Charm of a Thousand Moons

After leaving Manluo Pavilion, Qian Yueche did not rush back to the Golden Dragon Palace, but went for a stroll. The place where the stroll was naturally the Jingyang Palace where the woman was.

"Master, do you want to go in?" Mandala looked at Qian Yueche who was lingering around and asked.

"If you don't go in, you won't know what's going on inside." Qian Yueche nodded, "You want to go in, right?" Yes, I'm starting to feel a little emotional.

"I can't hide it from the master." Mandala said frankly, he really wanted to see what that concubine Ya wanted to do.

"Let's go." The two easily jumped into the Jingyang Palace's wall. In the palace, except for the emperor's shadow guards, the average expert is not an expert, and those so-called experts, if Qian Yueche is not willing, the average It is also difficult for masters to detect his inner breath.

Jingyang Palace was brightly lit like other palaces, but after the daytime, it was extraordinarily quiet inside. I'm afraid that every eunuch and the rest of the palace ladies were worried that the emperor would attack them sometime.

Worry about your future.

Qian Yueche smiled, he likes the tranquility from the storm, and also likes to see everyone at a loss, boring things, everyone's every expression is an interesting decoration.

It was very easy to find the place where Ya Fei was. Qian Yueche was not tall enough, so he couldn't see the scene inside the window at all. Regarding this point, he was always annoyed, so Mandala hugged Qian Yueche.

The windows of every palace in the Manluo Palace are made of silk material, not the paper that Qian Yueche thought in the past. Of course, these silk materials are different from the quality of the clothes that people wear.

Qian Yueche took out the small scissors. The small scissors were used for his experiments, and they were naturally extremely sharp. He used the scissors to cut a hole. Through this small hole, Qian Yueche saw what was going on inside, and he clenched his fist violently. Qian Yueche was very angry.

The few broken cherry blossoms were put in the bottle, and that woman actually took the scissors and cut the petals of the cherry blossoms in half.

Qian Yueche asked Mandala to put herself down, came to Yafei's door, raised her foot and kicked the door open with a "bang".

Ya Fei's hand paused: "Who?"

Qian Yueche didn't make a sound, walked in without authorization, bypassed the screen and met Ya Fei's eyes.

"You..." Yafei accidentally cut her hand with the scissors, "You... how did you get in? Come... come..." No matter what she called, everyone outside Doesn't seem to reflect.

"Hmph." Qian Yueche snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, the door slammed shut.

"You...what do you want to do?" Ya Fei looked at the door, and then returned her eyes to Qian Yueche. At this moment, if she really felt the breath of fear and death, the shadow of the day is still there, and the child at night is the one. It's really scary, especially the way Qian Yueche is looking at Sakura at this moment.

"What do you want to do?" Seeing that Qian Yueche didn't answer, but pushed forward step by step, Ya Fei took a few steps back, "Don't come here, come here... come here..."

"Is this flower beautiful?" Qian Yueche knelt down and picked up the petals that Ya Fei had just cut off one by one, "Isn't it beautiful? People say that people are more beautiful than flowers. Indeed, your face is more beautiful than flowers." The petals are even more beautiful, mandala, right?"

"Back to the master, yes."

"You...don't come here again." Ya Fei waved her hands, but Qian Yue Che still moved forward.

"The only flaw of this flower is that the color is not bright enough, mandala, what do you think should I do?" Qian Yueche finally stopped walking, and looked at Yafei with a playful expression.

Yafei panted heavily: "You're a lunatic...you're a lunatic..." As she said that, she fled towards the door, but before reaching the door, she was blocked by the mandala.

"Master, there is one color, which is better than all the colors in the world." The mandala occasionally has a bit of mischievous genes.

"Let's hear it." Qian Yueche sat down on a chair at one side, touched the branch with a few petals left, and waves of displeasure kept coming out of his chest, making him He wished he could chop off the woman's hands.

Even he is not willing to cut off these petals, even he is not willing to break these branches, how dare this woman...

This is what he gave to his father, no one can...

"Yes, my subordinates think that the most dazzling color in this world is blood." Mandala said cruel and merciless words expressionlessly.

"Crazy...you are all lunatics...." Ya Fei struggled left and right, but she couldn't get out no matter what.

