Emperor Phoenix

Chapter 9

Sure enough, she met Su Ling on the long corridor, her eyes flicked over, she suddenly lit up, and said happily: "Your flowers are beautiful, where did they come from?"

Qin Changge smiled and said, "It's just picked from the garden."

"I think so too," Su Ling looked closely at the flower, stretched her head over and smelled it, then gently stroked the delicate petals, and said with a smile, "If you look closely, it's just the flowers in the garden, why do they look so different?" How about it? It’s sparse and neat, and has a unique charm.”

Qin Changge said with a smile: "I dare you to be in a good mood today, and you are comfortable looking at everything, but they are just ordinary flowers - are you going to the tea room? Tell Eunuch Zhang if it is convenient, and I will get some for Aunt Jinyun later." This year's Qiuhao tea, she kept thinking about drinking it, but always forgot."

"I almost forgot if you didn't tell me," Su Ling said with a groan, "I have to go quickly to answer my errand, I will remember your business." She touched the flower again reluctantly, and left in a hurry.

As soon as she left, Qin Changge immediately returned to the room with the vase in his arms, and threw away the five-color plum, leaving only the ordinary hibiscus.

After waiting for a while, she rummaged through the room, took something and stuffed it in her bosom, then walked towards the waiter.

Lifting the curtain and going in, Qin Changge smiled and said, "Sister Suling, did you tell me for me? ——Hey, what's wrong with you?"

In the room, Su Ling was walking around with her arms folded, her voice changed in anxiety, "What should I do? What should I do?"

Qin Changge glanced over and saw that there was indeed a fine layer of rash on her hands. The dense bright red rash set off the snow-like skin, which looked very scary.

Eunuch Zhang, who was in charge of the tea, was picking his teeth on the side, and said in a neutral manner: "Girl, it's not that I didn't remind you, you are like this, let alone make tea for your majesty, even taking tea is not allowed, who knows you What kind of symptoms have you got? With a hand like yours, going to make tea for Long Live, isn’t it courting death?”

Su Ling was so anxious that tears came down, "Your Majesty is still waiting for me to make tea, what should I do?"

Qin Changge stepped forward, took a closer look at Suling's hand, and said, "My sister may have caught the wind, or maybe she didn't pay attention to her diet. It's not a serious matter, but it's true that she can't serve tea."

Su Ling raised her head with a sad face, looked at Qin Changge, suddenly her eyes lit up, she grabbed her and said, "Mingshuang, you go, I remember that you are also good at making tea, you brew it here and send it up, the empress will definitely not It's your fault!"

Qin Changge was stunned this time. She planned to cheat Suling, and then recommended herself. She didn't want Suling to mention the original owner of this body who could make tea. This is a bit troublesome...

Turning his eyes, Qin Changge smiled and said, "My sister is in trouble, how can my sister not help, but even though I know how to order the tea ceremony, the empress and Wansui are used to drinking your tea, so I'm afraid it's not good to change the taste rashly. I'll go get the tea, brew it under the guidance of my sister and send it up."

Su Ling thought about it, so she taught Qin Changge the steps of making tea. She tilted it a little, and the white jade embossed lotus and crab picture tea cup had steam rising, and the tea in the cup was clear and green, and the fragrance was overflowing. When you get close, you will feel refreshed.

Qin Changge praised: "Sister is good at craftsmanship." Picking up a tray with the same texture and pattern, he went all the way.

Suling was left standing there, looking at the rash on the back of her hand anxiously.

He murmured: "This girl, you won't cause me trouble..."

When Jin Yun, who was at the entrance of the hall, saw that it was Qin Changge who came to serve tea, his face immediately changed.

She moved her lips, but she didn't dare to say anything after all.

Qin Changge smiled at her, and said, "Sister Suling is inappropriate, I'll take her place, aunt, don't worry."

Jin Yun sighed slightly, and said: "You child..." Gently pushed open the palace door.

The light in the hall was dim, the door was slightly opened, the faint sunlight poured in, and human voices came out in a low voice.

"The princess insists on becoming a monk...why... Shanglin Nunnery is so miserable..."

Xiao Jue's voice sounded a little tired.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, the princess has always had the root of wisdom, and now she understands the world's situation. She takes refuge in my Buddha and practiced with her hair. Praying for my Xiao dynasty is the blessing of my dynasty..."

Concubine Rou's voice is soft and timid, it's hard to imagine what will happen when her willow eyebrows stand on end when she kills a court lady with a stick.

Rao was so tactful, Xiao Jue was still angry.

"What do you know! You people have been looking forward to her leaving the palace for a long time, right? Hmph, her heart can be punished!"

The sound of overturning the tables.

The delicate sound of the dress brushing against the ground seemed to be like Concubine Rou not daring to make a sound, bowing down to plead guilty.

All the palace servants in the first hall knelt down on the ground with white faces and blue lips.

In the gloomy and oppressive atmosphere, the palace door was suddenly gently pushed open.

The sun is like a snow brocade, spreading gorgeously on the brick floor inlaid with gold buttons and clouds.

Qin Changge walked steadily and gently.

Holding the fragrant tea, with a calm expression on her face, she slowly approached her partner and husband from the previous life.

A ray of light shone on Xiao Jue's thick eyelashes, and he turned his head as if sensing something, and this was what he saw.

