Go to Lin'an, that's your real point of no return. Fan Guifei said.

Yuan Lingjun closed his eyes and grabbed a few strands of green silk restlessly. Her mind was still coiled with the words that Fan Jiang said in the Hall of Hande.

After the edict was issued, she read it in public, and in three days she would leave for Lin'an to congratulate her, this matter was already undoubted, after the ministers withdrew, the door of the hall of Hande Hall was closed, Fan Jiang privately told her the views of Lin'an's trip, and she laughed at it.

Lonely in the middle of the night, it is inevitable that she will think a lot, and when she thinks about it at this time, what Fan Jiang said made her difficult to let go.

"The king, the concubine is thinking about you. Why don't you think about it, the Xu family advocates weakening the princes, it is to take the lead in taking Changshan, and the king personally goes to the Hajj, which is undoubtedly a sheep into the mouth of the tiger. As long as the king refuses, the mother has thousands of ways to solve it. Fan Guifei said sternly.

It was like a spell recited by a sorcerer, and it kept echoing in my ears, and the original spirit couldn't sleep for a long time.

"No, she didn't hesitate to stop me from going to Lin'an in order to control me." It's definitely not what Fan Jiang said, Yuan Lingjun thought to himself. Hitting his forehead with his hand, he chewed what Fan Jiang said repeatedly, still not believing the princess - her eldest sister and the future empress would really take this opportunity to get rid of her as the monarch said, Yuan Lingjun thought that the princess was weak and affectionate, and at most she took herself hostage to achieve the purpose of balancing Changshan.

Fan Jiang tried every possible way to dissuade her from going, so she had to go to Lin'an. This kind of rebellion of teenagers with different moods is joyful and willing.

Staying in Baling and going to Lin'an, both are dead ends.

Yuan Lingjun opened his eyes widely, his fingers holding Fei Qiongji, rubbing back and forth. This is a habit she has recently developed, whenever she meditates or forbears, she will involuntarily touch this ring, as if it is a kind of spiritual sustenance.

"Kunjiao come in!" Yuan Lingjun shouted and sat up from the couch. There was a shrill voice accompanied by hoarseness.

"Lord, the little maid is here." Footsteps poured in.

There was silence in the inner room, and the flames in the brass crane candlestick jumped in the air. Yuan Lingjun suddenly thought of the scene of the coup d'état in Lin'an.

The people who came in were Kunjiao, and Fan Xin who was outside.

Yuan Lingjun sat on the edge of the couch with his sleeves down, and glanced at Fan Xin lightly. As long as Fan Jiang holds power for one day, she will never want to get rid of this person.

She ignored the existence of outsiders, and said mischievously and with a little seriousness: "I returned safely from Lin'an, and it is inevitable to fight with your concubine." ”

Kunjiao's eyes widened, and she hurriedly knelt down in front of her: "Lord, don't say any more." Kunjiao means that Fan Xin is here, he is the eyeliner arranged by Fan Guifei, how can the lord be honest with his thoughts.

Yuan Lingjun brushed away Kunjiao's hand and stared at Fan Xin: "When I come back from Lin'an, I will kill your Fan family and kill you again." Even if you go and tell your concubine, it's best not to miss a word, so that she can understand my Yuan Lingjun's determination as soon as possible. ”

Her life is providential, and her death is fate.

Fan Xin nodded numbly and was silent, there was not a trace of undulating ripples in his eyes, and he didn't care about himself.

"Lord." Kunjiao couldn't bear it, and grabbed the sleeve of the monarch and cried loudly.

Three days later, King Changshan finally set off to Beijing.

The red maple is like blood, the yellow leaves are flying, and the late autumn adds a bit of gloom. Even so, it was uncontrollably hot.

Zhen Chuanting took a sweat towel to save the sweat, and looked up, Lu Yaoxue over there was leisurely shaking the pu fan. Young people are just good, and they are fine in the scorching sun.

