"The people on the ground are bleeding, why don't they bandage them?"

Xiao Ping'an does not have such an obvious feeling of life and death.

Staring at the pool of blood on the ground for a long time, a slightly ignorant voice echoed in the empty cold palace.

"Farewell from the king, day by day. White clouds are like dogs, vicissitudes of life. My heart is a stone, the heart of the stone does not turn, my heart is to the moon, the bright moon is beautiful~"

"Farewell to the ......"

The quiet and cold singing voice echoed in the small courtyard.

It was in stark contrast to the childish voice of Ping An.

Ning Yan followed the voice and walked to the side.

Through the layers of curtains, I saw a thin woman out of shape.

The woman was skinny and had deep eye sockets, and when she saw Ning Yan, her humming stopped.

"Your Majesty, is the concubine beautiful?"

"......" is another madman.

Ning Yan frowned.

asked, "Do you know what's going on outside, why did Concubine Hui ......?"

"Little eunuch, it's so strange for you to ask this, is it a problem to die a woman in this harem, it's not normal, red walls and yellow tiles, don't think about going out when you come in, and some things have some hatred and some resentments that can't be offset by getting close to the cold palace."

“……”

Are the people in the cold palace so perceptive?

Listening to the thin woman say this, Ning Yan turned around and looked at the courtyard where Concubine Hui lived.

Standing here, you can see the situation over there.

The woman must have known what had happened.

But......

She doesn't say!

Ning Yan sighed.

There is no embarrassment for this poor woman.

Turning around and walking over to Concubine Hui's body, he glanced at the messy footprints on the ground and the bruises on his head.

The wound was on the forehead, and there was a scratch on the ground, which was caused by the shoe rubbing against the ground when retreating.

Ning Yan closed his eyes, and he could probably think of what had happened.

Someone came over, and it was still someone Hui Fei knew, but it was just ......

Concubine Hui probably didn't expect that she had run out of oil and the lamp was dry, and there were still people who harmed her at this time.

There will always be accidents in life.

However......

This accident was particularly unbearable for Concubine Hui.

I wanted to see my child at the end of my life.

……

It's about to happen.

Ning Yan looked at Steward Jia, who was still sluggish.

As for the moon flowers in Xiao Ping'an's hands, they have withered.

A petal is pinched out of red juice by chubby fingers.

I don't know how this child's heart is stirring.

Ning Yan sighed.

walked up to Xiao Ping'an and said, "Kneel down and salute." Gift. ”

"Hmm!"

Xiao Ping'an is very obedient, and he has taught these things when to bow and who to bow.

Take a look at the woman lying on the ground.

Although he is young, he is surrounded by smart people, and Xiao Ping'an, who grew up in this environment, slowly began to change in the direction of genius.

It is easy to guess the identity of the person lying on the ground.

pinched the flower in his hand and walked to Concubine Hui's corpse.

Stretched out his hand and put the moon flower on Concubine Hui's head.

Take a few steps back.

Get on your knees.

Grab the ground with your head.

The weather slowly became gloomy.

Steward Jia finally sobered up, Concubine Hui is dead, but things still have to be done after death.

Now he is the only one here who knows more about the things in the palace.

If she is depressed, Concubine Hui's body will have to stink here.

"Get up."

Ning Yan reached out and pulled Xiao Ping'an's hand up.

Walk indoors with peace.

In the cold weather, the cold palace is very damp.

The floor is damp and damp.

When you step on the ground, your feet are slippery.

It's really not easy to find this place in the imperial city!

Xiao Ping'an put his little hand in Ning Yan's palm.

His lips were pursed.

looked at Ning Yan and asked stubbornly, "Who is this?" ”

"Your mother."

has already seen it, and will definitely know it in the future, Ning Yan disdains to continue to hide it.

Xiao Ping'an nodded.

I moved a lame stool from the side and sat on the edge of the bed

The little hand fell on Concubine Hui's face.

Not long after she held her breath, Concubine Hui's face was still a little ruddy, which was not ugly.

Slide your fingers over your face.

Close to Concubine Hui's eyes, she gently opened her lips: "Mother." ”

"......" Steward Jia is too old to see this kind of sad thing.

But...... It's happening right in front of you, and it's not like you can't watch it if you don't want to.

Looking at Xiao Ping'an's sensible appearance, Steward Jia was in tears.

If, if he hadn't left to get his clothes, the master wouldn't have left here with regret.

Steward Jia bent down and patted Xiao Ping'an's back: "If you want to cry, just cry for a while." ”

"I don't want to cry, it's just that I'm panicked here, and I can't breathe." As Ping An spoke, he pointed to his chest.

That's uncomfortable!

Silly boy!

The little boy who has been taken care of by a good student until now has never experienced anything sad at all.

At this time, I feel uncomfortable, and I am just confused.

Steward Jia's eyes blurred.

"Pat it and catch your breath, talk to your mother for a while, don't be afraid of her."

When Steward Jia spoke, his eyes stayed on Concubine Hui's face for a while, Concubine Hui was so beautiful, even if she died, she was beautiful.

Except for the wound in the back of the head, which is a little hideous.

