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Seeing the harmonious scene in the room, the three of them playing together without themselves, the outsider Lu Mingyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly, came to the door, and waved to Ziyun.

"Ziyun, go get some snacks."

"Okay, Your Highness."

Ziyun walked to the door with her hands and feet, and when she poked her head inside, she was suddenly startled.

Hongwan was also curious about her appearance and looked into the room.

The melodious sound of the piano floated slowly.

In the center of the study room, a woman in a white coat with fashionable feathers was dancing with her back to the door. She gently stretched her long sleeves, her ties were flying, and her figure was so graceful that it was really beautiful.

He sat playing the piano and played with his jade fingers up and down.

"The princess."

Ziyun did not expect Qi Muxue to play the piano at this time.

Lu Mingyuan also stepped into the house to check things out.

Qi Muxue smiled at Lu Mingyuan and said, "Just now I was talking about helping my husband to entertain me. In the past few days, Sister Huo has also practiced sword dancing. Why don't you, husband, take a look?"

Lu Mingyuan was startled for a moment, then came to his senses and nodded repeatedly: "Of course it's okay."

He didn't expect that Huo Hongling would actually go practice sword dance?

In fact, this was Qi Muxue's trick for Huo Hongling. She knew that the other party was relatively shy and did not know how to take the initiative. He had not come to Leng Gongla to pay his respects in the past few days. He was still too shy. After all, the time they got together was too short, so she proposed The sword dance method makes His Highness happy and brings them closer together.

The center of the hall.

A heroic beauty in red appeared, holding a long sword, her red lips pursed slightly, obviously a little nervous.

"I'll play a piece for Sister Huo, just follow the music."

Qi Muxue encouraged Huo Hongling.

Huo Hongling finally mustered up the courage, stretched out her arms, pulled out the scabbard, pointed the sword upward, and the blade was parallel to the ground, holding a sword flower.

Following the melodious sound of the piano, his body moved, very skillfully, and he had indeed practiced.

Lu Mingyuan raised his head and watched with relish. This was the first time he saw Huo Hongling dancing gracefully, and it was also a sword dance. It was so beautiful.

Of course, he did not deny that people-watching was the most important thing, followed by dancing.

In fact, we can't blame him. Who knows that he has experienced modern life? Modern material life is too rich, and dance itself can no longer amaze him.

As the music played by Qi Muxue reaches its climax, Huo Hongling's range of movements also increases. She shakes her shoulders, collapses her waist, kicks her hips, swings her chest, and jumps. The movements are ever-changing and confusing, and finally ends with a dazzling spinning sword. Floating as it spins.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

Lu Mingyuan couldn't help but clap his hands and applaud.

Yang Yingchan, who was also watching, looked at it very seriously, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes from time to time.

When she was young, she also liked sword dancing, especially on the border.

The people in the north are tough and proud of practicing martial arts.

It is very common for women to dance swords.

She is one of the best.

It's just that I haven't played with it for more than ten years now, and it is already unfamiliar.

Huo Hongling glanced back, her beautiful face was soaked with sweat, her petal-like lips were slightly opened, and she was looking at Lu Mingyuan intently.

Her chest was rising and falling slightly, obviously she was working very hard, holding up her spacious red dress. Because the material of the clothes was relatively thick, she was dripping with sweat. She took off her outer dress, revealing a tight and thin training clothes, and she could vaguely see the scenery inside.

Lu Mingyuan swallowed unnaturally. He swore that he never wanted to show such a look, but he believed that as long as he was a normal man, he would never behave better than him.

If someone hadn't been there, he would have turned off the lights right now.

Huo Hongling followed Lu Mingyuan's gaze and looked down. A blush suddenly appeared on her cheeks, and she said to Qi Muxue:

"I'm going out to change clothes."

Lifting up the dance skirt that was trailing to the ground, she walked toward the door. When she passed by Lu Mingyuan, from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Lu Mingyuan sniffing his nose. She was even more embarrassed and quickened her pace to escape. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared. .

Another playful gaze looked over. Lu Mingyuan retracted his thoughts and looked away with a chuckle.

Qi Muxue was sitting at the table, with a high bun hanging high on her head, showing her elegance, elegance and intelligence. Her beautiful face was embedded with a pair of clear eyes, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling at this time.

Lu Mingyuan's face was calm and he stepped forward with a smile: "Muxue, keep playing."

Qi Muxue nodded, lowered her head and plucked the strings. The sound was endless, crisp and sweet.

"The sword dance and piano skills of the two ladies are both superb. If I were a concubine, I would definitely not be able to be as good as this. I really feel ashamed of myself."

Yang Yingchan praised loudly, and the more this happened, the stronger the envy in her heart became. She was very envious that the two princesses could be so harmonious, and at the same time, the husband and wife respected each other as guests, and the three of them were so loving.

In comparison, what kind of person is Lu Changfeng?

She spent all day drinking and drinking outside, visiting customers, and when she came back, she would abuse her and restrict her freedom.

