More than 400 days of deliberate and cautious thinking, all disguises and maneuvers, were turned meaningless by such a light sentence.

The evening style was scorching slightly, but a chill rose from the back of the beautiful scene, swallowing her perception like a vine.

But she didn't seem too surprised.

The way to get out is nothing more than light and dark.

From the moment she made up her mind to temporarily conceal Xiaoxiao's existence, she had actually foreseen such a result.

She didn't want Yu Feng to finally choose the "Ming" path, because it meant that he had to be strong, and it would take longer to do so, and once he chose to do so, he would inevitably face more unpredictable risks.

The slightest negligence, even if it is all in consideration, may lead to a complete failure.

And she could understand that complete subversion was never what he wanted, and that the high dragon chair was never his dream.

As long as there is a glimmer of possibility, Yu Feng will definitely use "dark".

If you use "Ming", then the main battlefield is in Dalong, and if you use "dark", the key is in Xiliang.

And Xiaoxiao's birth will make the "secret strategy" even more difficult, and there is only one in 12 chance of being successfully implemented - because Yijing wants to "disappear" from the well-guarded Dajun Mansion and from the Western Liang Dajing, it is bound to need to implement a blinding method and need external assistance, so that Yu Haoxi will be distracted, and finally deceive him to relax his guard.

The only one who can distract him is Yu Feng.

But once Yu Feng comes to Xiliang, Yu Haoxi is bound to be in a tight position, even if he trusts Yijing wholeheartedly at this time, he has no memory of the past, and has no idea of escaping, and he will not have any slackness, and it is very likely that he will take the method of not losing anything, that is, to separate Yijing's mother and daughter, and use Xiaoxiao as a hostage, so that Yijing is willing to stay in Xiliang.

If Yu Feng knew about Xiaoxiao's existence, it would never be possible to use the "secret strategy", and he would have the slightest luck.

Yijing can't watch him fight alone, taking huge risks to do the so-called "rebelling against the country and the king", once he chooses that path, it is either life or death, and it is very likely that even his father will not support him, and her family, her grandmother and father, will not be able to rebel against the monarchy for their own selfishness.

Her husband, who once used himself as bait for the sake of the monarchy, went into danger alone, persuaded Yuan Qi to rein in the precipice, and eliminated the imminent civil strife, she didn't want to let him be forced to do extraordinary things because of herself, not to mention that this extraordinary thing was not his own will.

He should not leave a notoriety of lust for power in the Qing Shi Dan book, and be evaluated by later generations as a rebel usurper, he is not that kind of person.

If it weren't for her carelessness in Xiliang, even if the new emperor was pressing forward step by step, with his ability and the momentum of the two governments, there would be room for manoeuvre, and the plan would never cause him to be forced to do something that was not willing.

Therefore, Yi Jing had foreseen it early in the morning, but she still chose to conceal the birth of her daughter.

But what should I do when things turn out to be like this?

I regret that I shouldn't have been kind to women at that time, even if it would make the rest of my life uneasy, I should simply break the bad fate.

But at this time, Yijing was still fortunate.

She raised her eyes, but she didn't meet the Maharaja's eyes—he was avoiding them.

It's a ridiculous attitude, can he also be weak-hearted?

"Okay, I'll prepare." The beautiful scenery seems to have no intention of the meaning of the Maharaja's words at all.

"It's Xiaoxiao who went to live in another garden temporarily."

The Maharaja's gaze became more and more distant, and he seemed to be suddenly attracted by the gorgeous neon on the horizon, and he shook the palm on his knee slightly: "The fifth sister wants to stay in the Maharaja's Mansion." ”

There was a long silence.

For a while, the breeze swept through the broken sound of flowers and leaves, blowing the light sound of the corners of the skirt of the clothes, and suddenly it became clear, and the brighter and brighter was the crisp and happy laughter of Xiaoxiao in the arms of the nursing mother, which set off the silent confrontation between the two and made it even more tense, so that the plate and Xia Ke on the side tightened their heartstrings, and even the nursing mother was at a loss, hugging Xiaoxiao a little tighter, and the child became dissatisfied, and began to twist his body, making a series of not so pleasant "complaints".

Yijing watched as her daughter struggled to reach out of her mother's arms and reach out to her.

The corners of the eyes are so moist, sour and unbearable.

She couldn't control the resentment she had been holding back for a long time, and when she looked away, it was already cold.

"I shouldn't believe the words of the Maharaja, you once said that you will never let me be separated from Xiaoxiao."

The Maharaja "Huo" stood up, but he still didn't want to look at Yijing, walked away two steps, and paused again.

He coldly ordered the nurse to leave with Xiaoxiao, Xue Dongchang was already waiting outside the Luqing Garden, and he would take them to the other garden.

Yijing silently watched the nurse go away, Xiaoxiao kept lying on her shoulder, not crying, but those dark and bright eyes kept looking at her.

This night, the Maharaja did not stay in Luqing Garden for dinner, and Yijing naturally had no appetite, she sat in the pavilion until dusk, and the moonlight was like water.

She ignored Pan'er and Xia Ke's anxiety.

Pan'er reminded Xia Ke more than once that he should persuade his wife to rest assured, there must have been some unexpected change in the Maharaja's behavior like this, but it is only temporary, and he will never let the lady and daughter be separated, maybe in only three or five days, the little lady will return - what she is worried about is that Yijing complains about the Maharaja, which makes the relationship between the two easy to ease again stiff.

Of course, Xia Ke was indifferent, and he didn't even persuade Yijing to eat.

