Jixiang quickly walked up the white jade steps and came to Zhiming Hall, with a rare look of anxiety.

"His Majesty--"

In the hall, Zhanghua was discussing with several bachelors from the Hanlin Academy. Although the emperor was young, the bachelors were all young men in their early twenties. The palace was reflected in the vast and majestic palace, showing a new atmosphere.

Zhanghua put together the memorial: "That's right, add martial arts and medical examinations in March of spring. The literary examinations are increased and the Ming calculations are increased, and the proportion of the law is clear. You go back and draw up a charter and read it tomorrow morning."

"Abide by the order." The bachelors trespassed tactfully.

Zhanghua raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, then looked at Jixiang: "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Zheng asked for a meeting."

"Which Zheng..." Zhanghua answered casually, his face slightly changed, "Madam Xie?"

"Yes. She dressed up in a very serious look."

Ruyi, who was originally sleepy, suddenly became excited when she heard this and woke up: "What? What did she do? What happened to Xie Changyan..." Halfway through speaking, seeing Zhanghua's face deep, she quickly stopped.

Zhanghua said lightly: "Preach it."

Jixiang retreated. After a while, he brought Zheng in.

Speaking of which, this is the first time that Zheng has entered the palace and wore the costume of a fourth-rank imperial edict. Her imperial edict has nothing to do with her daughter, but Xie Weishan sacrificed his life for the country and was posthumously conferred by the Supreme Emperor. However, Zheng is very low-key and has never talked about this identity for so many years. Therefore, this dress that has been under the box that has been in full bloom for thirteen years is the first time to wear it.

What I did back then was now like a big pocket, empty on my thin and weak body, and it would float away when the wind blew.

Zhanghua watched her walk in a bit stiff, but what she was thinking about was that day she mustered up the courage to come to "Feng Xiaoya" and reminded him to be careful. The expression on her face at that time was exactly the same as today.

So he felt a little "sudden" in his heart, and he had a premonition that what happened to Zheng's family.

Sure enough, after entering the hall, Zheng knelt down respectfully and gave a big gift, then raised his head and looked at him straight, as if two fires were burning in his eyes.

"I am guilty, please punish me."

Ruyi, who was standing beside her, opened her eyes wide.

Zhanghua remained silent: "What is the crime of Madam?"

Zheng took out a scroll of wedding letters depicting dragons and phoenixes from his sleeve and said in a deep voice: "Our court rules have established that the two families have joined forces and those who have already reported their marriage will regret it if they have been 60 years old. What I want to regret is the royal agreement, and the crime is higher than the level of punishment."

Now it’s not only Ruyi’s chin is about to fall off, but Jixiang, who has always been a young man, is also shocked.

A trace of surprise flashed in Zhanghua's eyes, but he quickly controlled this emotion and sat upright on the dragon throne and said, "Why?"

"The little girl is humble from a humble background and has a rash personality. Although she hires a famous teacher to teach her, she is stubborn and has no progress. If she is the queen, one is, she is unable to convince the public without any plans and wisdom; two is difficult to escape from willfulness and cannot bear responsibility; three is weak and easy to control and cannot be controlled by the king. Instead of waiting for her to cause a huge disaster to affect the entire family, I would rather take the blame for breaking the engagement today and stop losing all my losses. Please help Your Majesty!" After Zheng said that, he knocked on the ground with his head, "dongdong" sounded.

Zhanghua looked at her steadily, with no expression on her face.

Jixiang and Ruyi, who were beside him, looked at each other, but they both saw panic in each other's eyes.

Zheng kept kowtowing, not stopping.

Zhanghua didn't ask her to stop either.

So for a moment, the "dong dong" sound echoed in the Zhiming Palace, one by one, like a pounding on people's hearts.

Jixiang suddenly turned around and quietly withdrew.

Zhanghua's fingers placed on the armrest of the dragon chair finally moved a few times, then stood up with force, and turned around and left without looking at Zheng.

Zheng looked up in shock, watched him disappear from the side door, and couldn't help calling out: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty--"

However, Zhanghua disappeared at the door as if he hadn't heard of it.

Only Ruyi and Zheng were left looking at each other.

Ruyi said, "Madam Xie, you dare to withdraw from the emperor's engagement. You are really the first person in the ages."

Zheng gritted his teeth and kowtowed again.

Ruyi looked at her, finally sighed and murmured: "It's true that there is a mother, there is a daughter. Let's have a good life, but what are you trying to do with each other? This is..."

Zhanghua quickly walked into the warm room and reached out to take off his regular clothes. His movements became impatient without control. He untied his belt several times but failed to untickle it. He simply tore it off and threw it on the ground. Then he put on a mai clogs and entered the butterfly house.

The moment he closed the door, he leaned against it and slowly closed his eyes.

The sunlight falling from the skylight shone on his face, like a silent water flow, carefully and patiently rinsing the dirt between the textures - the stormy waves deliberately hidden, returning to calm little by little in the green and among the lingering butterflies.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out: "The last time I saw you like this was three years ago, when the Supreme Emperor was about to become a monk."

Zhanghua opened his eyes, the aftermath had not yet calmed down, and there was still a surging breath in his pupils, looking a little dazed.

