Muwan to return to Beijing.

"No, don't you want to spend more time outside too?"

"Then I will go back by myself, and the princess can stay here as long as she wants."

"You... hum!"

Yang Muwan threw down the two little clay figurines who couldn't put it down so hard that the clay figurines were "shattered to pieces".

"Hey, my clay figurine..."

"Boss, this is your money, I'm sorry."

"Master, this is too much, wait a minute, I have two spare ones for you. Seeing how much your wife likes them just now, hurry up and give them away."

It's quite awkward to hear the name of the boss, how can they have a husband and wife?

Ye Qiuhan returned to the inn, but Yang Muwan didn't come back, where would she be going at this time? Shaking her head with her forehead, she sent someone to look for it.

"Princess?"

In the end, Ye Qiuhan found Yang Muwan by the river, and she should not be called no matter what, this aunt is really a princess temper.

"Princess, look at these two little clay figurines!"

"It's a good thing you have a heart and know what I like."

This is a gift from the boss. She didn't deliberately ask him to make one. It's a big misunderstanding.So, let her leave you quickly.

"Actually, I have news for you."

"what?"

"Your brother and the empress were expelled from Beijing by the emperor, and I don't know where they are now."

"how come?"

"It seems that the emperor gave the order because the fourth prince killed the prime minister's son."

"No, I want to go back to Beijing to see my father, how could he treat my mother like this."

"Princess, Your Majesty is going to practice Taoism. It is said that he will return to the palace after a year. It is useless for you to go now."

"Then what to do?"

"Salad!"

"What's the way to cool off?"

Ye Qiuhan rolled her eyes speechlessly, what could she do, she could only take one step at a time.She had received the news a few days ago, but she never had the chance to say it.

"Come back to Beijing with me for now."

I still have to go back to the capital. I didn't want to see him again, but there was no way.The princess here has done a lot of good things for the people, and they praised her one after another. Even if they sent her back to Beijing for the "good princess" in the eyes of the people, they will not owe each other.I hope she doesn't fall in love with herself.She glanced at Yang Muwan apologetically. In this world, she is the only daughter in the family and has no playmates since she was a child. Let her be a naughty younger sister now.

With this glance, Yang Muwan's side changed his taste, it seemed so tender that he was about to fall into it.The honey-like feeling permeates the whole atrium, as if it wants to take her to a happy paradise.

"I don't know when he will wake up?"

Dressed as a woman, the woman wearing a veil asked the man.Even the most ordinary attire can't conceal her magnificent temperament.

"The doctor said that he injured his head, it can take as little as ten and a half months, and as long as a year and a half, it depends on his own destiny."

The man looked helplessly at the man who was still lying on the slate bed.It has been more than a month since they were rescued, and the man has been in a coma.The woman woke up the next day, not paying attention to the scars left on her face, he had never seen a disfigured woman who was so calm, strange!

Ting Ran could only silently stand by Lu Yan's side, changing his dressing and bandaging him.On the cliff, if he hadn't used his body to protect himself, I'm afraid he would have more than just this mark on his face!

"Mr. Yi, can I play a piece of music with the piano on the wall?"

The best decoration in this simple thatched house is this piano.Every day, she could see the man in front of her carefully cleaning the guqin, not allowing even a little bit of impurities to appear.

"This……"

"No one has used it for a long time, maybe the pitch doesn't match."

Yi Yong showed distress, and after thinking for a moment, he sighed and said.

"It doesn't matter, I can fix it."

"Miss Xia, please help yourself."

Ting Ran guessed that this violin might belong to his wife, but things are different.It seems that there are many men in the world who are infatuated. Isn't the man around her a living example?

Sure enough, as soon as the strings were plucked, the jerky and unpleasant sound pierced the ears, and the piano should not have moved for a long time.After fine modulation for a period of time, the normal sound is restored.She sat cross-legged on the mat, facing the person lying on the bed, with her slender fingertips playing on the hair-thin guqin.After a while, the beautiful music lingered in my ears, composing the most beautiful movement in this uncontested place.

She has played this piece of music no less than a hundred times, and she hopes that this piece of music can wake up the sleeping people.However, it was not that easy, the people on the bed seemed to be unresponsive.Unexpectedly, his fingers moved one or two accordingly, and the fragmented memories in his mind were being woven piece by piece by an invisible net.

"Second brother, Yang Muying's actions are too much, killing you and my confidants one by one, is he not here as the father!"

"You're just too impatient, this time he's making a big move on me, I'm afraid he will have a hard time himself."

"But……"

"Presumably the princes of the Moderate School have also suffered a lot. We can unite and make a deal."

"Second brother, aren't you afraid that after taking down Yang Muying, they will bite back?"

"So with a grain of salt, I think they'd love to work with us!"

"I hope so. At that time, the second brother will not be far from the superior position!"

No one who grew up in the palace is a good stubble, unless they are people who have no desire for the throne.The Xian faction, on the surface, pretends to be kind to the sages and recruit capable people from all over the world. In fact, it is no different from other princely parties. The name "Xianpai" is just a brand that is expected by everyone.

The princes of the two factions secretly mediated and fought each other, and the court has been messed up.Yang Muying's big moves did not stop because of the news of Yang Mulan's death, but intensified instead.Although Yang Muying has the snobbish support behind Lu Yuanshan, the princes' parties are not vegetarians, and they each show their abilities in this silent gunpowder.It has not yet been decided who will win the deer.

Winter is staggering away, Miss Chun's footsteps seem to be too hasty, the Spring Festival has not yet arrived, and all things on the earth have been sown with seeds of vitality.The new buds waiting to sprout all over the mountains and plains are eagerly crowding outward, as if waiting for a thousand years, only hoping to bloom in the morning and evening.

"stop!"