King's man

After Qingping led Chu Xi to finish the dance, the strength supporting him suddenly disappeared, and he fell backwards as if being emptied.Chu Xi is so weak, there is no way to support him, and he has to call Liu Xue, Ning Lu and others to carry him back to the inner room. "Your Majesty, it's not good to put him here, in case His Majesty finds out..." Ning Lu said hesitantly.

"Your Majesty has been very busy recently, and has not been in the mood to take care of these things. I don't think he will come to Yufengyuan in the near future!" Chu Xi replied.

Yang Hong was really busy.The empress dowager's body had to be taken back to the palace, the coffin had to be buried, and the route to be carried into the mausoleum had to be inspected. The empress and the emperor were buried together. Fortunately, the empress dowager was going to be buried in the tomb of the former emperor, but they were not in the same place.In short, all aspects must be properly arranged, and no mistakes can be made in the middle.Although these things are all left to the minister, he still has to decide which one is not.Yang Hong is really a competent emperor, killing decisively without delay.He wants to take over the state affairs slowly, and he has to sort out the clues, so busy that he hasn't thought of bringing his princess into the palace.

Qingping received good care in Yufengyuan and recovered quickly.It's just that Chu Xi always ignores him.In the evening of this day, there was snow outside the window, fluttering and fluttering.Sadness and joy came from the Hall of Cultivating the Heart again, which made people feel infinitely melancholy and unbearably sad.He will be buried tomorrow, and he hasn't seen him since he woke up.He was afraid to go to that place, afraid to see him lying there, afraid to prove that he was alive and he was really gone forever.If the memory ends on the day when he is sent out of the palace, he will still live in the palace well. In his memory, although he will never have the joy of reuniting with him, he will not have to bear the pain of parting from life and death. How wonderful!Even if I don't see him, I still hope that he can live safely in a place that I can't reach—but there is no way to assume anything.He has passed away, gone forever.

Qingping lifted the curtain and walked outside, the gloomy sky, the gloomy palace everywhere.He went straight out of the garden gate and walked towards the Hall of Cultivating Mind.In the courtyard, countless monks chanted sutras day and night, and the sound of mourning and music blended with the sound of chanting sutras, melting into patches of snow, as if the world was chaotic and time was frozen, only eternal sadness.Qingping walked into the hall through the courtyard. The empty hall, with tall white flags, was desolate and cold.In the middle of the main hall, the two people were lying next to each other, Qingping stepped in, and saw Yang Xian's complexion was pale, his sword eyebrows were black, and his lips were as red as blood stains.His makeup is too unnatural.Chen Huilan, who was lying next to him, still had a bright face, and she was as peaceful as a bright moon, as if she was asleep.The ladies of the court helped them put on makeup.Qingping couldn't help walking in, reaching out to touch Yang Xian's hand, it was cold and stiff.This hall is too empty, the snow is too cold, he looks like he was frozen.Qingping held his hand, rubbing it nonstop as if trying to warm him up.The next moment, he collapsed on the ground, crying bitterly.

When I saw him for the first time, I felt that his eyebrows were noble, his appearance was dignified, and his Danfeng eyes were majestic and bright.He said, "I have two brothers, both of whom have passed away. I also have a younger sister who married far away in Nan'an. In this palace, I only have myself." He felt that there was always a touch of loneliness in the corner of his eyes, and he wanted to hide it. .He said, "Yi'er, come and take a look for me, my neck is itchy." He felt that he was a little familiar.As expected, he leaned over to help him check, but he held his shoulders and whispered in his ear, "Yi'er, from today onwards, you are my man!" He said he was his man.How proud he was then.Hateful joy short.Qingping's clothes were wet from crying, and she couldn't sit still.When we were together for the last time, he said "let him go", and later, he was still thinking about his comfort, maybe he wanted to go with him!A heart broken and broken, never better.Just like a broken mirror, even if the front is glued together, as long as you pick it up and look at it, you will know that it can only reflect a broken face.What kind of love do you have for keeping yourself like this!How much I want to go with him.He said, "Take care of the children." Those were the last words he left in this world.Providence?Even if he didn't know that child was his.But he knew that he had to take better care of her.He left him a problem, if it wasn't for the little princess, what good would his life be.The little princess, a poor child, a flower born in the emperor's family but doomed to perish...

