His Majesty was grief-stricken, and specially announced that he would drop out of the dynasty for three days, and posthumously named Prince Li Ning as Prince Zhaohui.

Nianyun hardly knew how she returned to Penglai Hall later, she locked herself in the house and didn't want to see anyone, even You'er came to see her. In just a few days, she has lost a lot.

He knew that Nianyun was bitter in his heart, so he didn't bother her. In the past, she was the lady of the county, and later she was the crown princess and the concubine, and she always held the shelf, let her loosen up and vent.

But on the third day, Fennel couldn't help it, crying and running to the Zichen Palace, her forehead was about to bleed on the white marble steps in front of the Zichen Palace, "Your Majesty, Niangniang has not entered the water and rice for three days, slave and maid are brave, please go and persuade Niangniang to ......"

Li Chun sighed and strode towards the Penglai Palace.

The agarwood incense in the Penglai Hall has been replaced, and it has been replaced with a spice mixed with benzoin and sandalwood, which seems to have added some mint, and it smells very refreshing.

Li Chun walked into the main hall, and the green pothos guarding the hall was holding a bowl of bird's nest lotus seed soup in his hand, standing at the door of the dormitory a little helplessly, with a pair of pitiful eyes asking him for help, obviously Nianyun refused to let her in again.

Li Chun took the bowl from her hand, pushed open the door and walked in.

"Pothos, I can't eat ......"

Her voice was hoarse, like the wind blowing through the torn window paper, with a rustle of exhaustion, which distressed him.

Now she sat on the couch with her back to him, her long hair uncombed, and softly draped on her back. He could see that one part of her long hair had been cut abruptly and untrimmed, and it looked a little messy.

That was when Ning'er went, holding her hair tightly in her hands, and she couldn't break her fingers. So he took scissors and cut off the bunch of green silk for her, and simply fulfilled his wish and let him hold it and take it away.

He put the bowl on the table, walked over, and took her in his arms.

Nianyun realized that it was him, so she leaned softly into his arms, and it took a long time to hear her sigh.

Her eyes were a little swollen, but there were no tears anymore.

He heard her bury her face in his shoulder socket, and said sullenly: "He said that he hunted a bear for his concubine......"

He caressed her back, "Yes, he is the warrior of the Tang Dynasty." ”

He knew she wasn't down, she just couldn't eat. He brought the bowl of bird's nest lotus seed soup over, and said softly like a child: "You use some, in the end, You'er and Wanwan Luoluo still have to rely on you......"

Nian Yun reached out to take the bowl a little blankly, Li Chun shook his head, picked up the spoon, tested the temperature, and sent it directly to her mouth.

After feeding her the bowl of bird's nest lotus seed soup, Li Chun helped her stand up and walked to the dressing table, picked up an ivory comb, and gently combed her long hair.

He didn't know how to tie her hair in a bun, so he had to tie her long hair with a ribbon, and then picked up a thin pen in front of the dressing table, dipped some snails, and traced her eyebrows.

He had never done such a thing, but in the end he learned some painting when he was young, and he had some skills, although he couldn't describe her ordinary appearance, but he also had a different taste.

The woman in the mirror looked a little haggard, and there was a sad hesitation on her face that she had never felt before, so that Nianyun herself felt a little strange.

"It's all my fault, I didn't protect my son."

She shook her head slowly, hugged his waist sideways, pressed her face to his chest, and heard his steady and powerful heartbeat.

In the end, neither she nor him can fall, she is just tired, and after three days of rest, it is time for her to get up again and walk out.

She picked up the box of rouge from the dressing table, opened it, and two pale fingers pulled out a bright red rose rouge from it, and gently sipped it on her lips, hiding the little paleness, and regained a lot of complexion, and even her eyes seemed to regain their luster in an instant.

She raised her eyes to look at Her Majesty and asked, "What has Your Majesty done with?" ”

Li Chun said: "Locked up in the court bureau, waiting for you to deal with it." ”

She lowered her eyelashes slightly, not knowing if she could do it. The six girls who were sent in from the Court Bureau, Wang Linlang, who was deposed, Xiao Meiyi, Li Moyang, who died, and now Liu Qingqing, there are only the two most unremarkable maids left.

Li Chun said again: "Over there is the court bureau...... It has already been tried, and the Liu family has bought the Orion in advance and disguised the entrance of the cave to make it look like a badger's hole. Then the brown bear is introduced into the cave from another opening......"

She didn't want to hear any more about these specific processes, she only knew that if someone killed her son, she would definitely make that life worse than death.

But these two people, in the end, one is also His Majesty's biological son, and the other is a woman who once served him, saying that it is said that she will be handed over to deal with it, but if she really vents their anger, I am afraid that Your Majesty will blame it again.

Her voice was not loud, but it was loud, "Your Majesty, don't you think that the drama of this harem concubine seducing the prince and conspiring to kill the prince is very familiar, it is exactly the same as the method of Empress Zetian back then, but it is a pity that the chess is ...... behind."

