271 night attack on the royal palace

Since she met Fu Yuanshan in Tian prison, she has another serious illness. Most of the time she has been sleeping, dreaming one after another. Sometimes she can't tell what a dream is and what reality is.

She dreamed of Gu Haoxuan, dreamed of his smile, dreamed of his anger, and woke up when he splashed blood all over...

She dreamed of Xiaocang Peng, dreamed that he sweetly called herself "Sister Xueyan", dreamed that he sang and danced "Three Bears", dreamed that he caught the little spider for himself, and dreamed that he secretly hid New Year's money under his pillow... When she woke up, tears were wet on the pillow.

In this way, she entered the winter. After the first snow in Jingkang's six years, she was reluctant to walk down to Beihua Garden, which is the closest to Huanyuexuan, where she now lives.

The Guangling Palace decorated with thin snow is like a fairyland, which will also give you a sense of forgetfulness, but it won't last long, because...

"The prince asked the girl to go back to rest as soon as possible. It's cold outside. Be careful not to get cold again."

The expressions of Bitong and early summer are a little strange.

It's not that she doesn't understand, she just pretends not to see.

She mentioned to Yuwen Zichen that she wanted to leave the royal palace.

Yuwen Zichen's long fingers rubbed the blue and white jade cup and looked at the silver wrapped outside the window: "If that's the case, I will naturally not keep you when I recover from illness. There is nothing missing in the house. Usually, Li Yan Chuxia will accompany you, and no one else will disturb you.

Realit is that he has never disturbed her. Regarding his whereabouts, Li Yan and Chuxia accidentally mentioned it, which was nothing more than "the prince left the house" and "the prince returned to the house". Sometimes she didn't even mention it for a few days. She inevitably guessed whether he was not in the house, and she could judge whether he was in the house for a long time...

The royal palace is covered with too much mystery because of its owner, and the most thought-provoking thing is how Li Yan and Chuxia will appear in the royal palace.

Bitong is also curious and inevitably asks.

Li Yan pulled the embroidery thread long and said slowly, "I'm just afraid that the big girl will be lonely here..."

Halfway through the words, he looked out of the window: "Someone is looking for me." Then he put on the flower support and went out of the door.

Cheng Xueyan saw a long face, thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a little red lips, which was very beautiful, especially a small red mole under her right lip, which added more style. This person seems to be a little familiar, but I can't remember where I met him for a moment.

Li Yan only said a few words to the man and then entered the door. She laughed and said that the weather was good today. He might as well go out for a walk. "The prince is not in the house, and he is not afraid of being urged."

At this point, I took a good look at Cheng Xueyan.

Cheng Xueyan knew what she meant and only smiled.

The carved railings and jade in Guangling Palace are cold and luxurious. In winter, the flowers withered, and no green pines and cypresses were planted in the house, so it looked a little bleak. However, there is also a unique feature: a wooden house half hanging on the lake. Although the trees on the shore have withered, it is not difficult to imagine the wind when their green leaves flourish. Look at the vines coiled on the trees should be wisteria. When spring, the flowers bloom, like a dream, half covering this unique house, and surrounded by light gauze around, the mantle slowly swinging like a fairyland.

She paid attention to the house for a long time, and heard Chuxia say that it was Feng Yixuan prepared by the prince for the princess...

Before the words fell, Yu Guangzhong saw Li Yan glance at her and warned her, and Chuxia was silent.

So the four of them silently went around the pavilions and their own minds.

It was noon. After accompanying him for a while, he said that he would go to the kitchen for lunch and left first. When he passed a room he had just passed by, he seemed to look inside and looked back at them, but he didn't say anything.

Li Yan was also tired and sighed, "What a long time!"

Then he walked back slowly, passed the house, and looked in the window, with the corners of his lips slightly upturned.

Cheng Xueyan was very strange. When she stepped forward to check what was going on, she was blocked by Li Yan and talked and laughed all the way.

According to reason, Cheng Xueyan did not find anything special about this house, except that she would occasionally see dim lights when she stood at the window in a daze every night when she was sleepless.

But after all, it is the royal palace, and there will always be some unspeakable secrets.

The night is quiet, and I can't sleep again.

I stood in front of the window, thinking that I was doing well recently and didn't need to take medicine. I should say goodbye to Yuwen Zichen, but it seemed that I hadn't seen him for many days. She also did not want to meet him to avoid misunderstanding, and... Although when facing her, his eyes always looked out of the window, his face was calm, but for no reason, it made people feel that he had included in the sight, and no matter where she was, the attention was lingering and uncomfortable.

I want to write a letter, but when I think of traditional Chinese characters... Let Bitong do it for me tomorrow.

I looked out of the window and found that the thought-provoking house in the day was dim.

