At that time, under the sycamore tree in the courtyard, the figure of Pingting looked up at the moon, and her expression was full of melancholy. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Lin Jianzhi paced out, disturbing the Fanghua girl, the girl's purse in the sleeve quietly fell to the ground, was picked up by Lin Jianzhi, and glimpsed the purse embroidered with the word "Yiren".

That night, Lin Jianzhi forced Yan Xinmei, watching her tremble and beg in his arms, Lin Jianzhi felt a joy that he had never felt before. The next day, Lin Jianzhi knocked on the side and told Lin Yiren about the events of last night, and sure enough, Lin Yiren instantly turned pale and crumbling.

The wonderful feeling of humiliating Lin Yiren was completely beyond Lin Jianzhi's imagination, so Lin Jianzhi indulged in playing with Yan Xinmei's bed every night, watching her panic, tears, fear, and despair, and his heart was filled with a hearty and comfortable feeling.

Until one day, Lin Jianzhi accidentally learned that the purse embroidered with the word "Yiren" was intentionally given to Yan Xinmei when Gu Liuying sent Xiang'er to the Prince's Mansion to deliver snacks.

Lin Jianzhi suddenly realized that Gu Liuying intended to use his negative actions to install a companion girl in the prince's mansion who would always be loyal to the prince's mansion, but the queen mother and himself only cared about the momentary speed, almost ignoring the conspiracy and deceit that did not exist all the time in the court.

Lin Jianzhi has always been quick to do things, so naturally he will not let Gu Liuying be satisfied. He drove Yan Xinmei into the firewood room, and revealed Gu Liuying's design of Yan Xinmei to Lin Yiren. A fierce quarrel broke out in the Tongxi Palace, and Yan Xinmei was also angry and dying in the prince's mansion.

Lin Jian's ambition is full of pride, and he is overjoyed. Although Gu Liuying is vicious and ruthless, and Lin Yi is scheming, this mother and son are still not his opponents Lin Jianzhi, and Yan Xinmei, he only needs to send someone to push her into the lotus pond in Qingqiu Courtyard, and everything will be perfect.

Many years later, Lin Jianzhi was grateful for the moonlight that night, allowing him to see Yan Xinmei's eyes clearly, clear, quiet, gentle, and pure.

"A-Jing......" Yan Xinmei lay on the edge of the lotus pond, panting slightly, "A-Jing, we have never been separated for so long...... I've embroidered a handkerchief for you, right under the pillow, don't always wipe your sweat with your sleeve, it'll make people laugh......"

"A-Jing ......" Yan Xinmei tried to stretch out her hand to Lin Jianzhi, and the arm was stained with blood.

Lin Jianzhi was a little stunned at first, but then understood that Yan Xinmei recognized herself as Qi Jing in a trance.

"Ajing, I miss you very much, I miss the prince very much...... This time, I'm afraid that the prince will have to suffer for himself......" Yan Xinmei's voice became lower and lower, lower and lower.

Just when Lin Jianzhi thought that Yan Xinmei would faint to death, the pale face with tears suddenly rose slowly, and a touching smile bloomed at him, "Ah Jing, I'm fine, don't be sad with you and the prince, the prince treats me very well...... Xiao Yao on the next street has always liked you, she is a good girl, you ...... Don't worry me ......"

Yan Xinmei seemed to be exhausted, and bent down again, motionless, like a withered flower under the moonlit night. Lin Jianzhi looked at Yan Xinmei's figure, and her starry smile was always circling in his mind.

"The prince treats me very well......"

Yan Xinmei wanted Qi Jing to believe this, so she showed that smile that was brighter than the moonlight.

A noisy night, the people in the house rushed into the Qingqiu Courtyard, and after seeing Lin Jian, they immediately knelt down and bowed non-stop.

Lin Jianzhi learned that the housekeeper was going to sink Yan Xinmei into the pond, but when he came, he found that she was nowhere to be found, and he was looking around, but he didn't expect Yan Xinmei to climb to the lotus pond by herself.

Seeing the noise of his subordinates, Lin Jianzhi felt tired of it, so he walked away from Qingqiu Courtyard.

The night breeze was breezy and cool as water, and there was the sound of people dragging and kicking Yan Xinmei behind him, Lin Jianzhi only felt troubled in his heart, and his steps became faster and faster.

Plop!

Lin Jianzhi stopped suddenly, and the sound of falling water seemed to hit his chest violently, bringing a heavy feeling of dullness.

The subordinate hurriedly retreated, and there was no sound in his ears, but Lin Jianzhi seemed to hear the sound of the gurgling water under the lotus pond, and felt the coldness of the flowing water sliding through his fingertips.

Lin Jianzhi closed his eyes, was silent for a moment, and suddenly desperately wanted to see that touching smile again, bright and clean, just for him to shine.

