Chapter 73 Winter News

The wild is depressed,

A good and beautiful man turns into a black scorched corpse!

tangled...

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"Well, even if Tang Lin is a simple girl," the emperor's uncle touched my head: "But once she has a family that is not simple, I'm afraid it will be difficult to be a blank piece of paper!"

"No, she is different..."

"How is it different?" The emperor's uncle leaned over to me and lowered his voice to the lowest: "So, come to tell me, which one does Princess Chang'an know of a specific pattern?"

I suddenly looked up and looked at him in surprise.

The emperor's uncle seemed to have expected my reaction and sat there quietly, allowing me to look at it.

Tanglin, do you have such a scheming?

Who should I trust?

Also, the "national vein" that my mother asked me to remember is a very serious thing. Why is there no historical record?

For a while, my mind turned a thousand times.

"Youyou, do you want to know... what that pattern is?"

"You..."

"Unfortunately, I can't tell you for the time being. Because the secret of this pattern is more secret than the secret of the 'saint', not to mention that others, even in the royal family, only the person concerned are qualified to know. He suddenly approached and opened his lips silently: "The ancestors have orders. About the 'national vein', it can only be passed on orally, and there is only one person who knows, that is, the king of each generation!"

I bit my lower lip: "Well, how can she..."

Mentioning A Niang, he sat back on the edge of the couch.

A burst of laughter sounded. He was laughing, but he laughed like a sigh, and his voice was very low.

In a moment, he looked over firmly and grabbed my hand: "The emperor told her about this matter, and she passed on this picture to you. In the final analysis, it was just a heart to protect the father."

"Protect the hemp?" The woman in my memory who was pale and very disgusted with me was actually protecting her, teaching me how to believe it?

I sneered, but the hand I wanted to pull back was tightly held by the emperor's uncle and couldn't move.

"Aji, she was also poisoned... just like me!"

In an all moment, I forgot the action.

There was already a haze in his pupils. I heard the low and distant voice continue to say, "I promised her to go to Huangquan, but in the end, I retreated. When she put the medicine given by Dr. Huang on the ground in front of me, I got angry with her for the first time. Later..."

He frowned and seemed to think of something very painful. After several struggles, he squeezed out his voice: "After that, she and Han Qing... actually had you! Hearing that she was in labor, I rushed to Ruyang day and night. At that time, she had been having a difficult time to give birth for three days and was dying on the couch. It was me who insisted on accompanying her to give birth to you in the blood room. Your name was also given by herself, which means 'Don't go, don't think about me'..." [Note: Don't go, don't go, don't think about me. It is a sentence in Poetry • Qifeng • Final Wind, which can be interpreted as the feeling of missing]

This was the first taboo past between the emperor's uncle and my mother. I noticed that his knees had been shaking slightly, and my hand, which was saved in the palm of his hand, had long been covered with sweat.

There seemed to be snow outside again, hitting the window, making a rattling sound. A gust of wind surged in, and the only candlelight left in the hall was pulled and twisted. Finally, with a "zi" sound, the core was extinguished, and only a long green smoke was quietly wrapped around.

He said a lot that day,

"Son, she loves you!"

"That picture is your amulet..."

"I'm not the only one who knows that you have this picture!"

"It also includes Duguhong..."

I grabbed the tight sheets and opened my mouth, but my words were stuck in my throat. He didn't say more, but just looked at me with pity: "Youyou, it's hard to find a truly impurity-inated relationship in the royal family!"

Finally, he told me to stay out of the matter and have his own arrangements. He also said that he would personally host a grand ceremony for me after the event.

Is it finished? What's the end?

All of them want me to relax. I still remember that when Duguhong left in a daze, he also explained in my ear like this, but how can I be relieved?

I have no idea what these two men who are most important in my life will do.

The secret door of Huanxi Hall has long been locked by spiritual practice. Now, except for the star news brought back by Lan Ying and others during their daily use, I am almost isolated from the outside world.

