Xie Yanhe looked at the man lying in the coffin with a dull gaze. The father, who was once extremely familiar, was so strange, cold, alienated, so far away from her at this moment, like another person.

Xie Yanhe's eyes blinked, and he suddenly remembered that the nurse had said that he couldn't cry at the deceased, which would make him worry about the world and unable to be reincarnated.

The little girl bit her lip hard and held back her tears.

"Sleep!" Drink it off!

The young man who had just sent his mother away after losing his father was almost stunned when he looked at his sister who poked her little body into the coffin!

I saw the little girl turn her little head in a daze, her big black eyes no longer had the same bright look as before, and she looked blankly at the young man standing in the mourning hall......

After a while, he said timidly in a soft child's voice: "Brother, Mianmian didn't shed tears on my father's body." The nurse said that the father would not be at ease in this way. Sleep so well, I couldn't hold back my cry......"

The young man's fists were clenched suddenly, and the skin on the back of his hands, which had been practicing martial arts all year round, was exposed.

When his father died, the youth did not cry; The next person quietly came to report him, his mother broke the maid she served, and secretly drank the hook kiss alone, and even the imperial doctor in the palace was unable to recover from heaven, and the young man still did not cry.

But looking at the small, soft and floppy sister in front of her, she didn't even know that she was ...... just now My mother had followed my father.

The young man's throat was sweet, and his lips and tongue were filled with the taste of rust.

Looking at his sister who was standing there at a loss, twisting her fingers and looking uneasy, Xie Han, who was in the year of the weak crown, burst into tears for a moment.

"Good girl, come to my brother......" Xie Han's footsteps seemed to be frozen, his whole body was numb with pain, and he couldn't even move a step towards his sister.

……

"Yonghe, what's wrong with you?" Princess Fuqing finally noticed Xie Yanhe's strangeness.

In the flickering candle flame, Xie Yanhe's eyes were sad and confused, and even his reaction seemed to be much slower than usual.

"I'm fine, Your Highness." Xie Yanhe woke up suddenly, she forcibly pulled her thoughts back from her memories, and her lips, which were tightly pursed into a straight line, turned slightly white.

Princess Fuqing glanced at Xie Yanhe worriedly and then withdrew her gaze. Now...... The most worrying thing is whether they can still enter the city smoothly.

The fighting outside continued. After about a stick of incense, the sound of swords clashing gradually faded.

The waiting time was extremely long, and Princess Fuqing wrung the handkerchief in her hand and listened to the movement outside with bated breath.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a stick of incense, maybe it was half an hour, and the sound of weapons finally stopped.

The guard tapped twice on the outside of the carriage wall. After making sure that the people in the car listened, he lowered his voice and said: "Your Highness, all the dead soldiers sent by the other party have been ambushed, and our side has killed twenty-one people and seriously injured two. ”

Princess Fuqing rubbed her eyebrows and ordered, "Leave a few people behind and bury them well." ”

"Your Highness, it is not appropriate to disperse the staff at this time, and after escorting you into the palace, we will arrange it again." The leader of the guards said very calmly.

Princess Fuqing was silent for a moment, and then said, "Just follow your arrangement." ”

"Yes, Your Highness." The leader of the guards was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Princess Fuqing: "Fanglu serves the palace for a while, let her be buried in the ground." ”

Princess Fuqing is not a soft-hearted person. But Fang Lu came to her at the age of fourteen and has been taking care of Princess Fuqing's daily life for eight years. Even if it is a cat or a dog, it will have feelings for such a long time, let alone a living person.

The guard gave the order, and the carriage was back on the road.

Xie Yanhe lifted the curtain and glanced back......

The corpses on the official road were piled up into a hill, and the red blood was flowing everywhere, obviously in the world, but it was like purgatory in front of him.

Xie Yanhe silently withdrew his gaze. She suppressed the uncomfortable feeling in her throat and looked at Princess Fuqing inquiringly.

"Your Highness, the palace maid beside you, when did she come to you?"

"It's been eight years now." Princess Fuqing pinched her eyebrows, and said with a tired look: "If there are more, the palace will not know." ”

Princess Fuqing's tone was a little decadent. It can be seen how hard Fanglu's betrayal hit her.

"Your Highness, Lord of the County. After Fanglu was a criminal official, it was recorded in the file that she was the daughter of a seven-rank petty official in Lingpingye County. The father was greedy for the silver of the river and sentenced him to be beheaded; She and her sister were flooded into the court. Her sister died of illness half a year after entering the palace. ”

Chunxue is the female official in charge of Princess Fuqing's side, a palace maid like Fanglu who serves closely, and Chunxue has long been clear about their background investigation.

"Sounds like a miserable man." Xie Yanhe hooked his lips meaninglessly and gave his opinion: "Your Highness, now you can exclude the crown prince." Eight years ago, he was able to plant spies around you, and the prince didn't have such skills. ”

"Who could that be? Yonghe, who are these people? Princess Fuqing's gorgeous phoenix eyes were full of coldness, and she gritted her teeth and said: "Except for Wei Jin, who else is like him, who can't wait to die in this palace!" ”

"Perhaps, it's just the skill of the people behind the scenes to kill people with knives." Xie Yanhe pursed the corners of his lips. The timing of Wei Zhao's accident was too coincidental.