"It would be nice for the king to leave the palace." Lin Zhen said, "But I still regret it, even if I died, I should try my best to dissuade Your Majesty." It's not bad to be Princess Fan for the rest of your life, or let her stay away from Concubine Fan. ”

Zhen Chuanting pondered Lin Jin's words, and the king drove the guard of honor out of the palace gate, leisurely and beautiful, and the horses were singing and Xiaoxiao, which was very majestic and magnificent.

Zhen Chuanting reined in the restless horse: "I understand what Ming Gong means, it is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish." Concubine Fan meets all the requirements of the lord, but once she leaves the wings of Concubine Fan, she is nothing and must rely on Concubine Fan to survive. ”

"It used to be."

Lin Jin's eyes were shining, and without waiting for Zhen Wangshi to speak, he kicked the horse forward. "Changshan Hall is here." The prime minister greeted him, and the rest of the people rode their horses to follow.

In the midst of the guard of honor, a small column of men and horses came out and came this way.

Lu Yaoxue fanned the wind carelessly, thinking about his thoughts, the coachman's "hmm" disrupted his thoughts, Lu Yaoxue was indignant, and the coachman hurriedly pointed to the official road behind him.

Lu Yaoxue glanced back, rolled her eyes, and said, "It's not weird!" ”

Fan Ying grabbed his robe and dismounted in stirrups, and stood side by side with him: "Eleven Lang came to send the lord?" ”

"The king travels, and the officials greet and see me off, and I am still ranked in the Shaofu of Jiuqing." Even if you take the autumn exam for music workers, you are just a young eunuch under me, and the young eunuch can cross the Shaofu?

Lu Yaoxue was guilty in her heart, shook her fan and took a few steps back, looking at the hundreds of musicians and female palace officials brought over by Fan Ying. It looks like his qualifications are average, far inferior to his eyesight.

Lu Yao quickly retracted his gaze. Lin Zhen and other old ministers were still talking to Qu Yi.

Out of the palace gate, the guard of honor stopped not far away, Yuan Lingjun lifted the curtain and jumped out of the car, and the attendant immediately took out the jade-topped black horse and helped her sit on it.

"General Zhang."

Zhang Zhongshu heard that it was King Changshan who called her, and twisted the rope to stop the horse.

Yuan Lingjun drove over and walked side by side with him: "When will Lone be able to see Father Jun?" ”

"Seven days at the latest, and five days at the earliest."

"No, it's too slow."

Yuan Lingjun held the reins of the horse: "Five days will not work, three days, you must arrive in three days." ”

Zhang Zhongshu felt embarrassed, after all, Kui County was too far away from Baling, and it would take four or five days to get a whip quickly, so he couldn't make a guarantee.

Yuan Ling didn't give him a chance to talk about the conditions, flew out of the horse, came to Fan Ying, stood on the reins, and looked at the hundreds of men and women in uniform costumes: "Fan Ying, serving as the examiner of the invigilator is a chore." ”

Fan Ying smoothed the official robe and arched his sleeves: "It is the duty of the minister to share the worries of the king, how can he say bitterness." ”

"Good sycophant." Lu Yaoxue whispered beside her.

Yuan Lingjun thought of the boy in the baboon village who had sworn to be admitted to the music work, would he be among them this year? She took a few steps on her horse, and the new musicians and palace officials were on both sides, and she looked at the musicians, and everyone was on the ground, with their faces buried in their chests, and it was really difficult for her to identify them from their appearances.

Just as she was about to ask Fan Ying for the roster, Jiu0,000 came to her: "The honor guard has been sorted out, the list of musicians sent to the imperial court has been determined, and the lord can set off." ”

"Let them all come along." Yuan Lingjun turned the horse's head fiercely. Suddenly, I heard the low voice of the chief of the musicians, and the whispers of the musicians.

"Liuniang, Liuniang......"

Someone was calling her. Yuan Lingjun turned his head sideways, and there was chaos in the musicians, as if someone had been dragged out because of the commotion. She's having auditory hallucinations again.

Yuan Lingjun smiled comfortably. Lying ahead lies a wide and unknown avenue, if it really is the point of no return......

She held the reins of her horse and whipped away.