Chapter 85 The right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life

There is something in each of us that we don't want to let go, even if it's something that makes us die in agony. We are like this, like the thorn bird of the old Celtic legend, crying blood, vomiting a bloody heart and dying. We have created our own thorns ourselves, and we never count the cost, all we do is endure the pain and tell ourselves that it is worth it. - McCullough, "The Thorn Bird"

The palace has been established for thousands of years, even if Qionglou Yuyu, it is difficult to hide the vicissitudes of life.

Bai An stood in the shadow of the trance in the apse of Chengyuan, and his coherent narration was clear and clear, and the Chengyi Tianzi just listened, his eyes and expression were as silent as death.

The process of meeting the prince was not complicated, and he did not go through the assassination process, let alone know the detours involved, so there is not much he can say.

It's all over in one moment.

So much so that the saliva apse was silent into a deep loneliness.

It's lonely.

Bai An raised his head slightly, his eyes shining on the wrinkled majestic face of the Son of Heaven, and somehow, he realized these three words.

He sighed inwardly.

Chengyi raised his eyes, his gaze lingered on Bai An below, and he sighed invisibly, a trace of sentimentality flashed in his eyes, but it was only for a moment, and the exposed color precipitated again, mixed into a gloomy black.

At this time, the two of them suddenly heard an undulating noise outside the hall, accompanied by some crying.

In a well-disciplined and well-mannered palace, this is a very unusual thing.

It is this unusualness that gives people a sense of foreboding.

He couldn't help but look back at the Son of Heaven behind the table, and sure enough, the aging emperor, his moody face changed color, and even his lips were trembling faintly.

The noise grew louder and closer.

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded coolly outside the hall, echoing as it approached.

The sun hits the dome of the eaves, the hot seeps in from the outside of the window, and falls on the intricate floor tiles, under the light and shadow, the inexplicable coldness is poured into the marrow of people, as if it is an isolated winter.

"Your Majesty—"

The figure swayed in from outside the hall, and with a wail, he threw himself directly on the ground.

The white-haired old man, dressed in the pale blue clothes to be served, lay tremblingly on the floor, his face full of tears.

In today's world, the kneeling ceremony between monarchs and ministers has been abolished in this palace for many years.

But this is an old man.

The old waiter who entered the palace wall at the age of ten was accustomed to the etiquette of kneeling when he was young, and even if he changed it later, when he was extremely excited, he couldn't care so much.

In an instant, the deepest habits buried in the body are revealed.

"Your Majesty—Your Highness the Prince—" The old man choked up and cried, "Go—"

Bai An trembled, the crown prince is dead? He was a little incredulous, and his eyes were full of shock.

How is this possible?!

Isn't the prince still recuperating? Old Man Hong is still there!

In fact, Bai An, who had seen Ji Ming'an's injury, should not be so shocked, he was studying medicine, and he also understood the extent of the prince's serious injury in his heart.

But it's too big!

It is a fact that the crown prince of the Huayi Empire was seriously injured by assassination, but the difference between being rescued and dying is too great.

The former can still be reconciled, but the latter can only be endless!

The impact of the death of the first heir to the Huayi royal family is also too great!

This is not only painful, but also related to Huayi's international status and face.

The issue of the personal safety of the upper echelons, like territorial sovereignty, cannot take a step back, once he shows a little weakness in this matter, Ji Ming'an will definitely not be the last to die this year!

And the consequence of the mass deaths of high-ranking government officials and royal family members is direct civil strife.

Bai Anxin was in a mess, and the conditions were reversed to read the book case after the Son of Heaven.

The old emperor's broad shoulders seemed to collapse in an instant, and he tilted his face with sincerity, one hand covered his eyes, and he was so stiff and silent, his expression half buried in the shadows, like an eternal statue.

Cold, lonely, lifeless.

Bai An was stunned, as if he heard a soulful, mournful sigh.

This is not only an emperor who has lost his heir, but also an elderly father who has lost his son.

Since ancient times, the heavenly family has a thin life, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life.

……

Until Bai An was led out of the palace door by the palace maid waiting in the palace, the dazzling sunlight shrouded him, and he didn't shake his senses.

There was a strange sound on the porch, first a rapid and sharp roar, and then a hoarse and piercing rattle, which crept into the ears of the people in the cold, and only made people excited.

As soon as Bai An looked up, he was facing a snow-white parrot with full feathers, and the guy was standing in a cage with gold and silver under the edge of the porch, his slightly golden wings fluttering, knocking on the cage, looking very excited.

The crown of feathers on its head was erected like a fan, and the golden and brilliant crown feathers all exploded, and the whole bird jumped up and down in horror and uneasiness.

"Little Sunflower, what's wrong?" lifted the hem of the little palace maid who led the way to Bai An, and the beautiful skirt rippled up as softly as water, and floated over like a breeze.

The guy seemed to be a little more honest in an instant because he heard this voice, and he no longer flapped his fan, but he still screamed.

"Little sunflower!" she seemed to be very familiar with the parrot, and gently knocked on the cage, and her soft voice carried a little doting and helpless rebuke: "Don't bark." ”

Parrots".

The parrot raised its neck, and there was a circle of beige fluff on it, as if it were wearing a chain.

Bai An heard footsteps.

I met a woman, a young woman.

She was wearing a white dress that was looking for plums in the snow, a long skirt, plain yarn, and a few points of red plum on the sleeves of her skirt, but it was like bright red blood splashed on ice silk.

Glamorous desolate and dazzling.

This is a woman who will make people only see her at first sight and ignore her face.

When she walked over, she was dressed in a cold incense, with an aggressive extravagance.

Then.

But I heard the parrot cry out, "The prince is gone!

Loud voice!

He could clearly see that the woman stiffened and stopped in place.

The little palace maid in front of the parrot cage was startled, and just wanted to reprimand, but her eyes found the woman in white who stopped not far away.

She was even more frightened, her whole body trembled, and she saluted hurriedly, and her voice was a little panicked: "I've seen Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

Bai An was stunned.

This must be the soon-to-be-married princess of Shake Light.

The crown prince Ji Ming is thinking about it with peace of mind, the sister of the same mother.

"I've seen His Highness Shake Light. He nodded to the woman without saying anything, then hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "... Please mourn ......"

The eyelashes trembled, and the dampness faintly flashed in her eyes, but the next moment, she raised her eyes again, and the obscure water under her eyes disappeared again, but the white and temporary beauty like a double ten girl's face showed a deeper perseverance and solemnity.

She nodded to Bai An and walked past him, as if carrying an overwhelming momentum, her body seemed to carry an extremely heavy and intangible thing, and walked away step by step.

The woman's elegant and gentle back walks very steadily, and her slender and weak waist is straight, extravagant and unbending!

It seems that at that moment, I have experienced a profound baptism and stepped through thousands of vicissitudes.

PS: This chapter is on the phone, and there will be more in the afternoon.