The Prequel of Baolian Lantern Konghouyin

"Won't the fourth princess go with us?" Yang Jian asked.

Ting Xin shook her head: "I still have military affairs in my camp, so I can't leave for a long time." She just turned around to leave, then frowned and said, "It's true that Ao Qi was a naughty young man, but over the years, I have also heard that he studied Cultivate your energy and change your mind. This case, Zhenjun, please consider it carefully." Ting Xin said that he clasped his fists and bowed, and went away without waiting for Yang Jian's answer.

Cun Xin saw that Yang Jian was looking at the direction she was going, but only pondered, so she said softly beside her: "The fourth sister doesn't go to see Ao Qi, of course she has her reasons." Seeing Yang Jian's surprise, the third princess sighed: "This Ao Qi is born very Like a person, Fourth Sister had fallen in love with that person in the past, but his fate was unlucky, and in the end he missed Fourth Sister, and this has become Fourth Sister's lifelong regret."

"Is it?"

"You don't believe me?" Cun Xin said with a smile, "The things about the fourth sister's early years are so wonderful that they can be written into a book." Cun Xin instantly forgot what he was going to say.The sea breeze brushed past her ears, soaking into her dark long hair with salty moisture, and the hair fluttered lightly on Yang Jian's shoulders.

Yang Jian raised his hand, wanting to stroke Cun Xin's temple hair, but Cun Xin took his big hand and pressed it gently on his cheek.Yang Jia Erlang couldn't bear it any longer, retracted his long arms, and hugged the dragon girl into his arms.

It was already three o'clock at night, and the moonlight was like a pale golden tulle, floating on the silver beach.The tide is light, forming a white line at the end of the sea that can be seen in the distance, slowly pushing towards the shore, as soft as if afraid of waking up the reflection of starlight sleeping in the flowing waves.The sky in the twilight is like a huge cyan curtain, covering the four poles of the sea. Occasionally, a meteor breaks through the quiet night sky, splashing like water splashes from the vast Milky Way, and falling down silently.

Cun Xin's chin rested on Yang Jian's shoulder armor, and the cold shoulder swallowing beast made her ache.She just twisted her neck, Yang Jian felt it immediately, quickly removed the armor, changed into a black uniform, smiled apologetically, and was about to speak, but Cun Xin murmured: "Don't blame my father."

"Your father said something," Yang Jian said with a smile, "He said that if I had such a daughter, I would understand his feelings."

Cun Xin raised her head and looked into his deep pupils shining with bright starlight.Her big round eyes like a deer blinked for a moment, and suddenly she smiled slightly: "Look at the way you treat your third sister, if you have a daughter, I'm afraid it will be more domineering than my father."

Yang Jian's pretty lips curled up, as if he had heard the sweetest words in the world, from the tip of his eyebrows to the corners of his eyes, it was full of tenderness like spring water. "Yes." He said softly, his tone was like the breeze blowing in April, with a sense of warmth in the coolness.

"Yan Lai's clouds and trees are cold, and Fuchun's smoke is level." The Fuchun River in winter is quiet and serene. The river is like a mirror. A grand landscape scroll.In the thin morning fog, fishing boats moored faintly between the islands and the islands. The lights on the boats were flickering, illuminating the icy river water for fishermen.

"I didn't expect the Qiantang Dragon Palace to be under the Fuchun River." Cun Xin took Yang Jian's hand and looked down at the river from above the clouds.

"Fuchun River and Qiantang River are in the same place. Counting from Xin'an River in the north, they stretch for thousands of miles. The section that flows through Fuyang in Tonglu is called Fuchun River, and it is called Qiantang River since Qiantang County." Yang Jian said with one end stretched out. Hold Cun Xin's shoulders, lest she accidentally fall from the clouds.

Cun Xin let out an "oh", and as if suddenly remembered something, she turned her head and asked, "Wouldn't it be a good idea to take me with you when you're investigating the case?"

Yang Jian smiled: "Zuo is just your dragon family's business, with you around, I feel more at ease."

