The moonlight is like silver, shining on the earth, and the singing and dancing in the harem of Nanchu is at this time, the orchestra sound is floating, the powder is smooth, the fragrance of powder is smooth, the ground is a gentle world and a ecstasy gold nest.

The customs of Qin and Chu countries are different, and the styles of palaces built are also different.

The Chu Palace is more exquisite, with rockery gardens everywhere, small bridges and flowing water, and the building of palaces and pavilions is very exquisite, with scenery everywhere, and the scenery is picturesque. The Qin Palace is more grand and full of the majestic and heroic spirit of the north. The palace walls are thick and the colors are simple. The construction of the palace is mostly mainly gold and red, with majestic tones and strong totems, which really corresponds to the proverb of being refined in the south and vast in the north.

Emperor Cheng Longsheng of Southern Chu was wearing bright yellow clothes, with a thin face, long eyes of the phoenix, and a conservative inside. His face was slightly gray. Although he was quite sick, he did not hide his emperor's domineering aura.

At this moment, he was sitting on the dragon couch, enjoying the kindness of the beauty while watching singing and dancing.

Anran knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "Father, the emperor's sister is in Qin and suffers a lot from wind and frost. Can she allow her to go back to Chu to visit her relatives to relieve her misfortune?"

Cheng Longsheng slowly asked the concubine around him to feed a grape, his eyes swept away as a knife, and then he slowly said: "If a married daughter has no orders from her husband's family, she will not be allowed to go back to China to visit relatives in her life, otherwise she will be regarded as having a different intention. Have the prince forgotten this rule?"

An Ran's eyes were deep, his red lips were pursed tightly, and he said after a long time: "Qin State is our ally after all. If the father ordered, the emperor's sister would definitely be able to return..."

"Enough!" Chu Shenglong shouted fiercely and threw down a series of white jade nines. With a clang, the white jade nines broke into several pieces. For a moment, the singer stopped dancing, and the concubines all knelt on the ground, and the whole palace was silent.

"I am not dead yet. You are still the prince. Not the emperor. Is my words useless?" Chu Shenglong asked aggressively with his eyes pressing against An Ran.

An Ran rested with his head and said, "I dare not."

"Just dare not. Since I can make you the crown prince, I can also depose you. I don't need to worry about the unparalleled things, so go on." Cheng Shenglong said sternly.

"Yes, Father." An Ran replied and slowly retreated.

After walking through the palace gate, my heart was so depressed that I couldn't help but sigh. I sighed at the bright moon in the sky. The moon tonight was round and huge, but it seemed even colder.

In the moonlight, a tree of pear blossoms bloomed silently, and the towers and dusk mountains in the distance were as faint as ink paintings. The world seemed to be just like him.

Relying on a huge old pear tree, Prince Anran sat there lonely and suddenly sighed quietly.

Slowly took out the jade flute that was tied around her waist, gently opened her red lips, and a song "Sacorn Blossom" flowed out:

Sugar Chang is in Chang'an.

The autumn cry is the golden well railing, and the frost is sad and the mat is cold.

The lonely lamp is indecisive and is disheartened, and the curtain is rolled up and looks at the moon and sighs.

The beauty is like a flower across the clouds, and there is a high sky of the blue and darkness on it.

There are waves of water below. The sky and the earth are far away and the soul is bitter.

It is difficult to dream of the mountains and rivers without dreams. Longing for love will destroy your heart and soul.

The sound of the flute is broken, but continues, and is interrupted, and intermittent. The main song cannot be played, and it will be a rhyme for no reason. It is resentful and moving.

The sound of the flute is filled with loneliness and sorrow. But what is faintly revealed is still helplessness and frustration. There is also a feeling: somehow, when ordinary people hear it, they sometimes feel chilled and their hairs explode. They are also in the sadness, and suddenly feel a little scared.

The sound of the flute is about to be broken, like crying and complaining, sometimes dangerous and sometimes peaceful, suddenly rising and falling, the fragrance is like the moon, flowing as quiet as water, as if it has told the world many difficulties, many feelings, many heaven and earth, separation of yin and yang, separation of things, joys and sorrows. I miss you, the bright moon and sigh!

At the end of the song, a confidant eunuch Xiao Dongzi ran over and ran.

"Crown Prince, Prince--" The voice was rapid, and something must have happened.

Anran put away the flute and said slowly: "Xiao Dongzi, haven't I told you that you should not panic in everything to avoid getting lost?"

Xiao Dongzi gasped and had no time to apologize. He leaned into An Ran's ear and whispered a few times.

An Ran's face changed drastically, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and he used his light skills. Several ups and downs had disappeared into the night.

Xiao Dongzi followed him hurriedly.

In the prince's mansion, Xiao Lian, who was covered in wounds, lay on the couch dyingly, holding a thing in his arms tightly with his hands.

Her body was covered in blood, her lips were pale, and she was obviously seriously injured.

When the maid in the mansion saw An Ran coming in, she said carefully: "Crown Prince, this girl must want you. We see that she was too seriously injured and wanted to take out the things in her arms, but she refused to let go and even injured Yu'er."

Yu'er's eyes on one side were blue and purple, and it was obviously injured by Xiao Lian in a coma.

"Miss, what do you want to see me?" An Ran said in a deep voice.

Hearing An Ran's voice, a light flashed in Xiao Lian's eyes like a blazing lamp.

"Prince--" She took out the things in her arms tremblingly.

The cloth bag was stained with blood and turned dark red, and seemed to be heavy.

"The princess has brought it with her life. The prince must keep it well..... If there is a chance, save the princess, and the princess is... caught!" Xiao Lian finished speaking in one breath, and Xiao Lian could no longer hold on and fainted.

Safely and slowly, the blood-stained silk cloth was lifted up layer by layer.

The white jade is pure and moist, gorgeous and warm, and the blood spreads along the veins of the dragon and phoenix...

Someone saw the prince's hand trembling gently, and his bones clearly seemed to be holding a broken jade pillow.

The prince's face was gloomy and dark as before the storm was about to come, and he looked completely different from his usual gentle appearance—

The prince drew his sword, and the green dragon sword in his waist was unsheathed, and the green light rippled.

One faction goes forward and destroys all the domineering aura, a trace of coldness, and chasing the soul through the bones and souls.

"Come!"

The hermit stood by silently: "Prince!"

"Summon Yan Yun's Eighteen Killings and go to Qin to save people." Just a light and faint sentence made the hermit's pupils shrink.

The hermit raised his head slowly, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Prince, these people are your most secret forces. If someone discovers it, and what is the prince who is sure to save her?"

An Ran shook her head, her voice was a little low, and she said, "Nothing at all."

"Then the prince wants--"

"I have to go, even if I know it's a death match, I have to go." She can die for me, why can't I do it for her?

The silly girl is so stupid, but she has suffered for no reason by saying a casual word!

An Ran said indifferently: "Cleaning up and leaving the city overnight. Remember, no news of my leaving the city is allowed to be revealed to the outside world, otherwise, there will be no mercy to kill me!"

Cold-blooded hands: "Yes, Prince!"

Anran took out a black jade whistle and blew it in the dark night.

In a flash, I could only hear the sound of neat horse hooves rolling in the dark night like thunder.

Eighteen men in black wore bronze masks, only showed their fierce eyes, held a twisted sword in their hands, and wore black armor. They rode Dayuan horses like a tornado without saying a word. Eighteen men in black wore bronze faces walked ten meters away from Anran, and they all pulled their horses together, and turned over and dismounted, knelt on one knee at Anran, with a sound of thunder, and shouted in unison:

"Owner!"
Chapter completed!