After a watch, the Gong family urged again and again, and Fan Guifei ordered people to set off to return to the palace, and suddenly heard a lot of people's voices, and many people gathered in the direction behind them.

Fan Guifei motioned to the Gong family to inspect, and the Gong family took the order to go, and an elderly maid hurriedly greeted her, gathered herself, and whispered: "Guifei, he is here and wants to see you in private." ”

He? It was he who came. Fan Guifei suddenly realized, hurriedly got into the carriage, and ordered people to set off.

Gong caught up in time and replied: "Noble concubine, the eleventh prince of the Lu Mansion drank a few more cups, fell down the stairs and sprained his ankle. ”

Probably because of the arrival of "him", Fan Guifei was too surprised and didn't take this matter to heart, and only ordered the Gong family to give the wound medicine.

Hurried back to the palace, Fan Guifei sat down in Chongyang Palace, the door of the secret passage opened immediately, and Gong led a person out of the dark secret passage, until he walked to the light, and came to Fan Guifei.

The man wore a loose and delicate brown robe, aged about forty, with a fair face and a beard under his chin, but it did not affect his grace and handsomeness, but added a bit of charm that is rare in men.

The visitor did not salute Fan Guifei, he unceremoniously sat down on the cushion opposite, and unceremoniously picked up the tea set used by Fan Guifei and poured tea.

In the cold palace room, they sat together calmly and chatted and drank tea like old friends who had not seen each other for many years, unrestrained and estranged, even if the two of them had a marriage contract, and the marriage contract was completely broken after the two families became evil.

Fan Guifei looked at him in a daze, and said, "You didn't come to receive the envoy at the attic." Zhao Ji, I thought you would never come to see me again in your life. ”

The person who came was none other than Zhao Ji, the right minister of the Lin'an faction.

"Thirty years in a life, a life is too long." Zhao Yu continued, "I've thought about it for a long time, and what you said may be right. I still remember what you said on the day you left Lin'an, you said that although you were forced to enter the palace to serve the emperor, you did not regret it. ”

"The moment I became a noble concubine, I secretly made up my mind, I will never bow my head and accept my fate, since I can sweep thousands of troops on the battlefield, and why am I afraid of the scheming women in the inner house, I don't regret it because all the torture and humiliation I received in the harem were not inflicted on me by them, but just a catastrophe deliberately set up by God to test the sincerity of a person with aspirations, a full ten years, it took me a full ten years to break free from the shackles of Lin'an, and it took me another five years to plan a qiē, creating a unique Changshan country in history, I boiled out the green silk, After boiling all her face, I have paid the most precious ten years of a woman's life, and I wonder how many women in the world can be like me. Fan Guifei suddenly grabbed Zhao Ji's arm, "My efforts are not in vain, after all, when this day comes, the three thousand wind and rain horses are already in my hands, and the Liyang Qu clan is at my disposal." Zhao Ji, I'm going back to Lin'an, you have to help me. The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and the bright light shining in her eyes made Zhao Ji trance.

"After returning to Lin'an, you only need to give me another five years, and five years ......is enough," Fan continued. In front of this person, Fan Guifei is no longer a strong woman who was majestic and dignified in the previous dynasty and was in her hands, she was still the little girl next door who was smiling and looking forward to it, and she was still a big sword female general galloping in the north and south of the frontier.

She was using her old relationship with Zhao Ji to bet on whether he would help her, and Fan Guifei was looking forward to Zhao Ji's answer. Don't use suspicious people, don't doubt people, Fan Guifei is above employing people, showing the courage and courage of even a man.

She wants to build a new dynasty in five years, which is not easy to say.

Zhao Yu looked at the hand on his left arm, was stunned for a long time, drank the tea silently, and said the word "good" for a long time.

There are hundreds of beautiful trees in the south transplanted in front of the main hall of the shelter, looking at it from afar, the clouds cover the sky, which can be described as a magnificent appearance.

