If it weren't for Qi Changrong knowing that Zhou Shiren was open-minded, I am afraid that he would think that he was suspected of being a dragon Yang.

At this time, Junchen rolled his eyes, and under Zhou Shiren's expectant gaze, he bowed his head with a reserved heart: "You can go with you." ”

Suddenly, Zhou Shiren's eyes became brighter.

The eyes of the person in front of him seemed to be full of stars, Qi Changrong withdrew his hand and pinched his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Since this is the case, it is decided to do so, and the two of you will take care all the way." ”

The hour is getting late, and when the night successfully covers this side of the world,

When seeing him off, Qi Changrong stood on the side of the road and reminded Junchen with a smile: "General, you are not the boss on this trip, so you don't need to defend your position." ”

"Don't forget, next March is a good day for Gu Ying to marry the crown princess."

"Half a year."

Junchen sat on horseback, holding the reins tightly in his hand, and looked at Qi Changrong's eyes as if they contained a thousand words.

In the end, it was reduced to one sentence.

"Your Highness, rest assured, no matter what you miss, the minister will not miss His Highness's wedding."

The words fell, and when the night was thick, he raised his horsewhip and drove away.

Seeing the two leave, Qi Changrong returned to the Jin Palace.

Sun's funeral was handed over to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to arrange, as the prince, in order to protect the dignity of the royal family of a country, Qi Changrong could not stay for a long time, and after putting on a stick of incense, he left with everyone.

After three days of rest, he re-entered the tomb of the Queen Mother.

The momentum was so great that it even alarmed Qi Ziruo, who was guarding filial piety in Xingqing Palace.

Standing on the imperial city and watching the tomb team leave, Qi Ziruo found Qi Zihuan who was in the Buddhist hall, and brought a pot of spirits by the way.

"Another man has died in the palace."

After a few months of meditation, although the fear in Qi Zihuan's heart has not decreased, she has been able to face herself calmly.

After listening to Qi Ziruo's words, he opened his eyes and glanced at her, but instead sat down cross-legged and asked, "What day did no one die in the palace?" ”

Qi Ziruo was silent, and finally had to admit that Qi Zihuan was telling the truth.

Have there been fewer deaths in the palace over the years?

Most of them died quietly, making it difficult to react.

Seeing that she was silent, Qi Zihuan glanced back at her, took the liquor from Qi Ziruo's hand, and took a sip of it himself.

The spicy taste spread in her mouth, making Qi Zihuan choke several times, her throat was hot, as if it was about to start burning, and tears oozed from the corners of her eyes.

After a while, she put the flask aside, wiped her mouth casually with her sleeve, and asked with red eyes, "Tell me, who died this time can make you so sad." ”

Half of a pot of wine was gone, and the rich aroma of wine lingered around the two of them, Qi Ziruo looked at her inexplicably, slightly stunned: "Don't you believe in Bodhisattva, can you still drink with me?" ”

"I don't believe in bodhisattvas, I never believe in them." Qi Zihuan looked up at the statue of the Bodhisattva who was high up and seemed to be sympathetic to all sentient beings, but actually ignored the suffering of sentient beings, and finally saw himself clearly in the Buddha's words one after another: "I worship her, just to ask for peace of mind." ”

Qi Ziruo suddenly became very curious: "Then have you ever been reassured?" ”

"Nope." Qi Zihuan wrapped his knees around him, and his body was as thin as paper: "I dreamed back at midnight, I was still very scared, there were too many people who died in the past two years, so much so that when I thought about it, I felt creepy." ”

"But those people's deaths have nothing to do with you."

"As long as I'm a member of the royal family, it's about me."

The most impressive thing is that during the time when she first entered the small Buddha hall, she couldn't sleep all night long, and could only rely on hypnotic drugs prepared by the imperial doctor to barely save her life.

To this day, there is still a half-old child crying in her dreams.

Before, when she heard this cry, she was terrified and frightened.

The crying was still there, but she could listen quietly.

If the child cried so much, she could even reach out another hand and put her arms around his neck.

She doesn't regret it.

Although she will still be afraid, she will have nightmares and will not be able to live in peace, but even if she is given another chance to choose again, her choice is still like that.

Compared to waking up crying from a dream at the beginning, to now waking up with a smile.

It's not like it's all without progress.

"Do you remember Sun?" Seeing that Qi Zihuan's spirit was a little wrong, Qi Ziruo quickly changed the topic and asked faintly.

The memories of the past are still very clear, and Qi Zihuan quickly linked a certain person in his mind with the Sun family in Qi Ziruo's mouth.

A palace man with a special identity first served the queen mother, then his father, and finally was sent by his father to the prince's brother.

Although they often appear in the palace, they are already famous and even known to these princesses.

Hearing this, Qi Zihuan was not surprised for half a minute, and even brought three points of indifference in ignorance.

"Counting her age, she should also die, she is already very blessed to live to such an age in the palace."

Hearing this, Qi Ziruo glanced at her fixedly: "I thought you would be sad." ”

"Why?"

"Because the Sun family is the person that the prince's brother cares about, and you care about the prince's brother the most, don't you?"