Everything else is beautiful.

It shouldn't scare the little master.

Ping'an raised his eyes and looked at Steward Jia: "Don't be afraid, my mother is very beautiful, just like a fairy." ”

“……”

Steward Jia didn't speak, he was afraid that he would cry as soon as he opened his mouth.

The master who has served for many days is gone.

White-haired man sends black-haired man ...... It's the saddest thing the most.

Ning Yan eliminated the traces in the yard, and it rained heavily.

The rain was pouring down from the eaves.

Draw a line in the air.

Inside, Xiao Ping'an stared at Concubine Hui on the bed with red eyes.

It seems like trying to write down everything.

Ning Yan sighed.

I took out a pencil made by Tsinghua Garden from my body.

Although the cold palace is poor, it is not a problem to find a way to get a piece of paper.

Thinking of the faint smile on Concubine Hui's face before leaving.

Ning Yan lowered his head and put down his pen.

Perspective, the application of light and shadow is extremely skillful.

The picture on the paper is composed of three colors: black, white and gray.

Perfectly leave the appearance of Concubine Hui on paper.

"Here you go."

Ning Yan handed over the painted portrait to Xiao Ping'an.

Instead, he looked at the empty cold palace.

Finding that the wardrobe was still open, Ning Yan walked over and opened the wardrobe.

I saw the clothes inside

They are all children's clothes, and some clothes are just right for the peace of now.

Ning Yan glanced at Xiao Ping'an.

"Your mother made it for you."

Ping An turned around, put the portrait in his hand on the table, and pressed the portrait with a missing inkstone to prevent the wind from blowing the portrait away.

After doing this, he walked to Ning Yan's side and glanced at the clothes in the closet.

Ping'an's gaze fell on Ning Yan's face.

Ning Yan smiled lightly and touched Ping's head.

"Your mother did it for you, she has always missed you and loves you."

Ning Yan stretched out the clothes, the stitches were fine and dense, and if he looked closely, he knew that the person who made the clothes was attentive.

She also made clothes for Ning Youyu.

However, it was all done a few years ago when the family was having a bad time.

Right now......

It's been a long time since I've dressed my child.

Xiaodanzi and Peaches almost never enjoyed it.

Of course......

Ning Yan also understands his level of needlework and will not deliberately embarrass people.

"Are these clothes mine?"

"Yes, it's yours."

Ning Yan found a package and sorted out all the clothes.

A mother's heart cannot be wasted.

The rain outside slowly became lighter, and Ning Yan raised his eyes to look at Steward Jia: "How should Concubine Hui's matter be handled?" ”

"It's not early, the eldest lady should leave here with the little master, it's not safe in the palace, wait for a while, be safer, it's time for the little master to come back."

Steward Jia's voice was a little hoarse.

His eyes were also heavy.

There are grudges hidden in it that can't be kneaded.

"Xiao Ping'an shouldn't leave."

Ning Yan shook his head.

Since you have already entered the palace, what is it to go out again.

Originally, if Xiao Ping'an could have a happy childhood, she was pursuing.

But......

Now that Concubine Hui is gone, even if Xiao Ping'an doesn't understand what it's like to lose her mother now.

But as time goes by, as you grow up, when you reach a certain age, you will understand hatred, understand human nature...... An adult should understand.

The mind also slowly changed.

patted Xiao Ping'an on the shoulder and said, you are already a big child, and you will be responsible for your life in the future."

Ning Yan fell and walked out.

Suddenly......

The footsteps stopped.

Look back at peace.

The child's hand pulls her clothes.

Ning Yan felt a pain in his heart.

She has raised a child for a long time, and she worries about the child every day, and she really treats this child as her own flesh and blood.

Seeing the tears in the child's eyes, the panic on his face was like that of a little beast leaving the nest for the first time.

Ning Yan was a little reluctant in his heart.

"Big lady, since the little master has come, let the emperor see him once, and you can bring the child back, the palace has been in turmoil recently, and it is not suitable for the little prince......"

“……”

Little prince, doubts flashed in Ping'an's eyes.

Take a look at the red walls and yellow tiles of the cold palace.

Even if it is deserted and miserable, it is in the imperial city.

Are you a little prince?

Ping'an even tightened his grip on the hem of Ning Yan's clothes, and it was of no use to him whether the prince was not a prince.

He just didn't want to be alone in this big labyrinth.

The imperial city is big, far less big than a capital.

But

For Xiao Ping'an, the imperial city is a beast.

It's intimidating to look at.

"Okay, show the emperor."

Ning Yan nodded helplessly.

People have already brought them, and my mother has already seen them.

But......

It was a dead man.

Sure enough, life is unsatisfactory eighty or ninety times out of ten.

Steward Jia walked out with an umbrella.

After a long time, the night enveloped the cold palace.

Steward Jia just came back.

Behind Steward Jia followed three people.

Ning Yan had seen two of them.

One is Father-in-law Su, the other is the emperor, and one is a eunuch, who is a little old, and Ning Yan is sure that he has not seen it.

The emperor walked into the cold palace.

It is still under the attention of various palaces.