Rank: You may not know that we didn't see the snow in the winter of '26.

NING Xun; You probably don't know......

Rank: ?

Ning Xun: I saw it.

Title: ??

Ning Xun: Not only did I see it, but I also gave you an umbrella.

Chapter 17

◎ "One arrow pierces the heart." ”◎

After yesterday's rain, it was so cold that it seemed like winter had suddenly begun.

As soon as he returned to his room, he saw a charcoal basin burning. It was made of silver charcoal, and there was not a trace of smoke, and the room was warm and warm, eliminating the continuous humidity of the past few days.

She looked at the charcoal, suddenly remembered something, turned her head and asked Qingdai: "How many more silver silk charcoal do we have?" ”

In the last life, she remembered that she and her mother used gray flower charcoal. There is not much smoke, but there is always some, she is not afraid, but her mother can't smell it - so the charcoal basin is placed far away, the house is not warm, and the illness will drag on for a long time.

It was she who begged Chi Licheng to give her mother some silver charcoal.

Silver charcoal is valuable, not to mention that the Chi family has not yet purchased charcoal for the winter at this time, and it should be the most scarce time for charcoal fire, why did she use silver charcoal here?

"There are still a few, but not many." Qingdai 1510 said: "It was supposed to be used by the eldest lady first - the eldest lady went to the city to give porridge today, and she was infected with the wind and cold, and the county lord said that she would take care of it carefully, so she asked the silver charcoal to go back." ”

"Huh?" Chi Chi looked at her suspiciously, and silently wrote down that he would go to Chi Qingxuan later.

With such a reminder, she vaguely remembered that there seemed to be such a thing in her previous life - but she was exhausted by the dance workshop at that time, and she was really incompetent, and Mingyue handled everything at home.

In this case, this silver charcoal should not have appeared in her place.

Qing Dai grinned a little proudly, and whispered in the ear of the chi: "The slave maid thinks, how can the eldest lady use up so much alone?" said that the young lady has been going out early and returning late these days, and her body is not good, so she can talk about it and leave half of it. ”

After hearing this, he laughed and poked her finger, "It's clever." ”

Qing Dai pursed her lips, quietly glanced at the direction of Mingyue, and lowered her voice: "It is the day of the charcoal, the eldest lady is cold, but she will really find the time." ”

"Speak carefully." My sister is already frail, and on the day that just changed yesterday, did she go to soup porridge to get cold? ”

The master and servant muttered for a while, and seeing that it was not early, Lingchi asked Qingdai to send all the silver charcoal to Song Rongying, and took Mingyue to see Chi Qingxuan.

Chi Qingxuan said that she was sick, but she looked at it but there was no big problem, and she even sat in front of the bookcase and twisted the Buddha beads - just looking a little less energetic.

Seeing the title pool coming in, Chi Qingxuan took away the paper scattered on the bookcase, folded it in half, and pressed it under the scriptures on the side: "It's cold, why do you still run this way?" ”

Zhichi subconsciously glanced at the rice paper she folded, her writing force was not light, faintly through the back of the paper, the handwriting she looked familiar with, but Juanxiu had muscles.

Seeing her looking at the pieces of paper, Chi Qingxuan explained with a smile: "Idle is idle, the more crooked you are on the couch, the less good it is." As soon as I took the medicine, I got up to practice calligraphy, and I should relax and loosen my muscles and bones. ”

Ji Chi retracted his gaze, and smiled at her, the two sat down and chatted about a cup of tea, seeing that Chi Qingxuan was a little tired, she didn't stay long, and went back to the room early.

The only silver charcoal left in the basin was burned, and the gray charcoal was replaced at night, although it had been taken as far away as possible, but the pond still slept very unsteadily this night.

She forgot that in the last few years of her last life, her food and clothing were so exquisite that she couldn't be more elegant. Because she is afraid of the cold, there are so many charcoal fires in the house that people feel faintly hot, but they are not dry, like late spring and early summer. After a few years like this, he was unconsciously raised.

Because of the cold, even if she fell asleep, she subconsciously curled up in the quilt.

