Long May The Queen Reign

for a while. Finally, his joyful gaze rested on Murong Zhining's delicate face. "Miss Murong is trul

his sleeves and played a song. Murong Zhining smiled as she listened with rapt atte

thing melody. For the first time since their first meeting, he felt that this gir

kly figured out what he was thinking. "Your Majesty, please take 'Sonorous' back with you. It is already the fortune of three lives that this serva

by fate. Hadn't it been for your insight, I'm afraid that this qin would have rotted away in my

g respectfull

the lamplight. However, he couldn't focus on the reports no matte

to settle down. He could recall her eyes when they were staring back at his. Her eyes were extremely beautiful, unlike the deep, pitch black eyes of Huay

estless. He walked to the yard, wanting to use the

ion. In the past, a concubine whose name he didn't remember released a sky lantern that carried a poem about the longing for lo

d the eunuch to fetch it over. There wasn't any lovey dovey poem written on the lamp at all. Instead, there was a drawing of a phoenix tree

the ground. As always, he disdained the little

to dispel the distracting thoughts from his mind. He lay on the Dragon Bed for a long tim

face. The girl shyly turned around slowly; it was his late empress, Xie Shuangying. Yan Feng rubbed his eyes and looked again, the girl now resembl

y. She smiled towards him beatifically, a pair of dimples playing at the corners of her mouth. At this moment, a man suddenly appeared and took

e pondered for an excuse to visit her. When he suddenly realized that he, an emperor, had to find an excuse to go see a g

great delight. He felt lucky that he hadn't been so stingy to take back "Sonorous" from Murong Zhining. With the qin at her place, he co

ter mulling it over the entire yesterday evening, he got to know himself once again. He discovered that Mu

omed Yan Feng into the courtyard. Murong Zhining personally made h

ed her clothes and put her old outfit away somewhere. Yan Feng had ordered people to del

t emphasized her slim waist and relaxed shoulders. The girl had randomly tied up her hair in the Butterfly style with a green ri

resented the stack of old qin music books. "I have brought some old music books with me. Would you mind helping me see what kind of songs they are, and if they are worth revising?" Yan

away. Murong Zhining slightly raised her almond eyes and looked at Yan Feng, instantly seeing through his intention. With a smile, she tilted her head a little in order to evade his hand, and feigned inad

rsion 'Verses of Da Ming Palace' was revised by people of later generations according to their memories, and is far inferior than the original. The real 'Verses of Da M

ut this song, but no one knew what it was. Yet, Murong Zhining could recognize it at the first glance. Yan F

n the qin, playing out the original version of 'Verses of Da Ming Palace.' Yan Feng closed his eyes

e pervaded him. Yan Feng feared what had happened would leave a shadow on her heart. He probed, "Previ

and manner. "As the Son of Heaven, the emperor has the righ

t make mistakes? Your Majesty only believed in the bad person. Not to mention, you never truly made things difficult for me. This servant still has to than

the tiger's whiskers, and yet won't let the tiger get angry! His perception of Murong Zhining

was the emperor. His pride wouldn't

Consort Lu Chen Lu Xiyu, daughter of Minister of Works Lu Sixue. It had been two years since s

ents being isolated and uninformed. Even now, Cai Qin still didn't know what had happened to Murong Zhining. How is she now? What crime did the emperor charge her with? When recalling the fate of her cousin Cai He, Cai Qin prayed the emperor would execute Murong Zhining.

n didn't bother to butter her up and even gave her attitude despite the latter being her ma

s a courageous and intelligent person. Because she was sent to Jinyue Palace by the emperor himself, even if C

how big and beautiful the palace was in her heart. She walked for a

just inferior. In fact, Zhuang Cheng had accumulated a great deal of money during his many years being a high-ranking court official; it was completely afford

njoy it and was already executed. However, when she thought about Madam Zhuang who always ordered her around while acting all high

ved at the entrance of Minghui Palace. Just like that,

neliness. When a maid reported that someone was knocking on the door, Chiyun Ping thought Yan Feng had co

ing's eyes wasn't the emperor, but a boorish maid who didn't

ented her rage on Cai Qin. "Who is this brazen little servant? Why