Xie Yanhe's eyes seemed to be covered with a fog, as long as he grasped the thread, he could solve the mystery in front of him. But every time she approached that guess, the thought flashed through her, and she couldn't grasp it.

"It's better not Wei Jin!" Princess Fuqing snorted lightly.

Just as the two were talking, there was a sudden thunderous sound of horses' hooves in their ears, which was so loud that it seemed to move.

Princess Fuqing stood up directly from the carriage, did the other party send an army over? To deal with her as a princess, it also takes such a big hand?

Princess Fuqing gritted her teeth, there are so many dead soldiers, there is no luck tonight.

"Yonghe ......" Princess Fuqing looked at the window of the carriage that could accommodate one person.

"Your Highness, don't be impulsive yet." Xie Yanhe stopped Princess Fuqing's movements.

It's in this extremely difficult atmosphere. The sound of horses' hooves approaching with thunder and thunder......

Princess Fuqing's forehead was already oozing a thin layer of cold sweat, and she pulled out the golden hairpin in her hair and clenched it in her hand......

"Your Highness, the minions are late! His Highness was frightened. In this extremely frightened atmosphere, an extremely familiar voice suddenly came, a little more sharp and feminine than ordinary men.

"It's Gonggong Feng." Xie Yanhe's heart was relieved, his solemn expression was gone, and a relieved smile appeared on his snow-white face.

After Feng Ying and Chu Yan rendezvous, they transferred an army of 500 people from Shen Faxing, the general of Jin Wuwei, to aid Princess Fuqing.

Feng Ying traveled all the way, and after seeing Princess Fuqing's car, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But the torn clothes and sword marks on the guards' bodies, as well as the dull blood stains that stained the black clothes, all showed how fierce the battle had just been.

"Grandpa Feng." Princess Fuqing lifted the curtain and walked out.

Feng Ying turned over and dismounted, bowed to Princess Fuqing and said, "Your Highness, without further ado, the slave will escort you on your way." ”

The carriage in which Princess Fuqing rode was full of swords, and the wheel in front of the left was clearly struggling to support it.

Fortunately, Feng Ying has always been in place, and when he came, he had prepared a brand-new carriage made of fine iron.

"Your Highness, please move." Feng Ying stretched out an arm towards Princess Fuqing, ready to help Princess Fuqing get out of the car.

Princess Fuqing ignored Feng Ying's outstretched hand, turned her head to the carriage and said, "Yonghe, let's change the carriage." ”

"Okay." A soft, sweet and glutinous voice came from inside the carriage, like a yellow warbler tactful and a milk swallow crying at the beginning. Even if Feng Ying turned to ashes, it was impossible to forget this voice.

Feng Ying suddenly showed an incredible expression, and even thought that he was hallucinating for a while: How could the county lord of Yonghe be here?!

"Grandpa Feng." Chunxue opened the cotton curtain hanging on the carriage, and in the dim carriage, the girl sitting upright was picturesque, her skin was better than snow, and her beautiful face seemed to be glowing, and she actually set off the square inch in front of her into the existence of a jade hall golden house.

The luck in Feng Ying's heart disappeared in an instant. His knees suddenly went limp.

"County Lord, why are you here?"

Thinking of the dull blood stains on Princess Fuqing's bodyguards, a dense layer of cold sweat oozed from Feng Ying's back, and the cool breeze blew that made him shiver.

If the county lord of Yonghe and Princess Fuqing met with an accident, Feng Ying didn't even dare to imagine what His Majesty in anger would do!

"Grandpa Feng, now is not the time to catch up." Xie Yanhe pulled up the corners of his skirt and jumped out of the carriage first.

Feng Ying only then discovered that the girl in the brocade dress had an unconcealable embarrassment, her sideburns were slightly messy, and there were even blood stains splashed on the bright red skirt, which had turned into a black stain at the moment.

"County Lord, the blood on your body ......" Feng Ying's teeth trembled slightly, and his eyes looked at Xie Yanhe in disbelief.

If the county lord of Yonghe is injured because of this, his good days will probably come to an end.

"Not my blood." Xie Yanhe explained lightly, his eyes fell on the carriage not far away, and he jumped onto the carriage with his skirt first.

Xie Yanhe found out for the first time that Feng Ying was talking so much nonsense, she was already anxious at the moment, where would she have time to listen to Feng Ying's ramblings again.

Seeing this, Princess Fuqing raised her eyebrows and followed Xie Yanhe's footsteps into the carriage.

With the five hundred people brought by Feng Ying, the heart that Princess Fuqing was carrying suddenly relaxed.

Although the situation in the palace is unknown, for the rest of her life after the catastrophe, Princess Fuqing had the idea of joking: "Yonghe, since you returned to Beijing, it is the first time I have seen you so breathless." ”

Xie Yanhe didn't seem to hear the ridicule in Princess Fuqing's words, and said softly: "Isn't Your Highness worried about the situation in the palace?" Just like His Highness said, you and I don't know what Wei Jin's heart is. ”

Thanks to Xie Yan and these words, Princess Fuqing no longer had the idea of joking. She picked up the warm tea on the table, tilted her head and took a sip.

Xie Yanhe's purpose succeeded, and he fell silent in an instant, his eyes staring at the glass lamp hanging in the car, his eyes were confused.