Her consciousness was up and down, and the face of the county lord of Xining appeared in front of her for a long time - she threw the golden hairpin into the lake, and ordered her to go down to pick it up.

The lake was so cold and bitter that she seemed to be frozen to death.

She was just about to struggle, but a cold light flashed in front of her eyes—the cluster of arrows suddenly magnified in front of her eyes from far and near!

The pond woke up suddenly.

Cold sweat soaked her underwear, and she glanced out, but it was still dawn.

* When the day was about to dawn, the prince's bedroom suddenly turned on the lamp.

There were no palace people in and out, only Qing Heng wore a night robe and knelt silently in front of the prince.

Ning Xun's eyebrows were stained, he closed his eyes and breathed a few breaths, as if he was smiling: "Dead?" I had only met him a few hours ago. ”

Qing Heng lowered his head, "My subordinates are derelict in their duties." was afraid of startling the snake, so only two people were left at Senator Lin's. I really didn't expect ......."

Unexpectedly, the three people, including Senator Lin, all died on the spot.

The murderer was unscrupulous, and even the scene was hastily cleaned up after he took people there.

Ning Xun knew in his heart that in the Moon Snatching Workshop, under Shen Che's nose, leaving two people to guard was the limit.

Shen Che shouldn't have found the Moon Snatching Workshop.

How did the leaked news go?

The burning face flashed in front of his eyes, and she smiled in her eyes, as if she naturally said to him with some resentment: "I thought you were here to find me. ”

Ning Xun pinched his eyebrows and said as steadily as possible: "How did you die?" ”

Qing Heng glanced at it cautiously and said with difficulty: "...... One arrow through the heart. ”

Clean and untraceable.

There are many dance studios in Beijing, but like the Moon Capture Workshop, it is rare to open a separate North Garden for the entertainment of the powerful.

However, in a few days, he saw all kinds of people in Beiyuan, and he listened to useless news, and the more he listened, the more frightened he became.

Few people know that this place is in the hands of the prince of the country.

In this place alone, Shen Che's news cannot be left uninformed. That is to say, if she has the heart to compete with the Chi family and Shen Che, she will be unable to avoid the eyes and ears of Manjing.

Mei Niang has somehow lost her there these days, but has been staring at everything herself - Mei Niang's eyes, at first glance, are so affectionate that they are seductive, and when you look closely, you feel that there is a little paradox in her eyes, as if she can hook out people's hearts and livers, and she can't hide anything.

She was already struggling just to deal with Mei Niang and Shen Che - fortunately, she hadn't seen Ning Xun since that day, otherwise the East Palace hadn't entered yet, and she was afraid that she would have to empty up here first.

Holding a warm wine, he pushed open the door of a private room.

The dancing girl danced on the small stage, with a crisp silver bell on her wrists, and her eyes were straight when she heard it.

The pond put down the wine and was about to withdraw - she had been in and out of Beiyuan these days, and she had slowly learned a little bit of knowledge, because she could see at a glance that the two people in this room were just rich and idlers, and she didn't need to stay longer.

The moment before she was about to get up, she suddenly heard a sentence: "...... The one in the East Palace was punished and grounded to think about it. ”

Her body reacted faster than her brain, and the momentum of her rise stopped, and she poured the wine into the infusion instead.

The two of them were not vigilant, and they were talking about things that were well known to everyone in the Manchu Dynasty, so naturally they didn't notice the gradually slowing down movements of the dancing girl wearing purple veils next to them.

"Who doesn't know this?" One of them laughed a few times and said firmly: "It's still for the sake of the private salt case, after the prince returned to Beijing, he didn't make any achievements, and he easily received a bad job, but he didn't do it well, and the saint was very angry." ”

The other shook his head and said mysteriously: "If you think about it, if it's just because of the illicit salt case, how can it drag on for these days?" How many days has it been since Senator Lin's death was reported back to Beijing? ”

Fill the bowl with hot water and get a little moisture on your fingertips.

