Rebirth is back for you

One day passed by lightly, and the warm-colored glazed lamps on the palace corridor flickered Jin Yang's dragon robe embroidered with auspicious cloud totems.

She walked into the Qingyan Hall without a single pause, stretched out her hand and pushed the door open, and the palace servants behind her did not make a sound and waited in line at the door.

Jing Ran didn't move at all when he heard such a slight voice, and still lay lazily with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Jin Yang looked at the person leaning casually on the soft couch through the bead curtain, and after looking at it for a while, he waved his hands to lift the bead curtain, without deliberately relaxing the movements of his hands and feet.

Jing Ran had a laid-back attitude and a calm expression. Jin Yang stood in front of the couch, looked down at her for a moment, then shifted his gaze to the medicine bowl on the tall square table next to him, and raised his eyebrows, "Don't want to drink medicine?"

"Don't drink." Jing Ran opened his eyes with clear eyes, glanced at Jin Yang, and replied decisively.

Jin Yang frowned even higher, "Don't drink anyway?"

"Don't drink." Jing Ran didn't hesitate and didn't change his voice.

Jin Yang thought of something, squinted at her for a while, and suddenly said, "South Sea mullet, three inches long, lin like thin jade, flesh like cedar, it melts into soup, leaving a fragrance on its teeth and cheeks."

Jing Ran's calm expression suddenly moved.

Jin Yang took in all the subtle changes in her eyes, and continued with a smile hidden in his eyes: "So if you use the concoction of rouge fish, you won't drink it?"

Jing Ran didn't make a sound, her expression was light, as if she wasn't interested.

"If you don't drink it, don't drink it." Jin Yang looked at her and suddenly sighed, and helplessly ordered outside, "Bring a bucket of water in."

"You want to take a bath here?" Jing Ran raised his eyes, Jin Yang had already walked behind the screen and took off his robe in two steps, and a natural voice came out, "This palace is my place everywhere, where can I take a bath?" all the same."

Saying so.

This is true.

Jing Ran half sat up, raised her eyebrows disapprovingly, and turned her head to stare at the bowl of medicine beside the table.

Jin Yang, who was rustlingly taking off his clothes, suddenly poked his head out from behind the screen, watched Jing Ran put his nose to the medicine bowl, and raised his eyebrows at her leisurely.

Jing Ran: "..."

This kind of feeling like being a thief... indeed being a thief, and being caught is so tormenting.

Jin Yang couldn't help laughing, looked at Jing Ran's tense face, returned to the screen considerately, and continued to undress while smiling: "The rouge fish dies after leaving the running water of the South China Sea, so not many are transported to the capital. You fell into a coma some days ago, so I poured the medicine into you as soon as possible, and I haven't had time to order it to be changed today."

Jing Ran turned her head to look at the hazy figure behind the screen without making a sound, her eyes were filled with deep emotions.

"Pass down the decree, replace Jing Shizi's medicine with South Sea mullet fish soup." Jin Yang didn't care whether Jing Ran made a sound, while slowly burying his body in the water, he said to the person after putting the bathtub away. The palace man who was going out ordered.

"Yes." The palace man responded and closed the palace door properly.

Jing Ran listened to the sound of water flowing gently behind the screen and suddenly lay back on the soft couch and closed her eyes.

After a while, she whispered, "Jin Yang."

"Ok?"

"If you treat me like this, how will the rumors that are raging in the world be spread after tomorrow? Are you talking about me as a vixen, or a beauty?"

"..." Jin Yang reminded her: "Senior Sister, you are now disguised as a man."

"All right, it's ok, um..." Jing Ran rolled his eyes at the top of the hall, "That's the male vixen."

Jin Yang was silent for a while, and after a while, he suddenly came out from behind the screen dressed properly, slightly lowered his head to look at Jing Ran, with the corners of his mouth curled up, "Do you care about these rumors?"

"Of course I care." Jing Ran wrinkled his face in distress, "If the feathers can be white, who wants to make them black."

