Hehe, the smile on the corner of Jinghua's mouth was even worse. Perhaps, there's nothing wrong with dying like that. I don't know what my father will say then, and will my eldest brother feel sorry for himself?

Qinglan clenched his fists, his knuckles were already white, and said in a trembling voice: "Second Highness has ...... is already drunk, I beg Your Majesty, let Weichen drink the rest for him. ”

Jiang Yi looked at the three young people below, with a proud and cold face, and said lazily, "Doesn't General Qinglan still have his own to drink? If you are also drunk, who will send Jing'er back to the palace? Anyway, he is already drunk, and it is not bad for this last point, Your Majesty, what do you say?"

The Emperor of Heaven was noncommittal, and after a while, he let out a low "um".

Jinghua laughed, causing his chest to shake violently, and he struggled to move, but he still couldn't sit up, "It's okay, I'...... Ahem, ahem, I can still ......"

Chenhua closed his eyes and sighed, turned his head and put on a smiling face, and said: "The queen mother is right, how can we trouble outsiders about our own brother's affairs? Come on, I will drink it for the second brother!" He didn't wait for an answer, he picked up a jar of wine, threw it to Qinglan, picked up another jar himself, and said, "Qinglan, let's make a quick decision." I can't compare to you in terms of alcohol, if you get drunk for a while, please send me after you send your second brother. ”

Qinglan didn't understand what he meant by "quick battle", and nodded at him gratefully.

For some reason, this time the diva did not object. In front of everyone's eyes, the two walked with messy steps, carrying Jinghua, who was already drunk and unconscious, all the way out of Yaochi.

Qinglan was really trembling, half because he was drunk, half because he was afraid. After Chenhua left, he carried Jinghua all the way back to Chen'an Palace, Changning waited outside Yaochi for a long time, and when he saw Jinghua's appearance, he would only cry all the way.

"Your Highness, you ...... You hold on a little. Qinglan urged Yuntou, feeling that the body on his back was getting cold a little bit, and said incoherently in a panic, "We're almost there, you...... Hold on a little longer!"

But what if he arrived? He didn't know. He was in his palace before, wasn't he? It was he who forced his way into Yaochi that caused him so much trouble. He was sick and dying, but he still begged his indifferent father and mother for himself, and drank so many gut-piercing poisons that would kill him for the sake of meeting those whom he did not want to see!

Qinglan, Qinglan, in this life and this life, as long as His Highness does not die, as long as you do not die, and do not go to the soup for him, how can you repay him!

When he was about to arrive at the gate of Chen'an Palace, his back suddenly moved, and Jinghua's faint voice sounded, "Qinglan, let me ...... Get down. ”

Qinglan hurriedly put him down gently, and said, "Your Highness, how are you?" He drank the entire three altars, and then walked all the way, at this time, the wine was surging, and he only felt a splitting headache.

Jinghua leaned on the pillar at the entrance of the palace, smiled weakly, his lips trembled twice, and he suddenly leaned down, and began to vomit with a "wow".

He hadn't eaten or eaten in days, and he couldn't vomit anything at all. But when the strong wine was poured in, it was still stimulated to spit out a few sips of water, but then, it was a big gulp of bright red.

Qinglan didn't dare to look at his face, blue and white, with a kind of dying gray, he didn't even have the strength to rely on, the right arm that leaned over to support his body kept trembling, obviously there was nothing to vomit, but his stomach was still cramping, retching for a while, and his back was rising and falling violently.

After a long time, he finally calmed down a little. Raising his head, he smiled reluctantly at Qinglan and them, signaling not to worry.

"Your Highness, it's cold outside, let's help you in and rest. Changning said.

Jinghua smiled weakly, "I'm okay." He looked up at the white plum in the courtyard, which was like a cold jade in the starlight, colorful and clean.

"Help me to the yard, I want to ...... Look at plum blossoms. He said softly.

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One point, two points.

Snow was falling in the sky.

Snowflakes are flying in the clear moonlight, like a goddess scattering flowers, unconcerned, pure, worry-free, chaotic love and hate, and the years are long. It just fell little by little, melting at first touching the ground, but slowly it grew up, accumulating a light white color on the ground.

It's really a little cold.

Jinghua smiled and stretched out his hand, trying to catch a snowflake, his hand was so cold, the snowflake did not melt in his hand, it was crystal clear, like a cold plum blooming.

He sat under the plum tree, greedily sniffing the full court, although every breath brought a sharp and cold sting pain in his heart and lungs, but his peerless face seemed extraordinarily quiet and content.

He closed his eyes like a child, and let the snowflakes gradually fall on his long inky hair, and quietly hang on his handsome brows and long, thick eyelashes.