In the pale sunlight, the fine dust in the light undulates like mist, and it also looks like transparent gauze. The gauze covers the woman's slender figure, her face is calm, her hair is loosely tied in a bun, like pear makeup, and her sleeves flutter, revealing the appearance of Luoshen. .

When she approached, she seemed to be an extremely noble empress, Diji, stepping gracefully towards the throne of nine phoenixes and nine dragons.

Xiao Jue felt that he had faintly heard the gentle and delicate voice of the woman when her light-colored skirt slipped across the vermilion threshold.

His mind was suddenly in a trance.

Thinking of the lonely long street many years ago, at that moment when I suddenly looked back, a woman who was Bi Xuejie and more beautiful than Yurun, but whose long hair was as dark as the night, walked forward with a lazy smile.

The red lips bloomed like a flower for the first time, and the flower bloomed in his bloody life, and never really withered for a moment.

Now that flower, where does the white jade step bloom, and where is the purple gold tower?

Yesterday was chaotic and the mountains were dark, and today the clothes are covered with clouds, and now the clouds are already drifting around, and he doesn't know where to go. On his brocade clothes, there is a faint fragrance, but it is no longer the old man's hand.

He was left alone in emptiness, and he remembered nothing in his life.

Now, even the eldest sister who supported and loved each other since childhood has to leave her.

The high place is extremely cold, and the loneliness is deep in the palace.

The crisp sound of the teacup being dropped made him startled, and his eyes immediately cleared up.

Bowing his head silently, he looked at the woman who was gently serving the tea. Looking closely, she was not very beautiful. Apart from her extraordinary grace, her complexion was far from her back then. She didn't know what happened to her just now. The figure reminds me of her.

This is something that hasn't happened in three years.

Qin Changge served the teacup steadily, his eyes flicked over his black-bottomed casual robe embroidered with golden dragons, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

Obviously they have different faces, why did Xiao Jue look slightly confused when he looked at him?

Three years have passed between Xiao Jue and Xiao Jue, but in my memory, it has been 23 years since I saw him.

The memory of those long days is vivid, and his face reflected by each other has not changed, he is still handsome and upright, with a sharp expression, and he is as strong as a sword at any time, but after so many years, the sword's edge is even stronger, and the light is like snow. The uncontrollable murderous aura overflowed slightly.

His glance seemed to cut through the air, and a small and sharp sound could be heard, like a sharp blade of thin ice swishing cold.

Heh, the passage of time has not allowed him to hide deeply, but he has become sharper instead.

Eyelashes lowered, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Xiao Jue... Is your heart still red?Is your blood still hot?
Does the huge black shadow behind the person who killed the killer belong to you?
Qin Changge bowed deeply.

Pour tea.

Xiao Jue glanced at him, and suddenly frowned.

He scolded: "What is in your arms!"

With five fingers, he brushed across Qin Changge's chest. Qin Changge let go and fell down with an ah. His coat was pulled slightly, and something fell off with a slap.

Concubine Rou has already screamed, "You you you you...what are you hiding!"

Jumping up with rare agility, he ordered angrily: "Come on, come on, drag this startled slut out for me——"

The door was knocked open with a bang, and a blue shadow was involved, moving silently and swiftly like lightning, and in a flash, it came to Qin Changge's side, and when he stretched out his hand, it grabbed her throat.

Behind him, at the wide-open door, a large number of the emperor's personal guards poured in. Among the swaying figures of the guards, Jin Yun's face, which was as pale as death, was faintly revealed.

Qin Changge squinted his eyes, looked down, and looked at the surprisingly stable hand that stuck his throat... Well, he is not very old, his mouth is full of calluses, practicing swords... no, there is also external palm strength... internal strength is also That's not bad... Talented people have emerged from generation to generation in the Jianghu. In just a few years, there are such young heroes.

There was panic and trembling on his face, he looked at Xiao Jue with trembling teeth, and hissed: "Your Majesty..."

Xiao Jue didn't look at her, but cast his eyes on the ground.

A volume of yellowed scriptures fell into the splashed tea, the ink has been stained by the water, but the old cover can still be seen.

"Avatamsaka Sutra".

At this time Concubine Rou also saw the scriptures, a trace of astonishment flashed in her eyes, she shouted coquettishly: "You lowly servant girl, your hands and feet are so inappropriate, drag it down!"

She ordered sharply, but the person holding Qin Changge's breath ignored him and only looked at Xiao Jue.

Xiao Jue stared at the scriptures, as if thinking of something, raised his eyes and asked Qin Changge: "How can there be scriptures on you?"

The throat was loosened slightly so that Qin Changge could answer the emperor's inquiries.

Qin Changge prostrated himself on the ground respectfully, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty... the slaves are sickly young. In order to accumulate blessings and prolong the life of the slaves, my father has been a nominal disciple in Buddhism since he was a child. He can be regarded as a layman. The scriptures, the slaves always recite them with them. Yes, I have committed a crime of colliding with the holy driver today, I beg your Majesty to spare the life of this servant because of the unintentional mistake of this servant."

Xiao Jue remained silent, staring deeply at Qin Changge, as if to see the truth in her words, Qin Changge cursed inwardly, this kid hasn't seen him for a few years, he is getting more and more unpredictable...but his body is even lower .

Xiao Jue looked at the woman prostrated at her feet, her neck was as white as snow, her shoulders were covered with clouds, she was as delicate and elegant as a summer flower in the autumn wind, she felt a slight movement in her heart, and she waved her hand with a rare feeling of pity: "Get up." .”

(End of this chapter)