"Obviously white looks better than black." Jing Ran paused and added.

Jin Yang: "...But you obviously don't want to wear white clothes."

"That's because the white clothes I used to wear were all made of snow silk from Xianyifang. If this snow silk is colored, it will change its texture and make it uncomfortable to wear."

"..." What are you talking about, Jin Yang thought for a long time, and asked sincerely: "So you used to wear white clothes in the past, is it because white looks good, or snow silk is comfortable to wear?"

"Of course it's because..." Jing Ran raised his eyes, looked at the thin and soft nightgown on Jin Yang's body, and suddenly said, "Your fabric is also very good."

"...This is Caiyun Jinmo Fragrant Forging."

"Well, great, I want it too." Jing Ran nodded.

Jin Yang looked down at her, "Do you want to take a bath too?"

Jing Ran nodded again.

"Okay." Jin Yang ordered the palace man outside the door to bring in a bucket of water, and at the same time brought back a nightgown that was forged with colorful brocade and ink.

Jing Ran got up from the couch, entered the screen like Jin Yang and took off his clothes to take a bath.

After looking at the screen with his head tilted for a long time, Jin Yang walked to the incense burner at the corner of the table with his hands behind his back, and slowly added a few spoonfuls of spices into it.

Wisps of fragrant mist quickly rose from Tenglong's mouth, and the elegant but still fragrant ink orchid fragrance infiltrated into Jingran's hair and skin little by little.

In the world, the fragrance of the emperor that can overwhelm the ambergris, except for the black orchid, there is only the ice snow lotus.

Jing Ran closed her eyes, and put a strand of hair under her nose with her fingertips.

The scent of snow lotus on her body has long faded.

Seeing Jing Ran slowly walking out from behind the screen in the same colorful halo brocade and ink forging, Jin Yang stood by the window and turned sideways, looked her up and down with a smile, and said with lips curled up: "Sure enough, no matter what kind of Clothes, Senior Sister looks better in them."

Jing Ran nodded without shame, and said truthfully, "I have a good skin."

"So how can people in the world scold you." Jin Yang looked up at the crooked moonlight, and said calmly: "If senior sister is willing, I will help you restore your identity."

Jing Ran paused, looked at Jin Yang's straight and clear back, and walked to the window to join her, but his eyes fell on the purple bamboo in the corner of the courtyard, and asked, "What is the prophecy of 'Empress, Bengui'?" Your master did the divination for Qingyue Changsun?"

"Correct."

"So I have been disguised as a man since I was a child, or is it thanks to your master?" Jing Ran raised an eyebrow.

"Without my master, there would be someone else." Jin Yang seemed to smile, and looked at Zhongtian with his lips drawn together, and said: "Nearly a hundred years ago, when Emperor Qingyue Shengzong, the nine heavens showed the star map of fortune, and the stars of Changsun's family were hidden. , It’s hard to do anything alone, and it’s really a sign of the country’s subjugation.”

Jing Ran also shifted his eyes from Zizhu to the stars in the sky, and quietly listened to Jin Yang continue: "Afterwards, the son of Emperor Shengzong succeeded to the throne, and his posthumous title was Dezong. A frail heir is for the sake of being rich and noble, and there will be no dragon or phoenix." After a pause, Jin Yang tilted his head to look at Jingran, "Emperor Dezong's only heir is your grandmother."

On the night of Pei Jinsong and Shuluan's big wedding that day, Changsun Qimu once told Jing Ran in the carriage that Emperor Dezong of Changsun's family was devoted to nature, and he only married Empress Rong in his life, and only the first emperor Qingyue. son.And her grandmother was born in the side-by-side king lineage of the eldest grandson's ancestor and mother.

But now, the life experience of the two people is obviously different.

Jin Yang glanced at Jing Ran and continued to understand: "Empress Rong has been weak and sick since she was a child. She almost died when she gave birth to your grandmother. Fortunately, an expert saved her life, and the mother and daughter were safe. But it also damaged her roots. May have offspring.