The person on the couch was very sick, and his mouth was full of words: "...... Why? Mother, why ......"

Qu Yi held her hand and stroked her pale forehead, and the burning heat against his palm made him feel sad. The bright candles in the hall are high, and the red tears are flowing for a long time, it should be the candle night of the two of them, but Yuan Lingjun has a high fever and does not go in.

The inner chamber is constantly dripping, and the sound is in the ears.

The retreat to the outer hall were all Fan Guifei's henchmen and inner attendants, so the palace people who were on night duty in the dormitory couldn't help but look impetuous and anxious, they were waiting for the mandate of heaven, and they also silently prayed to the gods, hoping that God would have mercy and let the lord survive this catastrophe safely.

Kunjiao wept and handed the hot water scarf to Qu Yi again.

Today's scene on the castle tower is still shocking to recall at this time. The lord began to be sick last night, and the wind came and went, even if it was an iron beater, he couldn't bear it, but the lord had a strange and stubborn temperament, in order to avoid the suspicion of the concubine, he had been holding on to the sick body, but there were many situations on the way back to the palace, several times he almost fainted and fell, and when he went downstairs, he was in a state of condition, thanks to Lu Gongzi's quick reaction, he grabbed the lord in time to prevent her from stepping on the air and falling, but Lu Gongzi himself fell down, fortunately, there was no big problem, but he twisted his ankle.

Kunjiao wiped her tears, looked at the sky that was gradually opening up outside the door, and her heart tightened, once the sky was bright and the lord was not awake, how could the concubine hide it. Kun Jiaofu looked at Gongzi, after the lord fell ill and collapsed, he fell asleep and fell into a coma, and Gongzi guarded every inch, which was already worrying, and she had no intention of leaking her mouth, and retold what happened last night to Gongzi, and Gongzi was silent until this moment after hearing this, and his face was very ugly.

"Mother, mother......" Yuan Lingjun began to murmur again, beads of sweat the size of beans running down his brow bones.

Qu Yi took the silk scarf and wiped it gently, he was not in a good state after sleepless all night. "I'm sick every time I see you." Qu Yi smiled bitterly and covered Yuan Lingjun's forehead. The fever finally subsided.

Kunjiao twisted the silk scarf and came over, "Son, rest first, the lord has a little maid to serve." ”

Qu Yi shook his head and refused, His Majesty entrusted her to himself, she suffered fatal blows one after another in the palace, he didn't know anything about it in the palace, and when he learned the truth and turned a blind eye, he was even more entrusted by His Majesty.

Seeing her eyelashes fanning slightly, Qu Yi tried to call, "Mingyu." ”

Yuan Lingjun woke up slowly, stared at him for a long time, and asked in a dumb voice, "Is it dawn?" ”

Kunjiao couldn't stop pecking at her head: "It's almost there." ”

She heard that there were early birds chirping outside the window, and Yuan Lingjun's gaze shifted to Qu Yi's hand holding her hand.

Qu Yi smiled and asked, "Are you hungry?" ”

"Hungry, eat pastries." Yuan Ling jumped out neatly.

Qu Yi was stunned, and then laughed, and Kunjiao also burst into tears and laughed, and went out with the maid to prepare breakfast and eat.

Qu Yi helped Yuan Ling to sit up and leaned on his chest.

"Childe, I had a long dream just now." Yuan Lingjun rubbed his fingers and found that there were thin calluses on his fingers.

"What kind of dream is it?" Qu Yi asked.

"It's my biological mother, Feng Shuyuan."

Yuan Lingjun's face sank. In the dream, she walked alone in Hushan, the mountains were full of carmine apricots, her mother kept walking, did not look back, did not speak, she kept running behind her mother, kept chasing, but the distance was a stone's throw away, she couldn't catch up, and finally was so tired that she collapsed on the ground, and when she got up and went to chase again, her mother had disappeared.

How could she dream of her mother?