There was chaos in the harem, and three days have passed since the king of Jin fell off the cliff, and there has been no news. The queen's tears rippled weakly in the emperor's arms, "Feng'er, the happiness that was finally obtained, how can this be, can't God treat Feng'er well?" ”

"Don't cry, I'll be distressed, the secret guards in the palace, I have sent them out, I believe there will be news soon, it's freezing outside, your identity is special, it's inconvenient to go out of the palace, there is no news that they are still alive, you have to take care of your body, otherwise, Feng'er will be sad and sad when he comes back."

The emperor personally wiped the tears of his beloved woman, for so many years, through ups and downs, they comforted each other, encouraged each other, and handled every conspiracy carefully. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and he only takes one scoop to drink. However, beautiful visions are often broken by a lot of helpless constraints, in order to balance many forces, he broke his promise to his wife, wandering around other women in the harem, the birth of the prince one by one, but also made him more and more ashamed of her, caressing her soft hair, kissing her cheek, "Don't be afraid, with me, you and the emperor will be safe." ”

A loud noise came into her ears, and Qing'er woke up from the haze, and her mind immediately cleared up.

A resolute, well-defined side face came into view, and King Jin carried her out of the carriage, "Have we arrived?" "The hazy sky, intermittent light snow, the night wind swept through the cold branches, a few plum blossoms on the branches fell faintly, scattering the cold plum fragrance, as if a snowstorm was coming.

The more you go inside, the stronger the fragrance of plum blossoms, sure enough, a turn, both sides of the road are plum blossom trees, staggered to the depth, plum blossoms bloom in the cold winter, petals accompanied by snowflakes have fluttered lightly between this heaven and earth, like a colorful fairy tale world.

Red and white, the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, the eyes are all the luster of glazed tiles, the eaves into the temples and white clouds, and there is no lack of deep and broad step-by-step.

Such a deep courtyard makes Qing'er feel isolated from the world.

Hot water was prepared in the room, Qing'er soaked comfortably in it, her whole body was comfortable, plum blossom petals were all over the water, and the king of Jin outside the door coughed lightly: "This king doesn't like women to serve closely, so there are no maids in this courtyard, the weather is cold, the water temperature is cold, and it is inconvenient to heat water with you." ”

"I see." No wonder when he came in, he felt that the objects in the room were too rigid, and at first glance he knew that it was a man's room, and he bowed and threw it in the air, which was quiet and comfortable.

King Jin returned to the room after bathing, the room was so quiet that there was no sound, a soothing aroma wafted in his nose, King Jin walked to the table, opened the incense burner, extinguished the incense in the furnace, turned around, and looked at the bed in the room, on the teeth of the bed with a layer of wool blanket, the slender figure, the black hair scattered on the snow-white felt, with a slightly pale morbid beauty.

The night is sultry, the moonlight is like water, and in the silver-lit palace of the war king, only the lights tell the emptiness of the master.

The war king stood under the wall, possessed and used a small shovel to throw away the soil under the tree, shoveling one by one, revealing a delicate porcelain altar inside, he carefully took it out, opened the dusty lid for a long time, and some scattered gadgets appeared in front of his eyes, his mind fell into memories, muttering to himself.

"When I was seven years old, I fell into the situation carefully laid out by others, accidentally picked the beehive, so many bees poured out of the nest, overwhelming, I ran desperately, the palace banquet sang and danced, the guards could not stop the attack of those bees, I have never been so afraid, it was you who desperately grabbed me, a voice of Brother Che called me, pulled me to the harem, those bees did not intend to let us go, or you rushed me into the river, and threw a straw pipe to me, Use yourself to lure away those bees. ”

He endured, his body trembled, tears slid down his cheeks, flowing into his mouth, salty taste, "This is the second time I shed tears, the first time was to see you lying on the bed dying, with red envelopes all over your face, those are not the most terrible, the innate bee venom of bees makes the imperial doctors helpless." I hold you and beg you, I didn't believe in the Buddha before, but that time I begged him in the Buddha hall, but if you can survive, I will definitely spend the rest of my time guarding you, never leaving this life, and never giving up in the next life. ”

Time passes minute by minute, but here, there is a feeling that time is frozen, and a faint sense of oppression is strongly transmitted, "Where are you?" Where the hell are you? He hugged the porcelain altar, tears flowed out, he no longer wanted to suppress himself, the ink was hidden in the corner not far away, sad in his heart, but helpless. Such an infatuated man, if he really can't find his beloved, how should he be good in this life.

The courtyard is covered with white snow, between the heaven and the earth, a few points of red are embellished in it, the red plum is proud of the snow, it is really a time to compete for beauty, hidden in the white snow, the red is bright, the white is pure, the yard decoration is extraordinarily good-looking.

