In late August, we set off from Suzhou, passed through Huizhou, passed through Hangzhou, and walked slowly all the way through the south of the Yangtze River, and then marched to the northeast.

Rong Tang asked Mu Jingxu in the middle of the day if he didn't return to Beijing for so long, what should he do with the position of Dali Temple, Ke Hongxue was playing poker on their carriage at that time, and he smiled when he heard this, and said indifferently: "I asked my father to donate 500,000 yuan to the treasury, so I should buy a long vacation for my senior brother." ”

Rong Tang: "......"6.

It's my fault that I forgot that you're a money player, I'm sorry.

It took half a month to come, and it took more than a month to go back, and when the mighty convoy stepped into the gate of Yujing City, the time had entered the middle of October, and the carriage was lit with charcoal again.

Rong Tang is easy to get sleepy in winter, lazy, unwilling to move, and almost half of the day is asleep in a daze.

In the first few days when the temperature dropped, Shuangfu Shuangshou panicked, for fear that the young master would be like a few years ago, and he would be dizzy for many days as soon as the season changed. Although the team is equipped with accompanying doctors, some things such as medicinal materials are not complete, and it is very troublesome for Rong Tang to recover if he is sick, which is why the princess sent letters from time to time to urge them to return to Beijing some time ago.

But after a few days of alternating hot and cold, and after the temperature dropped steadily, Shuangfu found that although his young master was wrapped in heavy cotton clothes again, he was in surprisingly good spirits.

Su Huaijing took good care of him, except for being a little sleepy, there was no sense of weakness at all that people felt that he was about to die when they saw him.

On the contrary, it was Mu Jingxu, who cooled down for a few days, shrunk in the carriage day by day and did not come out, and occasionally passed by the simple carriage of Dali Temple, and could hear a few painful snorts.

He didn't let the doctor diagnose and treat him, Su Huaijing visited a few times, and it was not clear what they were talking about, but he only knew that every time Lang Jun came out, Ke Shaofu Hou's face outside the car was a little better.

After three or two times, Ke Hongxue directly tied people to his own carriage, which was comparable to Ning Xuan's mansion, and the car was covered with a red Luo soft couch, burning a silver silk charcoal fire, and the cold north wind could not blow close to Mu Shaoqing's body.

When the people in the convoy eat, they occasionally chew the root of their tongues, saying that both sides are monstrous wealth, but unfortunately, they don't look like they have a good life.

Shuangfu silently noted down the person who spoke, and when he arrived in the next city, he immediately went to the dart bureau to change the escort dart master and sent him some entanglements.

He couldn't listen to anyone cursing his young master.

Fortunately, the journey was slow, but everything was safe. On a very ordinary autumn afternoon, Rong Tang's ears once again sounded the official accent of the people of Dayu Capital.

Before leaving, there were people sitting on small ponies on both sides of the road selling eggplant and cucumbers, and when they came back, the faces of the sellers were still the same, but the goods in the basket had become pumpkins and carrots.

At four o'clock, the vegetables are reminding them that time has slipped away for more than half a year.

Rong Tang sat in the car and lifted the window, his eyes fell on the baskets placed side by side, he was a little distracted for a while, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Su Huaijing poured him a cup of hot tea, and Rong Tang put down the curtain and took it, holding it in the palm of his hand.

Su Huaijing asked, "What was Tang Tang thinking just now?" ”

Rong Tang lowered his eyes and looked at the mist drifting on the teacup: "I'm hungry." ”

Su Huaijing was slightly stunned for a while, clearly knowing that he was perfunctory, but he didn't know what Rong Tang didn't want to answer so perfunctory, he just looked out

At first glance, I didn't see any notable details.

But Rong Tang didn't want to answer, half a cup of tea and his stomach returned to normal, shrunk on the couch in the carriage, wrapped his whole body in a blanket, and said softly: "I'll sleep for a while, tell me when I'm home." ”

Su Huaijing liked to say the word 'home' from Rong Tang's mouth, and he bent his eyes and responded.

After entering the capital, it should be separated from Ke Mu and the two, the carriage of Ningxuan Wangfu turned westward and went to Yong'an Lane, Ke Hongxue went north and returned to Dali Temple.

Rong Tang closed his eyes, a mechanical dripping sound sounded in his mind, and the system cautiously asked him: [Host, what were you thinking just now? 】

Rong Tang laughed and said, "Why are you the same as Su Huaijing?" ”

The system was a little unconvinced, but it didn't talk back to Rong Tang at this time, digested it silently for a while, and asked tentatively: [Do you not want to die? 】

“……”

Rong Tang should not be used for a long time, and after closing his vision, his hearing will be extraordinarily clear.

The bustling crowd in Yujing City, the wheels rolled forward, and Su Huaijing sat quietly beside him, flipping through an ancient book that was retrieved from Jiangnan.

That year, during the Lantern Festival, he dragged his sick body from the Ningxuan Palace's palace to the palace, and for the first time he really felt that the characters in the book had vitality, and they were no longer short three or two characters;

Now from Yujing to Jiangnan, and then from Jiangnan back to the imperial capital, half a year, re-set foot in this prosperous and lively city, and saw the types of fruits and vegetables changed in the vendors' baskets, Rong Tang remembered a fact:

He doesn't seem to have even three years left.

In the ninth year of Qingzheng, the big drama began to be arranged; In the tenth year of Qingzheng, the situation in the harem of the court changed; In the eleventh year of Qingzheng, Sheng Chengli stood on the stage of winning the heir, and Su Huaijing stepped into the Dayu court; In the twelfth year of Qingzheng, Su Huaijing 'usurped the throne', and the plot line collapsed......

A quarter of this timeline has passed repeatedly, but Rong Tang suddenly doesn't want to die.

