When Lan Ting returned to the dormitory, he saw her sitting on a chair, half-kneeling at the round table, as if she had fallen asleep. The room was dimly lit, and he crept up to her, crouched down, and looked at her in her sleep, as if she had grown much haggard in one night, and her eyebrows were full of tiredness.

Lan Ting's heart shook slightly, he thought, this little girl must have too much heart, too tired and tired! I didn't worry about him, so I simply got up and waited for him, so I fell asleep like this.

He couldn't help but caress her brow carefully, trying to soothe the few wisps of worry. His palm swept over her fragile face, and after the sharp chin, it landed on the butterfly wing-like collarbone, and the inch by inch was smooth and white on his palm. still remembers that day in Lishui Mansion, so he only wanted to drown in the warmth of the golden silk tent.

Shen Qianran never slept peacefully, so when she felt him pick her up, she woke up immediately.

"Silly girl, why don't you go to sleep on the couch when you're tired, what if you sit on the chair and sleep and catch a cold?" His lips were pressed to her ear, and his tone was very soft and helpless, and his magnetic voice had the husky nature of the night.

She chuckled and buried her head in his chest, one hand running around his back to his ear, her fingertips slowly fiddling with his earlobe.

"Who said I was tired, obviously you were tired." As he galloped, he held the reins in one hand and held her waist and hips with the other, lest the hard saddle scratch her skin. He had been with her for seven days, and she had lost a lot of weight, and she was completely moved in her heart, burying her face in his neck with a fresh smell of vanilla, and said in a dumb voice, "Lan Ting, it's good to have you!" ”

Lan Ting spit out a sullen breath that had just been deposited in her chest, twisted her face, a glimmer of light flashed in her twilight eyes, and looked at her with a smile, "You little demon barrier, you can finally know how to say what I love to hear!" He rested her on the bed, leaned down and took off the embroidered shoes on her feet, looked up at the little guy lying in the center with a big character sleeping bed, and smiled softly, "The small person occupies a lot of space, I will carry him inside." ”

Shen Qianran thought to herself, now that he is allowed to sleep on his own couch, he will definitely not be as peaceful as before, if he wakes up Ci'er, then how can she explain to such a young child? But she was very greedy for the warmth he brought her, and she hesitated in her heart, reluctant to refuse.

Lan Ting was afraid of waking up the little guy, so he didn't dare to hug him savagely, so he could only patiently lead the little guy to lie in it little by little, and when he finally got it, he quietly came out of the bed, and as soon as he landed, he quickly took off his outer robe, and when he came to her side lightly, he saw that Shen Qianran's face was red to the neck.

He knew that Shen Qian's skin was thin, and he would definitely refuse to be close to her in front of his son, and the moment he hugged her, he blocked her words, "Just hugging, rest assured, my son is asleep there!" As he spoke, his hand did not hesitate to drill into her chest, swam down the curve, slowly slid over the soft waist, and stayed in the place he longed for, remembering the enchantment under him that day, his abdomen tightened slightly...... He took a deep breath and suppressed the commotion in his veins.

Shen Qianran was so nervous that he even lost his breathing rate, and he felt the blood veins under him running wildly...... I couldn't help but start to push back slightly.

"Don't move, if you move again, I'm going to explode!" Lan Ting's voice was hoarse, and he just wanted to soothe it a little, but once he tasted the taste of this marrow, he couldn't control it at all. I felt that the person in my arms was a little emotional, and the little face leaning on his chest was as bright as a peach blossom in March, and he exhaled like an orchid, and he suddenly felt more and more hot, and his body was already swollen and cracked, knowing that the fire was burning more and more fiercely, he hurriedly withdrew his hand and wrapped it around her waist, not daring to tease her anymore.

After Lan Ting adjusted his breathing, he felt that such a night was simply a kind of torture in disguise, as if a person who had been thirsty for three days in the desert could only see but not drink a pot of clear water.

After he looked around, he collected the arm around her waist, and when Shen Qianran opened his eyes, he pointed to the screen.

Shen Qianran immediately understood what he meant, his face was red, and he shook his head desperately to resist.

