"yes, it's still too late for you to go back to your room. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Nan Yue provoked him.

"You don't have to do everything you can to break me up, I'm not going anywhere but here today. Wan Yanmin looked around, and Yun Qingfeng replied lightly.

"Yes! Sick!" Nan Yue went straight into the house, ignoring Yan Min no longer enough.

Wan Yanmin has always liked to see Nanyue angry. Every time she was annoyed, he was inexplicably happy.

Slowly kicked away the weeds under his feet and followed Nanyue into the house.

The house was much cleaner than the courtyard, but it was still very shabby.

The cramped bed seemed to be just big enough for Nanyue's tiny body, and the coarse cloth curtain had faded and whitened. In the center of the room, a screen with missing feet had also been painted, and behind the screen was a more narrow bed with a simple layer of bedding.

By the window is a simple wooden table. Nanyue has already added a bean lamp to the corner of the table, and only the yellowish light on the table, reflecting the stack of gray scrolls on the corner of the table, can add a little warmth to this humble cave.

Nanyue took out a clean futon from the bedside box and laid it out, took an old handkerchief and wiped the floating ash on the wooden chair in front of the table three or two times, impatiently pulled Wan Yanmin to the chair and sat down, and said angrily: "The bed is made, you have to sleep and sit for yourself, I want to go out." ”

"Where are you going so late. The tone was more questioning, not simply asking.

"Naturally, I went to see my eldest brother, he must be sad and die now. ”

"You ......" After Yan Min wanted to say something, she didn't know what to say, Nanyue had already strode out and closed the door tightly.

Wan Yanmin stood up from the chair and looked around at this completely dilapidated room that could be measured in a few steps, and there were thousands of feelings in his heart. Is this where she grew up? The daughter of a dignified prime minister lives in this kind of place that is almost the same as the cave kiln of a village woman in the mountains. Even if she is a concubine, she will not end up with such treatment.

Could it be that she really didn't lie to him, she really wasn't Nan Aotian's biological daughter.

The flames jumped, Wan Yanmin's eyes were sharp, and his gaze fell on the gray paper roll at the corner of the table. At the bottom is a heavy volume bound together, the curled edges revealing a page that has been accidentally scattered, and is a few lines of graceful small print.

Her handwriting is very tasteful, Wan Yanmin remembered the account book that Nanyue copied and revised that day, and subconsciously pulled out the volume and opened it at will, which happened to be the latest page of handwriting.

"May Ding

Today's business in the West Market is disturbed, bad luck, and the person who throws stones and bad things is a red-clothed gentleman, and the next encounter will definitely make him look for teeth all over the ground. Returning late, I was questioned by the ancestral hall, not worrying about Nan Qingxue's serious illness, Nan Aotian wanted me to marry on my behalf, and forced me to give birth to an heir to the emperor in order to consolidate his position in the court. Tomorrow will enter the palace, the road ahead is far unknown, life and death are fateful. The deep palace is a place of right and wrong, and the auspicious is uncertain. Do it and be cautious......"

This is...... What happened on the eve of her entry into the palace...... Wan Yan Minxin frowned, attracted by the emotion of the story, and unconsciously sat on the wooden chair, looking at it carefully.

"Although the road is unknown, I am trembling. But this time you may enter the palace to hunt for treasures in a forbidden place to find traces of your parents. I have made up my mind, except for the eldest brother and Ah Xing, there is no concern in the house. May Xi Niang and my parents bless me, and this trip will be safe. The moon was written on the eve of the wedding. ”

After reading it in one go, I understand many things. It turned out that her thoughts about entering the palace were so complicated.

Nan Aotian also had a good calculation, and he let Nan Qingxue enter the palace that day, I am afraid that it was also the idea of giving birth to a dragon heir as soon as possible. With an emperor and grandson in hand, you can directly set up your stupid emperor in the air, right?

A sneer curled into the corner of Wan Yanmin's mouth, and his gaze fell on the paper roll again.