He went down to Jiangnan and saw his old friends and old friends, and suddenly he ...... Don't want to die.

He whispered back to the system, "Who wants to die." ”

Who doesn't want to live in peace, health, or what else would he be struggling in the time loop for so many years?

......The system didn't say a word, and stayed in the three-dimensional space in a daze, looking at the pixel figure on the carriage that shrunk into a ball. r />

It doesn't want its host to die......

What to do?

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After resting in Yong'an Lane for three days, Rong Tang's sleepiness and vicissitudes of the long journey almost dissipated, and they finally returned to Ningxuan's palace.

I didn't come back for half a year, the palace was as luxurious as ever, standing in the richest part of the national capital, and there were officials in court clothes in front of the door, and when they saw the carriage of Ningxuan Palace, they couldn't help but stretch their necks to look.

Rong Tang was not interested in greeting them, but Su Huaijing secretly wrote down a circle of faces.

They got out of the car at the door, and the gate of the palace was opened to welcome the master, and the porter hurriedly ran into the house to report the news of the prince's return to the house.

Rong Tang raised his eyebrows, turned his head and said to Su Huaijing: "This is the second time in my life that I have been so valued in the mansion. ”

Su Huaijing held his hand, Rong Tang's hands and feet were cold in winter, and he held it like pinching a piece of beautiful jade that needed to be enjoyed, and carefully warmed him up little by little.

Su Huaijing asked, "What was the first time?"

Time? ”()

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Su Huaijing was slightly stunned, then laughed, and clenched his hand tighter: "Tang Tang deserves it." ”

Rong Tang is the prince of Ning Xuan, and all the attention he gets is deserved, not to mention that it is just a report from the gatehouse.

Rong Tang had a faint premonition in his heart, and he mocked: "I hope it's not a Hongmen banquet." ”

Su Huaijing was slightly stunned, his eyebrows subconsciously frowned slightly, but there was no other reason, simply because he didn't want to see Tang Tang clearly in his own home, and he was still so vigilant.

Su Huaijing unconsciously remembered what he said to himself that he had never been stupid, what kind of living environment did he have to force a noble and incomparable prince to pretend to be crazy and stupid, and damage his reputation in order to survive?

The more Su Huaijing thought about it, the colder his eyes became, and a wave of anger overflowed uncontrollably, if it weren't for the princess really missing Rong Tang, he actually didn't even want to go back to this trip.

Su Huaijing suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and said softly: "Let's not care about those, let's go back to the hospital after eating with our mother, okay?" ”

Rong Tang was thinking about something else in his heart, and nodded absentmindedly when he heard this, Su Huaijing's eyes became deeper and deeper when he saw this.

Wang Xiuyu prepared countless food and greeting gifts, but at the first sight of Rong Tang, tears rippled, pinching his arm, and couldn't stop chanting: "Thin, thin......"

Rong Tang's eyes were also a little hot, counting the beginning of the folding flower meeting, he had not lived in Ningxuan Wangfu for more than half a year, and when he met Wang Xiuyu at this time, he found that he also missed his mother.

Su Huaijing watched the meeting on the side, and silently retreated, leaving space for their mother and son to communicate.

King Ning Xuan is a very special courtier in the Dayu court, Su Huaijing stood outside the princess's small courtyard, watching the flow of people coming and going in the back garden from afar, and occasionally a few officials in the court appeared, his eyes were dim and unclear, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

"Huaijing."

A voice came from behind him, clear with a bit of softness, revealing a bit of squeamishness that he probably didn't even realize.

The darkness in Su Huaijing's eyes was instantly replaced by a Qingming smile, he turned his head, naturally took Rong Tang's hand, and gently rubbed it a few times to help him keep warm: "Why don't you talk to your mother for a while?" ”

Rong Tang glanced at the garden, and withdrew his gaze from the people Su Huaijing had just seen: "Mother wants me to come to you." ”

The deeper the smile in Su Huaijing's eyes, sometimes he felt that he would gain an inch, Tangtang was by his side, and he wanted him to have a heart on himself; But sometimes he feels that he is very satisfied, Rong Tang takes the initiative to come to him and obediently accompanies him, and Su Huaijing can spontaneously suppress all the thoughts in his heart that cannot be humane.

There are good and bad ones, some are related to Rong Tang, and some are related to the court.

But no matter what it was, no matter how much calculation was pressed on his body, he couldn't resist Tang Tang taking the initiative to come over and call him by name.

"Go back, mother." He said.

Rong Tang turned his head, looked at Su Huaijing's expression silently, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he nodded and walked with him to the courtyard.

In the past few months, the events that have happened in Beijing have become bigger and bigger, and the drama of the ninth year of Qingzheng is beginning to be staged from here.

Even if the butterfly effect is as mysterious as it is, the established plot line written in it will inevitably happen, sooner or later.

For example, Ningxuan Wangfu is about to usher in a little master who has just been born.

For example, the biological mother of the second prince, Concubine Yiniang, was detected as pregnant by the imperial doctor in the autumn of the ninth year of Qingzheng.

Another example is the male protagonist of "The Emperor's Journey", who will reach the age of leaving the palace after the New Year.

Sometimes it's hard to say whether it's the author's own bad taste or the bad nature of the characters in the book.

The mansion given to Sheng Chengli by Emperor Renshou is located on Xuanwu Avenue, directly opposite the mansion of Princess Duanyi.

——The barren grass, the dilapidated courtyard, the uninhabited, once given the name 'Xian'.

The place where Major General Wei Zhunwei grew up is at Huaijing's maternal grandfather's house.

He was given his least favored son by Emperor Renshou.

Rong Tang unconsciously thought: How can Sheng Chengli match it?!

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