After an unknown amount of time, Qingping finally stopped crying.Tears hung on his face, and it was cold.The limbs were frozen, stretched and curled up, completely unconscious.The night swallowed everything.The sorrow and joy have not stopped, and the scriptures are still there, and everything sounds like a temptation to death.Qingping's thoughts were confused, her consciousness was fuzzy, and she almost fell into the flood of time.Suddenly a child's cry came, and Qingping opened her eyes, and saw the white cloth fluttering in the wind and the shadowy candles in the hall.What happened to the little princess?When he opened his eyes, the crying had disappeared, and he thought of the little princess.Going to find the little princess, she can't have any more accidents.This thought supported Qingping to stand up, her legs and feet were so stiff that she could hardly stand still.He staggered step by step into the night.

The lights in Yu Fengyuan were on.Qingping knocked on the door, but no one answered for a long time.When he was about to turn around and leave, the cry of a child came from the courtyard, Qingping's eyes lit up, and she slammed on the door vigorously.Finally, a second-class maid came to open the door, and Qingping walked in quickly, and walked directly to Chu Xi's inner room where the lights were on.He saw this scene: Chu Xi was holding the little princess and putting her in his arms, Liu Xue was holding a blue and white porcelain bowl, and Ning Lu was feeding the little princess with a spoon.Qingping stood there in a daze, without moving.The way Chu Xi hugged the little princess fascinated him.In fact, she is so petite, she is like an immature girl, her clear eyes, small cherry mouth, and slender neck, no matter how she looks like a pure, clean, beautiful and beautiful girl, and the little princess pink carved jade Zhuo's exquisite and lovely appearance is like a ceramic doll in her arms, everything looks so pure and beautiful.If it weren't for the selection to enter the palace, she would have married a wishful man, a husband and a child!The way she held the baby was beautiful and warm.The little princess was about to open her mouth to eat, but when she saw Qingping, she stopped eating, and smiled, revealing a few white teeth, very cute.Chu Xi also looked up, looked at him, stood up, hugged the little princess to him, and handed him "Take her away!"

Qingping took the child, the little princess obediently lay on his shoulder, and fell asleep not long after.Liu Xue handed Qingping a set of eunuch's clothes, and motioned him to change into it.Ning Lu took out another exquisite small box, and put the sleeping little princess and a bundle in it.Chu Xi looked at Qingping and said, "When you go out from the east gate, you will be interrogated by the imperial guards, and they will say that the emperor asked you to hand over the box to General Murong. Anyway, you have a token to enter and exit the palace, so they probably won't stop you."

Qingping tidied up, still standing, just looking at Chuxi. "Come with me," he said.

Chu Xi turned around and said, "Go, I don't want to see you again!" Her voice was cold.

Qingping turned around and left with the box.Chu Xi turned around and watched his figure disappear into the night, tears wet her cheeks.At that moment, she understood Qingping's reluctance to take her away.

Qingping passed smoothly all the way, and actually arrived at Murong Mansion.The sky was getting hazy, Qingping knocked on the door of Murong Mansion.When the door opened, a servant saw an eunuch standing outside the door, he went in without knowing it, and dared not be negligent, he hurriedly invited him in, and then turned around to inform Murong Su.Murong Su was woken up from his sleep by his servants, dressed in haste and came to the courtyard, but saw Qingping holding a box, dressed as an eunuch, her eyes full of desolation.Before Murong Su opened his mouth, he heard him say: "I'm also a degenerate in the world, so you don't need to ask more questions."

Murong Su smiled slightly: "Are you not afraid that I will tell the emperor?"

Qingping looked at him with a determined face: "You won't."

"It's such a good sentence, 'the same people who have fallen in the world', you seem to understand me!" Murong Su said with emotion, and led him into the hall.

