Chapter 223: Leaving the capital

An Ping had already woken up when Han Xiang was talking in the small building, and he looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Last night, in the fog, he seemed to see his mother.

Anping was not raised in front of the crown princess since he was a child, but in front of his biological mother, after all, his biological mother was favored, and the princess was generous and didn't care about so many rules, so she left him in front of her biological mother.

Anping's impression of the crown princess, the mother concubine, has always been gentle and detached, and she is not embarrassed by the people of the East Palace when she asks her on weekdays, although the biological mother has told her several times to stay away from the crown princess, saying that she will harm them if she has a child, An Ping has always been unimpressed.

An Ping remembered that once he was carrying his biological mother on his back and sneaked to the rockery to play without telling his subordinates, and accidentally fell down from it.

The kind that did not have the slightest hesitation, An Ping often thought later that if the crown princess was really as his biological mother said, she could sit idly by, so many palace people watched, it was he who fell, and it had nothing to do with anyone.

In the end, the crown princess's right arm was dislocated, but he was unharmed.

The biological mother said that it was the crown princess's means to win over her father, but An Ping thought that the Xiao family had supported her father's current status in the court, so why did the princess bother to do a bitter trick to win over the prince.

Anping didn't care, and it wasn't until that incident happened later that the biological mother really believed that not all women were like her.

Anping remembered that day, his father went to the Liuli River to control the water, and on the way back to Beijing, someone in the court reported his father's handwritten letter, saying that his father colluded with Nanzhao and intended to rebel.

The father was executed on the way, and the Xiao family was imprisoned.

When everyone was stunned by such news, the crown princess called the prince's concubines to her.

An Ping clearly remembered that day, the crown princess looked at him and his three younger brothers, and asked them with a calm face: "It won't be long before there will be a forbidden army surrounding the East Palace, the mother concubine is incompetent, she can only protect one of you, the future world will be difficult, from now on you will no longer be a member of the Zhou royal family, no one can protect you anymore, are you afraid?" ā€

Anping was only nine years old at the time, and he had never thought about being afraid, and he didn't know what it was to be afraid.

When waiting for the crown princess to ask them to make a choice, Anping saw his biological mother begging bitterly, kneeling on the ground and not repenting of her past mistakes, and only begging the princess to protect herself, Anping only felt that his spine was bent at that time, and he couldn't straighten it up.

The other side concubines were also crying, and the younger brothers were also frightened, and followed by kowtowing and crying in front of the crown princess.

The crown princess calmly looked at herself standing aside.

"Qi Zhen, do you want to leave?" The crown princess shouted her own name, not her name.

An Ping looked at everyone in the hall, the young brother, the biological mother who cried bitterly, and the crown princess who had always been calm.

"Mother, the retainer stays."

The crying and scolding of the biological mother and the gratitude of the side concubines, in Anping's opinion, could not match the relieved look in the eyes of the crown princess at that time.

"Come on, send the eldest prince away, in this life, if you have a breath, you are not allowed to return to Beijing." The crown princess commanded.

At that time, the crown princess didn't want him to take revenge, she just wanted to save his life, maybe for her father and for the husband and wife.

Later, he learned that the dead soldiers were not arranged by his father, but arranged for the crown princess by the county lord of Jinzhao, that is, the princess's aunt, when the crown princess got married.

When he knew that those dead soldiers could protect her to leave safely, but she gave herself such an opportunity, Anping couldn't sleep peacefully for many days and nights.

What a pain it must be to burn oneself in flames.

But as long as he has a breath, how can he not return to Beijing, how can he not take revenge!

After leaving Beijing, he couldn't escape, and the dead soldiers who protected him fell one after another, and he narrowly saved his life, so he did nothing and lived secretly for two years.

Until last night, he vaguely saw his mother again.

Just like the gentleness when he was in the East Palace, there is also a caring look.

At a glance, it was as if the drifting ship had found a harbor, and that feeling of peace of mind had not been seen in two years, and he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he heard a soft voice talking to Xiao Lou.

The more the voice sounded, the more it looked like the mother's, and Anping was a little stunned and thought, could it be that the concubine got out?

When the person turned around, the arrangement found out that where was the mother concubine, but there were some shadows of the mother between the eyebrows, but it looked like the mother concubine at all.

Anping hadn't seen Xiao Hanqiong, so he didn't recognize her, and he didn't understand how he recognized her as his mother last night.

Hanxiang watched Anping wake up, smiled softly, and asked, "When did you wake up, are you hungry?" ā€

As soon as she opened her mouth, An Ping felt that she was like a concubine, and nodded in a daze, Han Xiang sat down in front of the bed, reached out to his forehead, and felt his body temperature before relieving himself.

Han Xiang's hand was soft, and that familiar feeling came to his face, especially when he was close at this time, Anping felt even more familiar.

Xiaolou saw An Ping wake up at this time, happily crawled to the side of the bed, and chirped: "Brother Anping, it was this sister who saved you, she is amazing......"

Xiaolou was still chattering, Han Xiang interrupted her, and then said: "Xiaolou girl, you have been busy all morning, you are hungry, I let the kitchen stew some food, you go and use some." ā€

Xiao Lou sighed, she was really a little hungry.

Those things will only be sent by someone, Han Xiang said this, just spending the small building.

After waiting for Xiaolou to go out, Han Xiang turned her face to look at An Ping, she didn't plan to hide it from him, now her situation can't protect him, Fu Jiashan is not a place to stay for a long time, and it is not certain whether Zhou Su will come in the future.

If you look at the mask on An Ping's face, it is not difficult to find.

Last night, because of falling into the water, there was nothing unusual about his pale face, if he was usually better, his face was still pale and pale, Fu Jiashan would definitely find out.

He doesn't necessarily know Anping, but Zhou Su does, in case Zhou Su comes one day and recognizes Anping, Hanxiang doesn't want to take this risk.

Hanxiang didn't know what he was going back to Beijing for, and now he had to figure out his purpose first.

Han Xiang stretched out his hand to uncover his human skin mask on his face, and after watching him reveal his true face, he found that the youth and immaturity on his original face had faded, and only the two marks left by the eyebrows because of the frequent wrinkles could see that this was not the vicissitudes of his age.

Anping opened his eyes wide in surprise, looked at Han Xiang in disbelief, and saw Han Xiang then said calmly: "Anping, leave the capital and go to find your Uncle Qi Wang." ā€

ps: That's right, the turning point is coming, the important people are coming, scatter flowers~

Thanks to the chubby double peace charm, Momoda. (To be continued.) )