Feng Ling held the wind lantern and chased the apricot leaves and laughed for a while, until Zhuzhi came into the house and asked her to wash and change clothes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She stripped off her dress in the clean room, and her eyes fell on the old scar on her knee again. Fang Cai's stubbornness with Xingye was more to hide her own panic: the situation she recalled on the stone steps was ethereal after a long time, but the bulge was a masonry, cracked cracks, crescent-like marks, and so conclusive.

She racked her brains to remember who it was, and smashed the stone steps through the cracks, as if remembering the person, she could recall the vague past.

The wind spirit submerged herself in the water, and the slightly hot soup made her feel comfortable being held in her arms, and suddenly another image came to her mind: a pair of warm hands, after that stumble and fall, pulled her up from the stone steps, and gave her comfort like this hot soup, and those hands seemed not much older than her, even immature.

It must not be her brother, she has no evidence, but she can be sure.

"Could it be that you really lived in this palace when you were young? What does it really have to do with the princess who died young? Feng Ling asked himself softly, doubted for a while, and then shook his head to deny the guess he had just popped up: hysteria, probably as Xingye said, hysteria. Since I was a child, I have lived with my father and aunt everywhere, and I have lived in a lot of mansions, and I have lived in this magnificent place.

I'm afraid that it will be a headache to remember again, and the wind spirit shook the water droplets on her hair, wanting to shake off the memory fragments that were entangled in her brain together, but taught her to think of another one:

This seemingly airtight palace is really fast to deliver the news, more powerful than the wine shop and tea shop in the big city, the princess of Runan, it is clearly a matter that the saint said behind closed doors, but the saint, Fu Tanyan, and Bai Yong in the palace have not yet returned to Beijing, but the news has been transmitted back first. I can't complain about the daytime, everyone is weird, I think everyone knows it, and what is "forbidden Chinese". Needless to say, the perpetrators must be those palace people and internal supervisors, and which of the big and small things in the palace can avoid them.

The hot soup was getting colder, Xingye called her outside the clean room, and the wind spirit came out of the bathtub, wiped her wet hair, put on her clothes and went to open the door. Apricot Leaf quickly wrapped a fur coat around her shoulders and went back to the house for her.

"Xingye, you just said that the palace people have rumors, where did you inquire about it?" The Wind Spirit asked suddenly.

Xingye pursed his lips: "Where do you want to go out of your way to inquire, the Zhaoqing Palace, which I only returned yesterday, has already had someone probing my brain outside our hospital." When I went to the kitchen of the dining department to get the lady's food box, I could barely get out of the kitchen, and how many people intercepted me to ask, asking if the lady was really the soul sent by Princess Runan, and also asked the saint if the lady wanted the lady to recognize the ancestor of the heavenly family. ”

She waited and looked at Feng Ling's face, which was not good, and hurriedly comforted: "The days in the palace have been going on for a long time, teaching people is boring, and there are always people who want to take advantage of the waves to make trouble, so there are those who are boring and rushing to talk around, and after a few days, there will be some gossip on the side, and it will stop." But if you want me to say, the lady may really become the princess of the heavenly family, and she will never be humiliated. ”

"Follow Hun and say!" The wind spirit let out a low sigh and stopped the apricot leaf's boundless thoughts. "Xingye, I think you are intimate with me, and I don't hide it from you, and those gossips are not all nonsense, because I often say that I was born like Mrs. Yinghua, and the saint doesn't know what to hear, as if he has the heart to replace me as the princess of Runan."

Xingye was excited, and she was a little incoherent under the huge stimulus, and she couldn't say anything for a while, so she only cared about expressing the excitement in her heart.

The two of them were walking to the front of the house, Feng Ling pulled her into the house, the house was empty, she closed the door casually, and held Xingye's arm waved in excitement: "You calm down first, let me ask you, you have been in the palace for a long time, have you ever seen Princess Runan?" ”

The words of the wind spirit made the apricot leaf feel close, she was used to waiting for people, few people would treat her like this, the character of the apricot leaf was different from the bamboo branch, she had already decided that the wind spirit was the main, how could there be a selfish intention.

"I don't hide it from you, when I entered the palace, this Zhaoqing Hall has been closed for more than three or two years, and the saint did not allow anyone to remove the layout in the palace. I was still young at the time, and I didn't remember much, but the grandmother who led me was in charge of the quilt decoration in the Zhaoqing Palace, and she had to change the new one every year, from the old skirt to the present. ”

Xingye glanced Feng Ling up and down a few times, and pointed to the clothes on her body: "It's not me who bluffs you, these dresses on your body were originally prepared for Princess Runan, and it's just right to teach you to wear them." ”

"I'm never scared of that, you go on." The wind spirit tugged at the silk silk on his chest disappreciatively.

"In the first two years, the saint was very eccentric, not only maintaining the Zhaoqing Palace, but also ordering people to go to Jiangnan Road several times, as if he was looking for someone. Grandma mentioned it and said that the saint ...... The grief of those two years was too much, somewhat, some conjecture, and the palace people privately said that Mrs. Yinghua and Princess Runan returned to Jiangnan...... In short, after a few years of building the Zhaoling Tomb, Fang built the tomb of Princess Runan. ”

The words behind it, it is dangerous to say it, Xingye originally just wanted those words to rot in the stomach, but now that he said it, he made up his mind to say it all, approached Feng Ling, and whispered.

"Grandma has been in Zhaoqing Hall for a long time, and she has rummaged a lot, so she knows something and has said some strange things." Xingye frowned, and also tried her best to dig out the long-forgotten past in her mind: "It is said that the princess in the Zhaoqing Palace is not dead, just because the saint loves her very much, and the queen is the first ...... Unwilling to compete with the princess and princess in front of the saint, he quietly sent her out while the saint's northern expedition had not returned, saying that she died of a sudden illness. The palace people in the palace said that they were afraid that the saint would be sad and let them out, but in fact, they all wiped out. ”

Speaking of this, Feng Ling nodded secretly in her heart, Amanpo was originally the queen's close attendant, and Xingye's statement was basically the same as what she said, it can be seen that Xingye's grandmother is an insider, thinking of this, she hurriedly asked: "That grandma is still in the palace now?" Where is the errand? ”

Xingye was stunned, and smiled bitterly, "Grandma has no defense, and her suspicions are getting worse, so she will say those words to the palace people in the same room to refer to it together, who expected that in a few days, a room of palace people are gone, I was young at that time, and I have not been implicated, so I have nothing to do, I just heard from others, they were all let out, and now I want to ......"

"I went with the palace people who served Princess Runan in Zhaoqing Palace." Feng Ling coldly opened the caliber and broke it directly, Xingye unconsciously shuddered, a chill quickly swam around her, and her face changed.

Feng Ling patted her on the shoulder and said comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, you should not have said these words, I should have never heard them." In the future, if there is any danger or difficulty, just talk to me, let's think together. ”

Xingye nodded in agreement, cheered up again, wiped dry her wet hair for Feng Ling, spread the quilt for her, and sent her to the inner room to rest. Before leaving the inner room, Xingye paused his hand to tie the curtain, turned his head and said to Feng Ling: "The inner garden of the deep palace is a place where people don't spit out bones, Xingye really doesn't want the lady to be the princess of Runan, so that she can have a chance to leave this place in the future." ”