The west pavilion of the garden is really dark, and when the weather is bad, it is a little groggy at noon, and even the lights are lit for a long time.

Xiao Yin is like a person who has been trapped in a cave for a long time, and he doesn't seem to know the spring and autumn changes outside. She hadn't even made it down to the first floor, and she was afraid of running into the old chamberlain with a dirty-eyed and glazed expression again.

Every day, the apples would come down the creaking stairs and bring up the food box. Then press the food box down on time.

It seems that only this incident can vaguely remind Xiao Yin that another day has passed.

In the evening, Xiao Yin piled up the quilts, snuggled up at the head of the bed, and took the book to read.

Seeing this, Cai Apple brought over the bean lamp with a stack of clay on the table and placed it on the wooden lattice at the head of Xiao Yin's bed.

The window next to the bed was probably not closed tightly, there was always wind leaking in, and the dim light of the bean lamp seemed to be dancing with the faint sound of Xun outside the window.

Xiao Yin tightened the clothes she was wearing, and she felt a little cold more and more, obviously it was the warm spring season, but it always made her feel like an autumn night in a trance. It's not just the cold, it seems like something else.

Yes, it's Xunsheng.

In the fourteenth year of Qianyuan, it was the Frost Festival, and she stood outside the gate of Nangong and heard the same tune. It is leisurely and tactful, hiding a touch of sorrow and sorrow.

Therefore, the song was heard again, and it was in such a situation. Life is so beautiful and absurd. Xiao Yin secretly laughed. The sound seemed to drift farther and farther away, and finally came to an abrupt end. Xiao Yin was a little stunned.

"Click-" There was a sudden knock on the window, and a dark shadow flashed.

A gust of wind carried by, and the bean lamp shook violently, almost being extinguished.

It's clearly a man dressed in black!

"Who!" Cai Ping took the food box from the outside and was about to send it downstairs, when he saw a masked man entering through the window, and couldn't help screaming, "Bang", the food box in his hand fell to the ground.

Xiao Yin immediately stood up, but was pulled by the man's hand and circled into a crook as strong as iron.

"I'm here to deliver a letter for the prince of Qilan." The man tore off the cloth covering his face and whispered.

Xiao Yin was a little surprised that this person turned out to be Deng Yao.

It was probably because he himself also felt that as the protector of the prince's mansion, he risked all odds to help Xiao Huan deliver a letter at this time, which was really impossible and unconvincing, so he added another sentence very weakly: "Believe me." ”

I think it was the unguarded movement of the apples that alarmed the black-armored guards in the courtyard. Xiao Yin heard the sound of unlocking downstairs, followed by the sound of "tom tom" going upstairs, and the sound of "ping pong" swords.

The small attic is squirming, probably surrounded by layers of black armor guards.

The entire West Pavilion was a little shaken.

"Quick." Xiao Yin said in a low voice, pushing Deng Yao into the bed curtain and putting down the layers of tents. She tightened her long coat and stepped out of the room.

A few black-armored guards with swords in their hands, as soon as they came up the stairs, they were about to rush inside.

"Bold! I am the princess of Qilan, what are you that dare to break into the bedroom of the lord of Ben Weng at night? Xiao Yin screamed.

One of the black-armored guards at the head was quite arrogant, fiddled with the short knife in his hand twice, stepped forward and said, "We are just acting on orders, and it is also for the safety of Lord Weng. I hope that the owner of Weng is not strange. ”

Xiao Yin snorted coldly: "In the middle of the night, with a sharp knife in his hand, he broke into the inner room, I don't know which master's order a few military masters are serving?" Is it the concubine or my Qilan court? ”

Several of the black-armored guards hesitated.

There was a stalemate.

One of them, with a slender face, moved a few steps in a staggered manner, and just tilted his body, and looked through the lattice door to see the inside: the bed curtain had been lowered, and it was so thick that there was no reason for it.

The lanky face was about to take a hard step.

But I saw that the maid in the inner room lifted the tent, turned over the quilt on the bed, and took out a soup woman who was no longer hot.

The slender face winked at the black-armored guard led by him.

The lord laughed, but the villain didn't dare. Just then did he hear some movement, and the villain came up to check. Since everything is safe and normal, the villain is also relieved. The black-armored guard at the head waved his hand and led everyone down the wooden staircase.

There was another creaking and creaking.

The old yellow wooden door creaked again, and then fell to the lock.

Xiao Yin stood in place, listening to the noise in the yard finally disappeared, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, ready to go inside, only to find that his legs were a little weak.

She hurried over to the head of the bed and carefully pushed open the half-hidden sash.

Xiao Yin saw a pair of hands on the window hole at the head of the bed. With a push, Deng Yao jumped into the room again.

"It's really dangerous," Cai Apple muttered quietly, "Fortunately, all of them have thought it through." ”

Xiao Yin secretly thought, sure enough, he has been the protector of the Prince's Mansion for so long, and he naturally knows the actions of this group of black-armored guards raised by the Prince's Mansion.

Deng Yao took out a letter from his arms, and there was not a word on the envelope.

Xiao Yin stretched out his hand to take it, and trembled slightly with nervousness for a while. The letterhead touched the wound on his hand that had not yet fully scabbed, and there was a stinging pain.

When the letter unfolded, it was Xiao Huan's handwriting.

"There is a hidden path on the hillside outside the west window, and few people know about it. I will send a few credible people there, just in case," Deng Yao said in a low voice, "Letter, please burn it after reading it." The humble position will also bring the news of the safety of the lord to the son. ”

After Deng Yao finished speaking, he turned around to leave, pushed open the window sash, paused, turned his head again, and said, "Be careful in everything." ”

Xiao Yin raised his head and looked at him in a daze, as if he came back to his senses until he heard the sound of the window sash turning.

She got up, followed to the window, muttered, "You should be careful", held the window sash with her hand, looked at Deng Yao's figure, and disappeared into the jagged and gloomy black shadow of the grass and vines on the hillside.

Xiao Huan's letter seems to have been written in a hurry and was also very brief:

Sister Ainwu:

I was very worried about this sudden change, and I heard that my sister was in poor health because of sneakiness. However, for his brother to be loved by the saint, he was named the Taishou of Tongjun, and he was going north in a few days, and many affairs were tired, so he couldn't visit his sister, only a letter of greetings.

In addition, that night, the eldest sister once instructed me that in order to live up to the grace of God and for the prosperity of my Xiao family, she died of illness, and I hope you and I will not think nonsense.

I wish my sister well, and Yu Rong will follow.

Fourth brother

After reading the letter, Xiao Yin folded the paper and stretched it out into the light of the bean lamp. As soon as the edge of the letter paper was rolled, it immediately burned.

Xiao Yin has always felt that his fourth brother has a loose and straightforward temperament, but he didn't expect him to be so delicate. Although it is a secret letter of implication, the wording can not be described as imprudent, and there is no trace of wrong or omission.

But no matter how much the words were disguised, Xiao Yin also understood the meaning behind it.

In the fourteenth year of the Qianyuan Dynasty, the emperor pretended that the crown princess was seriously ill and missed her family, and took the only pair of children born to the lord of Qilan to Chang'an.

Now that my sister is dead, this excuse is gone, and she has a backup move so soon. Tongjun is farther away in the northwest of Chang'an, and even the old father in Chang'an may not be able to take care of it.

The superficial reuse of grace is just trying to cover up the undercurrent. My sister left such a message to her brother that day, thinking of their peace.

Xiao Yin leaned against the head of the bed, feeling that his eyes were sour from the light of the bean lamp, and he quickly closed his eyes.