246: Stood for the night

Today's incident started vigorously and ended hastily, and finally ended with Xuan Ye being injured and escaping.

The regent Xiao Yan and the imperial businessman Ji Feixiu, these two glanced at each other and exchanged glances, hiding a little suspicion in their hearts, but they did not reveal their voices on the surface.

And Chu Liumu and Jingci both looked at Zhou Yanqing with blank eyes.

Zhou Yanqing: "......"

shrunk her small body behind Uncle Huang, she was not afraid of real knives and guns, but she was really a little overwhelmed by this weird atmosphere.

It's weird.

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Until the dust settled, Zhou Yanqing still looked like he was in the clouds when he returned to the palace.

Many people are confused about these things that happened today, and Zhou Yanqing thought about it for a long time, but he had no clue.

At night, she asked Liang Wen to the villain as usual, and after falling asleep with sweaty exhaustion, the monk came here quietly.

He stood next to the dragon bed and saw a pair of Qing Lingling's eyes.

Liang Wenxin put his arm around Zhou Yanqing's shoulder, blinked his eyes, and looked at Jingci with a sober expression.

But Jingci seemed to ignore him, just looked at Zhou Yanqing like this, and stood here for a night, until dawn, when he came out of Zichen Palace, he saw the dewy national teacher Chu Liumu.

The two glanced at each other, and invariably staggered their gaze.

Half a day. It was Chu Liumu who spoke first.

"Yan Yan is Zhou Jin, when you were in a coma for a long time, it was the enthronement ceremony. Extrapolate from the timeline. When Yanyan fell off the cliff, it was likely that she was taken away by Zhou Wenyuan's people, and she immediately held the enthronement ceremony before her injuries healed, and she had an accident at the enthronement ceremony. ”

Jingci looked in a trance, and asked rhetorically: "At the enthronement ceremony back then, do you know where the person who shot at her came from." ”

"I don't know for the time being, it is suspected that the Empress Dowager Xiaoxian, and the mother concubine Rong Jia, but it doesn't seem to be like it, it may be a third-party force who has not shown up before. ”

Jingci was unusually silent.

Half a day.

"Liumu, you said that Liang asked Xin, what kind of luck is he called. ”

Chu Liumu was stunned for a moment, and then turned around with a stiff face.

Jing Ci sighed.

Chu Liumu: "......"

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Zhou Yanqing had a dream, that dream happened in the cold palace, she was babbling, and she had just been able to walk. But the mind is not a child after all, but the body is too young.

Her biological mother, Concubine Rong, forced her to practice calligraphy, she was born rebellious, and the more Concubine Rong forced her, the more unwilling she was.

Concubine Rong set her off, and she was covered in bruises.

She was very young at the time, and when she was dying, there was a young man, a few years older than her, but he was like the stars and the moon.

The child healed her, smiled at her, cared for her.

In the dream, she was thinking, life is not easy, but there is always goodwill, even if it is cold and deep, there is a touch of light and warmth.

This is a warm and happy dream that touches her heart.

After waking up from the dream, Zhou Yanqing turned over, she faced Liang Wenxi, and her fingertips followed the tail of his eyebrows, outlining his outline.

The young man who looks like morning light in his dream is very similar to Wenwen, his appearance is almost the same, but his personality and temperament are very different.

Zhou Yanqing thought for a long time before saying to herself: "It turns out that we have known each other a long time ago. You weren't like that then, and I was still young. ”

"Xiangxiang ......"

The sleeping little fool grunted, then hugged her tightly.

Following.

"What did you say?"

In the imperial study, Zhou Yanqing looked at the monk who was there with a confused expression.

The monk took off his blood-gold robe, wore a snow-white monk's robe, and the demon pestle, which usually never left his body, did not know where to go, and he looked alone.