Inside the Ziyang Pavilion.

On the Nanmu Taishi chair in the center of the hall, Gongzi Yin Jing sat in a snow robe, looking very elegant, shaking the Xiangfei bamboo fan in his hand.

On the coffee table, the white tea is fragrant, and the mist circles are spreading.

"It was the dereliction of duty of his subordinates who blindly underestimated the enemy, and his identity was exposed."

The person kneeling below is Chang'an.

Hearing this, the person on the Taishi's chair slowly opened his eyes, sharp and clear. He took a faint sip of tea, and the expression on his face was not clear.

Behind him, there was also a woman standing.

A woman wrapped in black clothes and unable to see her face clearly, on the woman's left wrist, the black clothes were neatly cut open, and a long slit was torn open, from which faint traces of blood could be seen.

"Zhen Niang, the hidden guard is derelict in his duties, what crime should he be guilty of?"

Hearing the master's question, the woman in black trembled.

Ignoring the pain, she immediately stepped forward and knelt beside Chang'an, the sword in her right hand "clanged" to the ground, and there was a strong smell of blood.

Looking at the injuries on her body, Yin Jing frowned.

"Back to the master, Chang'an was derelict in his duties, and his arm should be broken, but the enemy's martial arts are really strong, and she is young, so ...... Therefore, I beg my master to be merciful, I am willing to exchange my arms for one of hers! ”

"Mother!"

Chang An glanced at the person next to him, "knocked" to the ground, and knocked a few times.

"Master, it's Chang'an's fault, Chang An is willing to accept punishment!"

Concubine Xiang's bamboo fan shook slowly, and the one above didn't look at her, her expression was still faint, but she stared straight at the woman in black.

"If you have broken arms, you're a piece of waste."

"Waste, you can't be a hidden guard anymore."

The woman's heart was cold. The hands that were lying on the ground began to tremble slightly, and she raised her head and glanced at her daughter beside her, but her tone was still firm.

"Please be gracious to the master!"

After that, I saw her slap to the ground, the curtain in the room flew, and the cold sword on the ground, light and delicate, suddenly launched with the air current, flew into the air, and then turned around, aimed the blade below, with a powerful force, towards the woman's outstretched arms, a sword slashed down!

"Don't!"

Chang An screamed and rushed over frantically, but only touched his mother's arm, the severed hand, soft, and warm temperature.

The smell of blood was even stronger in the air.

"Mother......

The man in black faced the man on the Taishi's chair, knelt on one knee with a sword in his right hand. The pain in her body made her brows furrow.

"Subordinate, thank you, Childe."

"I just said, without your arms, you're a piece of waste. Since one hand is wrong, then use one hand to pay back. ”

The expression of the superior was still very cold.

He turned his head to look at Chang'an, but in his starry eyes, it was like ten thousand cold needles sprinkled.

"Next time, if you are arrogant, you will be the one who will die."

Touching the sword at the age of three, practicing hard at the age of six, and performing the first mission at the age of nine, even though he has experienced countless battles and slashed countless enemies, Chang'an at this moment has been shocked and frightened.

Because she had never seen such a cold son, and such a determined mother.

Blood was gushing down.

The hand of the man in black holding the hilt of the sword became more and more pale.

With a "whoosh" sound, next to the cup of unfinished white tea, there was an innocent plum blossom-shaped porcelain vase, and around the flower core, there were seven petals, each petal, containing a pure white pill, and a faint fragrance drilled into the nostrils.

"Plum Blossom Dan?"

"Kid, quick, get it for me!"

The voice of the man in black sounded disordered, with wisps of hoarseness, and when he heard the order, Chang An hurriedly went to get it.

A month later, the sub-Sakura Pavilion.

It's desolate again, and it's bleaker than ever.

Just last month, in the body of Mrs. Gongzi, the doctor suddenly diagnosed the epidemic, and for a whole month, the people have been tossing and turning.

"Can you bring this medicine in?"

Another maidservant, wearing a veil on her face, sneered, and pushed the medicine bowl back.

"You'd better go, I've always been careless."

"It's not that I said, what's the matter, you should go in and serve, I saw Sister Yanran reward you yesterday, and I shirked it in every possible way when I got the reward, and I used us stupid people as guns, and we have no heart and no liver, and we dare to let you take advantage of it?"

"Whew! Do you get less benefits? Don't chew the root of your tongue here! ”

"You ......"

She was about to fight back, but when she saw Yanran coming over, she glared at the other party fiercely, and couldn't help but be silent.

"Give me the medicine bowl, and you all go down."

"Yes."

After seeing the people leave, Yanran sighed silently, then covered her mouth and nose with a scarf, gently pushed open the door, the bead curtain sounded, the curtain covered the whole couch, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing, like the tomb of the living dead. The food on the coffee table was not touched at all.

"Miss, drink the medicine."

No one answered. Yan Ran's heart was stunned, and there was a trace of fear in her tone.

"Miss? ……”

Yan Ran held her breath and stared at the movement inside, and just as she was about to scream, the curtain there suddenly moved, and then a thin hand stretched out tremblingly.