So, Lin Jianzhi called his subordinates loudly and rescued Yan Xinmei from the water. Watch them squeeze the stagnant water out of her belly, watch her vomit and wheezing in pain and struggle, watch the maidservants busily pour her ginger soup back and forth, watch her be carried into the lower room in a groggy state.

In the middle of the moon, Lin Jianzhi returned to Wujue Pavilion, took off his clothes and prepared to go to bed, only to find that he was already sweating through his heavy clothes.

For the next few days, Yan Xinmei remained unconscious, and Lin Jianzhi asked her to move her into the Wujue Pavilion, caressing her cold cheeks every night, and calling her name over and over again.

"Heart plum...... Xinmei ......"

When Yan Xinmei woke up, what she saw was Lin Jianzhi's eyes full of pity. But thousands of miles of ice, snow and wind gluttony, Lin Jianzhi's approach will only make her scream in fear.

Lin Jianzhi hugged Yan Xinmei tightly, letting her struggle and bite, leaving only the peerless smile that bloomed in the moonlight that night in his heart...... Yan Xinmei, a gentle and pure woman, eventually became Lin Jianzhi's favorite woman, but she never showed a smile to him.

Lin Jianzhi often wonders, which side is the final winner in the contest between him and Gu Liuying and Lin Yiren this time?

Gu Liuying successfully inserted Yan Xinmei'an into the Prince's Mansion, but the estrangement from her son Lin Yiren was deepening, so she naturally couldn't be considered a winner. I got Yan Xinmei's body, but I couldn't get her heart, and I also buried hidden dangers for the future, and I don't seem to be a winner. It is said that in this game, Lin Yiren was not only humiliated, but also competed with Qin Guifei, who favored the harem, and everyone knew that they were losers, no matter how they looked at it, Lin Jian still felt that Lin Yiren seemed to have won something. For example, the royal brothers and sisters seem to have gotten closer to the Linyi, and the ministers have a little more awe for the Linyi in their private conversations.

The royal brothers and sisters have always been friendly with the Lin Yi people, thinking of ways to let him relax and relieve his boredom, Lin Jianzhi can still understand, but he doesn't understand why the Lin Yi people, who have never been with the ministers, will be recognized in this competition.

Soon, Wuxiang's understatement solved the confusion in Lin Jian's heart.

"Prince, in the opinion of his subordinates, this person who dares to attack the prince and Qin Guifei at the same time in the whole world, except for the emperor and King Xuan, I am afraid that there will be no third person. ”

Lin Jianzhi was silent for a long time, and finally he was speechless.

In order to prevent her mother and grandfather from noticing Yan Xinmei's existence, Lin Jianzhi only took good care of her in the house, and did not mention anything to her outside. But there was no impermeable wall, and after a long time, the queen mother still heard about his pampering of the maidservants of the palace of the king.

All kinds of reproaches swept in like a storm, and Lin Jianzhi knew that if he wanted to protect the beautiful woman like a water lily in the crook of his arm, he needed to compromise, so he agreed to choose the crown princess according to the wishes of the queen mother.

Soon, all kinds of beautiful portraits were sent to the prince's mansion. In the courtyard, Lin Jian Cao hastily flipped through the portraits, and saw a woman named "Ling Xinmei" on one of the paintings.

Lin Jianzhi chuckled lightly and said to Yan Xinmei, who was sitting quietly under the shadow of the tree, "You see, there is a person with the same name as you, but there is no trace of your aura. ”

Yan Xinmei was still sitting, silent.

That's how the two of them get along, he talks, she doesn't say anything.

"This person," Lin Jianzhi pulled out a portrait of a woman, "Her name is Song Qingyao, she is the granddaughter of Song Yu, the secretary of the Ministry of War, she will become the crown princess in the future, I will arrange for you to stay away from her when I go back, there are few daughters of those big families." ”

After that, Lin Jianzhi continued to look down and read the portraits, and the picture scrolls were thrown to the ground one by one, making a rattling sound.

"Prince ......" voice is as light as a falling flower.

Lin Jianzhi's body stiffened, and he turned his head to look at Yan Xinmei. She was calling him, and it was the first time since that moonlit night.

Yan Xinmei hung her head, her slender fingers twisted the handkerchief, and her curved eyelashes cast a shallow arc under her eyes, "Prince...... Maybe give Xinmei a name?"

Lin Jianzhi looked at Yan Xinmei for a long time, and finally took a deep breath, "No." ”

The branches were swaying lightly, the falling flowers were colorful, Yan Xinmei no longer spoke, and only the pale sky outside the courtyard wall was left in her eyes.

Lin Jianzhi was gloomy for a moment, and walked away.