Xiao Yu's eyelids twitched slightly, and he looked at Xiao Yuwan's calm but still expressionless pretty face in surprise.
But Xiao Yuwan's eyes turned to Pan Duo, who had been standing by submissively.
Her tone was obviously much softer than before, no longer as sharp as a mountain.
"When the consort returns safely, the wife will feel at ease. The land of fireworks and willow alleys is not a place for gentlemen. I hope the consort pours his own wine."
Pan Duo looked ashamed and bowed again.
Xiao Yuwan sighed: "The consort is also tired. You can go back to your room to rest. After five years of marriage, if the consort really feels that he has no feelings for me and the relationship is over, it is not a bad idea to reconcile with me. If we can't live together...then... It would be better to forget each other in the world."
The disappointment and sadness in Xiao Yuwan's words are self-evident.
Xiao Yu was stunned.
Pan Duo fell to his knees on the ground as if he had lost his skeleton.
Xiao Yuwan didn't look at them. She got up from the couch and walked towards the hall door.
When she came to Xiao Yu, she suddenly stopped and said in a deep voice: "Even if you don't say the purpose of Brother Yu's entry into the palace this time, I also know it. Prince Jiangxia is fine now. I believe that he will not survive." How long will it take before you and your son can meet each other?"
After Xiao Yuwan said this, she passed by Xiao Yu and never looked back.
Xiao Yu stood there for a long time, his thoughts disturbed and complicated, like thousands of hemp ropes, getting more and more chaotic.
He glanced at Pan Duo, who was still lying on the ground, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.
He could feel that Pan Duo liked Xiao Yuwan, and Xiao Yuwan was not ruthless to him, but he didn't understand how the relationship between the two developed into such a strange situation step by step.
On weekdays, Prince Consort Pan indulges in the mountains and rivers and takes pleasure in silk, bamboo, gin and wine, but he is not even close to the word "sex". He seems to be uninhibited and open-minded, but in his heart he is also miserable in all kinds of ways, which makes people sigh.
Thinking of this, Xiao Yu wanted to help Pan Duo stand up, but at this moment he heard Pan Duo whisper: "Your Majesty, Duo wants to kneel here for a while longer, please leave first."
He actually called himself the prince and no longer Xiao Dalang.
…
Zhu Yi stepped out of the main entrance of the eldest princess's mansion.
Looking up at the sky, the sun glared at him, making it difficult to keep his eyes open. It was already noon.
He looked around and saw several generals still following him.
He said: "Generals, if the eldest princess wants to lift the order, please take your subordinates back to the camp! I really feel sorry for the brothers after a night of tossing. Please take the time to send some brothers from each camp to come to the official residence to receive some food, wine, and money. , which can be regarded as improving the food for the brothers below."
These generals hurriedly thanked him and also paid a few compliments one after another.
Zhu Yi, however, waved his hands quickly, acting as if he was a member of his family and did not need to see outsiders.
Under the watch of all the generals, Zhu Yi climbed into his carriage.
After closing the car door and sitting down, there was no longer any smile on his originally gentle face.
He couldn't help but yawned loudly. Fatigue and tiredness rushed into his heart at the same time at that moment. His eyelids that had been forced open could no longer hold up.
He leaned on the bench in the car and rested his chin on his hands, about to take a nap.
At this moment, the voice of the steward Cao Chen came from the window.
"Alang, Zhai Wu is back, does Alang want to see him?"
Zhu Yi opened his eyes suddenly, with a fierce look on his face, and said coldly:
"I won't see you here. Let him come to the house later and wait for me in the study."
"Here..."
As Manager Cao left, the carriage started slowly.
Sitting in the carriage to rest was actually not comfortable. Zhu Yi's body swayed slightly with the slight bumps of the carriage, and he soon entered a state of half-asleep and half-awake.
In this state, many things he experienced last night flashed through his mind like a slideshow, intertwined with each other.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Yi felt that his eyelids were still heavy, but he did not fall asleep. His brain was entering an extremely excited state, and many thoughts were naturally summarized in his mind.
I couldn't help but feel a little angry when I thought about how I worked hard all night but got nothing in the end.
The eldest princess's residence was searched carefully from the inside out countless times, even the nooks and crannies where sundries were stored, but the assassin could not be found.
The only harvest was four ordinary night clothes, which should have been worn by assassins.
One piece is behind the rockery in the Beiyuan of the mansion, and the other three pieces are in an unknown flower garden.
After a lot of trouble in the middle of the night, these people disappeared from the world?
What does that mean?
Someone changed their clothes here.
Then who will be the one who changes clothes?
There should be two considerations.
It's nothing more than an assassin who ran in from outside and changed clothes in the house for some unknown reason.
The other is that the assassin comes from within the house.