Lan Ting had picked her up and wanted to leave the couch, Shen Qianran's hands were firmly clamped by him, the bed was in a slight vibration, the little guy suddenly snorted and chirped a few times, Shen Qianran was in a hurry and scooped his head and smashed it into Lan Ting's face, although Lan Ting avoided it quickly, but the nose was still touched, that place was the most vulnerable, only to feel a stream of heat rushed out of the nasal cavity.

Lan Ting knew that she was knocked, and she was not annoyed, she just wiped it on her face with a smile, stained with the blood on her face, Fang smiled and whispered in her ear, "You have a broken temper, when will you change it, if you really touch my head, I am afraid that it will be you who will cry." He looked at Shen Qianran with distress and chagrin in his eyes, and thought to himself, he would definitely be able to eat it this time. quickly got up, picked her up and ran behind the screen—

"Miss, bear with me a little longer, the slave and maid look, it seems that they have reached the boundary of the capital, if you follow the rules, you will return to Houfu early tomorrow morning." Zhihua put down the sedan curtain, endured the nausea in his chest and abdomen, and comforted Zhao Qiqi, who was lying on the cushion for a while.

Zhao Qiqi snorted a few times, and he didn't even have the strength to respond. She wanted to fall asleep and be better off than if she was tormented a hundred times more mentally now.

After meeting him that night, she went back to her room and kept thinking about what he meant by the phrase "seen".

Like her, whether it was in a dream, or because of the dragon boat race that day, he also stayed with himself.

She deeply regretted why she only knew how to cry, but did not know how to ask all the words clearly.

So, the next morning she stood guard at the downstairs of the inn, and she thought that if he came down, she would stop her and ask for an explanation.

It's a pity that when the time came, Zhao Chengen personally came to pick her up and return to Beijing together.

She didn't dare to stay longer, lest Zhao Chengen know that she was in the backyard with a man last night in disheveled clothes, and she was afraid that his brother would embarrass the man.

On the way back, her carriage was behind. The road almost bumped her half to death. Zhiyan screamed all the way and almost dried his mouth, Rao is such a calm temperament, and he couldn't help but complain, "Does the eldest prince want Miss's life?" Even if the old lady gave an order to ask the eldest prince to take the young lady back to Beijing immediately, it would not be a long time or a half. ”

Zhao Qiqi was lying on the thick cushion, and he had already been so shocked that he even vomited up what he had eaten last night, how could he have the strength to hum half a sentence.

After traveling halfway, she realized that Lan Jin, the Seventh Highness, was in a carriage in front of her.

On the night of the next day, thirty miles in the southern suburbs of the capital, the carriage suddenly stopped.

"Seventeen, come out and breathe, and after half an hour, we'll go again!" Zhao Chengen got off the horse and went to Zhao Seventeen's soft sedan chair, stepped forward to open the curtain, and saw that it was like being beaten by frost and a poinsettia, most of which had faded to be bright. He hurriedly helped his sister down and whispered to her, "Don't go too far from the carriage." After the Seven Highnesses have bathed, we will hurry again! ”

Zhi Yan rolled his eyes in a pair of big eyes, thinking, half dead, almost arrived in the capital, and suddenly did not leave, thinking that there was something urgent, it turned out to be a bath, which is really more precious than a woman!

Zhao Qiqi also secretly despised it in his heart. She moved her numb legs with reluctance, and with the help of the painting, she walked slowly around the side of the path, and saw a small river, in the moonlight, sparkling water.

Her legs were so weak that she used a brocade to attach to a stone by the river. She sat down, half-leaning on the body of the painter, looking at the river with a leisurely mind, but her heart was like a stone sinking into the water.

She suddenly remembered Master. When she was young, her grandmother held her in her arms and comforted her, "Grandmother's heart is meaty, while this will still be around, hug more, it hurts, when you grow up, when you become the most honorable person in Xiling, I am afraid that even your grandmother will have to stay three feet away when she sees you, kneel and worship!" ”。

She didn't know what the most honorable woman was, and she had to ask her grandmother to bow down to her. She went to the Crescent Moon Nunnery to ask her aunt, who told her that when she was born, a master came to see her birth date, and carefully looked at her bones, saying that when she was seventeen years old, she would become the queen of Xiling.