After Lu Mingyuan got married, the two princesses did not have any disputes, but had a good relationship with each other.

Qi Muxue moved her eyes to Yang Yingchan's side and smiled: "Sister-in-law, what are you saying? We are all a family, why should we be so arrogant? Whether it is playing the piano or dancing the sword, they are just a means of entertaining. Let's just talk about it. Sister Huo and I are not as good at cooking as my sister-in-law."

"Your Highness will always praise me for your craftsmanship."

When Yang Yingchan heard this, she looked at Lu Mingyuan with moving eyes.

She thought it was impossible for Lu Mingyuan to mention such a thing to his wife.

Now it seems that there is nothing hidden.

Lu Mingyuan roughly knew what she was thinking, and comforted: "Brother did do a lot of bad things to you before. As a man, you don't have to be sad and wronged. The days will get better and better. I can do what you did before." I understand, but I don’t blame my sister-in-law, it’s not easy for a weak woman to survive in the harem.”

"Uncle."

Yang Yingchan felt moved and uncomfortable at the same time. For a moment, her heart was full of mixed emotions.

Naturally, she was moved because Lu Mingyuan could speak for her, but sad because she suddenly thought that her appearance as a willow tree had no chance of matching that of the King of Huai'an. If she had not married Zhao Wang Lu Changfeng, but met the Sixth Prince Lu Mingyuan, she would marry him. How good he must be.

Yang Yingchan covered her heavy chest. The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt.

It even feels worse than when I was wronged before.

But soon, she suppressed the emotion in her heart.

She can't think about these things, this is wrong!

At this time, she was so distraught that she said goodbye.

"I'm feeling tired today. Please allow me to go back and rest, Your Highness."

Lu Mingyuan didn't think much and waved his hand in agreement.

"Sister-in-law has really worked hard tonight. She helped me tidy up the study. Please rest early."

Looking at Yang Yingchan's graceful and plump back, Qi Muxue looked at Lu Mingyuan with a pair of clear eyes and said angrily:

"Princess Zhao is so obedient to you, and she has to say hello to you before leaving. She has no airs of a princess at all, and is as obedient as a sheep. What did you do to her?"

"I didn't do anything." Lu Mingyuan acted honestly.

"I do not believe."

Qi Muxue said with her mouth open.

"Husband."

Then, she took a breath, leaned a little closer, looked at Lu Mingyuan, and said seriously:

"I know that no matter how many women are around you in the future, it will be difficult for me to control you, but you have to remember one thing, you must not forget it and you must abide by it."

Lu Mingyuan chuckled: "You are the real wife, I know."

Qi Muxue's cheeks turned red when she heard this, "That's not the case."

She said in a solemn tone: "Remember, you must be responsible for any women you provoke. You cannot let them suffer injustice. Since they are willing to follow you, they must have used the greatest courage in the world."

"I see."

Lu Mingyuan nodded heavily, his expression very serious.

"If you have such a wife, what more can a husband ask for?"

Lu Mingyuan was thick-skinned enough and took another step closer to her. There was only a finger's distance between them. Qi Muxue avoided, and Lu Mingyuan came closer again. This repeated, but Qi Muxue couldn't compete with him, so she let him stick to her.

Lu Mingyuan pressed forward, grabbed her hand, and gently tickled her palm with his fingers, smiling all over his face.

Qi Muxue blushed, holding back her shyness and scolded: "Be more serious!"

Lu Mingyuan looked innocent.

This is obviously a small gesture to enhance the relationship between the two parties, so why is it so inappropriate?

Then he curled his lips.

"ah!"

After a moment, Qi Muxue couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

Because she was suddenly and unpreparedly picked up by a princess named Lu Mingyuan.

"Put me down quickly!"

Qi Muxue was shocked and ashamed. She had never been hugged like this since she was a child. At the same time, he quickly looked around for fear of being seen by others, but he didn't feel angry in his heart.

"Madam, don't you want to be more serious? I'll show you how serious I am, husband."

The house was extremely lively, the moonlight was rippling, and the shadows cast by the candlelight were constantly swaying in the courtyard.

Huo Hongling happened to have changed her clothes. She wore a breezy long dress, which looked unique. After all, only the clothes of palace maids could be worn in the palace.

As soon as she stepped into the yard, she heard a strange sound.

He saw Ziyun and Hongwan quietly standing guard outside the door, glancing into the house from time to time.

"What are you looking at?"

Before she could react, she pushed the door open unpreparedly and her eyes widened.

I regretted it the next second.

I want to turn around and run.

Unfortunately, a ruthless iron hand grabbed her by the collar, like a little white rabbit straying into a wolf's den.

Ziyun and Hongwan outside the door were about to close the door, but they could not escape the power of the iron hand. Under the big hand, their entire bodies became limp and they could not muster the strength to resist.

Obviously, tonight is the most romantic.

The next day.

early morning.

After taking a shower and changing into clothes, Lu Mingyuan walked out of the dormitory refreshed, feeling indescribably relaxed and comfortable. Every woman gave him a different experience.