"Mother, you must still feel sorry for Jing'er, right?"

"Even though they don't care, ...... Ahem, the mother must still be ...... I will still feel sorry for Jing'er. ”

A cold plum withers from the branch, the petals are as white as jade, and the stamens are tender and yellow. He picked it up and put it under his nose to smell it, the quiet and elegant cold fragrance seemed to make him forget the pain on his body, and also forget the chill that invaded the bone marrow. He smiled, imagining himself in a warm embrace, with a pair of slightly cool hands, gently caressing the pain all over his body.

"Mother, Jing'er feels so tired. ”

He smiled weakly, his eyes were gloomy, "You don't want to let Jing'er live well, Jing'er listens to you, but it's really ...... to live Good...... Hard ......"

As he spoke, he covered his mouth and coughed violently, he bent like a bow, his thin back twitched violently, and his whole body spasmed slightly. A dazzling bright red overflowed from his fingers irrepressibly, and he was afraid of staining the white plum at hand, so he took out a towel from his arms in a panic to wipe it.

Along with the handkerchief, another thing fell out.

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It was a dark piece of cloth.

Not his.

The cloth was of fine texture, with the edges embroidered with the piping of the dragon brocade moire pattern, one end of which was delicately sewn with fine stitches, and the other end was wisps, which were obviously torn from somewhere.

Jinghua wondered, what is this, and when did it come to him?

Before going out, because the clothes on his body were stained with blood, he specially changed into a robe before going to Yaochi, and there was no such fabric on his body at that time, so it was obvious that someone put it on himself when he was in Yaochi. Who put it, and what does this fabric mean?

He was suspicious, and he couldn't care about the pain on his body, so he held up his spirits and picked up the fabric to study.

Wait, this color is so familiar, who wears this color on Yao Chi today?

Jue Ben Xuanduan, Tie Him to the Clothes.

It was the auspicious dress of the newlyweds of the Heavenly Clan, and the one embroidered with this auspicious dragon pattern on the clothes was his eldest brother - Xuanyuan Xuanhua!

Jinghua was startled.

Why did the eldest brother tear this piece of fabric from his clothes and give it to him? Did he want to say something to him? The eldest brother had lived alone in the Wufu Sea for 1,500 years, and he was so cold that he was a stranger when he met today, could it be that he had some unavoidable suffering? Did he want to convey any message to himself? Or did he not actually live in seclusion all these years, but he couldn't help himself, and what he wanted to say but couldn't say?

Thinking of this, Jinghua couldn't help but pick up the piece of dark cloth and rub it repeatedly, trying to find clues. But he looked at it for a long time, and it was just a very ordinary piece of cloth, and there was not a word on it.

There was another dull pain in his chest, like a knife slowly wringing around his heart. He clenched his chest, gasped for a few hard breaths, and forced himself to calm down.

I wouldn't have gone to Yaochi today, and my eldest brother shouldn't have thought of it in advance, so he hurriedly tore off this piece of fabric from his placket to interrogate him. Their brothers haven't seen each other for 1,500 years, and they have been to Wuyuhai several times, but they haven't seen their eldest brother, if they are really hostaged, it can be seen that they are not free at ordinary times, and they are even imprisoned, so they took advantage of today's wedding day to ask themselves for help.

Since it is such a rare opportunity, then he will definitely write the most important message on this piece of fabric, and it is impossible not to have a word!

I haven't found the handwriting yet, maybe it's because the eldest brother used some kind of trick to avoid people's eyes and ears, especially for fear of being discovered by those who imprisoned him.

A sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth, hehe, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been imprisoned for fifteen hundred years without being discovered, and his father has always been subject to the Queen of Heaven, Yinlong exists in name only, is it true that their Heavenly Clan has fallen apart, and the number of qi has been exhausted

And if, according to Kua's father, the father does not have Yinlong's wings, and the scales are not a token exchanged by the husband and wife on the wedding night, but a gap in the spiritual power in the body sealed, then what is the purpose of concealing these secrets? How many conspiracies are buried behind the truth?

Snowflakes fell all over the sky, one after another, rolling up, like white plum and jade petals, gentle and solemn.

The whole yard was white, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a cold plum or a snowflake. As if afraid of waking up the weary man, they silently fell on him and covered him in white.

His facial features are as delicate as jade carvings, his eyelashes are slender and thin, his narrow phoenix eyes are tightly closed, and his eyebrows are slightly frowned. He was dressed in white, lying quietly in the snow, his long body curled up slightly, I don't know if he put this snow scene into the painting, or this snow scene embellished him.