At that time, she was still confused and did not understand the meaning, but she still wrote down her aunt's words.

She learned too much in her childhood, and her grandmother taught her the best master in the capital to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she had almost no time to play, so it was also boring. At the same time, she received more love than the sixteen brothers there, all of whom regarded her as the pearl of the palm, and even the youngest brother knew how to leave her delicious food and fun.

But one winter, Master Yijing suddenly appeared at Zhao's house and wanted to take her to Jiangnan. She was terrified that she would have to leave her home with a monk for several years, and for a child she had not yet grown, she was terrified of the road ahead.

Who knew that her grandmother agreed, and in the winter of that year, she could not recall her grandmother's love with her crying and hunger strike. She was forcibly taken to a secluded place in the south of the Yangtze River and began to study advanced Buddhism, which lasted for several years.

She still remembered that at the beginning of spring this year, Master drank a few more glasses, and when she helped Master to bed, Master suddenly stroked her head, touched her forehead with his thumb lovingly, and sighed, "The red light of the seventeenth Yin Hall gathers slightly, and the red luan is weak...... It was an unspeakably precious character, but it was ...... The outside is broken, a qiē becomes a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, and finally the body falls into the five internal organs...... The five internal organs are sacrificed, and the soul consciousness is scattered...... Not in reincarnation. ”

When she heard this, she first felt a chill all over her body, but when she thought that her master was so drunk that she wouldn't even go back to the room, and she thought that she had never done anything that hurt heaven and reason, and that she was protected by her father and brother, how could she suffer such bad luck.

Yijing burped and said, "I want you to be more ...... for the teacher Copying the scriptures is to make you ...... Forming a Buddha bond, or being able to survive the calamity. It's just that you're ...... before you turn seventeen Do not go down the mountain without permission. Master will do his best...... Survive the catastrophe for you......" Yijing fell asleep before he finished speaking.

On the second day, she asked Yijing what he meant by what he said last night.

Yijing's face was loving, stroked her head, and said: "Disciple, don't be stupid, don't be angry, have the Dharma in your heart, and you can keep the clouds open and see the moon." One qiē has a master here! ”

I don't know how long it took, Zhiyan suddenly touched Zhihua with his elbow, and said in a low voice, "Look, it's His Royal Highness the Seventh, it seems to be sick!" ”

When Zhao Qiqi heard this, he raised his head sullenly from the arms of the painting, and saw that not far away, several guards each held a palace lamp, and gave a white-robed man in the middle to guide the way, and Zhao Chengen was in the center. Seeing that the man's body was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to open his legs, Zhao Qizhong buried his face in the arms of the painting again, thinking angrily in his heart, although the road was bumpy, but it was not that he couldn't even walk, it turned out to be a sick man.

Zhao Chengen shouted towards the painting from afar and ordered, "Help Miss Fu to go back to the carriage!" ”

"Little Miss, it looks like we're going to get into the carriage, look at this formation, it looks like we're about to go!" Zhihua gently patted Zhao Qiqi's back, and was about to urge Zhiyan, but he saw Zhiyan staring at Lan Jin's back stupidly, and his mouth seemed to be open.

"Holding the inkstone, what are you in a daze, let's help Miss together."

Zhi Yanfang came to his senses and smiled wryly, "His Royal Highness the Seventh is so good-looking, he raised his head just now, I saw it, it really looks like the person in the painting!" ”

At that time, the carriage finally stopped in front of the Yong'an Houfu.

After a shower of rain in the early morning, the sky was washed like a round of jasper. Zhao Qiqi was supported by two close-fitting maids and got out of the carriage with trembling legs, looking up at the "Yong'an Houfu" hanging high, and blinking with frustration in his bright eyes. She thought, this time, if she wants to sneak out again, it must be difficult!

