Chang Huanxi

"What are they afraid of..." Qi Yuan said with a sigh, "If Di Jing can destroy Daliang with their death, maybe they will have fun."

That's right, their beliefs are naturally different from those of the people in Daliang.Whoever loses is that everyone has their own ambitions and their own masters, and it doesn't mean that they are much more noble than them.

It's just that these innocent people are pitiful, why should they become victims of this contest between countries.

"It's not fair." Shen Yanhuan said in a low voice.

Qi Yuan patted his head, "There are too many unfair things in this world, otherwise what do you think we are doing?"

"What? Aren't we just eating and waiting to die?"

"Uh……"

"Yanyan, how can you believe that I have worked hard?"

Shen Yanhuan giggled and avoided his hand, how could he not believe it.

The two took a lot of effort to fill in the hole, and when everything was cleaned up, it was already dawn, and there were sounds of bells ringing in the temple and monks doing morning classes, and occasionally there were one or two crisp birdsong in the forest, accompanied by The footsteps of the pedestrians who came early to worship the Buddha seemed peaceful and beautiful.

Xiao Huishou delivered hot vegetable buns early in the morning. The child slept late yesterday, but he looked in good spirits. He must be active late at night.

This was not what surprised Qi Yuan the most, what made him unbelievable was that Shen Yanhuan hadn't slept all night, and fell asleep without walking. This is really a rare spectacle.

Qi Yuan was amazed.

Then he was beaten.

"The relationship between the two guests is really good! Just like Senior Brother and Senior Brother Huitong, I am envious!"

Xiao Huishou watched the two of them fight happily with a happy face, really envious, when will he have such a good friend!

The two of them were concerned about the presence of children, so at least they did not do anything shameful.

Xiao Huishou and the two of them finished enjoying the large plate of steamed buns just out of the cage, seeing that their bodies were not very clean, this is a euphemism, but in fact, the two of them seemed to have rolled out of the mud. His body was covered with dust and mud, only one face could be seen, so he volunteered to prepare hot water.

"Clean up quickly..." Xiao Huishou, who came back from the outside, said excitedly with her face flushed, "There are a lot of people talking to Brother Huitong in the front hall, and they seem to be looking for you!"

Qi Yuan waited at the door for Shen Yanhuan to take a bath first, and asked strangely after hearing this: "Then why are you so excited?"

Xiao Huishou rubbed her nose shyly, covered her face with her hands and said shyly, "Oh, oh! That young lady in red is so pretty!"

Qi Yuan: "..."

You are a Buddhist!

The door creaked and was pushed open, and Shen Yanhuan came out wiping her half-dry hair urged by internal force, "Red Bell? Shouldn't she be helping Hong Xiao and Master Xu deal with the flood in Ganzhou?"

Qi Yuan's heart skipped a beat suddenly, something uneasy sprang up all of a sudden, and it seemed to be an indestructible trend.

Under Xiao Huishou's surprised gaze, he took out a gossip plate and three copper coins from his sleeve. The copper coins were not held securely, and they scattered on the gossip plate with a clang. Shen Yanhuan had never seen him in such a flustered state before, and walked to his side Gripped his arm.

Qi Yuan stabilized his mind, gave him a comforting smile and said that he was fine, and put the copper coins in his hand again and laid them on the gossip plate in order.

"Disaster comes from the southeast..."

Qi Yuan muttered hoarsely, they probably still didn't have time.

In the Daxiong Palace surrounded by incense, the long and long bell stopped abruptly, followed by a sound that was so shocking that it resembled a mournful cry, and it repeated like this, a total of six times.

The common people may not understand the death bell in the royal temple, but Qi Yuan knows that it is the bell that only rings when a woman from the royal family of Daliang, which symbolizes high status, passes away.

They didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately rushed to the front hall.

As soon as he saw their figures, the old butler who had traveled all the way through the mountains and rivers immediately fell to his knees with a "plop", with tears running down his face, he kowtowed long and choked up, and said, "Fourth Highness... ...The empress dowager is dead!"

It was dark for Qi Yuan's eyes, but luckily Shen Yanhuan was beside him and supported his body.

"This is not a place to talk." Hong Ling glanced at the monks coming and going around.

Qi Yuan also knew that what she said was reasonable, so he quickly asked the old housekeeper to get up first.

Huishou was peeking here at first, but when he saw Hong Ling looking over, he hurriedly covered his face and ran away shyly.

Hong Ling: ...

Huitong was leading the monks in the hall to do the morning class at this time, they asked the gatekeeper monk who was welcoming them to inform him and went back to the courtyard.

