The power of color and fragrance

Holding the paper bag given by Long Cangxun, Yuan Ziqing hurried back to his tent.

When she approached the tent, she found that the phantom was already standing outside, looking at her meaningfully.

She knew that Long Jing should return to camp.

When she walked past Huan Ling, she felt that searching gaze seemed to see through her.

Huan Ling was sent by Concubine Li, so it is reasonable to be suspicious of her.

She opened the tent and saw Long Jing talking with someone inside, she was a little dazed.

The man was standing with his back to her, and he couldn't see his appearance, but he just heard the man's voice, which seemed a little familiar.

Long Jing was actually discussing something with someone, and Huan Ling let her in just like that, did he want Long Jing to be displeased with her?

The lips covered by the veil curled into an arc.

Strolling in, he bowed to Long Jing Yingying, slightly bewildered in his eyes, and happened to be caught by Long Jing.

Seeing the look in her eyes, Long Jing's originally frowning brows relaxed.

Said to the man in front of him.

"Mr. Tai, see you at the banquet tonight. It is an honor to talk with Mr. Tai today. This hall is very pleasant."

The man's laughter came, with a hint of unrestrained and unrestrained.

"Where does the prince speak, it is a great honor for Tai to talk face to face with the prince like a close friend."

The two of them were talking high-sounding words, and for a moment they forgot Yuan Ziqing standing behind them.

Tai Qiyu turned around following Long Jing's gaze, and happened to see the strange color flashing in the woman's eyes.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Since the crown prince is busy with his affairs, it is inconvenient for Mr. Tai to bother you. See you at the banquet tonight."

Without losing the romantic charm in the words, he stretched out the folding fan in his hand, walked leisurely, laughed and left.

Long Jing just pursed his lips and didn't say a word.

It's just that when passing Yuan Ziqing, Tai Qiyu glanced at her unintentionally.The eyes of the two met.

Yuan Ziqing immediately looked away, looked at Long Jing, and moved away lightly with lotus steps.

She knew that Tai Qiyu recognized herself.He didn't say much, and he didn't mention the previous things, but today, he actually met with Long Jing. It seems that the Nine Kings have already started to act.

A complicated look flashed in Tai Qiyu's eyes, and he turned around and walked out.

"Qing Huan, where did you go before?"

The moment the tent was closed, this sentence suddenly came into Tai Qiyu's ears.

Qing Huan??

Ah, the capital is lively now, Tai Qiyu is shaking his fan, humming a little tune, let's go.

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inside the tent.

Yuan Ziqing approached Long Jing and whispered.

"I'm a little bored today, so I went out for a walk."

"Well, you will accompany the main hall to attend the banquet tonight. Also, the scar on your face has healed up, so you don't need to wear a veil. Let the maid dress up later."

Hearing this, Yuan Ziqing was obviously taken aback. Her face? Long Jing dared to let her be exposed outside at will, and it was still in front of Emperor Xi Chu.

Looking at the expressionless man in front of him, what exactly is he planning.

And what kind of existence is her existence to him? After coming to the Prince's Mansion for so long, Long Jing has never been intimate with her, and it seems that he has never forced himself to do anything, and he has never even told her to serve him in bed.

All kinds of doubts, condensed in the heart, only said one word.

"Yes."

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The night is coming, the sky will be covered, and the great rivers and mountains in the spring scenery of Xichu will be shrouded.

At this moment, the three miles around Qiu Mingshan were divided into three circles by the imperial guards.

The outermost circle is a large group of golden armored guards riding horses and whips, patrolling the high hills not far away, with a distance of three feet between each person, looking around for an area of ​​three feet, and the wind is blowing, and the birds are frightened.

No sound will escape their eyes and ears.

In the middle circle, there is no movement, but the grass is a little quiet, a hare flops past, and in the blink of an eye, it is shot by an arrow feather from nowhere on the nearby tree.

In the inner circle, there are no golden armored guards.There are no stealth guards lurking in the dark.

There were a few people standing scattered, wearing only a long silver sword.

But anyone with martial arts skills will know that although they are not many in number, they all have good martial arts skills, and they stand in front of the outer circle as a team.

Inside the circle was the camp where the Emperor Xichu and his courtiers lived. At this time, the accompanying maids everywhere lit up lamps and candles and hung them on the trees around them.Look chic.

In the center, several long logs were built, and someone was holding a large fire pillar, walking towards the man in the golden armor.

"Your Majesty, everything is ready until you light the torch."