Before entering the inner hall, Mrs. Zhao was already on crutches, surrounded by several ladies and concubines, and came out of the inner hall rubbing out, as soon as she saw Zhao Seventeen, she began to shout in her heart, Zhao Seventeen ran to Mrs. Zhao in a few steps, and before she knelt down, she was hugged into her arms by Mrs. Zhao, and screamed, "You urging the child, you run out of the house silently, don't you want my old woman's life?" Fortunately, the ancestors blessed you and let your eldest brother bump into it. Ming'er, you have to obediently give your ancestors a piece of incense. ”

Zhao Seventeen rubbed slightly in his grandmother's arms, and said coquettishly, "Grandmother, Seventeen thinks about Grandmother's heartache!" ”

Mrs. Zhao stepped forward to help her daughter up, and said with a slight sneer, "You girl, you just smear honey in your mouth." Hurry up, such a big person is still rubbing into my grandmother's arms, how can my grandmother stand such a weight from you. ”

Zhao Qiqi raised his little face and didn't follow, "Grandmother, look, my mother must be jealous!" ”

Old Madam Zhao smiled, stroked Zhao Qiqi's face with a generous palm, and said distressedly, "I have lost weight like this when I go out." ”

Over the years, with Zhao Seventeen living a leisurely life in the mountains, Zhiyan has lost his servility, and after listening to Mrs. Shen's words, he actually made up a sentence there, "Miss is tired all the way, His Royal Highness is in a hurry to return to the capital, and the slave almost didn't vomit out the food three days ago!" ”

The painter hurriedly tugged at the corner of the inkstone's clothes.

Old Madam Shen is the most respectful and humble in her life, after listening, she glanced at Zhiyan with a little displeasure, fortunately thinking of her granddaughter, she lovingly took Zhao Seventeen's hand, "You are also tired today, go and rest first, and Ming'er doesn't have to get up early to say goodbye!" The eldest daughter-in-law, go back and tell the cook, add more thought these days, and make up for the seventeen girls. ”

Mrs. Zhao hurriedly smiled, "Old lady, don't worry!" ”

Zhao Seventeen returned to the bedroom. A three-legged incense burner is placed on the top of the room, sandalwood is burning in the furnace, wisps of white smoke are escaping, and the fragrance in the bedroom is overflowing, which makes people feel refreshed.

She walked to the dressing table, grimaced at the little figure in the bronze mirror, walked around the bookshelf, sat down on her soft and comfortable bed, scooped up the pillow boringly, sniffed it heavily, and called, "Painting, I want to bathe." ”

Zhiqin, who followed closely, said with a smile, "Miss, let the slave wait for you to bathe." The pool was cleaned in the morning, and the hot spring water was drained. ”

Zhao Qiqi smiled, "You have really become immortals, even if I return home today?" ”

Zhiqin smiled, "Madame has instructed, the hot spring pool must be cleaned every day, and the young lady can use it at any time." ”

Zhao Qiqi came out of the hot spring bath, and saw his mother, Mrs. Zhao, sitting on the long kang on the side and waiting, and the small kang table was already full of all kinds of snacks.

The incense in the house was also removed and replaced with pots of fresh flowers.

Mrs. Zhao Fang Cai felt slightly sick when she heard Zhiyan's sentence "Seventh Highness", and after accompaniing Mrs. Zhao to say something, she wanted to come and ask what was going on.

"Come, Seventeen, come to my mother!" Mrs. Zhao smiled when she saw her daughter's face, raised her hand, and patted the soft pu beside her.

Zhao was seventeen years old, and after taking a comfortable hot spring bath, he swept away his tiredness, flew over like a little swallow, and plunged into Mrs. Zhao's arms, put his arms around his mother's neck with one hand, and rolled the tassel on his mother's chest with the other hand, and raised his little face obediently and smiled, "Mother must have an order, you say, daughter, listen!" ”

Mrs. Zhao's personal maid ring Guixiang filled a small bowl of white fungus bird's nest from the porcelain cup and brought it to Zhao Seventeen. Mrs. Zhao smiled, "Drink the bird's nest first!" ”

Zhao Qiqi pouted and said, "My daughter wants to be fed by her mother!" ”

Mrs. Zhao quipped, "Look at you, it's about to be time, and you don't look like a big girl, and you don't sit down, but you rub it on your mother," she said, but she took the porcelain bowl with a smile on her eyebrows, and fed the daughter in her arms one by one.