The two pressed down their heads and found the entrance of the Dragon Palace from under the gourd waterfall in Qililong. As soon as they entered the water curtain, crabs on duty flew in to report that the Taoist god descended, and Ao Qi was so panicked that he didn't even take off his mourning shirt In exchange, Ma Guan came out with his stick on his feet, and when he saw Yang Jian, he immediately bowed to the ground, saying "neglect" repeatedly in his mouth, and let the two of them enter the Muyuan Palace to take the seat.

Yang Jian clasped the tea bowl in his hand, and quietly looked at the prince of Qiantang.Ao Qi has an ordinary appearance, a pair of eyebrows are very light, gently raised to sweep into the temples, his eyes are red and swollen, his face is pale, there are some thin pockmarks on the edge of his nose, and his stature is not tall, but his back is very straight , although it is not annoying at first sight, it is not very pleasing either.

Yang Jian glanced at Cun Xin who was sitting upright, seeing that she was also looking at Ao Qi, he couldn't help laughing inwardly - Cun Xin boasted all day long that "the dragon family is so beautiful", but today this serious son of Qian Tang was born so ugly, Cun Xin saw her , presumably also slander.Just thinking about it, the dragon girl glanced sideways and was facing Yang Jian. Xiansheng Zhenjun hurriedly turned his eyes away, coughed lightly and said: "I used to have a relationship with your father several times in the past, but unexpectedly he was so young. passed away, so I came here to pay homage to the spirit."

When Ao Qi heard him mention his father, he quickly stood up, cupped his fists and said, "When my father was here, he mentioned the kindness of the true king to me many times. I thought that there was nothing I could repay. I just asked Xiaolong to remember it and dare not forget it. " He gave up his hand and said again: "Since Zhenjun is here to pay tribute to the mourning, please follow me to lay incense in front of my father's spirit."

Yang Jian also got up with Cun Xin, led by Ao Qi, came to the mourning hall, cleaned his hands in front of the Zi Palace, and placed three pillars of incense. After the questioning and answering ceremony, Ao Qi, who was kneeling on the left side of the coffin, stood Standing up, he gave another salute and said, "Please go to the study to drink tea and talk." As he said, he ordered people to remove the filial obedience, and then whispered to the human: "Add one more candle tonight, I want to copy the scriptures here. "

So Ao Qi accompanied Yang Jian and Cun Xin back to Muyuan Palace's study room, where the host and guest took their seats.Yang Jian took a sip of tea and said, "I heard that your father is famous for his calligraphy. Unfortunately, I didn't know your father for a long time. It is a great regret in my life that I can't see it. Do you have any calligraphy in your palace? Can you lend me to read it? "

Ao Qi blushed when she heard this, leaned down in the seat and said: "It's unfortunate that Zhenjun came, if I borrow something else, I will offer it with both hands, but this is really embarrassing for me. To be honest Jun said, Jia Yan’s posthumous works have been..." He seemed to have a bitter olive in his mouth, he could not swallow or spit it out, he paused for a while before saying: "It has all been destroyed by fire."

"Oh?" Yang Jian's voice was not high, and he quickly glanced at Ao Qi, only to see that he seemed to have something to hide, so he asked: "Is it an accident?"

Na Ao Qi pursed her lips, and said after a while: "Zhenjun and Jiayan are old friends, so it is natural to know that after the death of his first mother, he took another wife, surnamed He, from Taihu Lake..." He glanced Glancing at Yang Jian, he saw that Xiansheng Zhenjun's face was calm, with an expression of waiting for him to continue, and then said: "My stepmother is very weird. After Jia Yan passed away, she said that my father has always kept a low profile. I don’t want to pass down every single word to future generations, so the will tells her to burn the calligraphy and paintings, leaving no paper. Because she is a stepmother, I dare not disobey, so I have to follow her.”

"Do you know where Mrs. He is?"

Ao Qi looked at Yang Jian in surprise. The god didn't ask if Mrs. He was in the Dragon Palace, but asked if he knew her whereabouts. That is to say, Yang Jian already knew that Mrs. He was not here.He thought for a moment, stood up and bowed: "The True Monarch is here not just for the legacy of his father, right?"