Charm of a Thousand Moons

In the afternoon, Qianyue Che would go to the imperial study to deal with affairs. Qianyue Che had nothing to do and sat in the courtyard of the Golden Dragon Palace to enjoy the wind, only hearing the sound of "bouncing".

There is only one person in the entire palace who can make such heavy footsteps, and that is Nuo Jie, who Qian Yueche considers to be the second most popular person in the palace.

"Your Highness, what you want." In Nuojie's heart, it is more honorable to be ordered by Qian Yueche than to be ordered by His Majesty. A few days ago, His Highness gave him some sketches and asked him to find the best Professional foundries cast these hair-thin needles and paper-thin knives.

Qian Yueche took the knife and needle wrapped in cowhide from Nuo Jie's hand, tied the belt, opened the cowhide, and took out one of the small knives inside.

"Oh, my little Highness, you must be careful." Nuojie immediately watched Qian Yueche's every move nervously, this was no joke.

If his little highness was accidentally injured, his life would be lost.

The small knife shone brightly in the sunlight in Qian Yueche's hand. Qian Yueche stretched out his index finger and touched the edge of the knife. The workmanship was smooth without a single gap. not on.

He never knew how dangerous his actions were in Nuo Jie's eyes, and Nuo Jie had already begun to break out in a cold sweat.

No longer playing with Nuojie's heart maliciously, Qian Yueche put the knife into the cowhide pouch, turned around and handed it to Mandala: "Mandala, as long as you stay with the main hall for a day, keep this thing with you for a day."

"Yes." Mandala took the cowhide clip and put it in his arms.

"Your Highness, what is this thing called?" Nuo Jie asked curiously, feeling the joy of Qian Yueche.

Qian Yueche looked at Nuojie for a while, and then said with a joke: "You don't mind letting me cut your stomach, so I will tell you."

Open... Are you kidding me?

Nuojie shut his mouth wisely. The little Highness looks harmless, but he can be more ruthless than anyone else. Those smiling eyes can kill people invisible.

Stretching and taking off the blanket wrapped around her body, Qian Yueche suddenly remembered last night, what happened yesterday was really outrageous, first Zhaoyi died, then she was almost bitten by a poisonous snake, and then she was with her father... …

Thinking back, his little face was still hot red. He once rejected a girl playfully, saying that he liked a man, but he never thought that one day he would really like a man.

And this man is his father in honor, but if he likes it, he likes it.

Thinking of the poisonous snake, Qian Yueche's eyes flashed coldly, and an evil smile appeared on his mouth. Seeing that, Nuojie was startled, and had to admit that the smile on His Majesty's face was the same as that of His Majesty when he was angry. fear.

"Go for a stroll outside." Qian Yueche said as she walked outside the Golden Dragon Hall.

In fact, the palace is no different from the outside, maybe Qian Yueche is used to seeing the luxury of that home in his previous life, so he doesn't have much feeling for the so-called small bridges and running water.

Qian Yueche came to the Imperial Garden. At this time, the Imperial Garden was no longer as lively as it was yesterday. The Imperial Palace is indeed a deserted place, and the excitement comes and goes quickly.

"Mandala." Qian Yueche thought for a while and said, "Is there any animal that can smell the scent left by the path that the snake walked after a day or two?"

He is a person of the 21st century, and he only talks about evidence. Although the concubine Youji Stunfry is more likely to be the one who killed him this time, Qian Yueche does not want to draw conclusions without evidence. It's not that he is afraid of wronging the innocent, he doesn't care whether those people are innocent or not, and the life and death of others has no meaning to him.

Such is life, the strong survive.

It's that he doesn't want to let go of the person who really hurt him.

The old man said, don't let yourself be exposed to danger again before you are absolutely sure to destroy the other party.

At first he couldn't figure out why the old man fell in love with him back then, a little boy who had no rights, no status, and even no one to rely on.

The old man has many grandsons, so he has no reason to pamper him like this.

But later he understood that because the backs of the other children were too strong, if any one inherited the old man's family, the family would be in danger of being merged.

Only he can't, because he is helpless, because he has no strong background behind him, so he will only make the family stronger.