Guixiang scooped up the towel next to her, and while carefully helping Zhao Qiqi wipe her half-wet hair, she smiled and said, "Madam, when the little lady is not around, you talk about it every day, and you can't wait to stuff the little lady back into your stomach and take it with you." ”

On the side, he was packing the bags that Zhao Qiqi brought back, and after listening to it, he smiled and said, "Madam, this old saying is really true, mother and daughter are connected, mother and daughter are heart-to-heart." Over the years, when the weather is cold, the little lady has been chattering, knowing that Mrs. Dull will not come out of her stomach, so she will not be afraid of the cold! ”

The words made Mrs. Zhao laugh inappropriately, and she felt distressed, this only daughter actually followed a monk to live a poor life.

After Zhao Qiqi finished drinking, Mrs. Zhao sent the slaves and maids around her, and after asking Zhao Qiqi about the ins and outs of returning to Beijing with His Royal Highness Qi, Fang relaxed his heart and shook his daughter's hand, and said softly, "When you were a child, the Yijing monk once said that Xiao Seventeen is the life of the queen's mother. ”

Zhao Qiqi smiled, but there was no joy in his eyes, he scooped a soft glutinous rice candy casually, and didn't eat it, just put it between his fingers and pinched it listlessly.

Mrs. Zhao caressed her daughter's little face of Hibiscus, although it was not fully opened, but it was already a fallen city, and sighed lightly, "Little Seventeen's appearance was born for the emperor!" ”

Zhao Qiqi lowered her eyelashes, hiding the water meaning that wanted to rise in her eyes, if it was before, she would not reject it, but now it is different from the past, since she saw the outstanding man in her dream, her mind has changed a little.

After her mind calmed down a little, she raised her head and cautiously probed her mother's words, "Mother, if your daughter doesn't want this marriage, can your mother and father make decisions for your daughter?" ”

When Mrs. Zhao saw her daughter's expression, she immediately guessed three points, she hugged her daughter dotingly, and chuckled: "Is it my little seventeen who has fallen in love with the son of another family?" ”

Zhao Qiqi thought of the figure of Lan Ting, his heart was lost, he shook his head gently, and was silent!

Mrs. Zhao saw that her daughter's eyebrows instantly locked a wisp of sorrow, and sighed lightly, "I guess you also know about the emperor's marriage." Nowadays, everyone inside and outside the court knows that His Royal Highness the Seventh is the future emperor. Your father has always supported the marriage. The mother thinks that although this palace compound is good, the affairs of the heavenly family are the most unpredictable. Those ladies in the palace seem to be noble, who knows how they survived in that deep palace. Hey, my mother is reluctant to let her daughter suffer all her life. My mother would rather you marry someone who is quite a husband and a wife, and your mother's family will also be a backer in the future, and you will not suffer in your husband's family. When Mrs. Zhao thought of her cousin Concubine Han Xian, she entered the palace with the high posture of the phoenix Yu Fei, but instead of bringing a door of glory to the Han family, she was slaughtered by the nine clans.

When Zhao Qiqi heard this, her eyes were red, she knew in her heart that this was the words that really hurt to the bones, she gently comforted her mother's arms, with helpless softness, "Please let my mother call the shots for her daughter!" ”

Mrs. Zhao gently picked up her daughter's chin with two fingers, looked at her daughter carefully for a moment, and said with a serious expression, "Your father has already been a minister, and the lintel of our Zhao family does not need to let a daughter's family shine." If Xiao Seventeen is the son of a good family who likes him, his father and mother should be the master of their daughter. After speaking, with a caring tone, "Niang's little seventeen can sing and dance, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all fine, and the appearance is outstanding, which son in this capital is fortunate to be looked down upon by my little seventeen?" Little Seventeen quickly tell his mother. ”

Zhao Qiqi bit his lip and whispered: "My daughter doesn't know, my daughter has only looked at him once...... The daughter ...... "She didn't know what to say, she had been dreaming about this man for the past three years."

Mrs. Zhao only said that her daughter was shy and didn't want to say more, so she comforted: "That's okay." My mother thought that although your marriage was decided by the emperor, as long as your master was willing to come forward, it should not be too difficult. Just say that you can't talk about marriage before the age of seventeen, otherwise you will be killed. And these Seven Highnesses have already reached the age of marriage, and the emperor naturally refuses to let the Seventh Highness wait for you for another three years. At that time, three years later, maybe time has already passed, I am afraid that the Seventh Highness has already become a wife and concubine, and the only concubine of my Zhao family will not be able to be a concubine? As for what the daughter likes, if it is good, after three years, she will naturally let her father decide for you. ”

Zhao Qiqi only showed a faint joy on his face when he heard this, and suddenly thought about his brother's mention in his heart, and felt that this qiē was not as simple as his mother thought, so he couldn't be happy anymore.

