It was still a bright night sky dotted with stars, and in the blink of an eye, the night rain in the middle of July fell with a strong wind. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The Zixia Palace where Xu Zhaoyi lived was shrouded in a thick rain curtain, which looked particularly bleak and desolate.

The rain was extremely strong, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and the iron horse under the corridor was not willing to be lonely, making a tinkling sound, which was particularly hideous and far-reaching in the night of heavy rain.

The neatly maintained flower beds in the palace are now a mess, the branches of the old trees have been blown off by the wind and scattered next to the flower beds, and the begonia flowers have fallen into mud and broken into red.

In the pavilion not far from the palace, the chamberlain Xiao Chang held an umbrella made of large bamboo bones and silk depicting a mountain of splashed ink to block the rain that flew obliquely into the pavilion. Under the umbrella, Murong Peng held Murong Xuan's shoulder, and the two brothers stood side by side, looking at the direction of Xu Zhaoyi's Zixia Palace.

Another dazzling flash of lightning tore through the dark night, and a scorched thunder rumbled overhead. With that crisp clicking sound, Murong Xuan's body trembled involuntarily.

Murong Peng hugged him tighter, and his tone was soft and encouraging: "Ah Xuan, a manly man, be brave, what is the storm? Think about how you didn't dare to ride a horse that day, aren't you already galloping on the horse farm now?"

Murong Xuan had tears in her eyes, and her hands wrapped around Murong Peng's waist, looking aggrieved and helpless: "Brother Huang, I'm not afraid of the thunder in the sky, I'm just afraid that I will never see my mother again." ”

"Ah Xuan", Murong Peng squatted down, patted his thin back, and stared in the direction of Zixia Palace: "Do you believe in your mother's character?"

Murong Xuan nodded vigorously and said loudly: "I believe in my mother's concubine's character, and the person who harmed Meng Zhaoyi's mother and son must not be my mother's concubine." ”

"Then you can wait with peace of mind, your mother said today, and those who are clear will clear themselves. You have to believe that the queen mother will definitely return your mother's innocence. On the contrary, you must not worry about the days when you are not by your mother's side. ”

Inadvertently, Murong Peng is no longer the child who was still worried about catching birds and playing last year, and he has faded away from his youthful childhood, whether it is in the court or in the high-ranking cabinet, he has already begun to show his edge.

Today's words to persuade Murong Xuan were all from his heart. When Xiao Chang brought Murong Xuan to him, he had already made the scene in Changchun Palace 1510 clear.

If the woodblock was quenched by Xu Zhaoyi, how could she be willing to be fiddled with by Ah Xuan, and sent by him to Changchun Palace, and slowly taught Meng Zhaoyi to play?

If it is Ah Xuan, he was in the horse farm with him throughout the day, that is, he had no time and no motivation. What's more, it's just a four-year-old child, where does all those scheming and poison come from?

Xu Zhaoyi took off the hairpin to be punished, but Murong Peng didn't believe that she was the black hand behind the scenes, but also looked at the top of King An's mansion. Therefore, he knew that Murong Xuan was full of concern for Zixia Palace, so he braved the rain to take him to the outside of Zixia Palace, and sent people to see Xu Zhaoyi's well.

The icing on the cake is from time to time, and there are a few people who can send charcoal in the snow.

Leaning on her brother's not generous shoulders, although Murong Xuan was small, she also truly felt that love.

He wrapped his arms around Murong Peng's neck, getting closer to his brother. Silent tears rolled down one by one, and he remembered the words of his brother who warned him that the manly husband would shed blood without tears, and the tears on his face were wiped clean by his sleeves.

On this rainy night, the young Murong Xuan understood the fear and forbearance of being separated from her mother for the first time, and she understood the family affection and warmth given by her brother.

In the Zixia Palace, which is a stone's throw away, Xu Zhaoyi only pulled her hair in a simple bun, changed into clothes with light cyan dark lines, and there were no ornaments on her body.

Since returning from Changchun Palace, she has reverently knelt in the small Buddha hall. The white jade statue of the Three Saints of the West was loving and serene, looking down on Xu Zhaoyi's thin figure. She had been there for two hours, and she didn't move.

The palace people couldn't see it, so they brought dinner. Empress Chu did not speak, and Xu Zhaoyi's share was not deducted in the imperial dining room. Seeing that it was still the usual abalone ginseng wings, I was afraid that it was disrespectful to the Bodhisattva, Xu Zhaoyi ordered someone to take it down, and only took a plate of fennel beans boiled in salted water and used a small half bowl of rice.

The simple meal, Xu Zhaoyi is as sweet as food, but her heart is peaceful.

He was grounded, but the palace people who were close to him could go out, Xu Zhaoyi instructed: "Go back and tell the imperial dining room that I am now a guilty body, and I chant scriptures in front of the Buddha, and I only need to send some vegetarian food every day, and I must not be extravagant." ”

The palace people promised to reply, Xu Zhaoyi cleaned his hands, stopped chanting the scriptures, walked to the front of the bookcase on the side and sat down upright, took a copy of the "Diamond Sutra", and carefully copied it.

In case Xu Zhaoyi didn't think about the meeting and did stupid things for a while, Queen Chu originally found a few older grandmothers in the palace to guard her. Now seeing that Xu Zhaoyi's mood is stable, these grandmothers also take turns to go down to eat.

It is also Xu Zhaoyi who treats people generously, and the situation is not clear, although the grandmothers do not talk much to her, they do not fall into the ground, and still treat each other politely.

Xu Zhaoyi copied the "Diamond Sutra", listening to the thunder and the sound of falling rain on the glazed tiles from time to time, and her heart, which was calmer, slowly churned again.

One after another, the thunderstorms in the sky seemed to have been torn apart. The night was getting darker, and the rain was pouring harder. With a season of muffled thunder, Xu Zhaoyi's pen was sluggish, and a drop of ink dotted on the half-page scroll, and a good scripture was in vain.

After all, she couldn't feel at ease, Xu Zhaoyi put down her pen abruptly, pushed open the window, and the rain wrapped in the wind rushed to her face, wetting her flying hair.

Remembering that Ah Xuan was afraid of thunder since she was a child, Xu Zhaoyi felt as if she was being fried in oil. Just because he was grounded in the palace, he was afraid that he would even affect Ah Xuan, and he couldn't even ask.

But I hate Concubine Du in my heart, and I don't know if she gave Ah Xuan this thing to take Ah Xuan's life.

If Ah Xuan had any accidents, she certainly couldn't survive. Because of his mother and son, he lost the lives of Meng Zhaoyi's mother and son, and he was even more sorry for the sisterhood for many years, but he was afraid that he would die and not redeem himself.

Xu Zhaoyi was worried, but she heard a grandmother outside reporting through the curtain: "The third prince sent someone to see Niangniang and asked Niangniang if she had anything to say? Tonight it rains heavily and thunders heavily, and the third prince wants to sleep with the fourth prince. ”

Thinking about the deep brotherhood, even Ah Xuan was afraid of the embarrassing section of thunder, he also said that he knew about Murong Peng. Xu Zhaoyi's eyes were hot, and she endured the fluctuations of her emotions, and replied: "I only ask Mama to come and tell Ah Xuan, so that I can listen to the words of the imperial brother, and then please tell the third prince, I will remember his kindness." ”