So at that time, Emperor Dezong thought over and over again, and finally went against the original lifeline of the Changsun family.At that time, one was that your grandmother had followed the physique of Empress Rong, and she was weak since she was a child, and she was afraid that it would be difficult to raise her up; The prophecy of "the decline of children and the exhaustion of mountains and rivers" has been fulfilled in the emperor's time. "

Speaking of this, how can Jingran not understand anymore, after that, it must be Emperor Dezong who secretly embraced the heir of the royal family, that is, the current Qingyue Xianhuang entered the palace to raise him, and then inherited the grand line of the Changsun family, Ascended the throne as the emperor.And his only daughter was transferred to the Prince's Mansion, and as the daughter of the Prince's Mansion, she grew up safely all the way.

So now Qingyue's true royal lineage should be her grandmother's descendants, that is, her of this generation, and Jiang Boxi.

This is also what she had thought over and over again but could not really touch. The old emperor was determined to get rid of the inverse scale in the Deqin Palace.Because from the beginning to the end, what the old emperor and eldest grandson Qihao feared was the orthodox royal blood left by her grandmother, not that bad old man.

In this way, Jiang Baixi also has the orthodox blood of Qingyue and Ganqiu royal families, so if Qingyue and Ganqiu unite the whole country in the future, it will be justified.

"Just because of the prophecy of 'Bengui', the Deqin Palace has been secretly feared for three generations, and with the astrology of 'Emperor', if a female heir is born in the Deqin Palace, it will be doomed." Jin Yang said in a calm voice: "So not only were you forced to disguise yourself as a man to be raised since you were born, but 20 years ago, you had an aunt who was secretly sent back to Ganqiu by the old prince Deqin as soon as she was born, and married in Shuobei when she grew up. It is the Queen of Shuobei who has just fallen in love with the whole country."

Although Jing Ran was still surprised when she heard this, she didn't feel surprised. When Jiang Baixi arranged for the whole country in Shuobei to agree with each other, she already felt that there was something hidden, and even Ye Mei had guessed it.It turned out that it was because Yan Huai, the former prince of Shuobei, also had the blood of Prince Deqin, so he was their cousin.

Therefore, from a hundred years ago, from the ancestors, these countless interlocking and confused accounts have been left behind. As a result, today, many things are mixed together, unclear, and chaotic.

Jing Ran suddenly rubbed his forehead tiredly, Jin Yang tilted his head to look at her, raised his hand behind his back and closed the window, blocking the breeze, and said softly: "If you are sleepy, just rest, Your injury hasn't fully healed yet, you should stay in bed and recuperate."

"It's the same with you." Jing Ran smiled lightly indifferently, turned around and took two steps, suddenly turned around, and asked Jin Yang, "Where do you sleep?"

There was only three steps between them, Jin Yang looked deeply into Jing Ran's eyes, but felt that the emotions in those phoenix eyes could not be clearly read no matter what.After a while, she said softly, "I'm going back to the emperor's bedroom. I have to get up early tomorrow to go to court, so I won't bother you."

"Alright." Jing Ran nodded casually, and lay down on the bed after bypassing the screen.

The sound of fine sand flowing from the corner of the table was exceptionally clear, and the hazy night was as cool as water. After a moment of silence, Jin Yang's steady and slow footsteps gradually left and disappeared into the thick night.

In the next few days, the Wuli Palace was calm and orderly.Jingran is recovering from his wounds in the leisurely climate and atmosphere. Every day, he accompanies Jin Yang, who is in court, to eat and play chess, enjoy flowers and drink tea, and is infinitely safe.

In the world apart from the quiet place of Wuli Palace, all kinds of news have already been circulated with vigor and vigor.

Ever since the new emperor of Wuli used soldiers and horses to intercept the Ninth Princess of Qingyue, there will be new news and speculations floating all over the world like snowflakes every day.

After Jing Ran woke up, she didn't get angry, but took the initiative to tear the clothes of the new emperor Wuli; until she abandoned the white clothes like snow that men all over the world tried to imitate, and changed to Jin Yang's ink color Jin Yunduan; Until the two of them bathe together, wear the same clothes, eat and sleep together, and go out and in.The common people in the world are more shocked and more uproared each time.