Of course, she is also anxious, at this time she has already got a beautiful scenery "letter", knowing that the prince has arranged everything, just wait for the right time to get out, but now in vain, the king is threatened by the little lady, I wonder if the princess will still follow the plan? The opportunity that I have been looking forward to so hard is to give up in vain?

But Xia Ke knew that she couldn't urge the princess at this time, she just stood aside firmly.

Yijing felt that she just didn't have the strength to plan for the future.

She even thought that today's attitude had made Yu Haoxi suspicious.

But so what, when the man decided to keep Xiaoxiao as a hostage, her plan had already failed, and there was no point in pretending.

I clearly foresaw the result, but I couldn't do anything about it.

The difference of one thought is a failure.

Yuanyang, I can't stand you, I can't stand our daughter, when he is forced to die, I should make up my mind.

The emotions of remorse and overwhelm made Yijing feel in a trance.

Until late at night, a maidservant girl came to invite the Maharaja to the flower garden hibiscus hall.

Only then did Yijing get up, and the stiffness and numbness of her knees made her stumble.

But she resolutely prevented Pan'er and Xia Ke from following, and moved her slow steps through the long corridors and sparse paths.

The moonlight is clear.

The lights of Furong Hall are shining, and there is the sound of silk and bamboo music coming out from afar.

She saw the enchanting dancing girl fluttering with colorful sleeves.

On a long table, fresh fruit delicacies.

On the couch chair behind the long case, the man was leaning on it, drunk, holding a glass cup in his hand.

He waved his hand, and the music stopped abruptly.

The open window, the evening breeze swept into a pool of hibiscus dark fragrance.

The skirt rubbed against her ankles, which was clearly soft to the touch, how could there be a stinging cone?

With each step she took closer, she felt a tingling pain climb an inch, down her veins, straight into her heart.

At the end of the red felt, between the plates on the long table, a sharp dagger swallowed a cold sharp light in the brilliance of the lamp.

This made Yijing's gaze pause on it for a few breaths.

Then she looked at the man who had cornered her.

The eyebrows are deep into the sideburns, the corners of the eyes are bewitching, and the drunkenness makes his eyes dazed.

She didn't know why she was bent to her knees, so close that she could even clearly discern the wine between his breaths.

She saw that the glass cup he held in his hand was empty.

She even smiled and poured it for him, then calmly raised her gaze.

The Maharaja's eyes were full of smiles.

He drank the wine very happily, so she poured it again, and he drank it again.

Until all the pots on the bench are empty.

His eyes became more and more ethereal, and the arm that was half-propped up on his forehead began to sway.

"I just want you to stay." Only then did he speak: "Yijing, Yu Feng is here." ”

She just looked at him in silence.

The corners of the Maharaja's lips curled slightly, but it was not a smile.

"Tomorrow, he will be welcomed into Dajing by me."

"Yijing, I know the real purpose of his trip, so I broke my promise."

"I don't want to fall short."

"Yijing, I have to let you stay, so, before Yu Feng leaves, you can only be separated from Xiaoxiao temporarily, I promise, only temporarily."

"Yijing, don't think about leaving, I won't give you a chance."

He finished what he wanted to say and slowly closed his eyelids.

His arms were lowered, and his breathing was smooth.

Yijing has been kneeling on the couch.

The evening breeze that swept into the pavilion gradually cooled.

The galaxy outside the window is so far away.

Lan Yi is slightly rippling, full of moonlight, but there is no moon shadow.

Everything fell silent, save for his slow breathing.

Seeing that the person on the couch seemed to feel uncomfortable, Yijing turned over and became a supine position.

In the slightly open placket, under the jade-colored middle coat, the chest is undulating.

She looked at the sharp dagger on the long case again.

Still breathing cold.

Her hand reached uncontrollably, gripping the hilt of the knife tightly.

Sharp downwards, against the chest of the unconscious.

Yu Haoxi, can I say that I regret it?

The cold-eyed woman clenched her dagger and still sat on her knees, but her waist was straight.

The vertical blade is illuminated by the light.

As long as you use a little force......

It's always been you who are forcing me, forcing me to entangle with you, and forcing me to choose between life and death.

Yu Haoxi, you never gave me a real way out.

The woman's wrist sank.

The blade is already closing in on the undulations.

But......

Trembling all the time.

In the bright lights, the woman left without looking back.

When her figure fades away.

The man on the couch opened his eyelids.

A faint wet red swept past the amber pupils.

You've never forgotten anything...... I see.

This is not a murderous night.

The morning arrived as scheduled.

Pan'er was relieved to see that his wife had finished breakfast quietly, and swept away the anger of last night.

Early this morning, after the Emperor dispersed, he led the officials of the Ministry of Rites out of the city to greet the envoys of Dalong.

At noon, the king of Dalong Chu arrived in Dajing, and the king of Xiliang held a banquet - before discussing military and political affairs, it was natural to follow the routine of showing the friendship of the landlords and expressing a warm welcome to the envoys of friendly countries.

As the prince who is about to become the crown prince of Xiliang, he naturally takes on the heavy responsibility of receiving envoys, whether it is a palace banquet or a national post, the prince must accompany him throughout the process.

At noon, I woke up from a nap, dismissed the maidservants, and practiced calligraphy alone in the study.

It wasn't until dinner time that I came out of the study.

In front of Pan'er, Yijing instructed Xia Ke: "I forgot the fan in the study earlier, you go and find it." ”

The fan is embroidered with magnolia flowers.

So when Xia Ke was "ordered", he secretly took down the volume of "Between the Flowers" on the shelf.

On the thin page, the hairpin flower is concise and to the point - tonight, according to the plan.