"Hoo ......"

The person in front of the bed secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the hands gradually went down, she didn't know why, she was a little sad.

More than half a month has passed. The hands that carried the decoction gradually withered, and as the days passed, they dried up like chicken feet, and they were completely inhuman.

In less than October, the young lady of the Yin Siwang Mansion died.

There was no condolence and memorial, and I found a clear water temple in the distance, and hastily did a few rituals, and then burned and buried, and the scene was deserted.

Since her death, in addition to folding a letter to the court, she only sent a letter to Xie Fu, and a small servant hurriedly ran across the garden and ran to the dripping eaves, and the white robe stood indifferently.

"Childe, Xie Fu has replied."

Yin Jing took the letter and opened it twice.

On a huge piece of rice paper, there are only two sentences written on it.

"The bride has entered the East Mansion, and there is a difference between relatives and relatives, and condolences can be waived."

The white-robed man frowned, and in an instant, the piece of paper was crumpled into a ball, and in the palm of his hand, it immediately turned into a pile of scraps, floating in the air, like a feather, slowly falling.

"Bastard."

In that indifferent mouth, these words slowly spit out.

After the funeral, Zi Sakura Pavilion was completely silent.

After Xie Tong's death, everyone regarded it as unlucky, every corner of the pavilion, there were traces of wormwood staining, no one was willing to wait, even the Yan sisters, because they were valued by Mrs. Qin, and sent to the prince's house to serve the prince's decoction.

"It's your mother's deed."

There was a piece of paper on the coffee table, and Mrs. Qin picked it up and put it in front of Yancai.

"In the small branches and alleys of Qianmen Street, there is a small courtyard with three entrances and three exits, which will be your place of residence from now on, serve the prince well, do your duty, I will not treat you badly."

Yancai fell to her knees, tears falling suddenly.

"Thank you Madame for your love, the slave and maid are grateful, there is nothing to repay in this life, I must take care of the son of the world, and serve the dog and horse for my wife."

"You girl, you're a person who understands."

The people above looked at her with very satisfied eyes.

"From now on, you two sisters, born as the son of the world, died as the soul of the son, I am inconvenient to stay here, you go, the future will be full of blessings and disasters, it will be your creation, and it is good not to complain in the future."

"Slave maid, Mrs. Xie instructs."

With that, the men on the ground bowed down and withdrew.

The night breeze poured in from the window and blew on Mrs. Qin's face, and she couldn't help but shudder, but her thoughts went back to many years ago.

The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus is open to both sides of the face.

Camelina ...... Camelina ...... It's been a long, long time since I've heard anyone call her like this, and her eyes are itchy, like sand squinting.

"Come, take my cloak, I'll go see the princess."

In the main cabinet, the princess stretched out on the sickbed.

The room has been smoked for a long time, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance, and the soft smoke bed curtain is half lifted. The princess is only forty years old, but her body is weak and tight, her cheeks are thin and dry, at first glance, she looks like an old woman in the streets, her upper body is leaning on the soft pillow of Shu brocade cattail, and the lower half of her body is covered with an autumn fragrance thin jacket.

There is no ice in the house all year round, only two old maids who serve closely, all day and night, holding a fan and waving it lightly beside them.

Mrs. Qin leaned against the flower table on the edge of the couch.

One sat dry, the other held on, and the two were relatively speechless.

Finally, the princess's lips twitched twice, and she glanced at the people around her lightly.

"Let's go down first, and we'll talk about ourselves for a while."

"Yes."

After the screen was erected and the outer door was closed, Mrs. Qin couldn't hold back her emotions anymore, lowered her head, covered her eyes with a handkerchief, and shed tears of grievance.

"You ......"

The princess turned her head to the inner room, but remained silent, and after a while, looking at the person in front of her, she sighed faintly.

"Zhilian, I know your suffering, but Jing'er has grown up, and you should forget some of the past, otherwise this disaster will ...... Sooner or later, it will have to fall on Jing'er, and it will be too late to regret it. So who is the new emperor? What kind of character is the Queen Mother? It's not that you don't know! ”

"Sister, how can I not know?"

The sound of crying became more and more irrepressible, and gradually leaked out.

"For so many years, I have always been silent, I dare not say a word, I dare not take one more step, isn't it just afraid that Jing'er will fall into the mouth? This huge palace is a demon cave, I was deceived by him, but he couldn't protect me, I didn't say anything, and he regarded me as a ......"

At this point, her tone was choked up, and it was difficult to continue.

"Okay......"

The princess stretched out her dry hand and gently wiped her tears.

"He's been dead for years, and you're still in your prime."

"Sister, only in front of you, I can cry to my heart's content, if you hadn't saved me, I would have died by now."

"What do you say about it...... Zhilian, listen to my advice......"

"I ......"

Mrs. Qin's flower-like jade color, but at this moment, it was all twisted into a ball, and three points of sorrow, three points of sorrow, and four points of uncompromising stubbornness appeared, and those beautiful eyes struggled, and after a long time, they gritted their teeth and said:

"I ...... I'm not reconciled! ”

The princess tilted her head inward, sighed, and said no more.