Speaking of Empress Zetian, although everyone has to admit Empress Zetian's eloquence in governing the country, her almost devastating killing of the descendants of the Li royal family is still a thorn in the bones of every generation of emperors of the Tang Dynasty.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Li Chun's face sank and fell into silence.

Nian Yun accepted it when he saw that it was good, and no longer said, but asked, "Can Ji Meiren come to His Majesty to intercede?" ”

Li Chun shook his head, "She sent someone to pass on a message to me, saying that she would only eat the Buddha in the Chengxiang Hall from now on, Yun'er...... I'm at my disposal. ”

In this matter, if Ji Meiren can't see the private relationship between Yun'er and Liu Qingqing, I'm afraid it's unlikely, after all, every time Li Yun goes to see Liu Qingqing, it's under the banner of visiting Ji Meiren.

But if she had no knowledge of the murder of the prince, she would have believed it. After all, Ning'er is the one who really came out of her belly, even if Yun'er was raised by her side for a few years when she was a child, I am afraid that it is not as important as her biological son.

At this time, her adopted son murdered her own son, and she was not happy to think about it. But she didn't report it, and indirectly allowed the tragedy to happen.

Nianyun thought for a while and said, "Since this is the case, then Your Majesty will order someone to give Ji Meiren a robe embroidered with gold thread." ”

When the concubine Niangniang wore a plain white robe embroidered with silver thread and walked out of the dormitory with her long hair simply tied, everyone in the Penglai Hall breathed a long sigh of relief.

Qixi has been kneeling in the main hall for three whole days, and he has also not eaten water. His thin figure seemed thinner and thinner, and his cheeks were sunk into it, and his eyes were dark and haggard.

He wore an ochre-colored prison robe, which had not been changed for many days, and it was stained one by one, crumpled like pickle leaves that had just been taken out of the jar.

He had always been a neat man, and even if he always wore an ochre-colored robe, he had always been neat and tidy, and he had never been so embarrassed as he was today. The people who serve the master closely, whether they are eunuchs or palace maids, must be clean and tidy, without the slightest bad smell.

But now, he didn't have the heart to pay attention to his image and clothing.

He is a sinner, Du Qiu has actually reminded him a long time ago, if he hadn't hidden this matter and didn't report it, the concubine would definitely be vigilant, and the prince would not have had an accident.

And he watched in the main hall as the food brought to the door of the dormitory was brought out untouched again and again, and he only felt as if someone was holding a blunt knife and slashing his heart.

The ground was cold and hard, his knees were numb, and his legs were almost non-sensational. At this time, the concubine didn't eat or drink, and no one in the Penglai Palace still had the energy to take care of him. But he still knelt upright, as if this was the only way to cleanse his sins a little and make his heart a little more comfortable.

Fortunately, the concubine came out, and she is still a strong woman in the end. She appeared in the main hall, not haggard and withered, although pale and cold, but her momentum was undiminished.

The string in his heart, which had been tightened, suddenly relaxed, and he suddenly felt a little dizzy, and somehow, he remembered a lot of things in a trance.

It has been a long time since he entered the palace, so long that almost all of his former life outside the palace has become blurred.

Once upon a time, he was also the son of an official eunuch family, and when he was very young, he remembered in a trance that there were seven or eight servants and maids in the family, and there were always chickens, ducks, and fish on the dinner table, and the family was very wealthy. When he was a child, his mother seemed to have held him and taught him to read and write, igniting in his heart a little dream of studying and taking the imperial examination, as well as the lofty ambition of defending his family and the country.

And then?

Later, it seems that a lot of people came, and they put a lot of yellow notes in his house, and they also pasted that kind of notes on his house, and his home was no longer his home, and his father and mother were caught by them, and they didn't know where to send them.

He was told that his home had been ransacked.

As a young man, he ran out alone, and later, when he was begging for half a steamed bun on the street, he was discovered by a colleague or friend of his father and brought home.

The family treated him very well, recognized him as a righteous son, made him a lot of new clothes, and let him study and learn calligraphy with Xiaolang in the family.

There was a beautiful concubine in the house, a year older than him, and he remembered how she danced the Hu Xuan Dance, in a big red dance dress embroidered with flowers, and she kept spinning and spinning, and when she turned in front of him, she smiled at him.

He and her should be regarded as childhood sweethearts, they all said that she liked him, and it seemed that his father-in-law's family was also planning to wait for them to grow up, so they simply accepted him.

He grew up in that house until he was eleven years old, but he didn't expect to have a nightmare again, and he once again saw the group of fierce and vicious soldiers break into the house, take out the familiar yellow seal, and paste it all over the house.

His consciousness began to blur gradually, but he suddenly heard the voice of the concubine, she called the pothos, "Pothos, ask someone to help him down and pour a bowl of hot soup." ”

The voice was still gentle, soft as the gentle breeze of March, and he felt a little inexplicable joy in his heart, in the end, she still cared about his life or death.

But her footsteps seemed to be gone again, and he tried to keep her, but he couldn't make any sound.

He seemed to hear Fennel's voice again in the chaos, "Niangniang, this is ......"

"The Court Bureau."