The speaker stood up from the green vine and turned out to be Feng Xiaoya.

It turned out that there was a short table there. This person used the table as a bed, and he didn't know how long he had slept. He just woke up and sat upright, with his posture straight.

Zhanghua frowned slightly: "Why are you here?"

“I’m 'missing'.”

"I know you pretended to be missing by a trap, turning light into darkness, so I let you go to the palace to hide. But it seems that the only thing I borrowed from you is Lingguang Hall, not here."

"The Lingguang Palace is dark, lonely and cold, and the flowers here are much more pleasing to the eye." After Feng Xiaoya said that, she picked up a teapot from a few strokes and knocked on the wall of the pot, "Can you come?"

"I don't want to drink tea now."

"By coincidence, so too. So, this is wine."

The amber nectar poured into the white porcelain cup, Zhanghua picked it up and took a sip, and his eyebrows moved slightly. Just as he was about to speak, Feng Xiaoya had already grabbed a leaf from a cymbidium beside her and placed it on her lips. With a gentle blow, the sound of nature started.

Zhanghua paused what he wanted to say.

The music started to sooth and melodiously, like a cold moon shining on the valley at night, and then the rhythm became lighter. It was like a stream flowing, gently washing the crystal-like pebbles. A small flower in the crack of the rock shook without worry. Suddenly, a pine cone fell from the tree and fell into the water. With a "thump" sound, a few clear water droplets immediately appeared on the petals of the flower. A little squirrel jumped down from the tree, trying to catch the pine cone, but the flowing stream had already flowed away with the pine cone.

The stream is fast and slow, and the pine cones float and sink. The squirrel follows it and chases it perseveres. As the peaks turn, it hits the rocks all the time. When it covers its head and rises up again, the pine cones are no longer sure where they have floated. The music turns again, from nervousness to melancholy and sadness. The little squirrel stares at the gurgling water under the moonlit night, thinking about the pine cones that never return, and returns to the upstream with desolation. It walks and walks, walks and walks, and looks up, and sees the little flower covered with dew. Such an unexpected result is also a joy...

At this moment, Ruyi's voice suddenly came from outside the Butterfly House door: "Your Majesty, Mrs. Xie is still kowtowing!"

Feng Xiaoya's fingers shook, and the vocal music stopped immediately.

Zhanghua and he looked at each other, and Feng Xiaoya continued to blew a few notes, trying to turn back to the artistic conception just now, but found that she could not go back, so she had to put down Ye Zi and smiled bitterly.

"Let her knock it." Zhanghua said in a deep voice.

Ruyi made a "Oh" sound, and the footsteps passed away.

Feng Xiaoya showed a little surprised: "Are you... wanting to allow her?"

"Yes." Zhanghua drank the wine in the glass in one sip and commented, "This wine is too sweet and not satisfying."

“This is Posa wine.”

Zhanghua was stunned.

Feng Xiaoya smiled, raised her hand and poured another glass for him: "Young Master Dongmei's wine, my joy, your butterfly. To the Three Treasures of Yujing."

Zhanghua stared at the swaying wine in the cup, and his eyes seemed to shake. Feng Xiaoya was blowing the leaves just now, and the whole butterfly room was filled with ears, making people forget about what was outside. Now the music stopped and became quiet, and the sound of "dongdongdongdongdong" could be vaguely heard, and it came from the side of the wall, which seemed extremely heart-wrenching.

Feng Xiaoya sighed, picked up Ye Zi and said, "I'll play another song..." Before she finished speaking, Zhanghua pressed his hand.

Feng Xiaoya's hands were as thin and white as his men, like glazed white porcelain. Zhanghua's hands were powerful, with thin calluses on each finger. It seemed that the power was so different, and the outcome was not disputed, but as soon as Zhanghua pressed it, Feng Xiaoya's wrist somehow slid out from his palm, and in turn knocked Zhanghua's back with the leaves in his hand.

Zhanghua felt as if he was stabbed by a needle, almost jumped up, covering his hand and smiling bitterly: "I was negligent for a moment and forgot about your problem that I can't touch."

Feng Xiaoya said lightly, unwilling to talk in depth, turned to the direction of the kowtow and said, "How long are you going to let her kowtow there?"

"It's time for Xie Changyan to come." Zhanghua still disliked Posa's sweet wine, and then started drinking one cup after another, "Jixiang is here to invite him."

"When Xie Changyan comes, you will give up the marriage in front of her. In this way, the entire Yujing Circle will receive news without darkness - the Xie family finally retreated and did not want to be your shield again, and they will withdraw from the battle in shame. You are the only one left, surrounded by enemies."

Zhanghua laughed: "I'm about to lose when you said you're about to lose. That's just the beginning."

Feng Xiaoya looked at him directly: "This is really the beginning, and you have a great chance of winning, why should you give up?"

Zhanghua picked up the wine glass and hid his eyebrows behind the glass: "I said that I am a passionate person. Therefore, I will give Xie Changyan a chance to choose. And she obviously has made a choice."

"Is it her?" Feng Xiaoya did not hide the mocking look on her face, "Isn't it the choice you seduced her to make?"

Zhanghua stopped talking, he stared at the wine in his hand, as if thinking about its recipe.
Chapter completed!