"Yeah, I almost forgot about this."

Lu Mingyuan slapped his head and then remembered that there were still unfulfilled promises.

He originally promised that the Water Goddess of the Imperial Capital would be included in the annals of Great Yan history and leave her name in history, but he forgot about it after he came back.

This matter is neither difficult nor easy.

I need to inform my grandpa.

It is undoubtedly unwise to offend a god of mountains and rivers.

This must be done as soon as possible.

Lu Mingyuan put on a martial arts uniform, put on his sword, and went out, planning to go to the harem to find his mother first.

But as soon as I walked out of the house and passed through the official corridor, I saw Yang Yingchan in a flaming pleated skirt walking on the palace corridor.

"Good morning, sister-in-law."

Lu Mingyuan took the initiative to say hello.

When Yang Yingchan saw him, she nodded slightly, "Good morning, uncle."

"Did you have a good rest last night?"

Lu Mingyuan asked with a smile.

Yang Yingchan choked for a moment and forced a smile: "It's okay."

In fact, she didn't sleep at all last night.

Because the sound of Qingzhudian in the second half of the night was too loud, she stayed up until the early morning. She had no sleep at all and could only get up to relax.

Unexpectedly, he met Lu Mingyuan when he turned the corner.

"Sister-in-law, let's talk when we have time, I have something else to do."

Lu Mingyuan quickly waved goodbye and walked towards the direction of Yaoguang Palace.

Yang Yingchan looked at his back and sighed.

Yaoguang Palace.

As the palace ladies came in and out, Lu Mingyuan came outside the palace and found a sedan parked outside. It was obviously the sedan of other concubines.

Could it be that mother is visiting guests now?

Lu Mingyuan ignored it and walked straight into the Yaoguang Palace.

"Sister, please help me. I really have no other choice, so I came here to beg you."

"This matter is so involved that even Princess Golden Crow has made a fuss. I am helpless."

The clear voices of the two women were very ear-piercing.

Lu Mingyuan took a closer look and discovered that it was his mother Wang Zhaoyan and another mature and beautiful woman wearing a complicated purple palace dress. She was covered with purple embroidery, with plump hips, a mandarin duck hairpin on her head, snow-white skin, and an proud and charming chest. A clear view, sitting on a chair chatting.

"The King of Huai'an has arrived!"

"My son is here?"

When Wang Zhaoyan saw Lu Mingyuan's figure, her eyes showed joy.

"My son has come to say hello."

With outsiders present, Lu Mingyuan addressed him more solemnly and gently cupped his hands.

"I met my mother."

Lu Mingyuan looked at another mature and beautiful woman, then at his mother, with a question on his face.

Wang Zhaoyan smiled and said: "Oh, I forgot to introduce you. This is Concubine Wan Gui, a close friend of my mother. I came to my mother's place as a guest this morning."

"I have met the imperial concubine."

Lu Mingyuan saluted and said hello.

In fact, I was a little surprised.

He knew very well the origin of this Concubine Wan Gui.

Concubine Wan Gui is the biological mother of the seventh prince Lu Yunwan. She is also from a noble family in Dayan and is extremely prominent.

Concubine Wan Gui said with a smile: "Your mother and I have a good relationship. Concubine Wan Guifei calls her Taishengfen, so you can call her sister."

Wang Zhaoyan frowned slightly when she heard this.

After all, Concubine Wan Gui was also a concubine for a time.

How inappropriate is it to call me sister?

It seems that the other party is still unwilling to give up and is still lowering his status in an attempt to win over his son.

Concubine Wan Gui's eyes fell on Lu Mingyuan's face, and she couldn't help being stunned. It took a while to recover, and she turned to Wang Zhaoyan and praised:

"Young Master is indeed a dragon among men. He is extremely handsome. Just one look at him makes my sister's heart flutter."

Of course Wang Zhaoyan knew that her son was very handsome. She felt that Concubine Wan Gui was joking, so she pretended not to care and said, "No matter what, don't be too complimentary. He can be proud easily."

Concubine Wan Gui was obviously very old, but she still acted coquettishly, pulling on Wang Zhaoyan's sleeves and saying pitifully:

"Good sister, please save my son. He is currently being detained by the court. I'm afraid that he will be completely shocked and collapse."

Wang Zhaoyan sighed: "It's not that I don't want to help you, sister. It's just that the risk is too great, and it's difficult for the cabinet to do it. I can't let my father do such a headwind thing. He is on the way to Qingyun. A few decades later, he is likely to be The next chief assistant.”

Concubine Wan Gui’s big eyes are watery, her oval face is extremely rosy, and her eyes seem to be filled with mist: “Sister, I can do whatever I want, as long as I can keep a glimmer of hope.”

"My dear concubine, I do know an expert. If you go and beg him, you may be able to turn misfortune into blessing."

At this time, Lu Mingyuan seemed to have thought of something, smiled softly, and spoke.