Think about the teams of Five Guardsmen guarding the four walls of the Princess's Mansion that night. They are all his close relatives and are extremely loyal to him.
These carefully selected elite soldiers did nothing else all night. They just stood shoulder to shoulder and stared at the wall with wide eyes. If someone dared to climb over the wall, wouldn't they know?
But no one so bold as to get over the wall all night long.
That means the assassin is unlikely to escape over the wall after committing the crime.
If you can't get out of the courtyard wall, you must stay in the mansion.
Until noon that day, the investigation inside the courtyard had just ended. At the end of the search, not a single unfamiliar face was seen.
The assassin's investigation scope has been narrowed down to the level of "house thieves".
Isn't there a saying that goes, "It's easy to stop foreign thieves, but hard to guard against domestic thieves"?
But what he didn't understand was that after he reported his thoughts to the eldest princess,
What he got in return was the eldest princess's direct veto.
He did not agree to start the investigation from within the palace, and when he made this request, he had clearly felt that the other party was wary of him.
And the other party immediately proposed to stop the search, remove all the hidden sentry ambushes in the mansion, and restore it to the state before the Tongxiali fire.
Zhu Yi naturally knew what the eldest princess was thinking.
The two represent the two forces within the court, and the overt and covert struggles between them are an open secret of the Da Qi Empire.
Now we can only maintain superficial harmony and peace.
Regarding what happened last night, Zhu Yi had good intentions at first and wanted to use this as an opportunity to ease the relationship with the biggest political enemy in the court.
But in the end it was a hot face but a cold butt.
The eldest princess must have thought that this assassination was a deliberate arrangement by him.
But this time it really wasn't.
He also asked Cao Chen, the steward at home, but the steward who had been helping him do any shady things also denied it. He did not know about this wave of assassins.
In this case, if the matter is not investigated further, he is willing to be at ease, and it will be easy for him to return to the emperor when the time comes.
But for some reason, he still vaguely felt that he had missed something, and two pictures always flashed through his mind.
One is Yang Hua, who is seriously injured and unconscious, and the other is the nursing staff whose heads are missing.
When he thought of this, Zhu Yi felt slightly uneasy again.
Yang Hua was stabbed by a dagger, but the angle of the dagger was extremely abnormal. It was more of a suicide than a homicide. This made Zhu Yi confused.
As for the housekeepers whose heads were missing, there is no doubt that they were murdered. Who could cut off the heads so neatly so easily? Those who can do this are either masters in the martial arts world or those who have been marching and fighting all year round. sergeant.
etc......
Zhu Yi seemed to have a new idea in his mind.
"Have they not lost contact with the Northern Dynasty..."
He thought of those people. Of course, it was all a plot arranged by Manager Cao secretly.
Just thinking that those abandoned children of the Northern Dynasty had not severed contact with their suzerain country, he felt a little uneasy.
Thinking of this, Zhu Yi opened his eyes suddenly, his bloodshot eyes almost protruding from his sockets, and the roots of his teeth were gritted. His knuckles were clenched until they turned white.
They were a group of prairie wolves that no one could control, an uncontrollable force.
Either use them to kill people, or suffer backlash.
The backlash is about to begin.
Zhu Yi's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Those people were originally planning to get rid of them after they were used up.
Can't wait any longer,
Might as well get rid of it now! Avoid future disasters.
Zhu Yi settled this point in his mind, and he felt slightly at ease.
After all, those people are all minions. Who is the person behind those people who really wants Yang Hua to die?
Zhu Yi listed them all in his mind.
Wang Yuanyi of Qinghe, Wang Yuanchen of Guangyang, Wang Yuanyong of Gaoyang, Wang Yuancheng of Rencheng, Liu Teng of Dachangqiu, Chariot General Cui Guang, Huangmen Minister Yuan Shun, leading general Yuan Cha...
Zhu Yi could make a bunch of lists like this. He believed that he had many eyes and ears. If he wanted Yang Hua's life, these people would have motives.
Suddenly another shadow flashed before Zhu Yi's eyes, the dashing woman disguised as a man who sat in Pan Duo's carriage last night.
He seemed to have seen her somewhere,
In the first year of Yongfeng, the year when His Majesty ascended the throne...
He was sent as an envoy to the Northern Dynasty,
Luoyang City, Chongxun Palace,
is her!
Zhu Yi's heart beat wildly, and he slammed one of his hands against the car wall, causing blood to pour from his palm.
The carriage suddenly stopped, and Manager Cao's concerned voice came from the window: "Alang, is there something wrong?"
Zhu Yi was furious: "I want to see Zhai Wu! I want to see him now!"
…
The eldest princess's mansion, Shuiyun Pavilion, and Xianting Xiaozhu.