This is a rule handed down by the founding emperor. The night before the spring hunt, the reigning emperor of Western Chu lights the torch.

Emperor Xichu was obviously in a good mood tonight, laughed a few times, and squinted at the person who passed the fire pillar in front of him.

"How about Xiahou Aiqing and I order together?"

Although it was a joke, the expressions of the people around changed. Crown Prince Longjing and Concubine Li, who were standing behind Xichu, looked at each other.

Ministers around.Although there were smiles on their faces, they knew very well in their hearts that the Emperor Xichu did not bring the noble concubine here this time, and clearly meant to let the noble concubine stay in the palace and manage the harem, but the truth is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

General Xiahou made great achievements in battle. Although there were no wars in Western Chu these years, his meritorious service was indeed placed there. The Emperor of Western Chu wanted to suppress Xiahou's family.

Just like the former Prime Minister Yuan??

"Hahaha! His Majesty has come to tease the minister again."

General Xiahou laughed it off, and bypassed Emperor Xichu's words.

Emperor Xichu frowned, and without saying a word, he threw the pillar of fire in his hand towards the pile of long logs!

The guards had already poured three jars full of spirits into the long wood pile before, but now as soon as it touched the fire, it caught fire in an instant.

Sparks flew into the sky, lighting up the entire open space.

General Xiahou lifted his robe.Kneeling on one knee, the voice resounded throughout the night sky.

"May the year of Xichu be a success! Long live your Majesty!"

Seeing that General Xiahou took the lead and knelt down, the other courtiers also bowed and shouted.

"May the year of Xichu's life be prosperous! Long live your Majesty!"

The voices of hundreds of people roared like a lion, their voices were thick and powerful!

Yuan Ziqing, who was standing behind Long Jing with his head buried in silence, raised his head slightly, looking at the bowed courtiers.

Yuan Ziqing naturally bent down with Long Jing, and she raised her head slightly.His eyes were fixed on the figure of General Xiahou.

Xiahou Dun??

And among those people, there seemed to be a familiar figure missing.

Immediately, before Emperor Xi Chu opened his mouth, she lowered the expression in her eyes.

After Emperor Xi Chu said something to start the banquet, all the courtiers withdrew to one side, and around the fire, drinks and refreshments had already been prepared.

Sit in order of position.The family members sat behind the courtiers.

Emperor Xichu was naturally accompanied by Concubine Li. In the past, concubines accompanied him every year. In addition to Concubine Li, Concubine Hua also came.

It's just that Concubine Hua is ill today and is resting in the tent, so she is not here.

Sitting on the emperor's left is naturally Long Jing, and on the right is the leader of the courtiers, General Xiahou.

Xiahou Dun glanced at a certain courtier from the same party beside his table, and the courtier accepted his gaze and nodded immediately.

He turned his head to look at Yuan Ziqing who was sitting silently beside Long Jing.

Now, no one in the capital knows that the crown prince bought a beautiful woman from the Shengxiang Building for a large price and returned home. He had never seen Long Jing bring a woman out before, and thought that the crown prince wanted a golden house to hide his beauty.

Unexpectedly, this spring hunt unexpectedly brought all those beauties along.

Yuan Ziqing was originally from everyone, so there was no shortage of rules and etiquette. Just looking at her actions, she didn't have the enchanting aura that a brothel girl should have. The courtier frowned and said.

"This is the beauty who has just entered the prince's mansion from Shengxiang Tower. The prince is really beautiful."

There is no out of tune smile in the words.

Long Jing raised his head and dismissed the person who spoke, and said coldly.

"It turned out to be Mr. Chen. It is lucky to have Mr. Chen in this hall. It is rumored that there are three wives, four concubines and eighteen wives hidden in your mansion. I wonder if this is a rumor?"

At this point, Long Jing stopped, his voice was not loud, but he happened to let the person in the high seat hear clearly.

Master Chen was speechless for a moment, he turned his head to look at General Xiahou, the fact that his family secretly recruited Mei Ji was actually a well-known secret in the court.He never thought that the prince would bring it to the stage and say that it was still in front of Emperor Xi Chu, and he was so startled that he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Xiahou Dun glanced coldly at Mr. Chen, really stupid!

Hearing their conversation, Emperor Xichu still smiled unabated, but the light in his eyes turned towards Long Jing.

My own son spent thousands of dollars to buy a brothel girl to enter the mansion. As a father and even the emperor, he naturally knew about it.

Yuan Ziqing, who was buried in silence, felt the approaching gaze, a little frightened, and moved slightly behind Long Jing. At this moment, someone sang loudly in the outfield.

