Along the way, no matter how insidious and cunning her calculations are, and how scheming her opponents she faces, Mama Rong can support her steadily, walk through the danger step by step, and move towards the direction of victory, so that Concubine Gao is used to Mama Rong's dependence on her.

Now, the sky held up by Mama Rong, the place where Concubine Gao could sit on it with peace of mind, collapsed at this moment, and at the moment when Mama Rong died, she was slammed to the ground.

There is no one to remind her what to do next, there is no one who can replace her careful planning, and there is no one who can make her rely on her wholeheartedly......

Concubine Gao cried happily, and her hatred was also vividly swayed with the tears gushing out: "Xuanyuan Xi!

The dim crescent moon dodged in the clouds, and the dreamless imperial capital ushered in the morning light.

At the gate of the Yan Mansion, the outer mansion where the eighth prince Xuanyuan Xi lived, the four little servants who kept vigil wilted their heads and leaned against the threshold before they woke up.

"Smack!" There was a loud sound of heavy objects slamming on the ground, and the four little guys jumped up at the same time in fright, looking at the front of the gate in horror, on the smooth bluestone floor tiles, the long black cloth bag suddenly appeared, and they looked at each other with a confused face.

"You say, what could be in this black cloth bag?" a doorkeeper pushed his colleague in horror and said, "Look at the shape, isn't it, dead man!?"

"Mom! early in the morning, you're scared me to death!" The black cloth bag that looked weird was stunned, and suddenly he was pushed and jumped up in fright, "It's up to you to go, what are you pushing me for?!"

"Yes, look at it, tell him to take a look!"

"Why do you call me? If you go, you will go! Whoever is happy will go, I will not go!"

Just when the four little guys were blushing, a fierce wind blew, and the black cloth bag thrown at the door of the Yan Mansion made a sound of paper blowing. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, it turned out that this was something with a master!

In front of the door of the main mansion of Yan Mansion, squatting on the corner of the high cornice, the row of tile beasts or the bells sounded a clear tune with the wind, and the leisurely thoughts followed the leisurely drift and went straight to the sky.

The eighth prince Xuanyuan Xi was dressed in a pure white brocade robe, standing at the door, tilting his head slightly, facing the morning sun and Jinxi, his expression was full of satisfaction, and he seemed to be appreciating the early beauty of the morning through the veil that never left for a moment.

After a long time, without a trace of displeasure, Xuanyuan Xi still stood quietly, his figure was elegant, his hairband was flowing, his white veil rippled with the gentle morning breeze, rippling a layer of light waves, like a drop of dew falling from the tip of a green willow bud, falling on a level as a mirror, causing layers of ripples.

"Canghai, wait a little longer, I'll be ready!" A crisp cry of panic came from the door, with a complaining murmur, "This dress is too difficult for her aunt and grandmother to wear!"

"You take your time," Xuanyuan Xi's voice was gentle and soft, with the joy of enjoyment, as if waiting for her to go out, as if it was an extremely happy thing, "I'll wait for you, don't worry." ”

The room across the door was a mess, and it was a thousand miles away from the elegance of Xuanyuan Xiyun outside the door.

The floor, on the chairs, on the tables, on the beds, were all littered with clothes, robes, coats, gowns, socks, all kinds of colors.

"Canghai is getting more and more crazy, and I actually changed the whole cabinet with new clothes, one change a day, the standard one-time! I am going crazy just by unbuttoning these countless new buttons! Where did my clothes go yesterday?!" In the miserable pile of clothes, a delicate and thin young man collapsed, and muttered: "It seems that the personal maid is really a necessity, otherwise it will be difficult to go out!"

"Lord Wang!" "The voice of the little man guarding the door trembled, "At the gate, a black cloth bag was thrown, loaded, loaded with the body of a strong man, the mouth of the bag was stuffed with paper, writing, Yan Xi'er ......"

"Squeak!" The closed door opened suddenly, and Yan Huan'er, who was only wearing obscene clothes, rushed out, grabbed the collar of the little man kneeling under the porch and guarded the door, and her voice trembled like a broken zither: "Where is the body?!Who sent it?!"

Canghai turned around, his clothes floated leisurely in the morning breeze, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Yan Huan'er, held it in his arms, and his slender fingers gently caressed the bottom of Yan Huan'er's bare feet, pulled them into his robe, and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't panic." ”

"Lord, the sky is not yet full, and the servants did not see who brought it, but they heard a snap, and they saw a black cloth bag lying on the ground......" said the little keeper of the gate, interrupted by the sea.

"Bring the black cloth bag with you. Canghai's voice was calm and steady, simple but capable.

As soon as she saw the face of the person with the black cloth bag exposed, Yan Huan'er suddenly stood up and broke free from the embrace of the sea, stepped forward, knelt on the ground, hugged the black cloth bag and cried mournfully: "Brother, brother, I hurt you!"

Canghai stood quietly, looking down at Yan Huan'er who was kneeling on the ground, her tender feet were unusually smooth and white set off by the bluestone floor tiles, and her voice was gentle: "I will definitely avenge your brother! Huan'er, now is not the time to be sad, the top priority is to find your mother immediately! Come on, go to Youshui River to have a look, be sure to protect Mrs. Yan! Bring it back." ”

"My mother?!" There was a moment of trance, this heart-rending pain of parting with life and death, this painful feeling was so familiar, and despite all my strength to resist, it still fell heavily, enveloping my whole body and mind. I know, this is what it feels like to see Grandma and Don't Forget die with your own eyes!

The pain was frenzied, and I breathed deeply, knowing in my heart that I had lost another loved one, and my adoptive mother, whose whereabouts were unknown, and what might happen to me!

Originally, the mother and son of the Yan family, who had a low status, could live peacefully and happily, under the pear blossom tree by the green pool, guarding the thatched house, and simply living to the point of dying.

It was because of me that they lost their peaceful lives, and they lost their lives!

I gritted my teeth, only to feel a burst of violent numbness from my lips, the smell of blood swept over, and a huge thousand-petal fire lotus bloomed in front of me, and colorful red shadows spread out layer upon layer, covering the sky.

It turns out that the crying that is extremely sad cannot make a sound, and the guilt is extremely remorseful, and it is seen that everything is blood-red.