On the day of Emperor Xihe's funeral, the sky was very blue, as if it had been washed with water, as if it could reflect people's shadows.The sun was shining that day, as bright as spring.On the street, a mighty group of people walked towards the north of the city with three golden silk coffins.The people leading banners walking in the front held high the flags and umbrellas of Wanmin, followed by the emperor's guard of honor. They held all kinds of weapons and banners, which were very majestic.The porters who carried the coffin were all dressed in filial piety, and the heavily armed imperial guards lined up behind the coffin.There are also hundreds of monks chanting sutras and musicians playing dirges and music all the way.Such a mighty team attracted countless people in Yidu City to go out to watch.Among these countless people, there is Qingping.He watched the long procession march forward step by step with the coffin in their arms, the steps were heavy, solemn, mournful, and slow.He watched the white paper money being thrown into the sky, which was very conspicuous under the blue sky. Those paper money flew to the sky and fell again, like dead leaves that lost their lives, floating, falling, thin, and sad.

After standing for so long, Qingping's legs became weak.He looked at it for so long, his eyes were sore.There were no tears to shed.It's over, everything is over.That person will be sealed in the imperial mausoleum forever.How is he?Before the long line had finished, Qingping stopped looking and turned to leave.He returned to Murong Mansion, left a letter, and rode away with the little princess.

Qingping rode the horse and galloped all the way, the cold wind blew up his skirt, and he wrapped it up again, covering the little princess inside.The little princess couldn't speak clearly when she was jolted, "Sisi, I want a queen mother!" She said, her voice was intermittent and trembling, as if she was about to be blown away by the wind. "Mother's queen, mother's queen!" She was still talking, but Qingping gave her a tender look, but she didn't stop, instead, she clamped her legs, and the steed galloped faster.The little princess began to cry, but there was no cry, just sobbing, as if she couldn't breathe, tears fell drop by drop in her watery eyes, looking at infinite grievances.Qingping's heart was so weak that she couldn't move anymore, so she dismounted and looked at the little princess.You are no longer a princess, you no longer have a father and queen, and you no longer have a queen.Qingping thought, two lines of tears shed unconsciously.When Yang Si saw Qingping crying, she stared into Shui Lingling's eyes in surprise and forgot to cry.After a while, she raised her tender little hand to wipe away Qingping's tears.Qingping was also taken aback, looking at Yang Si again, it was extremely distressing.He kissed her tender little face lightly, adjusted his clothes, got on his horse and continued on his way.

Qingping led the horse and spent the night in a small shop at the foot of the West Mountain, and continued on the road early the next morning.Go to Shuiyue Temple.Du Jinghong is there, maybe the little princess can be handed over to her.he thinks.The mountain road was rugged, and he had to hold the little princess and lead the horse at the same time, walking slowly.When I saw Shuiyue nunnery, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.A red sunset was hanging in the western sky, and the sun had already dimmed.Layers of mountains undulate between the sky and the earth, and the shadows gradually become thicker.Thousands of miles of sky are lonely, and thousands of mountains are full of sadness.Qingping glanced back, only to feel that the sadness and melancholy were hard to dispel.

Finally arrived at Shuiyue Temple.The day is short in the mountains, and the door is closed.Qingping got off the horse, the little princess fell asleep in his arms, breathing evenly, feeling Qingping's movements, she kissed Yunfen's tender lips.Qingping looked away, ready to knock on the door.As soon as he raised his hand, he looked at the door again, but there was nothing.I still remember the white flower that I saw on the snow outside the door last time, called Snow Grass, said the little girl named Yun Jing.Flowers, nuns, their names are as beautiful and pure as they are.Why wait until the snow grass is gone, is it not time to bloom?Yes, the last time I came in February, it hasn't arrived yet.Qingping gently knocked on the door a few times and stood outside waiting.Could it be Yun Jing who came to open the door?he thinks.The door opened, and an older teacher stepped forward. "May I ask what the benefactor is doing?"

"I'm from the capital city." Qingping hesitated for a moment before saying Du Jinghong's name.The teacher nodded and asked Qingping to go in.The courtyard is no warmer than the mountains.The ancient ginkgo tree still stands silently in the courtyard.The teacher first led Qingping to the side room, and she went back to the Buddhist hall, where she was chanting sutras.