Qi Zihuan didn't speak, a trace of dazedness slipped under his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

Seeing her like this, Qi Ziruo's heart was complicated, and he asked again: "Don't you want to know how Lian Ji Niangniang is?" ”

"She's damned."

……

Out of the small Buddha hall, Qi Ziruo went straight to the East Palace.

Seeing that this princess in plain clothes suddenly came to the East Palace, Ji Fang didn't even dare to stop her, and hurriedly welcomed people in respectfully.

Qi Changrong put down the wolf pen and asked softly, "Why is Thirteen here?" ”

Ji Fang didn't dare to disturb the conversation between the brother and sister, and retreated again.

After the people left, Qi Ziruo spoke bluntly and said his guess: "Brother Prince, Sister Twelve Emperor is going crazy. ”

After hearing this, Qi Changrong's expression between his eyebrows was slightly solemn.

Seeing this, Qi Ziruo pursed his lips and continued: "I went to the Little Buddha Hall today, the imperial sister is very haggard, and her spirit is not very good, she doesn't seem to care about anything, even if she mentions Lianji, she only replied to me, 'She should die'." ”

Inexplicably, when she saw Qi Zihuan's state, she was very scared.

The reason why the royal sister lived in the Buddha hall was to seek a peace of mind, but in the current situation, the imperial sister was not at peace.

Although there is nothing abnormal on the surface, the core may have been broken a long time ago, and it is even more terrifying than a madman who is making a lot of noise.

"Brother Prince, is the Twelfth Emperor Sister dying?"

Qi Changrong: "Why did Thirteen say that?" ”

"My mother once told me that if a person is crazy, he will either bury himself first or bury others first, but in any case, it is only a matter of time before the madman himself dies."

Qi Changrong did not deny her statement, and only said slowly: "What do you think Thirteen should do?" ”

"Send the imperial sister out of the palace, go to a place that can really give her peace, away from the sinful place of the palace, for the imperial sister, it is the best and only choice."

Speaking of this, Qi Ziruo was a little anxious, and involuntarily clenched his fists.

"The imperial sister has been changed, and there are enough people dead in the palace, I don't want to watch her die."

Countless emotions were deposited in the bottom of his eyes, Qi Changrong closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already clear.

"This matter, Lone will arrange it."

Ten days passed for this arrangement.

This is the first time Qi Changrong has set foot in the small Buddha hall.

She stood in the courtyard outside the Buddha Hall, waved away the people waiting on both sides, and quietly listened to the sound of wooden fish knocking in the Buddha Hall.

The sound went from light to heavy, the rhythm from slow to fast, and finally with the heavy and urgent percussion, when everything subsided, Qi Changrong seemed to hear the sound of throwing in the Buddhist hall, and the silent roar of pain.

True, just like Qi Ziruo said.

Twelve is going crazy, or is already crazy

Qi Changrong walked in, and she saw Qi Zihuan lying on the ground, dressed in a gray robe, covering her bright light.

The heavy hair blocked one of Qi Zihuan's eyes, and when she saw the familiar person in front of her looking at her condescendingly, she couldn't react for a while, and she still looked dumbfounded

I don't know how long it took, when Qi Changrong squatted down, Qi Zihuan immediately got up and hugged her brother's shoulder tightly, like grasping the last life-saving straw, terrified.

"Brother Prince, I'm so scared."

Hearing the sound, Qi Changrong rubbed the back of Qi Zihuan's head, and said softly: "Lone has built a manor in Suzhou, the scenery in the manor is very beautiful, and there is also a Buddhist hall, which is full of Lone's henchmen, they won't harm you, is it okay for my brother to send you there?" ”

Qi Zihuan was not sure: "Is it okay?" ”

"Yes." Qi Changrong's voice was very soft, but very firm: "I believe in my brother, there is my brother, in Suzhou, if you say one, no one dares to say two." ”

"Okay, I'll go."

The palace is the most ornate cage in the world

How can you find true peace in this cage?

Qi Zihuan has never been a brave person.

She is afraid of death, and she is afraid that it is better to live than dead.

Therefore, she became a deserter again, and chose to go to a place where no one knew her, and under the protection of the prince's brother.

In the boundless wind and waves, there was one less princess in the palace, which did not cause much turmoil.

At the same time, Qi Ziruo, who knew that Qi Zihuan was taken away, was finally no longer afraid.

Being able to escape safely from the cage of this ghostly companion is the luckiest thing in this life.

November.

Qi Changrong was summoned to the imperial study.

Emperor Jin An told her in a deep voice: "The former emperor Nong Zhou is critically ill, and he wants to see you before he dies." ”

When the words fell, Emperor Jin An's eyes were full of inquiry when he looked at Qi Changrong.

He couldn't figure out why the old man had made such a request when he was seriously ill.

Facing Emperor Jin'an's scrutiny, Qi Changrong was as calm as ever, and did not evade: "Father, the son is willing to go to see him off the old man for the last time." ”

After a long time, Emperor Jin An frowned, and finally waved his hand.

"Let's go, you need to remember that he is an old man with high morality and respect, and his protégés are all over the world, so he must be cautious."