Even Wuli's civil and military officials have raised temptations many times in the court, but Jin Yang calmly and lightly stopped him.One has no name, and the other has no explanation. No one can figure out the thoughts of the two parties involved, and no one has been able to find out the news about the Qingyue Ninth Princess who seems to have disappeared from the world.

With the passage of time, the people all over the world changed from a lot of shocking speculation at the beginning to pure envy and envy.

Because it has been passed down from generation to generation, Wuli's new emperor treats Jing Shizi like pearls and treasures.Jing Shizi didn't like to take medicine, so Emperor Li transported thousands of miles of cavalry back to the South China Sea to make soup and boil medicine for him; Overnight, the value of the book became hundreds of dollars, and it became the only copy of the royal family that is hard to buy; Jing Shizi also likes to use a kind of paper made of purple bamboo to fold origami. things.

So many, no more to enumerate.After every move of Jingran was reported, people all over the world rushed to imitate it, so the development of Wuli Commercial City reached the peak in the past [-] years since the founding of the country in just a few days, and there were even some people who faintly guided and influenced other countries. sign.

In such an atmosphere, everyone has forgotten the speculation and development that things should have. Even Jing Ran himself seems to have gradually forgotten his original identity and life in the leisurely day after day.

The weather is fine in late spring, and the climate gradually tends to early summer.Jing Ran lay on the top of the tallest pagoda in Wuli Palace and took a nap with her eyes closed. Not long after she fell into a drowsy sleep, she was gradually awakened by the voice of a court lady.

"Jing Shizi, the emperor said that the time when the morning court will end today is unpredictable, and he sent a message to let you have lunch in secret, so you don't have to wait for her."

Jing Ran took off the notebook for shading the sun from her face, turned her head to look at it, and the voice that just woke up was still half lazy, and asked casually: "What's the important thing in the morning?"

The maid who sent the message did not shy away, raised her head and said respectfully: "Last night, a thief broke into the palace without permission. The emperor fought against him in the middle of the night, destroying several former palaces. The emperor is discussing how to repair them in the Ministry of Industry."

"Oh?" Jing Ran squinted his eyes, watching the huge pupils shining out of the dazzling golden edge, and still said lazily: "What kind of thief? Who is the emperor?"

"The emperor's teacher is the emperor's master, and the thief is—" The maid seemed to be hesitant, Jing Ran calmly comforted her: "Speak boldly, forgive your innocence."

"It's your master, the Taoist priest without answer." The maid replied.

Jing Ran let out a "huh" and muttered, "It turned out to be that stinky old man."

The maid waited for a while, and saw that Jing Ran had no more orders, and was just about to turn around and leave when Jing Ran's lazy voice came down, "Go and send a message to your emperor, and tell her to prepare 1 archers, and wipe the arrows on the arrows." The pollen of the green cherry blossoms, if that stinky old man dares to come, he will shoot him with ten thousand arrows."

The palace maid seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then immediately responded, "Yes."

Jing Ran casually bent her legs sideways, resting on the edge of the pagoda, lazily changed her position and continued to sleep.

For a whole day, Jin Yang never showed up. Jing Ran walked back to Qingyan Hall under the mercury moonlight that just fell, and suddenly stopped when he reached out to push the door.

The unprovoked and quiet moonlight flowed all over the ground, making the whole palace gentle and peaceful.The dancing candlelight in the hall reflected, casting mottled shadows on the window paper.

Jing Ran remained motionless for a long time in the posture of pushing the door, before finally walking in.

Under the halo of the bright crescent moon and the warm candlelight, Qing Jun's figure in azure blue and cold color was standing upright in the light, looking at her expressionlessly.

The author has something to say: oh, oh, I may not have time to update it when I go back to school tomorrow, I don’t know if I will be beaten to death if I get stuck here [run with the lid on the pot~