The lunch was used by Liu Ziyue and Liu Ji. The wise king did not return from the Tingxue Mountain until the sun sets in the west. When he came back, he happened to meet Liu Ziyue who had just returned from the door. The two of them returned to the yard together. Qingzhu, who was doing needlework and Qingsi, who was reading the poison scripture, saw him. They both held one hand and supported their heads on the round table, and stood up and retreated.

"Are you back?" Liu Ziyue handed the wrung out handkerchief to the wise king.

The wise king leaned on the chair with a slightly tired expression. He responded lightly, took the veil, covered his face, and then carefully looked at Liu Ziyue's outfit, wearing a light gray style, a slightly wide, half-old light gray brocade cotton dress, with a simple bun, and a gray strip of cloth wrapped in a standard farmer's dress. The dress of a standard farmer's woman was a little rustic, but her big and lively eyes were like the bright moon in the autumn, and the clear and cool spring water in the mountain stream, which still made people notice when they saw her for the first time.

The wise king narrowed his eyes slightly, lit the tea table and looked at Liu Ziyue, and suddenly laughed softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Liu Ziyue snatched the handkerchief and hung it on the basin rack. She turned her head and was puzzled.

"The princess's outfit reminded me of some old things." The wise king said.

"What's the matter?" Liu Ziyue looked down at her clothes and said in confusion.

The wise king said: "What was the way I looked when I first met the princess."

Liu Ziyue was slightly stunned and glanced at him: "I was probably ugly at that time, right?" Under the harsh treatment of her good stepmother Huang Baoxian, her dress was worse than that of ordinary people.

"It's not ugly." The wise king poured himself a glass of water. At that time, her big and lively eyes were filled with coldness, stubbornness, defense and shrewdness, which made him remember this special woman at first sight after waking up.

Liu Ziyue pursed her lips, glared at her master, and said, "This bad guy didn't give her any good impression."

Liu Ziyue held a few clothes and left a sentence: "I was very bad at that time." Then she went into the ear room of the compartment and washed up. Through the curtains of the royal blue silver frost, she heard the refreshing and joyful laughter of a certain master.

The two of them used dinner together. After the meal, the wise king accompanied Liu Ziyue to enjoy the cool air under the grape rack. Long Yi hurried over and saw Liu Ziyue, he stood aside and bowed his head and said silently.

The wise king signaled Long Yi to retreat, and he found the matter and went to the study to find Long Yi to discuss matters.

"How?" The wise king stood in the middle of the study with his hands behind his back.

Long Yi frowned and said, "It has been proved that it is not simply a disagreement with the environment, it is poisoning. Some of them have fever, and the number of people is still increasing."

The wise king looked cold: "How did he do it, who was it?"

Long Yi said: "The well water in the inn asked people to poison it. The one who started the battle was a mute woman in the inn. She was illiterate and could not find anything."

The wise king sneered: "There are only those people behind the scenes. Long San and Long Si are not good at doing things, and they will return to the thirty military sticks and urgently train for a month."

The wise king waved his hand and ordered Long Yi to retreat. He stood alone in the room, facing the swing swaying in the wind outside the window, and thought about it. Liu Ziyue, holding a glass of ginger milk, lifted the curtain and walked in: "It's better to let me try it."

When Liu Ziyue saw the wise king looking at him in surprise, smiled slightly, and stood in front of him. The man silently carried too much for her back. She raised her hand and gently smoothed his frowning brows, and pecked on his slightly cold thin lips. As expected, his cheeks and ears turned red at the naked eye. Liu Ziyue laughed in a low voice. This domineering and black-bellied old fox was really innocent and cute.

Liu Ziyue: "The wise masters are all sick. I know in my heart that hundreds of wise masters calculate quickly, neatly and closely linked, and accurately cooperate is extremely difficult. I am the most suitable person. Tomorrow is the fifteenth time, and the poisonous array is the weakest."

The master thoughtfully said, "Maybe I can try it and delay it for a while."

Liu Ziyue shook her head and said, "Their ability to take action means that our whereabouts have been exposed, and my old suspicion array has failed. If you wait for another month, I am afraid that the imperial master has arrived. Listen to the poisonous array in the snow-capped mountains, which is filled with poison, and it is also in the ever-changing array. There is no one to try it. The tiger has left the mountain and cannot be missed."

Liu Ziyue paused, took the master's hand and put it in her belly: "It's been five and a half months, and I know that I will go up the mountain until the next fifteenth."

