Quick Transmigration: My Dark History

Two handkerchiefs, the same plain white, the same yellow, and the same red plum.

If there is any difference between the two handkerchiefs, it is nothing more than the red plum on it brought by Qianxiang. It is not embroidered with red silk thread, but is dyed with real blood, and the color is slightly black.

After so many years of dyeing, it seems that people can still smell the bloody smell of rust.

Concubine Wan lowered her eyes to look at it for a moment, and after a while, she laughed softly.

Her laughter was very light, and like her speech, it was very ethereal, like a fairy voice of a Buddhist language from outside the sky, but Qianxiang felt a kind of creepiness.

This Buddhist hall is really eerie.

Qianxiang thought, no wonder it is rumored that Wanchun Palace is a swamp that eats people and does not spit out bones, and Concubine Wan is also transformed from a cannibal monster. Every year, except for the only day when she can go out of the palace, she nests in this square inch of land all day and night, praying to the Buddha day and night, it seems that she has already gone crazy, no different from a monster.

Recalling that her young master was able to talk secretly with Concubine Wan for a whole afternoon, Qian Xiang felt that the young master was indeed worthy of being a young master, and that he could not change his face when facing Concubine Wan, the young master was really getting stronger and stronger.

It's a pity that the young master's body...

Before thinking about it any further, Concubine Wan had already put away the handkerchief, and asked, "Can you tell me, where did your young master get this thing from?"

Qian Xiang said: "This servant is just a servant, I don't know."

Concubine Wan said: "I haven't been able to find it for more than 20 years, but he sent it here directly." She laughed again, and sighed authentically, "Ye family, you are really amazing."

Qianxiang didn't speak.

Concubine Wan didn't say anything.She got up from the futon and turned to Qianxiang.

Only then did Qianxiang see her face.

The 40-year-old woman has surprisingly no wrinkles on her face, her skin is fair and smooth, she looks like a young girl.Although the black silk is hidden in the hat and she is dressed in a bland sea blue, she is still beautiful and amazing. At the same time, it makes people feel that Concubine Wan sucks the blood of her virgins all the year round to keep her youthful forever. The rumors are probably not groundless.

Otherwise, how to explain that in the past [-] years or so, every new maidservant who entered the Wanchun Palace to serve, without exception, all died without a whole body?

Qian Xiang thought about it, but there was no expression on her face, and she hid all her thoughts very well.

Concubine Wan got up, and the two nuns next to her also got up from the futon.They supported Concubine Wan from left to right, and supported the master to walk out of the Buddhist hall first. One of them whispered: "Follow."

Qian Xiang and Prince Jing followed behind.

After leaving the Buddhist hall, they circled half a circle, and they sat down in the main hall.

The palace was empty just now, but now there are already two rows of maids standing with their hands down, and several eunuchs are also waiting on the side.Several plates of dim sum were neatly placed on the small table, Qian Xiang glanced at them, they were all freshly made by the imperial chef, and some of them were still steaming hot, smelling very delicious.

——This is inconsistent with the rumors.

Rumors say that Concubine Wan has long since fend for herself, and her life is extremely miserable, even more pitiful than the maids of the Huanyi Bureau.

But right now, where is it miserable, where is it pitiful?

Picking up a piece of dim sum with green onion-like fingers, he brought it to his lips and took a small bite. It was soft, glutinous and sweet, and his lips and teeth were instantly fragrant.After drinking the scented tea, she lightly touched the corner of her lips with a handkerchief, and Concubine Wan then said, "Where's your young master?"

Qian Xiang said: "If you go back to your mother, the young master is taking a nap."

Concubine Wan said: "When is this, are you still taking a nap?"

Qian Xiang said: "The young master is not in good health, he has to sleep for nine hours every day before he wakes up."

There are twelve hours a day, and the young master is only awake for three hours a day.

Concubine Wan said: "Nine hours of sleep? It's really strange. Speaking of which, I'm a little tired. When your young master wakes up in the evening, let him come to see Bengong, and I will take him to see the third prince."

Qianxiang should be.

Concubine Wan then said to King Jing, "Come Jingqiu, go and rest with me for a while."

King Jing helped her to rest in the back hall as promised.

Qian Xiang returned to the side hall, and saw the young master's shoulders were exposed outside the quilt, she was about to step forward to tuck the quilt in, when she saw the young master opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, apparently he had been awake for a while.

She helped the young master up, poured a cup of hot tea for him to drink slowly.

The hot tea relieved the itching in his throat, and Qian Xiang rubbed his temples for a while, seeing that his brows were relaxed, knowing that he was comfortable, so he recounted to him the conversation with Concubine Wan just now verbatim.

At the end, she said: "Young master, Concubine Wan seems to be very suspicious of the origin of that thing."

"It's okay." Jiang Yan got out of bed, stretched slowly, with a little laziness in his brows and eyes, "It's not fake after all, no matter how suspicious she is, she can't find evidence."

Qian Xiang said: "Young master is right." Then he said, "I still have one thing that I don't understand."

Jiang Yan said: "What is it?"

Qian Xiang said: "My maid Concubine Guan Wan and Prince Jing, their facial features seem to be somewhat similar."

Jiang Yan listened, and praised her: "Observed very carefully." Then he replied, "They are mother and daughter, can they not be alike?"