As soon as the old steward received the news from Qi Mo, he took his horse and horse and took the road. He only brought two young servants with him. He didn't dare to stop day and night along the way, and finally joined the convoy escorting grain and grass before they arrived in Ganzhou.Among them were more than a hundred soldiers personally selected by Qi Yuan.

But who would have thought that when they arrived in Ganzhou, they heard that Qi Yuan and Shen Yanhuan had already left here, the old housekeeper didn't dare to delay, and left a few people behind to hand over food and grass to Xu Mao and the others, and the rest came in the direction Hong Xiao said, Only then did I arrive at Xing'an Temple today.

"The empress dowager was probably prepared in her heart. A few nights before the accident, she called the third highness to her side and told her that she would keep her funeral secret after her death. Everything will be discussed after the New Year."

The old butler took a large package and a letter from the servant and handed it over. The letter was written by Qi Mo, which basically explained some things in the palace. It was Su Lan who was lying in the Ningshan Palace now, and Qi Mo stayed in the side hall under the pretext of being ill. He took this opportunity to thoroughly investigate the Ningshou Palace, but found nothing suspicious.

The first person to discover what had happened was Gu Lianxiang, the concubine Shu who came to deliver the ginseng soup to the old lady.

The letter also mentioned the peony flower...

After reading the letter, Qi Yuan closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

Shen Yanhuan said: "Uncle Zhao, you must be very tired from traveling all the way, I will take you there to rest first."

The old butler looked worriedly at Qi Yuan who was standing there with his eyes closed. He watched the child grow up. He was the youngest among the four brothers.

But he was the first one to leave the palace, and he didn't spend a long time with the empress dowager.

But the Empress Dowager really cared for him, but he suddenly disappeared, how much this happened to him.

But he still went out with Shen Yanhuan and the others. Of course he knew that it would be useless to stand here for a long time, and the only one who could persuade him now was probably this child.

"Little boy..."

"Uncle Zhao, I know what you want to say." Shen Yan smiled happily, "But I won't try to persuade him that things have passed or something. Some people seem to think that everything is easy to pass, but How could it be so easy?"

Shen Yanhuan said: "It's good to cry, everyone has the right to cry."

When Shen Yanhuan came back, the people in the room remained motionless in the posture when he left, clutching the package tightly in their hands.

"Qi Yuan, open your eyes."

"Do not……"

"You open your eyes and look at me, or I'm going to kiss you."

……

Seeing that he was silent, Shen Yanhuan took a deep breath, leaned up to hug his head and gnawed on it.

Something salty slipped into the mouths of the two of them along the crack of their lips, and a long sigh escaped from between the lips and teeth.

Shen Yanhuan hugged him tightly, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I can't see anything with my eyes closed..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was blocked again. Qi Yuan seemed to have lost his restraint this time, which made him a little out of breath.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Qi Yuan let him go after a long time, covered his eyes and said helplessly, "You are really..."

What a genius at tapping into his emotions.

"Uncle Zhao, Uncle Zhao said that a hundred or so soldiers are stationed at the foot of the mountain, and if there is any change, they will come to us soon."

Qi Yuan gave an "um" and his eyes lingered on the package in his hand.

As if he had made a great determination, he slowly unwrapped the outer layer of fabric to reveal the contents inside.

A fox fur cloak, which he and his elder brothers used to have every year, because they had been growing and getting taller every year, the old lady would make a new one for them every year, and then they Gradually grew up, but the habit of the old lady is still retained.

The other is a red soft fur cloak, which looks smaller and should have been made for Shen Yanhuan. When these two items were taken out, a cloak with the word "Ping An" engraved on it was revealed. Here comes the amulet.

The old queen believed this, but she didn't know that she asked for it from that temple along the way.

Qi Yuan took the amulet, warmed it in his hands, and hung it around Shen Yanhuan's neck. If he could really protect one person, "I hope my Yanyan will always be safe."

"But, Grandma Huang gave it to you..." Shen Yanhuan was about to pick it off, but was stopped by Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan said: "We cultivators don't believe in this, and we bring nondescript things. If the Buddha has a spirit, I hope he can protect you."

"Grandma Huang must think so too."

When they finally opened the door and went out, Hong Ling was already about to fall asleep in the yard. Although the New Year was approaching, spring was not far away.

But it was still cold in the mountains, the little girl's nose and ears were red from the cold, she sniffed her nose and rubbed her hands against the hot air.

Xiao Huishou was squatting next to her, holding a small stick and seriously drawing something on the ground. From time to time, she would raise her head to explain a few words, and ask for a compliment by the way.

But how much Hong Ling listened to is unknown.

"Hey, you've come out! Are you... all right?" Hong Ling stood up from the stone steps, looked at the faces of the two of them and asked.