Ballad of Tianmen

The red window was half open, and the wind from outside came in, blowing the curtains.The incense rose mistyly.After a long period of silence, when Chu Feihuan thought that Yin Wuwu would not say anything, she slowly raised her head, raised her eyelids and looked at Chu Feihuan, with a slight smile on her lips.

"Didn't Your Highness say to talk about some personal matters? How can you be accused of collaborating with the enemy?"

"Hehe." Chu Feihuan just smiled lightly when he heard the words, and gave Yin Wuyi a meaningful look.She originally carried the letter from Fu Heng with her, but now it seems that it can be returned to its original owner.The letter landed lightly on the desk, she waved her sleeves, turned around and strode away, leaving only the beginning of a sentence, which made Yin Wuxin a little stunned.

"Whether you like it or not, I will definitely bother you many times in the future."

private matter?Or is it business?Yin Wuyi didn't have much time to think, and when her eyes turned back, they landed on the folded letter. If Chu Feihuan hadn't read it, she would never believe it.Picking up a corner of the letter paper, he seemed to hesitate, but finally opened it.Fu Heng has already received the news that she is going to Chudu, which is not surprising, there are people sent by Fu Heng on Tianmen Mountain, who are called protectors.The letter contained a lot of reproach, and conveyed her thoughts.Yin Wuyi glanced at it, and that mocking smile floated on his face again.

In the Sandalwood Hall of the King of Chu, the head is carved with sandalwood in the shape of a Chi, with the Chi's head facing outward, holding a pearl in its mouth, and the bead hanging below is run through with five-color silk.On the pillars on both sides, Xiasha carved the appearance of Suan Ni, with teeth and claws, as if able to move.The glazed tiles are flowing with light, which is the same color as the sky.In the hall, the walls are all dyed with cinnabar, which is more colorful than rouge.There are crystal curtains on the hall, and the texture of the turtle's back is carved on the stone steps, which is extremely luxurious.

Every time Chu Feihuan entered this palace, his eyebrows couldn't help but twitch a few times, but King Luo of Chu loved this palace so much that he wished he could immerse himself in it all day long.When Chu Feihuan arrived, it was not only Chu Luo, but also Xiaoyao Hou Chulin.This Chu Lin was the younger brother of the late king, only a few years older than Chu Feihuan, he had no desires or desires in the clan, and devoted himself to poetry and poetry, but he could play with Chu Luo.It is precisely because of this that among the close relatives of King Chu's clan, he is the only one who is still living at ease.

"Sister, are you here too? Come and see this painting." Chu Luo looked up and saw Chu Feihuan standing at the entrance of the hall, and the maids on both sides of her were silent and kneeling on the ground.

Chu Feihuan looked around and sighed leisurely.At this time, it was already too late to lament that the men of the Chu family were not as dignified as the women.Those sinister and ambitious ones had been wiped out by the former king long ago, and the two frail scholars left behind only loved romance.When Chu Lin saw Chu Feihuan, he just nodded, and instead focused on studying the painting that Chu Luo had found.On the contrary, the young King Chu, with a 15-year-old face, still has a little childishness left, his face is full of smiles, and he wants to show his sister the treasures he has obtained, just like offering treasures.

"Your Majesty, about the Taiwei..."

Before Chu Feihuan finished speaking, Chu Lin waved her hand, interrupted her, and said with a smile: "Sister, I don't understand these political affairs alone, and the Taifu is chattering all day long, what is the way of a king? It’s really annoying, sister, don’t mention the boss is here. Wang Yingu has already sent someone to the princess’s mansion, so it’s up to sister to decide what to do.”

Chu Feihuan murmured her lips, a hint of worry floating in her heart.Such a result was within her expectations, but the king of Chu was already 15 years old, and he had to rule by himself anyway, so it was really not an option to go on like this.Even if she conquered the world, Chu Luo might not be able to defend her appearance.Assisting Chu Luo is more tiring than being the king of Chu himself.At the beginning, Chu Li did plan to push her to the throne, but it was nothing after all.Does Chu Feihuan have no ambitions?This is absolutely impossible, but her ambition is only aimed at Qin State, and only wants to expand the territory of Chu State.

"Although Shen Yun is not as powerful as the former sages, it is subtle and meticulous. What do you think, Uncle Wang?" Chu Luo spoke, but he spoke to the silent Xiaoyaohou who kept his head down and propped his chin.

"It's true that adding color and making shapes are all innovative." Chu Lin showed a gleam of joy, and made friends with many scholars in Pucheng, and in the end it was this nephew who was more understanding.

