Dingjiangshan

Qin Liu looked at her silently, just like looking at a pile of rotten meat, ooze, rotten bones.

During the winter hunting, he should have worked hard to get closer to normal people, so he barely gained some popularity.Now that there is no obstacle, the whole person does not need to hold back his momentum, the whole person stands there like a ghost, his eyes are empty and cold, as if there is nothing.

Linglong was so frightened that her heart trembled, she quickly threw herself forward, and was about to plead with Ning Yan again, but Qin Liu grabbed her collar by the nape of her neck like lightning, and with all his strength, Linglong Picked up like a chick.

"Your Majesty—"

Qin Liu didn't give her a chance to speak at all, raised his arm, covered her mouth with his hand, turned his head and walked out of the hall.

Linglong flung her hands and feet in his hands, and grabbed Qin Liu's hand fiercely, with a muffled sob in her throat, wanting to say something to Ning Yan.

I also know about the Empress Dowager, Linglong thought, if Ning Yan wants to know, she is willing to tell all about it.

But Qin Liu's footsteps were fast and his hands were steady. Even though he had scratched several nail scars on Qin Liu's hands, Qin Liu didn't intend to let go.

Ning Yan didn't stop either, he lowered his eyes, stirred the sugar cheese in the bowl, and took a sip from time to time, his indifference was shocking.

Even now, Linglong couldn't believe that Ning Yan really didn't want to ask her anything, but just wanted to kill her to vent her anger.

——She has been back and forth between Ning Yan and Ruan Yin for so many years, Ruan Yin can hear Ning Yan's tricks from her mouth, and Ning Yan can of course.

But why didn't Ning Yan keep her.

Just like what Ning Yan said, since he obviously didn't intend to deal with her now, it proves that she is still very useful.

Qin Liu's forearm was stuck at Linglong's larynx, and the more she struggled, the tighter the arm became.

The shadow guard only had obedience in his mind, and he didn't have the words "pity the fragrance and cherish the jade" at all. He lifted his feet off the ground for a huge and exquisite person, and he had to scratch his arms desperately, stretching them like a duck. neck, to barely get a little room to breathe from his shackles.

The suffocation made her eyes faintly blurry, and the mottled color blocks filled her eyes, blurring the familiar scene into something strange.

Linglong looked at Ning Yan unwillingly, but couldn't speak. She could only whimper indistinctly from her throat, as if she had lost the ability to speak.

Ning Yan was sitting behind the brightly lit table, slowly stirring the sweet cheese in the bowl with his slender fingers, and the little mink on his shoulder was so greedy for the milk, he was jumping up and down on his shoulder, acting like a baby.

The emperor is moody, but Linglong has served Ning Yan for ten years, and it is rare for him to order someone to be killed.Compared with other emperors and royal families, he seems to take "human life" more seriously. Although he will not deliberately let people who make mistakes be soft-hearted, he seldom kills people at will.

Ning Yan once said when chatting with them that life is the most important thing in the world.From the royal family and nobles, to the peasants in the countryside, they all have only one life.

There is always hope in life, think about what will happen tomorrow, if you die, you will lose everything.

The soul returns to nothingness, and the dead are better off. From now on, they will sleep in the ground forever, and everything will be fine.But the living can only cherish the memory of the slightest emotion, and then stay in the emptiness that is gradually forgotten day by day.

Linglong still remembered that it seemed to be a snowy winter day. Ning Yan was young, wearing a half-thick jacket and huddled next to the stove peeling oranges. Ning Huaijin was sitting opposite him, watching his homework.

It seemed that it had snowed heavily for several days before that, and they went up to rest and take a bath, and they were free on weekdays, so they all gathered in the hall and listened to Ning Yan gossiping with them.

Incense sizzled and sizzled in a small metal box on top of the stove, and the mist of ambergris curled up from the box and diffused into the air.

Ning Huaijin finished reading the homework in her hand, then closed the books, took a sip of tea, and got involved in this topic.

"Your Majesty's words sound like a child's heart." Ning Huaijin seemed to disagree with him, and said softly, "How can Your Majesty be the same as ordinary people? Ordinary people fear life and death because life and death are determined by destiny. And His Majesty holds the power of life and death in his hands, so he should be more open-minded, if he is restrained, he will inevitably be hindered by this in the future."

"The emperor's words are not right." Ning Yan became interested, and stuffed the remaining two pieces of oranges into his mouth, puffing up his cheeks and said: "The emperor said that life and death are the power, that's because of it." Above the law, if you make a big mistake, you are not sorry to die because of emotion and reason. But I say, if you become an emperor and lose respect for life and death because of the power of life and death, you will be more likely to make mistakes.”

"What does Your Majesty mean?" Ning Huaijin asked.

"If you lose your reverence for life and death and regard it as a child's play, you will not be so cautious when dealing with others, and you will pay more attention to your heart when dealing with others. Then the handling of the matter will be biased due to the emperor's disposition, and it is easy to enforce the law incorrectly." Ning Yan shook his head and said, "As for an emperor, the most important thing is to stand upright, just like a ruler, and not to be biased without authorization, so as to convince the subjects."

