023 Princess Jing

"This Princess Jing is really too much!" Hongyu complained angrily to the master, "It's just that the prince recently gave her a few good faces, and she really thought she had flown to the sky!"

"Red silk, what I have to deal with now is not this princess outside the palace, but the one in the Hehuan Hall." Concubine Yan smiled gloomyly, "Let Murong Xueyan look angry for another two days, and wait until I clean up the people who should be cleaned up first."

"Yes." Hongqi restrained his anger and said, "Mother, I have a lot of words. Damn it, maidservant."

"You haven't followed me for a day or two. Don't I know what you are thinking?" Concubine Yan said, frowned and asked, "How are things going outside the palace?"

"Nangong Ming has helped the Empress characterize a man, and he will be sent to the palace one day." Hong Yan laughed.

"Mother, my maidservant has also said hello to me, and the procedure that this man should take when he comes in will not be less." Ogawako bent down to meet the road.

"Ogawako, you made the idea at the beginning. I told you that if this doesn't work, you will have to move your head." Concubine Yan warned while continuing to move forward.

When Murong Xueyan took Nangongyi's hand through the imperial garden, when she passed the imperial street, she met the imperial concubine Yan head-on.

Uh... What's the name of a word? The enemy's road is narrow! Looking at the situation of her and Yan Guifei now, it's good to have a Nangong Yi!

Uh... What's the name of it? Meet bravely on the narrow road! The so-called brave should be bold, careful and thick-skinned...

"See the noble concubine!" As soon as Nangong Yi saw the noble concubine Yan, he let go of Murong Xueyan's hand and pressed her. The two bowed at the same time.

"Falen." Noble Concubine Yan smiled calmly and was not inferior to the imperial concubine at all.

"Thank you, Lady!" Murong Xueyan rushed to the front and replied crisply.

Concubine Yan seemed to have seen no one. She smiled at Nangong Yi and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you okay?"

"I... have always been good." Nangong Yi smiled so naturally.

"She..." Pointing to Murong Xueyan for a long time, Yan Guifei still couldn't speak.

"Your Majesty, haven't you forgotten that the Empress Dowager has something important to discuss with you!" Murong Xueyan pulled Nangong Yi back and forced him to go in the direction of Changxin Palace. This schemable noble concubine can't be compared with the previous Eastern Wei princess.

dragged Nangong Yi far away, so far that he could no longer see the imperial concubine Yan. Nangong Yi suddenly thought of something and asked, "You can tolerate the Lord Qionghua to say goodbye to me, why can't you tolerate Yuner..."

"Do you really want me to tell the truth?" Murong Xueyan turned her face and looked at him.

He nodded as an answer.

"They are two different people at all. Although Princess Qionghua is arrogant, she is upright and kind. As for the imperial concubine, what kind of person she is? I have learned many times, and this time I won't comment on it. Murong Xueyan described it in a roundabout way.

If it had been in the past, she would have used all the words she knew to hurt the noble concubine Yan. But this time... Today is different from the past. She knows that she should take care of Nangong Yi's feelings, especially not to embarrass him for other people, even if "other people" include Yan Guifei. Only by taking a step back in this way can their marriage last longer.

Although, she is not really willing to do so.

Love is actually such a humble thing. Because to maintain love, you have to go against your will and do what you don't want to do.

When she was reborn in this era, she told herself to stay away from love and put an end to love.

It's a pity...

God is not as good as people. Once you continue to talk, you will never look back. Or, she should be glad for herself. She hasn't reached the point where she even forgets herself.

When standing among the group to bid farewell to Princess Qionghua, Murong Xueyan saw that Princess Qionghua gave her a kind smile.

When they first met in front of the hall, she didn't think that in just a few days, they would have such a big change in their impression of each other...

The same age, the same pride, this may be one of the reasons why she is willing to help Princess Qionghua.

She has to admit that the moment she saw Nangong Yi hugging Princess Qionghua, there was a sour feeling in her heart... It was similar to vinegar...

He later told her that it was just a parting hug.

Farewell. Cherish it. There will be no future. Princess Qionghua went back to the Eastern Wei Dynasty, but soon she wanted to marry the Western Song Dynasty.

On the way back to the royal palace, she asked Nangongyi about the historical pattern of this era.

"The current trend in the world is four-pointed." Nangong Yiwei explained, "In terms of the orientation of our Daqi, the adjacent one in the east is also the Eastern Wei Dynasty; the one in the west is the Western Song Dynasty. South Vietnam, adjacent to Eastern Wei, is located in the far south. The four countries came to coexist peacefully. Because we, Daqi, helped the Eastern Wei calm down the civil strife, so the Eastern Wei subdued to us for many years.

"So, what are the characteristics of each country?" Murong Xueyan asked curiously again.

