It seems that before the storm comes, all insects will be sensitive and restless, and in the whirlpool of Liang and Wei, high-ranking officials or family members can vaguely smell a trace of restlessness.

Yu Yao has been inexplicably flustered these days, and it is always difficult to swallow because of palpitations in the middle of eating.

"The girl is so hot that she has no appetite." Chuncai fanned Yu Yao on the side, looked at the cook on the table and Yu Yao only ate a few bites, and said: "If only it were still in the princess's mansion, the palace cellar should have sent this summer's ice over at this time." ”

After saying that, Chuncai seemed to think of something, and her eyes lit up: "I heard outside yesterday that now merchants can also buy ice, why don't you ask the maid and buy some for the girl?" ”

Yu Yao turned her head, a little surprised: "Merchants can also buy it?" ”

Chuncai thought that Yu Yao was moved, and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, the slave will inquire tomorrow?" ”

"No, I'm not very hot." Yu Yao said, and thought about selling ice to herself.

"If only it could rain and cool down for a while. Yesterday I started to feel a little stuffy, and it was even more uncomfortable than the heat of some time ago. Chuncai looked at the sky and continued to shake the fan: "It looks like it will rain heavily in a few days." ”

Heavy rain?

Yu Yao looked at the sky, and this increasingly sultry feeling reminded her of the days when the princess's mansion had an accident, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.

And the ice that began to be sold to merchants also made her feel that something was wrong. All of this filled her mind with the words "something is wrong". After thinking for a while, Yu Yao was in no mood to eat, she pushed the bowl and said, "Help me prepare a car, I'm going to go out." ”

"Girl, where are you going?"

"Princess Lin'an's Mansion."

……

Xiao Yan had a blank edict in front of him, he had been standing in front of this edict for a long time, and Gonggong Su was standing far away and didn't dare to approach, he knew that His Majesty was thinking about something that could not be asked.

For some reason, Xiao Yan has been thinking of the dream he had recently, the nightmare of the young man in white who shot an arrow at him, and he couldn't help but recall it, and then he remembered the baby boy he killed for it.

"I have cultivated my self-cultivation and devoted myself to practicing Buddhism for so many years, why am I still so ......?"

Father-in-law Su listened to Xiao Yan talking to himself from a distance, and couldn't help but sweat.

I don't know if piety has really washed Xiao Yan's past over the years, and deep in his heart, there is a trace of remorse, regret that he was afraid of a baby. But Xiao Yan, who has been proud all his life, does not allow himself to regret it, the Son of Heaven should not be at fault, he just tugged in his heart, but this thought became clearer and clearer. It's like some of the embarrassments of life that will flash through your mind when you have insomnia, and the more you try to avoid it, the more you deepen the impression over and over again.

Therefore, Xiao Yan couldn't accept that his son made the same mistake, about Xiao Shide's witch Gu, he felt more and more unforgivable, and over time, he didn't see Xiao Shide, and even the original father-son relationship was much weaker.

He looked at the blank edict in front of him, and another son came to mind.

"Xuan'er ......" Xiao Yan silently read the name he hadn't mentioned for a long time, Xuan is Xiao Shizhang's small character, Xiao Shizhang was about four or five years old, Xiao Yan never read this small character again, the most intimate is to call his name Xiao Gang.

Xiao Yan remembered Xiao Shizhang's diligent study in the cold winter when he was a child, and nodded slowly, as if he agreed with Xiao Shizhang back then, and seemed to affirm something now: "Xuan'er is still so diligent and hardworking......"

Father-in-law Su couldn't wait to cut off his ears with a knife, and he didn't want to listen to these "mutterings" who would confess his life at any time.