Jiang Xian really did what he said, and took Changle into the palace that day, but what made her unhappy was that he didn't allow her to change her dress.

As soon as he thought of wearing a silk dress nourished by the flesh and blood of a girl, Changle secretly chilled.

But thinking about the importance of the matter, she can only choose to compromise.

The royal palace of Yuhan is very distinctive, with a strong exotic atmosphere, and domes and minaret buildings are very common.

It is said that this is the preference of the lord of the country, Jiang Dingquan.

Sure enough, Qingqi, Changle sighed silently.

Although Jiang Xian was still riding in the same carriage with her, she had been closing her eyes and recuperating the whole time, as if she was dumb the whole time.

Changle thought to himself that a man's heart is also a needle at the bottom of the sea, so he should hide.

It's just that she never imagined that this spiky needle would be impartial, just piercing the softest place in her heart.

That kind of pain is still fresh in her memory even after many years.

The carriage stopped outside the palace gate, and they were immediately welcomed in by someone who looked like a small chamberlain.

"The princess of Zhenguo is already waiting." The little chamberlain whispered, his voice not as sharp and unpleasant as he imagined.

Jiang Xian nodded, and strode towards the palace where Jiang Hong's makeup was.

His steps were big and he walked extremely fast.

Changle held a wide skirt in one hand and trotted to catch up with him.

After a while, panting and complaining to him: "This son, can you slow down?" ”

Jiang Xian's feet froze, paused, and in a trance he remembered that she had said something like this, and he just smiled knowingly, and simply carried her up.

She was docile on his back, and seemed to be of good use.

But now, that kind of thing will never happen again.

"I'm sorry, Princess Changle, horses and sedan chairs are not allowed in the palace, that is the prerogative of Your Majesty and the eldest princess." The little chamberlain who followed closely observed the words and made a round.

Jiang Xian spoke: "In the past, after the stone forest and the swamp, the princess didn't seem to be so weak? ”

Damn it! What did he do with the past?

Changle sighed faintly: "I have heard of a kind of person who can only share weal and worn, not wealth and prosperity. ”

"Huh—" He uttered that mysterious, smiling voice again.

Mockery or disdain? Changle couldn't tell the difference, but he felt that there was no substantive difference between the two, in short, he was hostile to her and despised her, and he understood that this was enough.

However, as long as he can see his father who is concerned about him, Changle does not intend to keep this shame in his heart.

So she leaned over facelessly: "Since you are here, you can go back to the imperial doctor in the palace later, I think you are not lightly ill, at least the nasal cavity is not smooth." ”

Jiang Xian was higher than her and looked at her condescendingly: "Princess Lao is worried, but the princess is only worried about the wrong person." ”

Changle stopped talking, it was really boring to herself, she was worried in her heart, and she was vaguely a little lost.

This change in expression made Jiang Xian's heart pass a trace of unbearable.

"Let's go." This time, he said, he walked significantly slower.

The passage in the palace was very long, and the glazed tiles glowed with white light, and she walked in his shadow, and suddenly thought that if this road was enough to walk for a lifetime, it might be good.

"You're coming quickly and neatly." The graceful and luxurious Jiang Hong makeup has the majesty of an empress, and she sits on the high stairs, looking down on all beings.

Jiang Xian shouted: "Mother." But the name obviously has a new meaning.

"Celestial Princess." Changle is also blessed.

"I didn't expect the Great Grandmaster's craftsmanship to be so good." She complimented.

"Old Sect Master?" Changle had a question: How could the Great Grandmaster, who was pure and self-controlled, join her in the same stream and do such evil things?

Jiang Hongxiang smiled and explained: "Zong Wei's old bones are very hard, but no matter how hard a person is, there is also a weakness, there is no one in this world who I Jiang Hongxiang can't coerce, Zong Wei is like this, your father Zhao Di is like this, of course, the same is true for you, princess." ”

The bright-eyed woman took over: "The eldest princess's ability has been taught by Changle. ”

"Go see your father." Jiang Hongxiang glanced at Jiang Xian, "Ah Xian, you take her personally, and by the way, please ask the princess to enjoy my recent 'new work'." ”

Jiang Xian only implied her words, and did not respond explicitly.

Changle didn't know what kind of means this vicious and paranoid woman used, but if she came, she would be safe, and they were willing to let her come to see her father, and the original intention was definitely not to reunite their father and daughter.

This trip is bound to be aggrieved and uncomfortable.

Jiang Xian led her in the other direction again, his actions seemed very mechanical, but he could also see that he was not doing all this passively.

There are many questions I want to ask in my heart, but he won't answer any of them, and since this is the case, he will save his tongue, and he will have endless words to say when he sees his father later.

At the corner of a jade step, Jiang Xian stopped his steps, and he took a palace lamp next to him, which was lit in the middle of the day, which was also a major feature.

"See?" He pointed at Changle with his gaze.

