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I've been feeling a little frustrated and depressed. Since Yunwu Mountain returned to Yangzhou City, I have been cautious, lest I not get the recognition and love of my family. I tried my best to restrain my temper, hide my true 'nature' in front of my grandmother and father, and try my best to be a well-behaved and demure 'girl'.

But in the end, it was all in vain.

Up and down the Su family, except for my biological aunt, I am afraid that no one really accepts me, especially the seventh aunt, and Qingyin and several people are targeted everywhere and speak ill of each other.

Saying that I don't care about my family's opinion is pure self-deception, and I can't do that kind of free and easy. I have also sensitively examined myself, but I have never been able to be as good as Qingqing and be loved by everyone. I am separated from the Su family by a hazy, invisible, but real barrier.

During the many busy days that I have been busy, my stepmother has been very attentive to me, but my father has been busy with the affairs of Qingqing and Qingyin, and has no time to take care of me.

Yesterday, I went back to the Qiwang Mansion to get a few 'medicine' materials, and made a special detour to the Su family's courtyard to see my father, his face was full of tired 'color', and he was cold and indifferent to me, just barely perfunctory a few words, and then shirked the discomfort and wanted to rest.

I said goodbye, standing alone at the entrance of the empty courtyard, lonely and sour, especially unpleasant.

I heard that my father had agreed to the marriage of Yan San and Qingyin, and repeatedly gave in, and prepared a surprisingly rich dowry for Qingyin, fertile land, shops, gold, silver and jewelry, and countless others.

Yan San is insatiable, not to mention, this is the ultimate goal that he has been unscrupulous all along, how could he let go of this good opportunity for blackmail?

I once saw Yan San and Qingyin on the street once, walking out of the wedding shop, followed by several servants, ignoring the fingers and fingers of the street people, they were extraordinarily public.

At that time, I was standing at the counter near the 'door' of the 'drug' store, looking for a few rare 'medicine' materials. Suddenly raised his head and saw Yan San's commanding look, scolding Qing Yin behind him, and his eyes were quite impatient.

Qingyin has lost a lot compared to the last time she saw her, and it is not an exaggeration to describe her current appearance with a shape and bones. is still wearing a pink 'color' peach 'flower' baishui skirt, but it is loose and loose, and the original exquisite curves have now become abrupt. In particular, the collarbone between the neck is no longer rounded, pointed, and curled, lying under the chin like a knife. Her face was yellow, her eyes were dull and gray, and her expression was a little stiff and dull, lifeless.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered that on the day of the accident, Qingyin was holding a food basket in her hand and stomping her feet against me and Brother Lin's carriage.

I don't know what has happened in the past few days that has made Qingyin and the past two people. The last time I saw her, although Qingyin could not hide her haggardness, she was still arrogant, full of vitality, and persistent and firm in her future.

People say that love is like tea, it won't be bitter for a lifetime, it will only be bitter for a while, Qingyin shouted in front of her father, "I won't go back to Yangzhou City if I die", listen to Qingjuan's pleading and Yan San's sweet words, and insist on marrying Yan San, I should have let go of Brother Lin, right?

In a short period of time, people have changed beyond recognition. Could it be that the tug-of-war between Yan San and her father finally made her see Yan San's true face clearly, and without longing, she would be like Jiao Rui, who was devastated by frost, and looked like she was in a state of collapse?

It was inevitable that there was a burst of melancholy in my heart, and I felt a trace of sadness for Qingyin. Thinking of Brother Lin again, I don't know where he is now? Are you okay?

I know that Brother Lin is by no means an ordinary person, and he must have some background. However, I can't believe that he has anything to do with the harmless Bodhi religion. He has an extraordinary bearing, is very skillful, and is also kind to me, he must be as he said, has his own unspeakable secrets.

Liang Ci's misunderstanding of him was also caused by me, and he had a deep-rooted prejudice against him. In fact, in his heart, he should also clearly remember that when the people of the Bodhi Sect assassinated us in the mountains behind the Jiangnan Fuhua Nunnery, it was Brother Lin who gave me a secret guard to protect me. It's just that it was a coincidence, and Brother Lin has been avoiding talking about his identity, which is really suspicious.

All of a sudden, my heart fluctuated and I had a lot of thoughts.

A few days later, some of the victims who were slightly less poisoned gradually recovered, but many more disappeared were rescued and sent to the capital for intensive treatment.

Liang Ci said that the Bodhi Sect seemed to be on guard, and their killing operations had been carried out twice in succession, and it seemed that the news had spread. Now the state capitals have begun to carry out search and rescue and inventory operations in full swing, and there have been small successes.

There is no longer any need to hide from these victimized patients. The imperial court began to openly recruit masters of medicine, poison, and Gu, and strictly screened them, and talents from all walks of life gathered, and I began to have leisure.

While I was healing the wounded, I asked the newcomers for news of the couple.

In the eyes of these people, the cool word is completely mythical. More than one of them sighed in an awe-inspiring, almost worshipful tone, that the Qi King was a hero who descended from the sky on colorful auspicious clouds, and praised him as a god. What I want to know is that the vivid and vivid person with flesh and blood has been exaggerated into a different image.

