Unspeakable and strange

When he woke up again, the crazy female beggar had already dragged the child away.

His expression was numb, in a trance, and for a moment he didn't know where he was.

He was resting on Qin Hongfeng's lap, and when he looked up, he could see a beautiful and elegant jawline, and the lines of his shoulders and neck were delicate and smooth, with a hint of elegance.

Qin Hongfeng leaned against the city wall with one arm around him. He sat on the ground and looked at the sky. The sky was filled with glowing red clouds, and the green mountains and green waters in the distance were golden and silvery in the twilight.

It was almost dusk, and he fell asleep for so long.

"You're awake, are you feeling better?" Qin Hongfeng asked him with lowered eyes, his eyelashes pressed down like butterfly wings.

Yan Ning's throat rolled, and she hummed lightly.

"Would you like to go in?" he asked.

Yan Ning stood up on the ground, patted the dust on her body, looked at the majestic corner of the temple not far away, although hesitant, she didn't want to disappoint Qin Hongfeng, so she gritted her teeth and said casually, "Okay."

Qin Hongfeng smiled slightly, and covered his eyes with his hands, "Then close your eyes." After finishing speaking, he picked him up and leaped across the city wall.Yan Ning only felt the wind blowing in his ears, and he fell steadily into the inner city.

The towering city towers and the splendor of the continuous palaces in the past have become ruins now, with only broken bricks and tiles left, mottled walls and pillars, and depression everywhere.The stone steps of the palace road are intermittent, most of them are broken, and weeds are overgrown on the brick-paved ground. Only the huge column base and the broken bluestone danji still retain a little bit of the former luxury of the Fenxi Dynasty.

All the prosperity and beauty are gone.Years are long, but a dream.

Walking along the palace wall on the palace road paved with huge stones, Yan Ning closed her eyes, as if she heard countless long nights in the past, under the high winding and deep palace walls, the eunuch who reported the watch was hitting with a sandalwood hammer With the purple copper cloud board, the loud and clear alarm sound passed through the lonely palaces and reached his ears wave after wave.

He was holding the pen, listening to the sound of the watch, a drop of thick ink dripped from the tip of the pen, swimming through the page, someone was lighting the lamp and adding clothes for him, and the candles in the Xuanhua Hall never went out all night.

Yan Ning opened her eyes, staring intently, and stretched out her hand to brush the uneven wall tiles.Suddenly there was a deep depression, and the cracks slashed by swords on the city wall were long-lasting, like ugly scars, each with the light and blood of the sword.The sound of swords and conquests is vivid in my eyes and resounds in my ears.

He walked through the palaces, brushed away the weeds, stepped over the thorns, turned around the veranda, walked along the path, and found an abandoned courtyard.

In the corner of the yard, the small pond was dry, the garden was full of weeds, and the flowers and trees were scattered. There were only a few peach trees blooming by the wall, clusters of pink and white buds tremblingly protruding over the red wall glazed tiles.

There was a soft ringing in my ears, as if I heard the clear sound of the golden bells hanging from the four corners of the sedan chair passing through the moon gate.

He tied up the hem of his clothes and squatted in the yard, earnestly shoveling the soil and fertilizing the seeds. His hands were covered with mud and his body was dirty. Chun Niang looked at him beside him, pointing out from time to time, and softly Said, "Flowers are spiritual. If the person who grows the flowers is sincere, the flowers will bless you."

He nodded with half understanding, more patient and focused.He planted a peach tree, which later grew into a peach forest.After moving from the cold palace, he also transplanted that peach grove into the empress dowager's womb.

Every time he gets tired of reading, he rests his chin and looks out of the window. Outside the window, there are birds, trees, savage and wild grass and a crimson peach forest.

That Taolin did not disappoint him.

One day later, he invited a fairy from the mountain, and invited him into this peach forest. He played his heart out, exhausted his colors, and finally trapped him with this turbulent peachy obsession.

The sky is still bright, frosty and dew thick, and lead gray clouds are accumulating on the horizon. The chief eunuch is on duty under the black tiles of the vermilion gallery of Qianning Palace with his sleeves tucked in his shoulders, and a drop of melted snow falls from the eaves to the side .