On the Ziyang Pavilion.

In the smoke tent, the scenery of Qixia, the cool breeze lifts the curtain, and the surroundings are flying.

Zicheng leaned on Yin Jing's arms, his hair was three thousand, pouring down like a waterfall, Yin Jing's fingertips rubbed, caressing along the way, and infinite love and pity were born in his heart.

The feather tent is full of fragrance in the morning, and the bead curtain leaks credit at night.

His fingers stroked to his chin, and the person in his arms raised his head, his eyes were as clear as water, as bright as the Nine Heavens Divine Moon, making people unconscious of a trance, and he stroked his face, nose, and trembling eyebrows.

"What a beautiful ......"

The slender and curly eyelashes are embellished like paint, and a lot of light is refracted in the pupils of the person in his arms.

"Sub-city...... Sub-city ......"

"There is such a beautiful person in this whole world, if it weren't for what I saw with my own eyes and what I got with my own eyes, I would never believe it!"

The person in his arms was silent, breathing evenly.

Wearing a honey-colored pipa placket robe, with a jade hydrangea sachet hanging from his waist, Zicheng's eyes drooped slightly, and he put his cheek on his palm, enjoying this comfort very much, touching his smooth cheeks, the fine white fluff was extraordinarily soft.

Zicheng blushed slightly.

The man above suddenly laughed.

"The waist is thin and has a lot of attitude, and the face turns amorous because of the redness. The way you look at the moment is really the best in the world, and the scenery is infinitely beautiful. ”

Zicheng's eyebrows and eyes were open, like anger and joy, like a smile, like a spring breeze in March, a warm breath slowly rushed towards Yin Jing.

Green silk covered the pillows.

"We're just like that, it's already good."

At zero distance, he carefully stroked the face in his hand: a broad forehead, eyebrows, a high nose, a shallow and soft lip line, and a thin chin......

"Hmm."

Outside the carved beam painting pavilion, a good rain fell in the dripping rain, covering up all the sounds.

Early the next morning.

Heaven and earth are washed anew.

The summer heat has dissipated, Yin Jing stood on the edge of the window, a cool breeze blowing on his face.

His hair was in a messy bun, and he didn't have time to freshen up, looking at the scenery of Your Excellency, high and low, full of dazzling, suddenly felt extremely warm, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, and his eyes were as gentle as water.

In the Yin Palace, Bixiao Pavilion.

This palace is quiet and elegant, originally given by Emperor Yin at will, at first the garden was full of greenery, among the flower beds, there were only begonias, and there was a little color. Since Concubine Feng moved in, she asked for many crape myrtles from the inner court and transplanted them into the entire palace.

Crape myrtle pollen is white and light purple, moist red and dripping dew, and the flowers are clustered purple and red, and at a glance, they are as prosperous as spring.

Emperor Yin was lazy today, and he was in a good mood.

"Someone."

Hearing the call, Concubine Feng walked to the edge of the couch, opened the fog and smoke tent with her own hands, smiled and bent down, "The emperor is safe." ”

This night, too long has passed since the last time.

The person in front of him was already neatly dressed.

Combed with a ruyi high hairpin and deer bun, a milky cloud gauze placket palace dress, the waist of the colorful silk elegant, the action ring jingling, very pleasant, meticulous up and down the body, dignified, and revealed a charming and light state.

With a smile on her cheeks and eyebrows, she looks like a little daughter in her boudoir, which makes Concubine Feng look beautiful and lovable.

A smile welled up in his eyes.

"Why did you wake up so early?"

After speaking, he beckoned to her again.

"Come here."

Hearing the call, she was still pleasant, but her face was overjoyed, and she stepped forward slowly, Emperor Yin grabbed her white wrist and slowly rubbed it in the palm of her hand.

"You're a little different today."

When she heard this, she was silent, only smiled and lowered her head.

He let go of her hand and looked out the window, the scenery was very pleasant.

"The flowers of your crape myrtle hall bloom very well, ten thousand times better than begonias, I like it very much, the name 'Bixiao Pavilion' is too noisy, so I will change the name to 'Ziwei Hall', people...... It's more delicate than flowers. ”

"The emperor is used to making fun of his concubines."

"The crape myrtle in front of the court is the first flower, and the graceful and graceful Ming Dynasty is glowing. The concubines thank the emperor for the name, with your reward, the concubine's crape myrtle hall will be full of brilliance. ”

Seeing that she was happy, Emperor Yin's heart was also very happy.

"It's not early today, you serve me to freshen up, let's go to Chenyang Palace together and say hello to the Queen Mother."

Hearing this, Concubine Feng's heart tightened, she looked at Emperor Yin in a daze, and hesitated in embarrassment: "The Queen Mother worships the Buddha, she likes Su Jing, and the concubine's outfit is just afraid of being too rushed." ”

"I'm here, I'm not afraid."

Emperor Yin's bright eyes stared at her directly, and Concubine Feng knew that it was not good to shirk again, so she lowered her head.

"The concubine obeys."