Chu Feihuan was not interested in their topic at all, and if the two of them discussed it, it would be day and night.Shaking his head, he finally turned and left the palace.It is better to expect them to be enlightened and understand political affairs that day than to go back to the mansion and read a few more papers to see the reality.

The princess mansion is not far from the imperial city, and Chu Feihuan didn't sit in a sedan chair, but walked leisurely on the road by himself.Walking through an empty narrow alley, she stopped suddenly.There was a murderous intent in the thin wind.A flying knife was as fast as lightning, heading straight towards Chu Feihuan's chest.Concentrating his true energy on his right hand, he swung his sleeve back violently, and the flying knife sank into a broken basket in the corner. Chu Feihuan continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened. The murderous aura suddenly disappeared, this time it seemed like a temptation.

Chu Feihuan was in power, and the ministers under him rose and fell, and there were many people who wanted her life. If she didn't have all the skills, how could she have the courage to walk on the street alone.Who is the assassin this time?Where did it come from?What is the purpose?She didn't even want to delve into it, this kind of thing was no longer important to her.

After returning to the mansion, she saw a little girl running up stumbling, and suddenly bumped into Chu Feihuan's arms.The girl looked up and saw Chu Feihuan's smiling eyes, her face was immediately blushed with shyness.Struggling to get out of Chu Feihuan's arms, she knelt on the ground, her heart still beating.

"The maidservant should be damned, she ran into His Highness."

"New here? What's your name?" Chu Feihuan looked at her plain face full of clouds, and a smile appeared in his eyes. He bent down and held her chin with his hand, and asked gently.

"The maidservant's name is Yunxiang." His Highness is so beautiful, so he thought in his heart.The little girl's complexion became even more rosy, and she wanted to avoid Chu Feihuan's probing eyes, but her jaw was controlled by her, and she couldn't break free.

"Okay, Yunxiang, I'll remember, you get up, and tell me why you're in such a hurry." Chu Feihuan let go of her hands, rolled up her sleeves, and said.

After being mentioned by Chu Feihuan, Yunxiang finally remembered something serious.The reason she was so reckless was to go to Aunt Yunfei in the mansion to report the burglar. "A small thief has entered the mansion, but we have already captured her, in the back hall."

"Oh? Little thief? Take me to have a look, which family's thief dares to steal into my house." Chu Fei said with a smile.A thief who was able to enter the princess mansion but was caught by the maids would not cause any serious trouble.

As soon as she stepped in, she smelled a little alcohol, Chu Feihuan looked at Feng Jing who was tied to the chair with a smile, and some maids in the mansion were watching her vigilantly.Seeing Chu Feihuan coming, he withdrew his defensive eyes, bowed and wished Chu Feihuan a blessing.

"You all go down, this 'thief' is coming to interrogate me." Chu Feihuan instructed them.

"Your Highness, how long do you have to wait?" Those maids had left for a long time, but this His Highness was fine, sitting on a chair beside him, sipping tea.

"Feng Jing, Feng Jing, you are so courageous that you even stole into the princess' mansion." Chu Feihuan put down the teacup, and finally walked over to untie Feng Jing, seeing her drunken appearance, shook her head and sighed a few times road.

"I'm here to get my wine." Feng Jing, who was gradually waking up, was not in a daze, and he said this very confidently.

"Huh? When did I owe you wine? How do you say that?"

"It's the jars of good wine that Wuwu owes me. I think I won't even be willing to give Wuwu a few jars of wine after I order it. Didn't I come to get it for her first?" Feng Jing replied.

"Forget it, it's up to you how much wine you want to drink, but Cang Lan knows about it, but you are the one to suffer." Chu Feihuan teased with a good mood.

"Hey, Your Highness, if you don't tell me, no one will know."

"Let me ask you something." Chu Feihuan suddenly straightened his expression.Seeing this expression, she knew that Chu Feihuan was serious, and Feng Jing completely suppressed the smirk on her face, sat up straight, and waited for Chu Feihuan's orders.

"Is there any cure for Yin Wuyi's legs?"

"Well, it's not that there is no way, I'm afraid Your Highness won't let you." Feng Jing was silent for a while, looked at Chu Feihuan, and said seriously. "Snow Spirit Grass can detox all kinds of poisons, but your Highness, you take this herb. If you want to cure the unintentional poison, you have to use His Highness's blood as medicine." After a pause, Feng Jing continued: "Your Highness has a saying I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Ok?"

"The toxin in her body is exactly the same as yours back then." These words were like a thunderbolt, which exploded on the top of Chu Feihuan's head.

"what do you mean?"

"Yes, maybe she is what you have been looking for, the person in the portrait."