In the distance, a black shadow appeared on the white marble steps. He squinted his eyes and saw the five-clawed golden dragon on the red hem that belonged exclusively to Prince Xi. He rushed forward enthusiastically, "Your Highness is here so early!" ?”

Yan Ning nodded, "I'm here to pay my respects to the Queen Mother."

The eunuch bent down and led Yan Ning into the inner gate, flattering and flattering him, "His Royal Highness is really a filial child. The Queen is also inside, and the old slave will not go in."

There are thick gauze curtains hanging in the hall, incense is burning, the earth dragon is burning enough, and it is hot everywhere.

Yan Ning stopped at the door, patting away the morning dew stained on the sleeves of her robe, the sound of hitting leaves came from inside, Yan Ning combed her clothes, and was about to knock on the door, but there was a conversation inside the door.

"Calculating the time, it's time for that man to come to pay respects to the queen mother. Chaoli has said recently that he is the most filial and respectful, and he has never made mistakes in attending morning and evening ceremonies. The Marquis of Shouyang is full of praise for him." A delicate A female voice sounded.

"Well, since he moved out of the cold palace, there really hasn't been any delay." The person who spoke was mature and stable, and he had accumulated the wind and frost of the years.

"The king has been seriously ill these past few days, but His Highness knelt before the collapse day and night to serve him. He never closed his eyes, and even voluntarily sucked out the pus and blood from the sores with his mouth. His filial piety touched the heavens. After accepting such a adopted son, my sister can finally comfort my son. The pain of passing away."

"Huh," the ring pendant jingled, and the woman said fiercely with red eyes, "what can be compared with my Duaner?"

"It's just a child born by a foreign dancer before full term. Ever since he was born, the king had doubts, and he didn't want to bear the notoriety of killing children, so he simply killed the foreign girl and left the child to be raised as a dog. Does he have a share in speaking?"

"Who would have expected that this bastard would become the prince in the end." The more he talked, the more he gritted his teeth.

The queen mother looked at her displeasedly, "Don't talk nonsense about things that have no basis. Rong Yin, who has become a queen, is so outspoken and inappropriate, how can you set an example in the harem?"

The queen's expression froze, and Hong Koudan's nails clenched Sipa tightly, reluctantly suppressing her anger, "What the mother taught me is that my son will never do it again."

After a long time, there was a sigh in the quiet and closed room, and the old lady whispered, "It's been hard for you these years. Now the king is seriously ill, and there are many different opinions. The most important thing is to stabilize the court. We have to work together. As for other , wait until the king gets better before making any plans."

"My son is not bitter. It's just that I always think of my child who died young at night. All of this should belong to him." The queen began to cry.

Zhi Fenhui sighed, things hurt the same kind, and the faces of the women in the room were also full of sad expressions for a while.

King Xi was seriously ill and had only one son left.The hearts of the princes and princes in the court hall are ready to move, and they are about to fight with each other.The sky over the Xi Dynasty is cloudy, and the storm is about to come, but what can the women in the harem do except worry?

Yan Ning lowered her hands, her robe sleeves swung down, clenched into fists, turned her head and quietly walked out of the palace gate.

The eunuch was still ordering people to sweep away the snow water under the eaves, turned around to see Yan Ning, and asked in surprise, "Why did Your Highness come out so quickly?"

Yan Ning looked indifferent, "Grandmother, the Empress Dowager and the Queen had a good chat, so I don't want to disturb you. Please let me know when the Empress Dowager asks, Yan Ning has been here."

"Hey? Good, good." The eunuch responded, "The queen mother has been worrying too much these days, and she is mentally exhausted. If His Highness is willing to talk to her more and forgive her, the queen mother will be more happy."

After not listening to his answer for a while, the eunuch raised his head, and saw a strange look on the face of the weak crowned prince, who was usually indifferent and restrained, half ridiculed and half angry, as if he had been imprisoned in a cage for many years, and he was born. The sleepy tiger who broke his teeth with his sharp teeth was suddenly pushed onto the stage for everyone to enjoy.

He froze for a moment, but Yan Ning had already leaned over and cupped his hands at him, "Since the grandmother is not in good health, Yan Ning won't bother you these few days, and please take care of me, father-in-law." After finishing speaking, she turned around and left, as if I can't hold back any more.