Liu Ziyue lowered her head and looked at the big hand that was placed in her belly. It was slender and clean, with thick calluses at the tiger's mouth. Five and a half months after she spoke it, she obviously froze. He heard his deep sigh, and then she fell into a wide and warm arms. He stubbornly sprinkled the ginger milk in her hand on the ground. He hugged her, walked back to the bedroom, and gently placed her on the soft big bed. Her hot face was buried in his arms, and her ears were screams of men, women, and the sound of retreating people.

He stubbornly explained the tactics of war for the child in his belly. He said that he wanted to play the role of a strict father and let her play the role of a loving mother. He kissed her forehead, as if he had spent a lot of effort to make up his mind to let her go up the mountain and go to the formation with him. He said that Zi'er was born in the same bed and died in the same coffin; he said that Zi'er, he made tea in the next life and asked her to follow the fragrance of tea; he said...

He said a lot, but Liu Ziyue didn't listen too carefully to the words behind him. She stared blankly at everything, was used to being calm, calm, leisurely and elegant, plotting every step, and everything was in control, just like a god in the nine heavens, because she and the children in her belly were stained with the world. She could feel his anxiety, his uneasiness, and even his unconfidence.

She hugged his neck and looked at him very seriously. She told him that she was happy with him. If you don’t leave her, she would be with you. They kissed each other and fell into another world together. Under his guidance, her slender jade feet seemed to step across the soft grass, caress the brilliance of flowers, and flew into the neon sky. I only wish that the years were peaceful and peaceful and worry-free.

The morning was fresh and tide, and the cool breeze with the fragrance of soil after the rain blew slowly through the trembling curtains of the carriage and the curtains of the carriage. Lying on the small couch, Liu Ziyue, who was sleeping soundly, was gradually awakened by the cool breeze that hit her face. She half-squinted her eyes, avoiding the dazzling white light that crawled into her eyes by the trembling curtains of the carriage. She turned her head and habitually searched for the figure that could fill her lonely and empty heart. She looked at him, and he also moved his eyes from the book.

"Awaken?" said a master.

He stepped forward and helped her up, washed and changed her clothes. She was wearing a simple bun, an ebony hairpin, and a black narrow-sleeved dress that green bamboo made her overnight. This was the easiest time of all the buns he had combed for her.

"Unsight." Someone was picky about Liu Ziyue's clean outfit and frowned and said disgusted.

Liu Ziyue:...

Liu Ziyue didn't know that at this time, a man who got off the carriage and got her meals, made a decision to prepare the red makeup for her.

"Tell the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau that the account can be destroyed and the clothes must be prepared for me." The wise king glanced at Long Yi, who was slightly stunned. Without the account, he could still pull that person down. For him, it was just a matter of more effort to lay out the plan. The wise king carried the food box, looked up at the rising red sun on the mountain, temporarily put down his promise, and made a selfish plan for her.

Tingxue Mountain is named because it is located very north and has a high peak. The snow at the top of the mountain does not melt all year round. Hundreds of times this place was the gate of the Feixue Sword Sect, a sect that was once a prosperous Jiangxi Province. Therefore, from the foot of Tingxue Mountain to the Ice Palace on the top of the mountain, there are carriage lanes around the mountains, which are enough for ordinary carriages to drive in one direction.

Liu Ziyue and her party changed into a smaller carriage on the Tingxue Mountain. The man put a thick anti-vibration cushion on her seat in the carriage. At first, Liu Ziyue, who was afraid of heat, was yelling to ask her to fan her. As the carriage moved forward, the temperature around her became lower and lower. The carriage was moving forward slowly, as if they were walking quickly from summer to winter. He changed into a thick winter suit and wrapped it in a warm solid color snow fox fur cloak.

Liu Ziyue lifted the curtain and looked out. The mountain road with iron locks as railings, and thick white mist lingers around them. Looking down from the mountain road, the mountains, trees, and the shadows of the mountain from deep green are gradually shallow. The shadows of the trees are covered with vast white. Their carriages seem to be driving in the clouds, empty, and glanced at them with a sense of inactivity.

Liu Ziyue was afraid of being taller. The more she looked down, the more she felt dizzy, palpitations, and her legs were weak. A man felt her discomfort, covered the curtain of the car, held her in his arms, and patted her back with comfort: "Don't look when you are afraid. After a while, when you reach the top of the mountain, your vision will be better."

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The last story of the second volume, the third volume is about to begin!

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