I tried to dress up with Lan Ying, but before I stepped out of the gate, I was blocked by the black-faced guard;

I also tried to make an accident and wanted to escape from the chaos. Unexpectedly, no matter what happened, there were always two people on duty at the door... Finally, I simply ran to the door of the palace, trying to rampage in the name of the princess. As a result, they ignored it at all and answered me lightly: "Your Majesty has a purpose, Huanxi Hall, You are not allowed to go in or out without a holy order. If there is any violation, beheaded first and then play.

Later, even the daily use did not need the palace attendant to go out to get it, and sent someone directly to the door of the palace.

I finally realized that they had the intention to banish me from this fight.

Who loses and who wins between them? If you lose, the price will be...

In order to stop the crazy speculation, I began to copy books to divert my attention.

Such a day lasted for almost a month, just copying books, constantly copying, over and over again, almost to the extent that they had gone crazy.

Xiuxiu complained to me that 'it is rumored that Princess Chang'an is terminally ill and can't get in. I only listen to it as a joke from others, and I don't think it's.

I forced myself not to think, but it turned out that I ignored the strange things around me. For example, why did Lan Ying no longer persuade me to rest, but collected more books? In addition, Xia Wei, who had been asking me to walk in the yard, suddenly changed her words and said that it was snowy and cold and it was not appropriate to go out...

I remember that day was particularly gloomy, and the wind kept blowing outside, blowing thin branches and leaving black spots on the paper window, which made people feel particularly anxious.

At that time, I was grinding ink, and a woman with scattered hair and undressed suddenly broke in, which scared me.

Then, Lan Ying and the others chased her with a frightened face, grabbed the woman and dragged her out.

"Let go, let go of this palace..." The woman shouted as hard as she could. Although her mouth was not very clear, I heard her voice. It turned out to be Wang Fu?

The more shocked I became, and there was a very bad feeling that began to gnaw in my heart.

"What the hell is going on? What's wrong with her?"

"No, Princess Leyao, she is sick, don't worry!" Xiuxiu tried to break Wang Fu's finger on the door.

No! Very wrong!

"You let her go!"

I shouted, but no one responded.

So I overturned a few, and the stacked books landed on the ground. This huge sound finally shocked several people, and Wang Fu took the opportunity to escape and ran towards me.

I stepped back a few steps and looked at her in surprise. Unexpectedly, she knelt in front of me.

"You?"

"Please, Han You, Sister You, return Ah Hong back! Whether Tanglin or you, he can be with anyone he wants to be with. I swear, I will never be jealous or interfere with it in the future. As long as I can look at him from afar, it's really true! I, I kowtowed to you..." She kowtowed incoherently and kowtowed "bang" on the ground.

I was stunned by her, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Princess, princess, don't pay attention to it. She's crazy. She's talking all crazy!"

I protected Wang Fu behind me and prevented Lan Ying from coming to take her away.

turned around and asked again, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Wang Fu looked up, wiped her dirty face, leaned forward, and suddenly grabbed my skirt: "What can you do? He, they all said, dead, dead..."

It seemed that I was hit hard by a huge stuffy, which made my soul fly away, leaving only a cold and trembling body frozen on the spot, and I couldn't move at all.

"Who, they said who died?"

"Ah Hong," Wang Fu sneered, "He is not dead, he is just hidden by you, right? I said for no reason. How can the prison walk? They carried out a carbon-black scorched corpse and said it was him. How could it be? How can you dare to say that the evidence is conclusive?

"You, him, who are they?"

"They?" Wang Fu grabbed his head and said, "They are my father, medical officers, and those guards and palace people... They all said that Duguhong died..."

"P..." I slapped her in the face: "Bah, you madman, be sober and talk nonsense!"

Then,

I looked at Lan Ying, and then turned to Xiuxiu, and Xia Wei. Looking around for a week, no one said anything. Those eyes were either compassionate, hesitant, or worried... but they did not deny it.

In an hour, everything became so quiet, and the snow outside was a little bigger, otherwise why was it so harsh to beat the window lattice...

It seemed that someone was shaking me in the haze, but I couldn't open my eyes and suddenly collapsed, and my eyes were full of wet blood.