A ray of sunlight entered the room along the edge of the window and shone on the girl's fair face.
Qingxue just sat in front of the desk with her chin in her hands, tilting her head and looking listlessly out of the window. This sitting seemed like it had been sitting for many years.
The sun was shining brightly outside, a few floating clouds were floating in the blue sky, and a few birds were chirping and flying past her eyes.
Such a peaceful and peaceful scene completely deprived Qingxue of her energy. Her eyes were bloodshot and the tears on her cheeks were still there.
I don't know how long it took before she came back to her senses slightly from her previous daze.
Looking down at the dozen rice papers on the messy table that had been copied from Wang Youjun's calligraphy, she touched them carefully.
The mottled light and shadow reflected on the paper seemed to bring the same temperature as the body temperature of the young prince, warm and reassuring.
He arranged it carefully, but one piece of paper fell from the paper and floated to the ground.
Qingxue bent down and picked up the piece of paper from under the table.
At a glance, the text on the paper was written in a strange way, and it seemed to be the simplified writing method invented by the young prince. The fonts were not arranged vertically, but horizontally from right to left.
The young prince had been able to use this kind of calligraphy a long time ago, but in recent days, he stopped writing it and began to practice copying Wang Youjun's handwriting, and now he has achieved some success.
But I don’t know why he started writing again.
The girl held her chin up and looked at the window, recalling what the young prince did every day.
In her impression, during the time when the young prince was at the eldest princess's residence, in addition to walking in the garden, he often sat here at dusk to practice calligraphy.
Sometimes he would be in a daze, his long eyelashes would blink from time to time, and there always seemed to be something incomprehensible in his eyes.
After being in a daze, he would often pick up his pen immediately and write something on the paper as fast as lightning.
But he never lets others read what he has written.
After he finished writing, he would immediately tear it into pieces.
The things on this piece of paper seemed to have been written yesterday evening, but the young prince was in a hurry to go out and did not destroy it immediately.
After following the young prince for a long time, Qingxue can probably read these words.
She opened her red lips lightly and read out silently.
"The moon is missing and the trees are hanging on the trees"
The leakage breaks people's initial tranquility.
Who sees lonely people walking around alone?
Misty and solitary shadow.
Startled but turned back,
If there is hatred, no one can spare it.
Picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live on them,
The lonely sandbank is cold. "
Qingxue came from a family of officials and had excellent literary accomplishments when she was young.
Before meeting the young prince, he had never seen such a poem, but it was indeed a very beautiful sentence.
And she didn't understand why the young prince would crumble the paper every time he wrote such a beautiful sentence and wouldn't let others read it.
But at this moment, for some reason, her eyes suddenly turned red, and the tears she had shed countless times last night slowly flowed down her smooth cheeks again.
She reread the last sentence: "Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold."
Every time she saw this sentence, she felt an unspeakable sadness in her heart.
She recalled all kinds of past experiences, from being a noble lady from a wealthy family to being sold as a slave. All the unbearable memories she had experienced came back to her mind at that moment.
The best thing for her is the young prince. He will talk to her, smile at her, and take care of her in every possible way. This is something that a maid who has become a slave to sin will not dare to ask for in her life.
And he should also know himself best.
"I picked up all the cold branches and refused to live on them. The lonely sandbank is cold."
Qingxue was horrified and suddenly raised her head, her gentle watery eyes looking at her intently.
She quickly put down the rice paper, calmed down her mood, and made sure that her image in the eyes of the young prince was not too bad.
Xiao Yu walked to the desk and picked up the rice paper with the "strange poem" written on it. He didn't mean to blame Qingxue.
"Like it?"
Qingxue nodded slightly, his eyes still red.
"like."
Xiao Yu smiled lightly: "I don't like it, it's too sad."
"But I wrote it into Qingxue's heart. I... I like it."
"How much I like it."
"I love it so much that I want to cry. It has been written into my heart. The young prince understands me best."
"If you were in that era, you would definitely like that grandpa!"
It was the old grandpa again. Qingxue was surprised. He didn't understand that the young prince often had good words to say, but he never felt complacent about it. He always said that it was done by the old grandpas.
"She also likes this song "Pu Suanzi", but I don't think I like it. But the artistic conception is indeed excellent, and Mr. Su's lyrics are indeed..."
The young prince was saying something that she couldn't understand again. He always said that "she" was very similar to her, so who was she?
Xiao Yu's face was suddenly filled with a smile. The smile was sincere and warm, and Qingxue was actually a little dumbfounded.
"Qingxue, thank you, it's great to have you by my side."
The girl's face suddenly turned red, and she blinked her clear eyes without saying a word for a long time.
But the young prince had already embraced her tightly in his arms and held her tightly.
In this late spring afternoon with mottled tree shadows, time has stopped.