"The Ninth Prince is here!"

She didn't let go of her clenched hands until that gaze moved away, and only then did she realize that the palms of her hands had been scratched with red marks by her nails.

Long Jing noticed that her body was trembling slightly just now, and turned to ask in a private voice.

"What's wrong, are you uncomfortable?"

Today's big scene must have frightened her, so she said again.

"Why don't you go out for a walk first, and come back when you feel comfortable."

Yuan Ziqing lowered his head to think, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the purple skirt passing by his desk.She nodded back.

"good."

She got up and retreated quietly, and the hearty laughter of Emperor Xichu came from behind.

"Hahaha! Ninth brother, since you are late, let's punish yourself with three cups hahaha!"

"Your brother, then respect is worse than obedience."

If other people were late, they would have to ask the reason, not to mention the punishment, but this Emperor Xi Chu treated Long Cangxun really... It was hard to explain in words, and he was superficially gracious, but that was only on the surface, just for others to see.

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Thinking about his own affairs in his heart, Yuan Ziqing arrived at the tent at the back at some point, the front was brightly lit, but there were only a few lamps hanging here alone, which seemed a little lonely.

He fumbled for the paper bag that he had put on his waist long ago. At this time, the guards in the camp were loose, and it was the easiest thing to do.

She raised her head and stared ahead, but her eyes flicked around.

Finally, I saw a tent with a banner with the words "Xiahou" hanging on it.

She restrained her mind and was about to approach quietly, but a voice came from the tent.

It was a man's voice that spoke.

"Tonight is a good time for you to kill the prince, if you still want an antidote?"

She didn't hear the next words clearly, and the voices of the people in the camp dropped instantly.

Yuan Ziqing stood outside, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he was thinking quickly.

In the middle of the night, everyone was accompanying Emperor Xichu, and the laughter of Emperor Xichu and his courtiers in front of him had not yet dissipated. At this time, there were two people in General Xiahou's camp secretly planning their murderous plan.

Kill, kill the prince??

Someone wants to assassinate the prince.

She only had this sentence in her mind at the moment, she wondered if the people inside were with Xiahoudun, she clenched her hands tightly, the purpose of coming here tonight was to poison, but who knew that she heard something she shouldn't know, her body was extremely fast Go backwards.

When I was panicking, something caught my feet, and I only heard a creak!

"Who!"

This sound was extremely piercing in the middle of the night.

A word fell, and a black figure quickly flashed out from the camp. The man was dressed in black, as if blending into the night.

What's even more amazing is that he actually wears a mask on his face, with ghostly fangs. Those who see him will only think that they must have come to Shura Hell.

The masked man's eyes fell on the dry branch beside the camp. The branch had been cut in half, and it was lying on the ground like that, while the surroundings were silent, as if the previous sound had never happened.

The curtain was pulled up by another person, that person looked extremely young, looked around, his brows were tightly furrowed.

Be humane to the mask.

"Your task is important, and I will take care of the rest."

The masked man didn't speak, but his eyes stayed on the position where Yuan Ziqing was standing just now, his eyes were very deep, but he didn't step forward after all, glanced at the young man, and left quickly.

And beside the camp behind the previous position, Yuan Ziqing was hiding there.

Her pupils widened, looking at the familiar figure who was holding her arm.

"Ji'er."

Just a slight sound, Yuan Yu frowned in the dark night, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes looked at the young man not far away.

There is only one thought in my mind, to kill.

Yuan Ziqing felt the hostility emanating from Yuan Yu's body at this time, this chilling aura, she naturally knew what he wanted to do next.

She held the boy's hands backhand, and said in a soothing tone.

"Xiao'er, be good."

The woman's voice was like the spring breeze in March, and the boy's tense body suddenly relaxed.

The young man who appeared in Xiahoudun's camp at night could not see his appearance clearly in the middle of the night, but she knew that there was another person from Xiahou's family who followed Shengjia this time, and that was Xiahoudun's second son, Xiahouyuan.

It seems that this is the person in front of him.

Xiahou Dun was really brave enough to send someone to assassinate Long Jing directly. Thinking of this, Yuan Ziqing hesitated.

She was hesitating, her life was supposed to go to the frontier with the women in the mansion... after all, she owed him a life too.

After hesitating for a moment, she said to Yuan Yu.

"Xiao'er, get rid of that person, just make him dizzy, don't hurt him."

Yuan Yu nodded, expressing his understanding.

Along the back of the tent, she left quietly.

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