But when I turned around, I felt something was wrong.

What did I turn around! He just plays the piano, and doesn’t take off his clothes and take a shower. Is there anything I can’t watch?

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt confident, raised my chin and looked at Ye Zhilan in disdain.

Ye Zhilan smiled slightly, hugged the piano and got up, and the petals on his shoulders slid to the ground along the dragon yarn.

Murong Mingzhu walked over generously and glanced at him, "You called me to come so that you could watch you play the piano?"

Ye Zhilan asked: "How is this king playing?"

"Not really, I spent a few copper coins to the teahouse and listened to it better than you. If I were willing to give up, I would spend a few dozen taels to Huanyan Pavilion. The girl who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, will you not be as good as them."

It is worthless to completely demote Ye Zhilan.

Ye Zhilan was not angry either. She held the piano with one hand and shook her hand with one hand.

Murong Mingzhu avoided and asked in anger, "What are you doing!"

Ye Zhilan said: "Since you are here, I will take you around. At this time, the best scenery in the entire imperial capital is here."

"I don't care about seeing what scenery is the best? It's just that I planted a few more peach trees. Do you still expect to join more peaches to go out to hawk in the next year?" It's her nature to keep doing business in three sentences.

"The peach trees here only bloom but not bear fruit," Ye Zhilan explained, holding her hand, "Let's go and take you to see."

"Let me go!" Murong Mingzhu shook his hand.

Ye Zhilan didn't let go, and Murong Mingzhu couldn't shake it away. After a few hums, she followed Ye Zhilan.

I have to say that Taoyuan Villa is indeed elegant and beautiful, worthy of its name, just like a paradise.

"...This is Lingbo Pavilion, the main building of the villa, and behind it is Liulixuan. The tiles on the roof of Liulixuan are fired with glass, and look like colorful jade under the moon..."

"Oh." Murong Mingzhu was indifferent.

She had something to do in her heart, and it was more or less related to Ye Zhilan. She really didn't have much time to enjoy the scenery now.

Ye Zhilan could see that she was absent-minded, but his principles were always seen and not said. The less Murong Mingzhu was interested, the more he pulled her around.

Walking through Lingbo Pavilion and bypassing Liulixuan, the backyard is the main bedroom, which is the royal villa. The main bedroom is divided into a small courtyard by the palace, and the plaque of Jingyun Palace is hung in front of the door.

In addition to the blooming peach blossoms in the yard, there is also a small pavilion among the flowers. Ye Zhilan took her into the pavilion.

Putting down the piano in his hand, Ye Zhilan sat down and asked her, "How is this place?"

Murong Mingzhu said, "It's not very good, there are many flowers, few houses, ugly people, and dirty ground."

Ye Zhilan laughed when she heard this, "Okay, Miss Murong is wronged. I have been to this bad place in my king for so long."

Murong Mingzhu was too lazy to talk to him, so she shook his hand away and turned to look out of the pavilion.

After seeing this, I saw something coming.

There is a tall peach tree outside the pavilion. It is said that peach trees are generally short. This one is different, so it is fine if it is tall, but there are still marks of different depths on the trunk.

The marks range from low to high, horizontal and horizontal.

Murong Mingzhu asked, "What is this?"

Ye Zhilan took a look, stood up and walked to her side, smiling at the marks, "It's His Majesty's length."

Murong Mingzhu was a little surprised, "Your Majesty has been here too?"

Ye Zhilan looked at the peach tree with soft eyes, "This was used to be a royal courtyard. When His Majesty was still a prince, I often brought him here. When he was standing under this tree for the first year, the marks on it were carved by him. From then on, he would carve a mark every year."

Murong Mingzhu looked at the peach tree and thought about the Baozi Ye Zhilan clumsily measuring her height... The scene, I have to say, was a little cute.

Murong Mingzhu couldn't help laughing and said, "I thought you sent him to the throne because he was the youngest and had no mother's support. I didn't expect that he had followed you since he was a child."

Otherwise, how could there be these marks?

It is carved once a year, and Ye Zhilan brings Ye Jing Hao here at least every year.

Ye Zhilan shook his head with a low smile and said, "When he inherited the throne, his biological mother was still there."

Murong Mingzhu turned to look at him and asked in confusion: "But I remember that His Majesty's mother was buried with her."

Ye Zhilan doesn’t lie. Is there any hidden truth in this matter?

With his slender fingers, he gently took off several petals from Murong Mingzhu. Ye Zhilan said lightly: "It is true that he is buried alive, but it is just later than everyone thinks."

Murong Mingzhu was very interested in this kind of secret history in the palace. She knew that Ye Zhilan had something in her words when she heard it, and immediately asked: "What the hell is going on?"

"Want to hear?" Ye Zhilan smiled at her.

"Tell me!" Murong Mingzhu urged me impatiently.

"Okay, I will say, you... I will tell you everything," Ye Zhilan said with a smile.

“…”

Kiss him?

She wants to slap him now!

Ye Zhilan was not in a hurry, just looked at her with a smile.

Murong Mingzhu glared at him, leaned over unwillingly, kissed him on the cheek, turned her head and said coldly: "Hurry up!"

The expression is so disgusting.

Ye Zhilan was satisfied and even slowly talked about what others thought was simply a shocking secret.

"When the late emperor passed away, the queen had no son but only one daughter. Among all the princes left behind, the eldest prince Ye Ziluo was born to the noble concubine. The son was noble because of his mother and the eldest son. The young prince Ye Jinghao was only a few years old, and his mother was just a palace maid who didn't even have a position."

"Palace maid?" Murong Mingzhu frowned. No, isn't Ye Jinghao's mother Xipin?

"Xiyin was the name she had on the day she died. Before that, she was just an ordinary palace maid. Her name was Xiyin. She was originally the palace maid of my sister Princess Jin'an. My sister went to the frontier to marry at the age of sixteen. Before leaving, she left Xiyin, who was like her sister, in the palace. The late emperor favored her after she got drunk, so Xiyin gave birth to Hao'er. When the late emperor passed away, Hao'er was only six years old. The dispute over imperial power was so complicated... In the end, everyone took a step back and decided to make Hao'er the emperor, but the condition was that Xiyin must be sentenced to death."

"Why!" Murong Mingzhu blurted out.

She is from modern times and is particularly cruel about this kind of burial.

"Because Xiyin is my sister's palace maid, she must die." Ye Zhilan said lightly and indifferently.

Murong Mingzhu looked at him and didn't say anything for a long time. She thought, she understood.

Ye Zhilan called Princess Jin'an a sister, not the emperor's sister. The difference of one word shows intimacy. Xiyin and Princess Jin'an are like sisters, so naturally they are in the same spirit as Ye Zhilan.
Chapter completed!