The Prequel of Baolian Lantern Konghouyin

Cun Xin supported Yang Jian's shoulders, and let him put herself down slowly.The man's straight nose approached slowly, and the warm candlelight cast an orange glow on his side face. Between the thick eyebrows was a shallow pattern of Sichuan characters. The mark that people often have.Cun Xin stretched out her thumb to press it, rubbed it with a little force, and sighed: "There are so many papers on the water system in the world, piled up, they can bury you."

Xiansheng Zhenjun smiled: "This is just approved and has not yet been sent back to the original composer. The copied copy is stored in the Fanglue library. If this chapter written over the years is placed here with me, it will really bury the temple. It's gone." He turned around, trapped Cun Xin between himself and the huge bookshelf, supported the shelf with one arm, and put the other arm behind her, and said softly: "This indigo color is good for filial piety. Wearing it makes you look too pale."

Cun Xin looked down at her body and said, "I think it's not easy to dress too festively when someone is in mourning."

"It's better to use shark hair."

"Yeah." Cun Xin responded, suddenly realized what he was talking about, blushed and said angrily, "Didn't you send all my clothes back then? Why did you only keep that one?"

"At that time, I didn't know that spring was priceless, and it was difficult to find it again. It was the most unforgettable thing. It was full of silk, and the fragrance of brocade was heavy."

"You are really..." Long Nu's heart skipped a beat, and the hand on Yang Jian's chest clenched into a fist, but she didn't punch it down.Yang Jian grabbed her catkin, moved it to his lips and kissed it lightly, and said reluctantly: "Look at the handwriting, it's not good to delay for too long."

"This font is wrong!" Cun Xin excitedly opened the notebook, and when she saw the neat small script on it, she immediately felt discouraged like a puffer fish. Yang Jian, who casually threw the book aside, sat down in front of the dressing table and sulked.

Xiansheng Zhenjun was not discouraged, he brought this statement with him, put it together with the fighting party and the will, lined up three in a row on the note, and studied the meaning of the pen carefully.After a while, he withdrew back, stretched out his hand to take a few books from the shelf, and flipped through them. As soon as he opened them, he leaned against the small table next to the case, and sighed: "It was my negligence, Mr. Qiantang was imprisoned in Taihu Lake. Afterwards, it was Ao Qi who took charge of all the affairs of the Dragon Palace, and all the official documents were written by him. After being pardoned, Ao Cong also reported his illness, and always only dictated matters, which were transcribed by Ao Qi and sealed with his Dragon Palace seal." He said Pinching the bridge of his nose, he raised his face and said: "Only this chapter to celebrate the birthday of His Majesty and Empress must be written by himself, but there are all of them in Tianshicheng. If you want to check it, you need to request a decree..."

"I can't ask for an order!" Cun Xin said anxiously, "If the two palaces know about it, we can't hide it. In the end, either Ao Qi or Ao Qiong will suffer, no matter which one, Lord Qiantang's ghost will not live in peace."

"Then we can only go to the East China Sea."

"Wait," Cun Xin seemed to think of something, got up and said, "Ao Xiang said that when she and Liu Yi got married, Mr. Qiantang was the officiant, and the marriage letter must be written by him himself. The memorial can be written by a ghost, and the marriage letter will never invite a gunman Bar?"

"Liu Yi went to get the marriage certificate." Ao Xiang served tea for Cun Xin and Yang Jian, took a cup and sat down and said, "I said earlier that you want to read uncle's handwriting. I have a lot of them here. My handwriting is all imitated from his practice." of it."

"So, the princess is quite familiar with Mr. Qiantang's handwriting?" Yang Jian couldn't help but fell in love when he heard the word "imitation".

"Although my uncle's handwriting is not the perfect work, it is also a temporary choice. The younger sons and grandsons of our clan will ask him to give some advice." Ao Xiang frowned, "It's just that he cares about others, not home."

"How to say?"

Ao Xiang sighed heavily and said: "Speaking of which, I blame me too. My uncle was suppressed under Taihu Lake for 300 years because of me, and Ao Qi was alone in Qiantang, and he developed a surly temper, and no one could control him. Later Uncle returned home after being pardoned. Although he was quite dissatisfied with Ao Qi, he felt that he had lost his mother since he was young, and that he had lost his father's discipline in the middle way, so he felt very ashamed and didn't want to be too strict with him. Age, still in the prime of life, should not die young, this time I can't afford to be ill, it is more or less a matter of depression in my heart..."

Just as he was talking, Liu Yi hurried in with a red wedding invitation in his arms. He didn't care about greetings as soon as he entered, and presented the marriage book to Yang Jian to read.Yang Jian frowned for a moment, then suddenly got up and shouted: "Not good!" After saying that, he walked away.

When Yang Jian arrived, the Dragon Palace in Qiantang was already in chaos. When Bai Yuchangshi saw the judicial god coming, he hurriedly took off his filial hat and saluted: "The god came just in time, and there is no place to scratch me here. When you come, we will I have a backbone."

"Where is the eldest prince?"

Upon hearing this, Chang Shi said with a mournful face: "Our Highness was fine yesterday, but in the evening, he felt a pain in his chest for some reason, so he hurriedly asked the pharmacist to come and see him, but unexpectedly, before the pharmacist arrived, he had... ..”

"Did you report to the East China Sea?"

"Going back to the God of God, I'm in a hurry, and I haven't had time yet." The filial hat in the Chang Shi's hand was crumpled into a ball, and his five sense organs were almost crowded together with worry. Lord Qiantang's father and son died of illness one after another, and he himself was full of fear.

"Yang Jian," Cun Xin interjected later, "Fourth Sister, I'll go and talk."

The fourth princess came very quickly, she almost staggered and ran in, if Cun Xin didn't hold her back, the flat carpet almost tripped her up.As soon as he entered the main hall of Muyuan Palace, Ting Xin passed Yang Jian, went straight to Bai Yu Changshi, grabbed his wrist and shouted: "Tell me, what's wrong with Ao Qi?"

The long history was held tightly by her, and she didn't dare to break free, so she could only avoid her eyes and said nonuo: "Fourth princess, our eldest prince... died last night."

"You lied to me!" Ting Xin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand and slapped him on the cheek, pushing the long history far away, but she didn't seem to notice it, and said to herself: "Impossible ...He is less than a thousand years old, how could..."

Cun Xin was about to go up to persuade him, but Ting Xin took a deep breath and had already returned to normal, went to the side of Bai Yu Changshi to help him up, then bowed to him and said: "I was reckless, please don't drive me." Strange."

White Sturgeon Chang Shi couldn't help Ting Xin being so humble, and quickly returned the courtesy: "What did the fourth princess say, you are also in a hurry..."

Ting Xin raised her hand to stop him, and said calmly, "Where is the body? Take me there."

"Fourth Sister," Cun Xin grabbed her, "You better not..."

"Don't worry." Listening to my heart without turning back, while gesturing to the White Sturgeon to avoid courtesy, he asked softly: "Have you informed your mistress?"

The Chang Shi shook his head and said: "The lower officials don't know where the mistress is, so they haven't sent anyone to look for it yet." After hearing nothing, the fourth princess turned to Yang Jian and said, "You don't want to go and see with me?"

There was no expression on Xiansheng Zhenjun's face: "I have already checked." He paused and said, "Madam He, I will send someone to invite you."

Ting Xin nodded, turned around, looked at the white gauze tents filled with spiritual streamers, the paper flowers swaying on the walls, and the dazzling, thousands of rustling gold foil and silver ingots, as if she had made up her mind , and walked towards the inner room.