"Isn't that what Uncle Huang said?" Ning Yan asked with a smile.

Although Ning Huaijin knew that he was secretly changing the concept and dropping the book bag, he had no choice but to shake his head and give a low laugh, which was regarded as acquiescing.

Linglong still remembers all kinds of things that day.

As time passed, Linglong even developed some illusions—maybe Ning Yan is such a mild-tempered person, because of his young age, he looks softer and less courageous.

But now, the boy she is used to serving, the boy who always smiles habitually, is sitting calmly behind the table not far from her, using the handle of a silver spoon to feed some sugar and cheese to the boy on his shoulder. Xiao Diao didn't give her any more eyes, as if her life was not as precious as that beast.

——So they are all the same, Linglong thought.

Sitting on that dragon chair, after three or four years of hard work, no matter how soft-hearted a child is, he will become cold-hearted and hard as a rock.

Linglong tripped over the threshold, and her eyes suddenly went dark, only to realize that she had been dragged out of the gate by Qin Liu before she knew it.

The weather is very good tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse in the sky, and a star beside the bright moon is particularly bright, half hidden behind a thin layer of mist, shining stubbornly.

Ning Yan scooped out the last spoonful of yoghurt from the bowl and put it in his mouth. The milk melted into a soft liquid in his mouth, filling his mouth with a sweet aroma.

Linglong had already been dragged out of the door by Qin Liu, Ning Yan put down the bowl and leaned back on the backrest.

Linglong is the eldest maid in Zichen Palace who has served for the longest time. He doesn't like to be served by his side, and there are even fewer maids. Linglong is probably the only maid who can get close to him and knows his taste best.

Ning Yan likes sweets, but is picky about his taste. Linglong knows his taste the most accurately. When making sugar cheese, he will reduce two parts of sugar, add an extra part of milk, and then use pear water to make up the sweetness, so as to save too much sugar. greasy.

Even if the little maid next to her knew this recipe, she couldn't do it as well as Linglong.

——What a pity, Ning Yan thought.

He was very calm and had no other emotions.Linglong betrayed her master and got news from him for many years to Ruan Yin, it was already an extra favor of him to keep her till now.

It's just that he is a little unaccustomed to it.

Ning Yan lifted Xiao Diao off his shoulder, touched it in his hand, then took the tea on the table, and took a sip.

The sweet taste of sugar cheese in his mouth was instantly diluted by more than half by the slightly bitter tea, just as if the last trace left by Linglong had disappeared.

After about half a cup of tea, Qin Liu came back from the outside. A thin layer of water droplets hung on his black clothes, which were tightly attached to his body.

Behind him was a young woman, dressed in an exquisite court attire, with a slender silver bracelet on her hand.

The woman's clothes were wrinkled, and her steps seemed a little messy. She slowly followed Qin Liu for a few steps, and it seemed that she was slowly getting used to this walking rhythm.

After entering the hall, she quickened her pace and passed behind Qin Liu.She didn't stop when she walked up to the table, she walked around the table and walked to Ning Yan's side, and then knelt down while pulling her dress.

"Your Majesty," the woman called softly.

——Based on that voice and figure, it turned out to be "Linglong" who was taken out by Qin Liu just now.

"Look up." Ning Yan said.

Linglong bit her lip and raised her head obediently.

There are two obvious red marks on the side of her face, her forehead hair is a little wet, and a few strands of hair on her forehead are stuck to her forehead, looking a little pitiful.

Ning Yan hummed in an unclear mood, and knocked on the armrest with his fingers.

Linglong's body trembled subconsciously, and then she relaxed again. Qin Liu answered yes behind her, and then disappeared as quietly as he had appeared.

Ning Yan lowered his eyes, lifted her chin with his hand, looked at her carefully for a while, and then asked with a half-smile, "Do you know how to tell the empress dowager?"

Linglong replied, "Understood."

"Say it again." Ning Yan said.

Linglong was stunned for a moment, then immediately said: "Yes, it's the slave who knows."

"Very good." Ning Yan said: "You go to the side hall to have a look. If Jiang Xuan hasn't left, then come back and answer. If she is no longer there, you can go to Xianyu Hall to report... From now on, you to serve her."

Linglong bent down meekly, kowtowed to him, then took a few steps back on her knees, stood up from the ground, and exited the door.

He Wenting, who had been standing by the side as a lamp stand, was confused by this incident - Ning Yan usually handled things neatly, so why did he bring out the shadow guard to scare a little palace lady.

"His Majesty--"

"You don't have to be on guard against her in the future." Ning Yan interrupted He Wenting: "If she comes to Zichen Palace to answer when I am not around, you just need to accept her letter box and wait for me to come back to deal with it."

He Wenting always felt that Linglong looked a little strange, but Ning Yan didn't say anything, and he didn't want to ask too much, so he could only say: "Yes."

"Go and find out Jiang Xuan's origin." Ning Yan ordered: "My mother gave me such a big gift, and I don't appreciate it."

"I didn't expect to do it so early." Ning Yan smiled and said, "But since it was my mother who came to provoke me first, I want to give her old man a bad face."