"This hall asks you once, you'd better think clearly before answering, did you break these flowers yourself? Which hand did you use?" Qian Yueche said and came to Ya Fei, the surrounding air, following his The voice seemed to become a little cold.

"Hmph." Ya Fei glanced at Qian Yue Che's gaze and ignored her.

Qian Yueche shook his head: "I thought you were a smart woman, Mandala, and pressed her to the ground. This hall wants to see if the cherry blossoms will be more dazzling after sucking blood."

"Yes." Mandala's foot kicked Ya Fei's calf, and Ya Fei fell to the ground with difficulty.

"You dare...you dare to be presumptuous, I am His Majesty's personal concubine, and my father is the lord of the city...you...ah..." Yafei screamed.

I saw the branch inserted into Ya Fei's palm.

"Bang"... the door was kicked open again.

"Wait outside." The voice of Qianyue God came from the door, all the guards were blocked outside, and the door was closed again, Qian Yueshen came in and saw this situation, his little guy...

Qian Yueche raised her head, her originally angry face was aggrieved for a moment, but then she looked at Qian Yueshen stubbornly, her clear eyes almost turned red, and Qian Yueshen's heart ached when she saw it.

Go up and hug Qian Yueche: "What should I do if my hands are dirty?" Wiping off the broken branches in Qian Yueche's palm with his sleeve, "Why doesn't such a small hand hurt?" The soft voice sounded elegant. The concubine was very angry.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty save me... Your Majesty..." Ya Fei wanted to climb over, but the strength of the mandala was strong enough.

Nuojie walked to the door secretly, let a group of guards leave, and did not allow anyone to come in, and then carefully wiped off his cold sweat, Your Highness is so cruel, how painful it must be to insert a branch into your palm.

"Why didn't you talk?" Qian Yueshen raised her small face that was always facing the ground, "Do you know that I was wrong? Huh?"

Qian Yueche was startled, is Father blaming him? "That's right, I'm right." Looking at Qian Yueshen's eyes so firmly, those watery eyes seemed to contain tears that were about to flow.

"No, Che'er was wrong." Qian Yueshen said firmly.

"That's right, I'm right, Qianyue God, let me go, I'm going to cripple her hand, I must cripple her today." Struggling awkwardly in Qian Yueshen's arms, the royal father actually felt that he was wrong. Yes, I actually think he was wrong.

He was out of breath.

The small body jumped out of Qianyue God's arms, picked up another branch, gave Qianyue God a hard look, and then inserted Ya Fei's other hand again, but at this time Ya Fei was already dumbfounded, Just now this child, this child actually called His Majesty by his first name.

And His Majesty is still so pampering...so pampering...

But, "Ah..." After regaining her senses, Ya Fei shouted earth-shatteringly, but... the familiar pain didn't come, and the emperor wrapped his big palm around the branch in Qian Yueche's hand.

"Father..." Qian Yueche trembled, quickly threw away the branch, and spread Qianyue God's palm. There were bloodshots inside and the skin was worn out.

Father...Qian Yueche was puzzled, why for this woman...why...

His eyes were so sad, Qian Yueche raised his hand and wiped it casually, but he was still very sad, no, why is his heart so dull, why...

Qianyue God signaled Nuojie and Mandala to pull the frightened Yafei down, then hugged Qianyueche with the other hand, Qianyueche didn't move, let him hold him obediently, but looked at Qianyue with confused eyes god.

"Why are you crying?" Warm lips kissed away Qian Yueche's tears.

cry?Did he cry?Qian Yueche shook her head, no, no, he won't cry, how could he cry.

"Che'er is complaining about the emperor's blocking this for Yafei?" Qian Yueshen asked, Qian Yue Che turned her head away, not wanting to answer.

"Silly boy, how could it be for her? Aren't you usually very smart? I only care about you, only you little guy, look..." Qian Yueche took Qian Yueche's hand, "Qianqian is so clean! Are your hands bad? Why are you getting so dirty?"

Father emperor?

Qian Yueche raised her head, Father?

"Isn't it? How can my Che'er's hands be stained with blood? Even if it's for me, this is not acceptable." The smiling voice was tender, but extremely firm.

father...

Qian Yueche stopped talking, and put her head close to Qian Yueshen's neck.