What's more, the man was already accompanied by a woman.

Yongning Palace.

At dusk, a little palace maid came in with a small box of things, the box was a fine ebony, and there were a few air holes around the box, and I didn't know what it was. It's just that before people arrive, they first smell a quiet and faint fragrance, with a natural taste, which almost refreshes people's hearts.

Xiuya stepped forward and asked, "Who asked you to send this?" ”

The little eunuch said, "It was Gonggong Hao who asked the slave maid to send it, saying that these fragrant pieces made of poop flowers." It can refresh and nourish the skin! ”

Xiuya smelled it and said with a smile, "Niangniang has always liked flowers and plants, this smell is good, scoop it in!" ”

Concubine Zhen heard it clearly in the hall, so she came out to take a look, and ordered, "First cover it with a cover and put it in a ventilated place in the outer hall!" "Now that Concubine Liu is dead, the prince has lost power. Everyone can see that in addition to Lan Jin, the most powerful is Lan Ting.

She is the only one in the harem who has a son by her side, and these minions must be rubbing their heads against her.

For a while, she accepted these gifts softly.

"Niangniang, the slave maid thinks it tastes good, what do you say?" Xiuya was ordering the incense in the temple to be removed, so that several pieces of incense would not be entangled in one place, so that people could not smell the incense pieces. When he heard Concubine Zhen's words, he looked at Concubine Zhen with a slight surprise, but he didn't dare to ask more.

Concubine Zhen glanced at it and was slightly disapproving. She has been immersed in the harem for more than 20 years, and the most taboo in her heart is to send these spices and other things. These objects, when Yingu was there before, must have been pushed away. It's just that Xiuya still owes some heat, and Concubine Zhen is too lazy to explain these to others, so she only lightly instructed: "Go to the treasury and pick up a good jade and give it to Grandpa Hao!" Let's just say that his heart is received by this palace! ”

At this time, a little eunuch hurriedly ran into Yongning Palace, and before he stepped into the threshold, he had already shouted, "Niangniang, something is wrong, something is wrong!" ”

Although Concubine Zhen's face was calm as usual, her heart became angry, "Have you come back to the front and slowly returned, what kind of system have you become all the way?" ”

The little eunuch ran all the way and sweated, and when he heard Concubine Zhen's reprimand, he was so frightened that he instinctively looked at Xiuya.

Xiuya estimated that His Royal Highness had not come to see Concubine Zhen for a while, so Niangniang began to feel uncomfortable these days. Today, I asked this little eunuch to go to the palace gate to block people, but the people didn't bring it back, and they shouted all the way that something was wrong. She naturally didn't want to touch this moldy head, and deliberately pretended not to see it and turned her eyes away.

"Okay, what's earth-shattering?" Concubine Zhen glanced at the little eunuch and said impatiently: "What are you in a daze, report something quickly?" ”

The little eunuch walked up, knelt down, and said cautiously, "The servant went to the gate of the palace to wait for His Royal Highness, and he didn't see His Highness leaving the palace, so he went to explore." It turns out that the emperor has dismissed the three highnesses from the military department, and his highness has not been in the court since yesterday. ”

"What?" Concubine Zhen's face suddenly turned white, and she easily slapped off a pot of Junzi Orchid beside her, and there were water stains and porcelain shards splashed on the blue jade slab.

The palace people were so frightened that they all stopped what they were doing and knelt down.

There was a stagnant silence in the air, as if the moon was frozen in the cold winter, and the green tendons on Concubine Zhen's forehead were swollen, thinking of Lan Ting's disobedience for a while, she laughed angrily, "I usually don't come to the morning and dusk to settle the province, and I don't even squeak about such a big thing, it seems that I don't take the concubine of this palace in my eyes at all." Preparation, the palace is going to go to King Ning's Mansion. ”

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