At this time in her previous life, she didn't know what Ning Xun looked like, and she had never entered Beiyuan. She is not a real dancing girl who came out of the Golden Cave, she has never had greedy delusions, and the ignorance of the prince is particularly valuable, the Chi family took a fancy to this, and before sending her to the East Palace, they hardly told her what the one she was about to face was like, and what she had experienced.

She didn't know that Ning Xun had been grounded in this winter.

"What can we fathom the mind of a saint? But ah, in my opinion......" The man took the last sip of the glass, and as soon as the cup touched the table, the pool was filled with it.

"What bullshit and private salt, it's all a pretense - the saint has long been tired of that one, just waiting for a suitable time. What's more, now the second prince is in the limelight......"

"Be careful!"

The man's words were interrupted and he was not annoyed, he only raised his head and drank another glass, the wine was happy, and he talked eloquently with three points of drunkenness: "Last year, the person who won a tragic victory on the frontier and was escorted back with a wound by his cronies - what kind of identity is that, he has been in that bitter cold place for four years, and he has not lost an inch of land, even if it is not a great merit, it should be hard work." ”

"But after returning to Beijing, the sage 'rewarded' ten rods and accused him of not being considerate of the army. The half-life that was easily picked up from the border gate was almost sent back, if this was in the past, how could the saint give it up? Who can't see that the East Palace has completely lost its sacred heart? ”

That's all that can be passed down in the palace, and no matter how specific the situation is, it's not something they can know.

Drunken nonsense is the most likely to cause trouble, and the other one is afraid that he will say something disobedient again, so he simply reached out and covered his mouth.

The two argued about this, and when the two saw this, they withdrew from the house lightly.

These things have been heard of by the pond before, but this is the first time, from such a full conversation, I heard his embarrassment so directly - his identity is too precious, people do not dare to talk about a few words when they are sober, and even if they are known to everyone, they can only rot in the stomach.

The word embarrassment should not have been implicated with him.

Pity.

In his life, it seems that it has not always been smooth.

She remembered the amulet, the one she had shoehorned into him at the Huguo Temple. I don't know if he put it away properly - he didn't believe it, and he was afraid that he would burn it that night.

East Palace.

When Qing Heng was looking for his master in the study, he was drawing something in front of the bookcase, and after a few strokes, he paused for a few moments and looked at it a few times. The person is upright, but his demeanor reveals a leisurely laziness. Because he didn't have to go to court, he only wore a stone blue regular clothes, which made people a little more gentle for no reason.

Ambergris incense was burned in the smoker, and the room was quiet, not at all like the rumors outside - the prince was angry with Long Yan and closed the East Palace, begging for no way.

It's not all about adding oil and vinegar to the words that came out, the movement of the main hall that day was too big, and the red sandalwood Bogu frame fell down - it was falling on the back of Ning Xun, who was kneeling and pleading, and there was a muffled sound, he was stunned, and his back only bent uncontrollably at that moment, and then he naturally straightened, and it didn't seem to hurt at all.

In this house, being able to cry out for pain is in itself the privilege of gaining grace.

And he has lost this privilege for more than seven years.

With such a loud sound, Li Dexian could hear a stirring spirit outside the palace gate.

And the emperor turned his back to him, and stood with his hands in his hands a foot away, without even looking back.

Just like the early spring when he returned to Beijing from the frontier, he defended a city that was almost impossible to defend by a very narrow advantage, at the cost of a wound that almost cost him half his life. On the way back to Beijing, the high fever did not go away, and it was easy to return to the East Palace alive, he thought that even if his father did not value him as much as before, he would always come to see him.

But what he waited for was only a holy decree with a cold heart, and ten rods of rebuke.

In early spring, when the sun is rare, the magnolia planted in the East Palace has faintly bloomed, and sometimes you can hear the birdsong.

He didn't allow the palace people to support him, and he knelt down on the stone slab that was still as cold as water in the East Palace, and thanked Jun En.

The spring breeze is steep, and finally wakes up the last trace of delusion about this imperial family when I was young.

Chapter 18

◎ "This person...... Does His Highness want to kill, or do you want to stay? ”◎

Because this time, it is not unexpected.