"I am Shangwu in the Qi Dynasty, and the Eastern Wei Dynasty pays attention to the economy. The Western Song Dynasty is not as good as the Great Qi Dynasty, and the text is not as good as the Eastern Wei Dynasty; and South Vietnam." Nangong Yi smiled and said, "In terms of national strength, South Vietnam is the weakest and is known as the 'land of barbarians'."

Murong Xueyan smiled. Under the simple words of Nangong Yi, she had a vague understanding of the current situation of the world.

The matter of Princess Qionghua came to an end, and the life between Murong Xueyan and Nangong Yi was calm again.

The piano is in the imperial court, and it's good to be quiet--

He will take her to taste tea and play with her;

He will sit aside by herself, let her draw, criticize her painting skills when her painting is finished, and then treasure the painting;

He will take her to walk slowly in the back garden of the royal palace, and the two of them will hold hands; occasionally the two will run all the time, as happy as a pair of children;

He will pester her, "force" her to cook for herself, and then use all the delicious food she has made with her own hands with a sense of enjoyment;

... Happiness is a bit of integration into life. Gradually, it becomes a sea of vicissitudes.

One day, after eating breakfast, Murong Xueyan was planning to go to the winery. When she passed Nangongyi's study, she suddenly noticed that there was someone inside. - At that time, Nangongyi had gone to the court. According to reason, there should be no talent in the study. She poked her head in for a long time and faintly saw that Nan Gongming, the housekeeper of the royal palace, was saying something to a servant. Because it was too far away, she couldn't see the little boy's appearance clearly. She only felt very beautiful. She had never seen him before.

She doesn't like Nangong Ming. At the beginning, the real Murong Xueyan would be wronged and died. She had always suspected that she had a lot to do with Nangong Ming, who was a housekeeper. After she was reborn, she came to the royal palace after recovering from her injury and tried to negotiate with Nangong Yi about the withdrawal of marriage, but she was closed because of Nangong Ming. This stubborn, shrewd, and cunning middle-aged man with a trace of imperceptible cunning, if it hadn't been for Nangong Yi's always respect for him and calling him "Uncle Ming", she would not even be happy to take care of him.

"Lu Yong, after entering, be careful of yourself. Act according to the plan. Go in... Where did you go in? Plan...what plan?

Murong Xueyan was suspicious, but it was inconvenient to ask what was going on, and she didn't want to be discovered by Nangong Ming, and the tunnel quietly slipped away.

She dares to be sure that there must be something wrong with Nangong Ming's behavior today.

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"Did people get in?" Concubine Yan teased the baby in her arms and seemed to ask inadvertently.

"I have acted according to the plan. Everything is going very well." A shrewd light flashed in Ogawa's eyes.

"Your Majesty, the little prince is getting more and more cute. Look, these black and bright eyes are just like you." The red silk smiled with a funny smile.

The little prince is four months old. His hair is as dark as ink, his eyes are as shiny as black grapes, his pink face is made of jade, and his hands and feet like snow lotus are very cute. Yan Guifei hugged the child and looked away from his little face, thinking about whether the child looked more like herself or the emperor.

When she saw an inconspicuous small mole on the left side of the child's straight nose, the face of the border city suddenly flashed in her mind.

There was also such a mole on the left side of the nose of the border city. It was just a knife wound during a fight, and the mole was also cut off...

Is it...

The scene of the spring breeze with the border city on that day appeared in front of my eyes...

That time, it was to instruct him to kill Murong Xueyan, so she used her own body as a reward for him...

The good news was discovered a month later.

This...

Is it a coincidence or this child? ......

She looked at the child again and again, trying to find the mark of the border city or Beitanghao. However, the child is too young to see what traces his appearance has inherited from his parents. Maybe it's psychological. The more she looks at the child, the more she feels that he looks like a border city.

The eyebrows of the border city! The eyes of the border city! The mole in the border city! ......

She seemed to see that the soul of the border city was hidden in an invisible place and laughed at her. She seemed to hear him say to her proudly, "Look, this is my child, it's mine!" If you dare to kill me, I will let you keep my shadow by your side forever! My shadow!"

Concubine Yan's ears were filled with the voice of the border city. In front of her was his ferocious face before he died, and there were purple and black blood on the corners of her mouth... She was tortured to be insane and shouted like a madman: "No... Go away! Go away!"

The child was frightened and cried loudly. The wet nurse saw that the machine was fast, quickly approached a few steps forward, and quickly took the child, so as to avoid the fate of the child being thrown to the ground by his mother.

"Mother, what's wrong with you? Mother?" Hongqi was shocked by the abnormal appearance of her mother-in-law and hurriedly supported the unstable concubine Yan.

"I'm fine." Concubine Yan returned to normal and looked calm.

In this border city, when he was alive, he was played by her. What's more, he was dead, just a nameless wild ghost!