I looked at it unconsciously for a while, turned off the light and lay **.

Maybe it's because of burning the benzoin, I fell asleep quickly tonight, but once I fell asleep, I began to dream. In the dream, there were shadows running around, unable to see the true face clearly, and from time to time there was the sound of fighting.

She is used to dreaming and knows that it is fake, so part of her mind is trapped in horror and anxiousness, and the other part is standing and watching coldly.

The door was suddenly pushed open and shouted, "Girl, it's not good. Someone attacked the royal palace at night!"

She suddenly sat up and couldn't tell the reality of her dream for a moment, but she saw the fire outside the window shrugging, the blade was sharp, and the voice was noisy.

As soon as she leaned down her foot, she immediately wiped a piece of cold.

In the chaos of firelight, an arrow was standing on the ground, and the arrow feathers trembled slightly.

A gust of wind wrapped in blue screams, and before I could see it clearly, it was wrapped in a cold.

She was about to panic, but she smelled a faint sweet fragrance and suddenly felt at ease.

The cold ball held her and jumped like a fly, but after a while, it stopped.

When she pulled away coldly, she only had time to see a corner of snow-white disappearing at the door. Then, the ground trembled slightly, and the messy fire outside the window gradually rose or even disappeared, and there was a light shock from the top of her head. Finally, everything disappeared, leaving only a little noise from the top... Was she sinking to the ground?

It was dark in front of her. She only took a few steps and knocked something over, and something fell to the ground one after another.

She picked it up and groped for a long time... It's a chain-like thing that can be put on her wrist, cool, soft, and a few pieces of hard embellishment...

The heart is stagnant and picks up the same...the same...

I don't know when the chaos outside stopped. She sat in the dark until the top of her head shook again and the ground trembled slightly again...

A little light hurriedly brushed through the white paper on the window, illuminating the mess in the room again and again.

She sat up straight and looked at the weaving jewelry all over the ground...

The door suddenly opened, and a man in a snow-colored robe appeared by the door.

She watched his dark eyes change from startled, slowly stood up and walked to him: "I want to leave..."

The room is so quiet that even the fragmentary sound outside the window seems to be isolated thousands of miles away.

She stood silently beside him without squinting, but she could still feel that his side's face was getting colder and colder in the light, and her thin lips were as white as a knife.

In a trance, it seemed to return to the flying carriage many years ago. There was a hand, a hand with a crescent-shaped scar, clasped her wrist.

His wrist didn't feel pain, but at this moment he stood with his hands on his hands and was cold.

For a long time, he answered, "Tomorrow."

The sound is so light that it is as light as the dawn light through the window lattice. Although it is a little hesitant, it has to gradually brighten up, because no one can stop the rising sun.

The next day, Cheng Xueyan left the Guangling Palace with Bitong.

Along the way, Bitong was particularly entangled. For a while, she said that there would be several disturbances every year in places like palaces or palaces. When the year came, it would be more serious. It would be better to avoid it early. After a while, she said that she had been disturbing many days and left silently. I don't know if the king of Guangling will be anxious and whether he will send people to look around. It will be more chaotic. As he spoke, he still looked at her.

She didn't understand what she wanted to say, just like she also knew very well that Li Yan called herself to the garden before leaving, looking like she wanted to talk and stop, and finally only sighed... He thought too much, did too much, and gave up too much for you. If you say that there is no fate, you will meet each other, and if you say that there is fate, the timing is always not coincidental. He is also an extremely silent and proud person, just waiting, but you go further and further. Even if you look back later, even if he is still standing still, I'm afraid you can't see it.

Li Yan always says something that people don't understand, but sometimes it's like a prover.

This prover is sad, but it is difficult for her heart to make waves. She is no longer the sad person, that catastrophe... Let's regard it as a catastrophe. It seems that all her blood has been shed and all her heat has been dispersed. Now her heart is still beating, her breathing is still continuing, and she can only be regarded as a living thing. Try to live in the future. Fortunately, with her... ...

She teased the sleeping baby in her arms.

Because of his weakness, the child has been taken care of by the found wet nurse during his time in the royal palace. Now he is white and fat, which is very gratifying.

She named the child Yuer because she got it on a rainy day. There is no object that marks the identity in the child's baby's bedding, and it is also a miserable life, which makes people feel more pity.

She lost a child without perception, but got another one unexpectedly. Who can say that this is not God's will? And the little guy's eyebrows are more and more similar to himself.

Bitong looked at her with joy and sighed, as if to say to herself, "I don't know what to feed her later."

What a word really woke up the dreamer, and Cheng Xueyan also suddenly became worried.

Do you know where they sell milk or goat's milk? Or make some rice soup?"