The charcoal stove in the house is dyed with silver charcoal, which is warm and melts, and insulates the cold outside. Qing'er's voice sounded in the ears of King Jin like catkins floating from afar, fading his usual strong attitude, he got up from the soft collapse, "Wake up, it's still early, the weather here is cold, you can sleep more." "This courtyard is relatively remote, and he can't find a suitable maid for a while, he doesn't worry about her, just like when he is in the palace, she sleeps in the bed, he who is soft, neither blasphemy her, but also let her sleep peacefully. In the past, it was he who underestimated the sinister intentions of others, and put her in danger several times, and his heart ached, so that his beloved was in danger. Not anymore, he did his best to protect her until she opened her heart and accepted each other.

His words seemed to be mixed with too much complexity and depression, and the sense of helplessness was also strong and inexplicably comforting: "I can take care of myself." Thinking of the tenderness of his kiss on her, her face burned slightly and she looked away.

The queen mother squinted lightly on the couch, the prince pushed open the door, the heating lingered, a pot of charcoal fire in the house was bursting with stars, he bypassed the brazier, looked into the inner room, only the queen mother looked a little angry in the empty room, the smoke of the silver smoker next to it curled up, and the sandalwood was as light as a wisp.

The prince stood in the hall, silently calming his face, staring at the queen mother's eyes flashing with some feelings, both deep and persistent, the anger he was holding back just now seemed to have nowhere to vent, and his complexion changed and changed.

"The prince should be in the study, why did he come to the mourning family?" The Queen Mother tapped on the handrail, and it seemed to be regular, making the originally lifeless palace have a little sound, but it was like a sharp blade slowly sinking into the prince's heart.

"Imperial grandmother, your grandson has grown up beside you since childhood, and if your grandson cares about it and likes it, the imperial grandmother will try her best to help her grandson do it, and her grandson is extremely fortunate to be favored by the imperial grandmother. At the age of seventeen, the grandson undoubtedly broke into the inner room of the concubine Niangniang, and discovered the father's pure teaching and love for the seventh brother, which were all longed for by the grandson, but the father never gave the grandson. The imperial grandmother was furious, her grandson was so moved, you hurt your grandson. But now that her grandson has grown up, why does the imperial grandmother want to let her grandson hurt so much, so painfully. "Qing'er is something he thinks of, even if he wants to fall, he will fall, even if he breaks, the fragments are also his, and no one else can do it.

"You are too disappointed in the mourning family, she is just a concubine, or a married woman, where is it worthy of your favor, you will be the respect of the Ninety-Five, how noble your identity is, how can you marry a brother and wife as the queen, since God gave her an unspeakable life, the mourning family will risk the world's disapproval, send her back, the mourning family will not believe it, God will not accept her. The mourning family would rather die at the expense of clearing obstacles for you, and what you get is your questioning, pain? Do you know how painful it is to mourn the family? The Queen Mother was angry, her hands clenched into fists, and slammed them on the armrests of the chair, with a great sense of chagrin that hatred of iron could not become steel.

Leng Shaochen searched for the news intensively, and ordered someone to send it quickly, he looked at the secret report in his hand and sat down on the chair, and he had not yet recovered from the shadow of Qing'er's disappearance, and the mastermind behind the scenes was the Queen Mother! It turned out that his every move was in the control of the Queen Mother, and he hated this feeling more and more, like a clown jumping off the beam, where the commander's stick was thrown, he would jump to.

The eagle falcon's dark eyes were imprinted into the Queen Mother's aggressive gaze, "Imperial grandmother, my grandson doesn't want this to happen next time." ”

The Queen Mother walked down the steps step by step, her demeanor elegant and calm, "The prince has a special status, and he should know his responsibilities." The mourning family's birthday banquet was intended to give you a marriage, and I also informed you in advance, but you were good, not only refused, but even the invitation of the Shangguan General's Mansion was also pushed down, military power is the top priority in the court, you don't know the severity, act arbitrarily, but the mourning family can't let it go. ”

"Imperial grandmother, grandson has a lot of women in the house over the years, and there has never been a person who really cares, men, should take state affairs first, grandson has known the burden on his body since he was a child. Because of this, the grandson wants to find a confidant, so that the grandson can also taste the fun of family affairs after state affairs. Murong Qing'er was an accident, although she came late, it was like a blood injected into her grandson's life, making her grandson think of it every time she thought of it, and there seemed to be irrepressible passion and impulses in her bones, which are what grandchildren should have at this age. It's a pity that the imperial grandmother didn't allow a word, and the grandson's hope was curbed. "He hates blood, hates killing, but has to spend his days in the company of blood and killing, and the resolute character forged by swords and blood makes him especially hateful to cowardly and soft-boned people. Murong Qing'er can sacrifice her life to lead away the killer and cover the King of Jin, it can be seen that she has her courage and mind, he has a lot of Yingying Yanyan in the prince's mansion, but no one can compare with her, in comparison, he feels pathetic, as the prince, he has the best food and clothing, and now it seems that these are just floating clouds, he is really inferior to the King of Jin.