Whenever they talk about cool words, my mood is happy, with a smile on the corner of my mouth, and my heart is like drinking sour plum soup with well water to cool down, and every 'hair' hole is refreshing all over my body.

I guess I'm going to be back soon, right? It had been a long time since I had received any letter from him. Crazy Stone comforted me, no news is good news, indicating that Liang Ci has not 'fought' with the Bodhi Sect in recent days. There is no war situation, and naturally there is no news to enter Beijing frequently, and Liang Ci will return soon.

In the days without him, every moment and hour was torment, and he was a little absent-minded in doing things.

Finally suffered.

One of the injured people had a poisonous 'sex' attack on his body, and he was so miserable that he broke free from the rope that bound his hands and feet, and slammed his head on the ground, and his entire forehead was blurred with blood.

I really couldn't bear it, and I wanted to seal a few of his 'acupoints' and meridians with a silver needle that had been quenched and weak, so as to alleviate his suffering. But that day, I was absent-minded and took the ordinary silver needle by mistake. Two needles were pricked, and the soldier let go of his hands and feet as usual.

There was no weakness on the silver needle, and the wounded in the poisoned hair had completely lost their minds, or could not control their movements at all, and an elbow was pounded firmly on my heart in the struggle.

The blow was so strong that I snorted, and the 'chest' was like a river and a sea, and I staggered backwards.

I felt as if I had bumped into someone's body, I was held in my arms, I wanted to break free, but the pain in my 'chest' was tight, I bit my lower 'lip', I couldn't speak, my body was covered with cold sweat, and my body curled up involuntarily.

Soldiers rushed behind me, grabbed the man's hands and feet, bound him firmly, and brought him out of my tent.

"How are you?" The man behind me asked me softly, with a little anxiety.

I was still speechless, so I gritted my teeth and shook my head, waiting for the pain to pass quickly.

A slender white hand with distinct bones reached out and wiped the sweat from my head with a handkerchief.

I know that the handkerchief is the colorful flowing cloud brocade of my Su family as a tribute. Liang Ci is not in the capital, so ......

I dodged in a panic, covered my heart and turned over and bowed: "Qing's wife has seen ......"

Before I could finish speaking, a cuff embroidered with purple and gold thread flashed and helped me up: "I just went out of the palace in a micro-suit, come and have a look, no need to be formal." ”

I lowered my head, my back tensed: "Emperor Xie." ”

Silently, he took a step back and dodged.

The emperor's hand holding me froze in mid-air, hesitated for a moment, and said lightly: "There is no emperor here, you can call me Gu Gongzi,...... Or Chang'an. ”

"There is a difference between respect and inferiority, and the young woman will never dare to make a mistake." I say respectfully.

"You're afraid of me?" The emperor was silent for a moment, and Chen Sheng asked, his burning gaze sweeping over my face as if probing.

"It's not fear, it's respect." I lowered my eyes and stared at the piece of dragon stepping on the auspicious cloud around his waist, and replied softly: "The emperor is the respect of a country, the rule of culture and martial arts, and the ...... of Bao Yuan's virtue."

"That's enough," the emperor interrupted me lightly, "I have heard these sentences of praise and virtue so that my ears are calloused, and you don't need to say any more." Is it so hard for me to hear the truth? ”

Throwing away the majesty of being an emperor, there was a faint gloom in his words.

In fact, he doesn't mention all kinds of injustices for the time being, he is indeed a good emperor, punishing corruption and rewarding honesty, sympathetic to the people's feelings, diligent and loving the people, and not arrogant and extravagant, not biased to listen to and believe. This can be seen from the fact that various parts of the north have been affected by the disaster.

I said sincerely: "Qingwu is not flattering, everything she says comes from the bottom of her heart. ”

He took a step closer to me, and I felt myself enveloped in his 'shadow'. Nervously swallowing a mouthful of saliva, a little overwhelmed and panicked.

He suddenly laughed softly, just above my head, not as warm as Brother Lin, nor as clear as Liang Ci, with a faint bitterness in his mellowness:

"Aunt Xiyue said a word to me when she was leaving, she said, I hope I can be a good emperor in the future, political and harmonious, so that the people can live and work in peace and contentment, not affected by the war, and enjoy a peaceful and prosperous world. No more letting a lover lose his partner and a child lose his father. Over the years, I have been using her words to encourage myself, be diligent in government and love the people, and strive to be a good emperor. Today, if you can say this about me, my heart is actually happy. ”

Miss Xiyue treats him kindly, and naturally has a lot of affection. Come to think of it, the sudden death of Miss Tang Xiyue must have brought him a lot of blows.

"Miss Xiyue has the world in mind, and she is indeed a rare and strange 'girl'." I couldn't help but sigh.

"You are very much like her," the emperor said, looking around the tent, "I didn't expect the conditions here to be so difficult, and you must have suffered a lot for the sake of my people." ”

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