Qian Xiang was surprised: "Mother and daughter? But back then..."

But didn't the princess die back then, and only the third prince survived?

Moreover, how could King Jing, who was clearly born to a noble concubine, become the child of Concubine Wan?

Before Qian Xiang finished speaking, she saw Jiang Yan put her index finger to her lips, signaling her to keep silent.

somebody is coming.he said silently.

Sure enough, there was no sound of footsteps, and the sound of knocking on the door sounded directly: "I heard the voice of talking just now, but the young master is awake?"

Qian Xiang went to open the door, and it was Prince Jing who came.

Entering the side hall, Prince Jing's gaze rested on Jiang Yan for a moment as a matter of course, seeing that he was pale and about to salute, and his body was so thin that a gust of wind could blow him down. "What does the young master like to eat? Concubine Wan wants to bring some refreshments to the young master."

Jiang Yan shook his head: "I'm not in good health, and I eat more medicine every day. Thank you, Concubine Wan, for your kindness."

The young master is the only legitimate son of the Ye family, and he is also the eldest son, and he will inherit the title of Master Ye in the future.

Once accepted as a noble, with the status of the Ye family, even Prince Jing would have to give him three points of courtesy.

Therefore, when King Jing asked him what kind of medicinal food he usually ate, and showed his kindness to him, Jiang Yan didn't hide it, and asked Qian Xiang to pick up some common food and tell him.

King Jing wrote it down, said a few more words, and then went back to the main hall.

But before he left, he intentionally or unintentionally asked, "You still don't know the name of the young master?"

"Yeqing." After standing up and saying a few words, Jiang Yan felt a little tired.He forced himself not to sit down, but closed his eyes slightly, and said very calmly, "I share the same name with my sister."

- also share an identity.

He is the eldest daughter of the Ye family, and he is also the eldest son.

In other words, the Ye family has always had only one eldest son, but no eldest daughter.

After hearing Jiang Yan's answer, King Jing probably thought of something, looked at him suspiciously, and walked away.

After Prince Jing left, Qian Xiang closed the door and turned to see Jiang Yan leaning on the side of the bed with a tired face, shortness of breath and frequent cold sweat. She walked over quickly and was about to fetch medicine for him when she saw him covering his mouth with his hand. After a heart-piercing cough, bright red liquid slowly overflowed from between his fingers and dripped onto the plain clothes, which was extremely dazzling.

"...Little Master!"

Qian Xiang hurriedly took the medicine for him, and seeing that he still wanted to cough, she hurriedly patted his back and stroked his chest: "Lie down quickly, your body can't stand the attack any longer."

After patting and caressing for a while, Jiang Yan finally stopped coughing.She helped him lie down, wiped his face and hands, and changed his clothes lightly. Seeing him close his eyes and fall asleep again, she picked up the blood-stained clothes and walked out.

He closed the door, turned around, and saw Prince Jing standing quietly nearby.

Qian Xiang was taken aback, but didn't notice that the clothes in her arms were taken away by Prince Jing. The latter unfolded the clothes, saw the blood on them, immediately frowned, and said in a low voice, "Ye... how come the young master vomits blood?"

Qian Xiang said: "If you go back to Prince Jing, the young master is not in good health."

King Jing said: "He vomits blood when he is not in good health? Tell the truth, what happened to him?"

Just as Qian Xiang was about to say that she was in poor health, she heard her say again: "If you don't tell the truth, I will ask you personally."

Qian Xiang had no choice but to say: "The young master was poisoned not long ago."

"What poison?"

"I don't know the name of the poison, but I only know that since I was poisoned, the young master has to sleep for at least nine hours a day, and often vomits blood. His spirit is not as good as before."

Ye Qing was sick and weak since he was a child, with constant minor illnesses and serious illnesses. Almost from the day he was born, he has been soaked in a medicine jar. A common cold may make him bedridden for half a month.

Although he is often sick, Yeqing is used to it. He reads when he can't get out of bed, and can't go out to blow the air when he gets out of bed, so he can only continue to read. As time goes on, his talent is quickly revealed, and he can compose good poems and write well Article, no one in the Ye family can compare to him.

Later, Yuemo was able to go out because he was getting older and his health was getting better. In order to prevent You Xiaoxiao from taking advantage of his physical condition to harm him, he followed the advice of his family and appeared in the world as the eldest daughter of the Ye family. In front of him, he wrote poems, wrote lyrics, painted pictures and played the piano. His reputation gradually spread. He also followed the advice of his family and went to the academy to apply for a teacher. He taught two classes a day without feeling tired.

Until he met Concubine Wan.

It was a coincidence that he met Concubine Wan.

It was so coincidental that even he couldn't help suspecting that the poison was actually Concubine Wan's masterpiece, otherwise it would be a coincidence that just after he was poisoned on his front foot, he would touch Concubine Wan who was released from the palace with his back foot?

What's more, if he wants to detoxify, the medicinal material he needs most is only available in the palace, and only Concubine Wan can find a way to get it.

In this way, there was an agreement that the eldest daughter of the Ye Family would marry His Highness the Third Prince.

It's just that he is a man, and he must never marry another man, so he faked his death to escape the golden cicada's shell, abandoned his false identity as the eldest daughter of the Ye family, and entered the Wanchun Palace as the true eldest son of the Ye family.