The old man said that he was such a deserted person, why did he treat that person so well?

Because the old man doesn't know, that's the elder brother who gave him the charcoal in the snow. People are like this. When you are in trouble, the kindness of a drop of water will spring up to repay you. The only relative in his only relationship.

But the father is different, he spent five years to get used to this man's taste, to get used to this man's pampering, even though the pampering had a purpose at the beginning, his heart still sank.

I fell for this fatherly love I never enjoyed.

"Yes." Mandala thought for a while, and immediately understood Qian Yueche's meaning: "It is said that there is a kind of rat called 卣癙, which is the natural enemy of snakes, and it can distinguish the race and hiding place of the opponent based on the smell of the snake.

"Oh?" It is undeniable that Mandala's words made Qian Yueche very curious: "Where is this kind of thing?"

"If the master doesn't mind, please give me a cup of tea." Mandala knelt down on one leg.

"I believe you." Qian Yueche nodded, and a gust of wind blew by, and the figure of the mandala had disappeared before his eyes.

It's just that no matter how powerful a person is, he can only be limited to the things in front of him.

So when he was bored and had nothing to do, the proud little Highness called someone to make tea here.

"I can't tell you are quite good at making tea in the altar." Qian Yueche shook her short and fat legs, rested her chin on the stone table with her small hands, and looked at her eyes with clear eyes. One after another procedure.

"Hee hee." Tan smiled unhappily: "It's all for the sake of the master."

What Tan said was true. A while ago, he saw an old chef in the dining room making tea, and Tan passed by to get some snacks for Qian Yueche. opportunity to show.

"What kind of tea is this? There is an ethereal aroma in the aroma, as if you are in Yunshan." If you are upset, drinking this tea can still calm your mind.

It's just that Qian Yueche doesn't consider herself to be an elegant person, so fruit juice and red wine are more to his liking.

"This tea is collected from deep in the mountains, collecting the first drops of rain in the morning, so the tea aroma can be displayed when the tea is brewed." Tan explained gently.

As an excellent maid, she began to learn everything she could.

Oh?

Qian Yueche rolled his round eyeballs, leaned his body weight on the chair behind him, his little black leather boots swayed with his calf, and the ruby ​​crystal on the little leather boots, under the sunlight, automatically It exerted warm light elements, and gradually merged into Qian Yueche's body.

So in the bright afternoon, Qian Yueche's mood was extraordinarily comfortable.

A pair of black tight-fitting silk trousers wrapped around his calves, a goose-yellow satin jacket that reached to his knees, a black leather rope around his waist was tied with a small bow, and the collar was very low, showing his fair little neck softly come out.

The dark red gemstone hangs loomingly on the chest, and the symbol is as beautiful as a fairy child.

The passers-by inevitably stopped, and looked curiously at the little highness who had been staying in the Golden Dragon Hall, why did he have Yaxing to come to the Imperial Garden to sit at this moment.

People generally like beautiful things, and Qian Yueche is undoubtedly the most beautiful.

"Sixth brother, are you enjoying tea?" A joking voice sounded out of the court with a gentle atmosphere. Qian Yueche turned her small head, and her ice-gold eyes glanced at Qianyue Tianqi. Qian Yueche didn't like it very much.

Qian Yuetian Qi didn't mind at all, walked up the steps and sat down beside Qian Yueche.

The smooth and delicate forehead wrinkled slightly, and then spread out again.

"See Your Highness." The maids and eunuchs on the side hurriedly saluted.

Qianyue Tianqi then waved: "Get up." But her gaze stayed on the altar where the tea was made, and the girl never looked up at him from the beginning to the end.

The corners of the mouth curled up nicely, and his eyes with deep meaning stayed on Qian Yueche.

Sixth brother, sixth brother, you are so dazzling that people can't take their eyes off. The words and actions on the father's birthday made the name of Qian Yueche, the little highness of the Manluo Empire, famous all over the world.

But who knows what kind of flavor the owner of this name contains.

Five years old.

The sixth younger brother doesn't know whether you are a genius or a supernatural power, but you are so shocking at the age of five, but do you know?You are also exposing yourself to dangerous elements.