Qingping sat in the room and waited for a while, the little princess woke up, she turned her head to look around, then pointed to her mouth, "Sisi, I'm hungry!" she said.The childish voice is immature.Qingping smiled slightly, and took out a piece of pastry from the bundle behind her, "Eat less, there will be something delicious later." The little princess took a bite and smiled sweetly.Seeing her smiling so sweetly and cutely, Qingping couldn't bear it.Is it right to send her here?

Qingping was looking down at the little princess eating when Du Jinghong and Lanling walked in. "Little princess!" Lan Ling called out, her voice clear and joyful.Qingping looked up and was taken aback.But I saw that both of them had changed into nuns' clothes. They were dressed in green clothes, which were simple and clean. Their hair was all tied into nun hats, and they were practicing with their hair.Even the simple clothes can't hide the gorgeous appearance of the two of them.Lanling's round eyes, vermilion lips, and shallow smile are still beautiful and lovely; Du Jinghong's ice-blue eyes and bright red lips set off his peerless face, still stunning.It's just that she is a little less aloof and a little more gentle than before.

When the little princess heard someone calling her, she also turned her head, looked at the two people, her eyes flicked back and forth on the faces of Du Jinghong and Lan Ling, and then she saw Lan Ling smiling at her, she suddenly felt that it was still Lan Ling She was kinder and sweetly called out "Sister!" and struggled on.Qingping put her down, she walked over, pulled Lanling by the skirt and called out, "Sister!"

Lan Ling bent down and picked her up. "Sister, look how cute she is!" The little princess smiled happily when Lan Ling praised her, and her little white teeth showed again. She looked at Lan Ling, then turned her gaze to Lan Ling and called "Sister" people.She found that he was also looking at her, with a smile on his lips and gentle eyes.Yang Si fixedly looked into Du Jinghong's eyes, she was very curious to find that her eyes were blue.She couldn't help stretching out her hand to touch Du Jinghong's eyes, and said in a clear and childlike voice, "Sister, you look good!" Du Jinghong smiled chicly, raised her hand and tapped the tip of the little princess' nose with her index finger, "It's not sister, it's me!" Auntie!" She thought of Yang Xian, and there was a trace of sadness in her eyes.

After the fasting meal, the little princess slept peacefully.Qingping went to look for Du Jinghong again.Du Jinghong glanced at him, and before he could speak, she said, "I know why you're here. Have you really thought it through?" Qingping looked into Du Jinghong's eyes, but he still hesitated. "I think, even though it's colder here, it's always safe, but if you follow me, you'll inevitably suffer from bumps and displacement," he said.Still looking at Du Jinghong.

"It's safe and sound here, but what about when she grows up? Have you ever thought about it?" Du Jinghong said, with a hint of worry hidden between her brows.

Qingping lowered her head.Yes, when I grow up.Do you want to stay in this Shuiyue nunnery for the rest of your life?Will she really be happy?So, where is the best home for a woman?

Du Jinghong was also thinking about these questions.In her opinion, her choice is not suitable for most women; but if she grows up in the world, she may not be safe with the appearance of a little princess: or if she is favored by powerful people, she will face the competition of wives and concubines in groups; Or marry a refined son, happiness depends entirely on the man's self-consciousness.After much deliberation, there is no way out.Poor woman in the world.Infatuated.

Qingping thought over and over again, and didn't sleep all night.He got up early, stood by the window, staring at the ginkgo tree outside the window in a daze.Suddenly, a figure appeared in the window pane. Looking carefully, the nun had a delicate appearance and clean eyes, but it was not Yun Jing.Qingping went out to say hello to her, but after she left, she had already passed by, and there was no sign of him in the courtyard.Qingping believed it and went to the door, and the empty mountains were reflected in front of her eyes, and the mountain peaks were covered with a layer of snow.Morning light suddenly appeared.Qingping thought of Yunjing again.Is she happy this year?Would she like to live in Shuiyue Temple all her life?It was the age when she was smiling like a flower, why hadn't she ever seen her smile?Suddenly he felt sorry for her.

It was also at that moment that Qingping decided to take the little princess away.He thought that he wanted to make her happy for her, but he didn't realize that he made this decision for himself.He didn't realize how lost and bewildered he was without the little princess by his side.