Roughly flipping a few pages, each page is actually marked with a date, Wan Yanmin hurriedly turned forward again, compared with the back, and found that indeed each sheet has a clear date on it, but the front page can be slightly distinguishable The handwriting is slightly older.

This is...... Her log.

It didn't take much effort to get there, and there were so many mysteries to be solved about this woman.

Page by page I looked down, and gradually entered the country.

"Spring, the first month of Jiayin.

Shaoguang is just right, and the light and shadow are white. The wind is warm and cold, the snow is blown like salt grains, the red plum falls, the ground is white, and the fresh and beautiful are beautiful. In the downtown area with Chuanling, I saw the drooping child protecting his parents' arms, holding left and right, which was envious. Chuanling knows that I touch others and think about myself, and I am not sad. I laughed at it, and I didn't care about it, but my heart flowed down. For more than ten years, Chunxuan didn't know. I didn't complain about God, God had mercy on me. ”

"On the first day of February

Master has been in retreat for half a year and has nowhere to follow. In the past six months, it has been very boring, trying to find traces of my parents, but there are no clues, very depressed, and I can't laugh on the street tricks. Another day, I am afraid that I will go against the will of the master and enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and I must find a way to open the Xuanling Mirror and find the root cause of my life. ”

Master, the Scripture Pavilion, the Xuanling Mirror, what are these things...... In this way, she entered the Linglong Pagoda that day to find treasures related to these things. It seems that she entered the palace to find her life experience, Nanyue was really not born by Nan Aotian, so why did she grow up in Nanfu since she was a child......

Continue to scroll down, and you can see the word parents everywhere.

"In March, I have to leave the house. In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to get the ancient book, which records the secret method of opening the wordless book, try it repeatedly, and the heavenly opportunity finally appears. This wordless book has been studied for 12 years, and it is not possible, and today I finally have a clue, if it were not for the eve of Xi Niang's death, I swore that I would not shed tears in this life, and I cried with joy. However, there is very little valuable material in the book, "the mysterious spirit is covered with dust, and the phoenix tears are wet, and the mirror is revealed", although it is just a few sentences, it has made my heart surge. Everything begins at the end of the millimeter and starts at the micro end, and with this prompt, I will definitely be able to find my biological parents. Daddy, mother, and be patient with me. ”

Wan Yanmin read it word by word, and his heart became more and more uncalm.

"Summer, the end of April

Passing through the ancestral hall today, I didn't have the intention of hearing Nan Aotian and his eldest mother arguing about Nan Qingxue's entry into the palace. can't help but be overjoyed, if the eldest sister is really called into the palace, if she is greeted with two sentences, coaxing her to be happy, or she can take the opportunity to blend into the palace, enter its pagoda, steal its secrets, or find clues to phoenix tears. If I follow suit, I will not be able to reunite with my parents. What a blessing!"

Wan Yanmin turned the pages one by one, and his heart was touched more and more. In this pile of diaries, parents must be mentioned on almost every page, and the feelings of longing are looking for bitterness and hatred to fill the words. What kind of life did she live when she was a child? Even if he is not his own, is the whole of Nanfu reluctant to give even a bit of warmth?

Yue'er, was your childhood more lonely than mine?

Wan Yanmin's heart was filled with a kind of cold and warm intertwined and far from complex things, about to rush to his throat and chest, mixed with the bitterness of remembering his childhood, the pity for Nanyue, and at the same time a kind of vibration and nostalgia for the sadness between the lines.

She smiled so brightly every day, and there was so much bitterness in her heart. And her childhood seems to be much better than her. And his own state of mind is sometimes not as open-minded as the feelings revealed in this handwriting.

hurriedly flipped forward, wanting to see Nanyue's old affairs in Nanfu, but found that this was a recent diary, which recorded nothing more than what happened in the months before she entered the palace. When I was young, I am afraid that I will write it down in other books.

Wan Yan Min closed the log, and his heart was surging.

In this world, there was a person who was so similar to him. This person is none other than his own queen.