Changle looked in the direction of the palace lamp and exclaimed, "Old Sect Master! And he saw a man standing in the corner, with kind eyes and white hair.

But I didn't get a response for a while.

Changle raised his eyes, and it happened that Jiang Xian was also looking at her, and a chill oozed from his eyes.

"This is what Princess Celestia calls a 'masterpiece'?" Her voice vibrated and formed a characteristic rhythm.

Jiang Xian was not surprised: "Zong Wei doesn't know how to lift, he is innocent of death, the one you are wearing is the last work of his old man, and it will also be an inexhaustible stain in his life, this kind of person is most afraid of the late season, but how can so many people be able to live for a hundred years?" ”

"So Princess Celestia made him a 'Mercury Man'?"

"Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish." He smiled, threw the lantern away, and walked down the steps.

"I don't know why you are embarrassed by such an old man, isn't he innocent?" Changle felt that something was unusual.

"I don't care if Zong Wei is innocent or not, but the one imprisoned in the stone prison below must deserve it." Jiang Xian smiled again, but his laughter became shorter and shorter each time.

When Changle saw the chic hut made of white marble, it was hard to believe that it was a prison.

"It is not surprising that my mother has a soft spot for Zhao Di, and it took several years to build this stone prison just for him, and finally the stone prison was repaired, and its owner came as scheduled! Changle, look at it, it's best to touch it, every piece of jade here is the best, it is said that it is as warm as jade, jade can produce warmth, my mother wants to know if he can grow a heart for her again if he locks a heartless person here for a long, long time. ”

Jiang Xian said this, but he stretched out his hand and carefully touched a jade brick on it, as if each jade brick was pouring out the past like the wind.

Changle also stretched out his hand to touch the brick, cool, cold, but a little warm, which was very contradictory, just like her heart.

"Zhao Di once said to my mother, 'Jinwu Zangjiao' or something like that, it was just a joke of a merry man, but my mother took it as a lifelong promise, and finally Zhao Di married someone else, and someone else lived in the Jinwu...... But my mother built a jade house for him, and she was worthy of him, and always has been. ”

Changle understood his emotions, but the sorrow in his eyes was as strong as a haze, why did he feel so painful!

The hand on the jade wall touched his face, but he turned his face away, and the temperature of his fingertips only stayed for a moment.

"Go in and see your father." "It's not locked, and even then, he can't get out of here." ”

Changle pushed open the door that was also made of jade, it was very heavy and heavy, the interior of the house was elegantly furnished, the slender bluegrass exuded a quiet taste, and the calligraphy and paintings on the wall were also from the hands of famous artists.

Her father Zhao Di sat in front of a guqin, did not play the piano, just sitting, the white robe was the same color as jade, and he didn't even move his eyes, like Zong Wei who had just seen him.

"Father." She threw herself on him, fell to his knees, and wept.

It took Zhao Di a long time to react, he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

His vision was also cloudy, but he could still hear Changle's voice.

"Changle, is that you?" It took him a hard time to get it out.

Changle nodded with tears, and the vicissitudes of life, her hoarse voice, and her disillusioned expression all cut wounds on her heart.

"It's me, my daughter is unfilial." She choked up.

Zhao Di slowly saw her clearly, he hadn't laughed for a long time, and suddenly he didn't know what was going on with the smile, so his facial expression was very tangled, and his throat was slightly clearer: "Changle, it's good that our father and daughter can still see each other alive." ”

Changle shook his head: "Father, what you said is stupid. ”

"Daughter, I've thought a lot these days, it's me who owes her, and I should pay it back to her, but it's one thing to think about it, and it's another thing to do it - I don't want to open my mouth as long as I see her, but when she turns to leave, I want to say sorry to her again, and I want to say this one sentence to her after all, maybe I say something else, your brothers and sisters can still be saved - forgive your selfish and cowardly father, I can't do it!" Zhao Di finally found the feeling of laughing.

Changle understood his mood very well, and asked again: "Have you seen the eldest brother?" He-"

"I've seen it, more than once, Jiang Dingquan has been extraordinarily kind to him, but it's not a good thing." He had been mentally tortured for a long time, and his face was obviously much older, and his edges and corners were gone, but his bones were still there—this was the same man who was as bright as a star in those days.

"Don't worry, father, big brother won't do anything." Although Changle's words were relieved, she also believed in it.

"Jiang Dingquan is a gentleman." Zhao Di admits this.

"Father, what should a daughter do?" Changle looked at his hair bun and pulled it very well, knowing that Jiang Hongxiang was torturing him with all his might on the one hand, and was perverted to him on the other.

"The bell must be tied to the bell." Zhao Di bent down and said softly.

Changle didn't understand the meaning.

"If there is no Huangfu, the country of Jiao will not fall." The sound is softer.

"Father means—"

Zhao Di interrupted her, his caution and shrewdness were not corroded with his will.

Changle understood that her father was warning her that the wall might have ears.