The plum petals of Xixiuling are fluttering.

It is early spring, but the suburbs of Chang'an are like a sea of fragrant snow.

Nan Baoyi stretched out his hand, stared at the plum petals falling from his palm, sniffed its sweet fragrance, and the tip of his nose was a little sour.

Emperor Qingyang, the third highness, the Wen sisters, the crown prince......

When will this power game end?

How many more people will die?

She turned around and threw herself into Xiao Yi's arms: "Second brother, I'm afraid." ”

Between the words, there was already a little choked.

She was afraid that she and her second brother would die, and that her family would be persecuted by Empress Shen.

It turns out that court games are not clever.

The struggle for power is bloodshed, and lives are lost.

Xiao Yi stroked her head, silently dropped a kiss on her forehead, and said in a low voice: "The ten counties in the southwest are my territory, and my army is stationed. If Jiaojiao is afraid ......"

The war in the previous life, if you do it again, why not?

Nan Baoyi raised her head and covered his mouth seriously.

The girl's Danfeng eyes were clear and flashing with a strange brilliance.

In the world full of corpses, she didn't want to see the second brother with blood on his hands.

She is not sure if there is really karma in the world, but she would rather believe it or not, she wants her second brother to be clean in this life, even if she does not have the throne, she must become a famous minister who will be admired by thousands of people in history.

She bent her Danfeng eyes and said with a smile: "I'm not very scared, I'm laughing with you." ”

Xiao Yi touched her face wordlessly.

In my heart, a certain decision was quietly made.

At this moment, a fast horse suddenly galloped towards him.

Shen Yichao grabbed the reins and stopped in the middle of thousands of troops.

He glanced at the young man in the pool of blood, and said loudly: "Spread the message of Niangniang, the third prince lit a beacon fire to gather soldiers and horses with the intention of rebellion, and ordered Jin Wuwei to arrest him in the prison and listen to the interrogation. ”

However, the boy was long gone.

Shen Yichao didn't dwell on Xiao Zizhong's affairs.

He looked at the surrounding families and princes again, and said: "The queen mother is grateful for your hard work in Beijing, and has already prepared a sumptuous banquet in the palace, please enter the palace for a while, and after you are full of wine and food, it is not too late to return to the fiefdom." ”

The families looked at each other a few times, and they all smiled and said yes.

The patriarch of the family and the princes entered the palace together, a large number of local troops began to evacuate farther away, and Jin Wuwei also left under the leadership of the Shen brothers.

Nan Baoyi and Xiao Yi found Wen Zhining's grave at the foot of the West Embroidery Ridge.

The tomb is located under an ancient plum tree, simple but clean, it is the handwriting of Xiao Zizhong, and the tombstone is also engraved with the words "My wife knows condensation".

The two buried Xiao Zizhong next to Wen Zhining's grave.

Nan Baoyi solemnly swept away the fallen petals, drooped her eyelashes like butterfly wings, and whispered: "When you are the first seven, bring Ah Weak over to worship, okay?" ”

Xiao Yi stood in front of the grave.

After a long silence, he nodded: "Okay." ”

When taking the carriage back to Nanfu, Nan Baoyi leaned on Xiao Yi's arms, closed his eyes and said, "Second brother, in fact, there are still a few doubts that I haven't figured out. Wen Zhining did not kill innocent people indiscriminately, and it was impossible for her to plant explosives in the city. ”

Xiao Yi explained lightly: "Tianshu reported that the person who planted the explosives was Wei Shaoqian. That guy has always lost his conscience, and since he beat Qingyang and left, he has been even more crazy. It's not uncommon to do this kind of thing. ”

"It turned out to be his ......"

Nan Baoyi was a little speechless.

She added: "On the night of Shangyuan, those assassins who pretended to be Lingren were actually the private soldiers raised by the Wen family back then, right?" After the Wen family was raided, they were exiled by Empress Shen to northern Xinjiang as border coolies. Qingfeng Literature

"It's just that I don't understand, Wen Zhining District women, even if they unite with the children of the Han family, I'm afraid they don't have the ability to rescue them back to Chang'an. Who could have quietly rescued them and arranged for them to pretend to be servants to make trouble on the night of Shangyuan? ”

Xiao Yi bent his fingers and slowly knocked on the short case.

A vague figure came to mind.

His brows were furrowed, and his expression was not very good-looking.

Nan Baoyi didn't notice his expression.

She sat upright and poured a cup of hot almond tea: "Before the accident that night, I met Ji Zhenzhen on the street, and she reminded me to be careful. Now that I think about it, the Zhao Qing she married is the scholar from the poor family who took the lead in making trouble, and I have seen it outside the Sili Yamen. She reminded me that I should personally thank her. Let's talk to Zhao Qing again and see if we can pull him into our camp. ”

Although the Hanmen are not as good as the scholars, the scholars in the Hanmen are worth wooing.

Xiao Yi was immersed in his own thoughts, and only casually responded to two sentences.

Nan Baoyi is a man of action.

In the early morning of the second day, she prepared a generous gift and went to Mengshan Academy to visit Ji Zhenzhen.

It was not yet the first month, and there was no one in the academy.

Walking through the courtyard planted with rugged ancient pines, she climbed the steps, but saw that the maids and servants in the former academy did not know where to go, and there was a lot of dust accumulated in the carved verandah, and no one took care of it.

The big red characters posted at the wedding were blown up by the cold wind, and the red silk hanging under the porch fell crookedly to the ground, giving birth to a little desolate feeling after the excitement.

Nan Baoyi frowned and knocked lightly on the door: "Little lady Ji-"

Before he finished speaking, the fan was suddenly opened.

Zhao Qing's angry face looked a little hideous.

As if he didn't expect there to be a visitor, Zhao Qing hurriedly took away his hideous color, and reluctantly smiled elegantly: "Lord Nan, what are you doing?" ”

His anger and smile contorted together, and he looked particularly strange.

Nan Baoyi glanced behind him.

Although it was daytime, there was a black hole in the room, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Only the woman's sobs could be faintly heard.

It's Ji Zhenzhen crying.

Nan Baoyi vaguely guessed something, and a cold and dark light flashed under his eyes.

Her face did not change, and she smiled: "I missed the wedding of Zhao Langjun and Ji Xiaoniang, and I came to visit today." Can I go in and meet Mrs. Ji? ”

Zhao Qing hesitated: "This ......"

Nan Baoyi also brought an aftertaste and taste.

Tasting the heart is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and immediately sneered: "My master wants to go in to visit his girlfriend, but why is Zhao Langjun refusing?" Men should be generous, you are so stingy, I am afraid that it will not become a big thing in the future! ”

I didn't know that sentence poked Zhao Qing's pain point, and his face immediately became hideous and distorted.

However, he quickly suppressed his anger, and said with a smile: "Zhen Zhen is sick and unwell today, I'm afraid I won't be able to see guests." I will tell her that Nan-sama has come to visit today. Nan-sama, please go down the mountain, right? ”

Nan Baoyi's face was expressionless: "Taste the heart." ”

Yuxin sneered and knocked Zhao Qing to the ground with one punch!

Nan Baoyi gathered her skirt and calmly stepped into the threshold.

The windows in the house were tightly closed.

The light and shadow were dim, and the bookshelves could be faintly seen collapsing, and the tea cups were broken, and the floor was in shambles.

In the back room, Ji Zhenzhen was lying on the cold floor, her black hair was scattered on the ground, her sleeves were half-rolled up, her collar was torn, her skirt was stacked on her waist without dignity, and her white and tender skin was full of bruises from beating.

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