Daughter of the royal palace

Chapter 409 Love Lake (1)
As night falls, the lights come on.In a quiet valley in the distance, there is a woman sitting in front of the window and meditating.This room is not particularly gorgeous, but it is extremely clean and refreshing.Hanging on the wall is a curtain embroidered with green bamboo with gold and silver threads of various colors, the embroidery is exquisite.The ebony and gilt elephant-twig bed is covered with a rich silk drapery, surrounded by short purple curtains.In the middle is a table with roses carved with huanghuali openwork and cloud patterns, and the surrounding chairs also have colorful covers, one of which is very tall, with a carved ivory footstool in front of it.There were at least four silver lampstands, with tall candles burning, lighting up the whole room.

On the east side stands a screen with four nanmu primrose-coloured carved silk glass. Behind the screen is an ebony wardrobe, and on the top there is a furnace-jun blue gold blue octagonal string vase.

There is a dressing table in front of the window, on which are various dressing utensils and some hairpin accessories.

The watery moonlight sprinkled through the mottled branches, adding a bit of charm to her pale and beautiful face.

squeak—

The door was opened, and Murong Yuran walked in with a blue and white porcelain bowl.

"Yan girl, the medicine is ready, drink it while it's hot."

The queen looked back, seeing the steaming medicinal juice he put on the table, the phoenix eyes were stained with water mist.

"If he was here, he would definitely feed me the medicine himself." She couldn't help softening her eyes, and there was a faint but happy smile on the corner of her mouth.Immediately after thinking of something, his eyes dimmed again.

"Xuan'er was seriously injured that day, and Han'er was captured by Chen'er again, will he..."

Murong Yuran sighed and walked over gently.

"Don't think about it too much. I went to see him today. He was really agitated when he woke up that day, but he is much better now, and his injuries are recovering soon. What you are most worried about now should be yourself. "His eyes were stained with worry, "The art of defying the sky has made your body lacking, and you have repeatedly fought against the masters. That kid Li'er loves you so much, how can he indulge you so willful?" There is blame, but the eyes are helpless and worried.

The queen smiled faintly, "I am stubborn, the more he won't let me do something, the more I will do it."

Murong Yuran shook his head, "By the way, Prince Jing has been fighting with Dana'er. Samoren has been fighting for more than half a month, and both sides have suffered injuries. The group of mysterious troops has been helping Danaer in secret. If the situation continues like this, I'm afraid the war will last for another month or two before it can be stopped." His brows were stained with worry. When the emperor fights, the people will always suffer.

The queen lowered her eyes and meditated quietly, unable to see what she was thinking.After a while, she said calmly, "Where's Han'er?"

Murong Yuran opened his mouth, seemingly hesitant.The queen smiled lightly and said, "Han'er's blood is the key to unlocking the blood phoenix. Even if my master doesn't say anything, I can guess two points."

Murong Yuran sighed and said: "As you imagined, Ouyang Chen will get married in three months."

The queen was not surprised at all. Looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, she murmured to herself: "Sure enough... this relationship has been entangled for hundreds of years, and there will eventually be a result in this generation." She suddenly and again He laughed, "Forget it, since the destiny cannot be violated, then let nature take its course."

Murong Yuran said with a warm smile: "Didn't you always disbelieve in the theory of destiny? Why can't you be exempt now?"

The queen smiled, but there was self-mockery in her eyes.

"I want to fight against the fate, but Xuan'er is my son, he is the meat that fell from my body, I can't take risks..."

The candles in the room flickered, and the purple curtain cast a shadow obliquely, drawing a confused and painful arc at the corner of her mouth.

Murong Yuran sighed again, and picked up the blue and white porcelain medicine bowl on the table, the purple-black medicine juice had gradually cooled down.

"Drink it quickly, the purple spirit flower needs to be warm to be effective, and it loses its efficacy when it cools down."

The queen looked at the medicine bowl he handed over. The medicine juice was as black as thick ink mixed with a touch of purple. It swayed slightly under the light, giving off a beautiful purple-black halo.

"This purple spirit flower is too suitable for planting. Uncle must have put a lot of thought into it."

Murong Yuran's face was gloomy, and there was a trace of pity and guilt in his eyes.

"If it can cure your illness, no matter how rare it is, my uncle will try it." It's a pity that although this purple spirit flower is a miracle medicine, it can't cure her illness.

The queen smiled lightly, took the medicine bowl, and drank the medicine in one go.Wiping the stains from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, he smiled calmly.

"Life and death are up to one's fate, the uncle need not be emotional. Cough cough cough..." She coughed again as she spoke.

"Yan girl." Murong Yuran hurried up to send her true energy.

The queen smiled lightly and shook her head, "Uncle, don't bother. Now that I am a rotten tree, don't waste your cultivation."

"Calm down, don't talk nonsense." Murong Yuran reprimanded lightly, "If I can't hand you over to Li'er intact, wouldn't I have betrayed his trust?"

The queen was a little dazed, and after a long time, Murong Yuran withdrew her hand.

"Is it any better?"

The queen said softly: "It's much better, thank you uncle."

Looking at her weak and pale face, Murong Yuran couldn't bear it.

"Yan girl..."

The queen smiled lightly, but her eyes sighed and drifted away.

"It's thanks to Chen'er for notifying my uncle this time, if not, I must be in the land of tigers and wolves now."

Murong Yuran was silent for a while, "Actually, Hen'er...he was not like this before..."

The queen turned her face away, her eyes were a little cold.

"Don't mention him to me."

Murong Yuran sighed, his eyes paused for a moment on the imprint of a peach blossom between the queen's eyebrows, and he muttered to himself.

"My injustice..." Ling Xihan was invited to enjoy the night view of Wuyou City with Zhao Xinyue after dinner.

If the Wuyou City during the day is a fairyland shrouded in fairy mist, then the Wuyou City at night is undoubtedly the most noisy and psychedelic city in the world.The moonlight hangs high in the sky, softly sprinkled on the top of Wuyou City, and the neon lights all over the city seem to be stained with the brilliance of the moonlight, making them more hazy and soft.Compared with any prefecture, county or town in Daqing Country, Wuyou City has certain differences and unique features.

The streets of Wuyou City are not row-style businesses or residents, but every other courtyard is separated by a street, just like Beijing's courtyard houses, where a group of people live in a single courtyard.However, the population of each individual courtyard is not large, and the layout of the house is a bit like a modern townhouse.The buildings in Wuyou City are magnificent and magnificent, full of the atmosphere of European architecture.

Gorgeous decoration, strong color, exquisite shape.It is vividly reflected in the city of worry-free.

Most buildings consist of stone skeleton coupons and flying buttresses.Towering minarets, pointed arches, large windows and large stained glass with stories from the Bible.Coupled with cross arches, flying coupons, and slender columns, it creates a light and slender feeling of flying.And a new frame structure to increase the strength to support the top, so that the whole building has a straight-up line, a majestic appearance and an empty space inside the church, combined with long windows with stained glass, creating a strong religious atmosphere.

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