"Is there anything wrong with her, Lord?"

"Yin Tongzhi's death is full of suspicions, and his arbitrary decision to charge him is detrimental to His Majesty's wisdom. Now that our people have returned to Baling to report the news, your concubine will soon learn the news, and I will let you go back because there will be the duty of the king's ministers to envoy the kingdoms and protect their lives, and only you can do it. As for the sovereign, all the secret guards are in place, and the sovereign is safe for the time being, but we do not rule out that some spirits in the court are obstructing it, so we still have to be extra vigilant. Qu Yi raised his forehead, looked at Fan Xin, and continued, "There is a princess who admonishes her, and now she has escaped from the edict and is detained in the Tianhu Villa, and the child is fine. ”

"Yes, I understand."

Back to the bedroom, Fan Xin did not feel sleepy, he sat on the couch for a night, thought about it all night, and on the fourth watch of the next day, he took a sword and quietly walked out of the guest house. He knew where he was going and what he was doing, so he didn't hesitate to hit the road.

Seeing that the figure gradually disappeared into the night, Fu Piao, who was sitting on the roof, curled his lips, and immediately jumped down and walked to a window: "Childe, he has entered the city." ”

When the city gate opened, Fan Xin arrived just in time and chose the closest guest house to the villa in the city to stay. He made plans to travel tonight. This is a deliberate decision he has made, and he only hopes that there will be no regrets.

Fan Xin slept in the guest house for most of the day. In the morning, I spent many hours figuring out the specific route, and returned to the inn to stay, and I had woken up once at noon, and then I had lunch, and then I lay down and fell asleep again, and when I opened my eyes again, the street was already dark, and occasionally there were people passing by with lights.

Fan Xin put on black clothes and jumped out of the window. The movements are swift and sensitive, and it is extremely difficult for ordinary martial artists to detect.

He walked through the official houses in Lizhong, walked for about half an hour, and out of the concentration area in Lizhong, a river lay in front of him, Fan Xin went up to the embankment, and when he walked to a high wall, he looked around, and then climbed the wall tile and jumped in.

There were many guards on patrol, all with spears and knives, and they were ready to fight. I thought it would be easy to find, but the roof on Fan Xin happened to be Yuan Lingjun's residence.

Yuan Lingjun sat under the lamp in the corridor, with one hand on his jaw and the other hand playing with the puppet, playing happily alone, really not like a person who was grounded and lost his freedom. But the guards and maidservants on all sides were indeed surrounded by water.

After the maid came and urged repeatedly, she pushed away the puppet and walked into the house.

Xu was asleep, the lights in the house were still on, but the maids withdrew one by one. Fan Xin easily avoided the guards and climbed onto the beams in the cloister. The patrol team left, and he sneaked into the house through the window like a black cat. Yuan Lingjun did fall asleep, his snoring was soft and even, and it seemed that he was sleeping well.

The lights outside let in a little, outlining a hazy figure. She lay quietly on her side on the low couch in front of the window, and did not like to kick off the bedding as usual.

She flipped over, and Fan Xin was startled. Seeing that she didn't wake up at all, she was relieved, and gently picked up her exposed hand and put it back into the futon. Her lower abdomen bulged visibly, and I heard that it was five months old and the child was slowly growing.

Fan Xin raised her bright eyes in the dark night. Needless to say, he was happy at this moment, and all the gloom in his life seemed to be dispelled by a strange light, as if, life had become complete, and the concern in the future was no longer his mother alone, and this child who was related to his blood.

Looking at Yuan Lingjun's calm and emaciated face, Fan Xin felt extremely guilty again. He brushed away the shredded hair that covered her eyelids and lifted the bedding.

He had to evacuate before the patrol team could come. Hopefully she can take care.

When he left the city the next day and returned to the guest house, Qu Yi was standing on the stone steps of the courtyard with his hands in his hands. He seemed to expect that he would go out, and that he would come back at this time.

"Childe, the minister is leaving, what else do you command?"

Qu Yi turned around and entered the house without a sound. Fan Xin followed.

Qu Yi gave him the sealed mailbox: "Give this book to your concubine, she knows what to do." ”

Fan Xin took it, waved his hand and said, "Childe, I'm going." ”

"Please take care."

Such days are long and torturous for everyone.

The willows outside the wall turned green, and Yuan Lingjun suddenly realized that time had passed inadvertently. She asked the maid, and the maid said that it was February, and Lin'an was already a spring city.

She couldn't remember when she had been here. Yuan Ying allowed her to move around the villa at will, which was already very kind, but she was extremely uncomfortable with the rough food, and her appetite became very poor since she was pregnant, and she was very picky about her diet, even if she forced herself to eat, she was still very thin from time to time.

She questioned it and resisted, but the food got worse and worse every time. Later, from the conversation of the maid, she learned that Princess Yang Zhai lived here, and she knew who was behind the trouble.

Yuan Ling was no longer noisy, and her sudden silence and increasingly strange behavior made the maids feel incredible. Because she lives a very leisurely life every day.

She is immersed in singing neologisms and raising cranes, occasionally blowing the flute, and when she is in a good mood, she also teaches the palace people the skills of making tea and brewing wine, and over time, those palace people who have seen her often come to chat with her, or ask for some skills, see her being replaced by the eldest princess, secretly send her pastries and delicacies, and the old palace people will tell her stories, such as the origin of the Tianhu Villa, which palace concubines used to live here, and point to the corresponding hall to her.

The story of the old palace people is almost told, Yuan Lingjun was so bored that she went to those vacant halls to take a turn, she saw the dormitory where her biological mother Feng Shuyuan lived when she was pregnant with her, and also saw the place where her adoptive mother Fan Guifei once lived.

Today, she pushed open the Feilan Palace, which was popular with Mrs. Mulan. Unlike other palaces, either extravagant or simple, every qiē here exudes a new atmosphere. The palace people said that the fire burned down the entire hall that year, and later re-established it on the ruins, and the qiē in the new hall is still as it was when the lady was alive, and even the hairpin ornaments she loved to use during her lifetime were copied as they were. It's hard to imagine that her father's affection for a person is so deep.

I took a silver four-butterfly step in the makeup and shook it, and pressed it down was a silk silk, which read: Who said that he covered the song fan, and turned it into a white-headed chant.

"It's my father's handwriting." Yuan Lingjun was amazed, put it back in place, and became curious, rummaging around in the makeup, but didn't find any interesting tricks.

Yuan Lingjun sighed for a while, and saw a red tangled sachet, bulging and swollen, she leaned under her nose and sniffed, there was no smell at all, and after a closer look, she realized that it was not a sachet.

She took apart the silk thread and took out a ball of silk cloth, which must have been strange in the layers of wrapping. Quickly dismantled and looked, there was a white jade the size of a little finger lying on the silk cloth, the jade color was excellent, but it was a broken corner.

Inexplicably familiar, she seems to have seen it somewhere.