After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

Chen Ying held her breath, closed her eyes tightly, and immersed herself in the deeper darkness.

Surrounded by icy coolness, Chen Ying's palms were covered with sticky sweat. She stretched out her hands and stretched forward to wipe the sweat away from her palms.

She twisted her body carefully, relaxing her already stiff and sore body, her heart beat like thunder in her chest.

In order to calm down, Chen Ying took a deep breath, and then controlled it to exhale slowly. When she was exhaling halfway, she felt the ground tremble.

She began to be pushed forward, and then she heard conversations not far away.

It seems to be two little eunuchs.

"Walk this way," said one of the little eunuchs, "the road here is flat, and if such a big thing falls over there, we will both be finished."

Another little eunuch said: "Why don't you go to the dancer's sister's side? It's close and the road is flat."

Chen Ying's fingers stiffened and she held her breath when she heard the first eunuch sneer: "The investigation over there is strict, and we will be interrogated again when we go. We can't arrive on time, and we still can't keep our heads."

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Through the tulle, the people at the banquet outside could be seen indistinctly, they were sitting far away, when the cold wind blew, Xiao Rubi seemed to have some headaches, she propped her forehead with her hands, and lowered her head slightly.

Lian Fang had been standing beside her and watching, seeing her like this, bent down and lowered her head and asked, "Your Majesty is tired, do you want to go back and rest?"

Another gust of cold wind blew past, and the veil was briefly blown away for a moment, and the moment her vision was clear, Xiao Rubi saw clearly Yan Huaiyin who was standing in the distance and was replying to Emperor Chengde's words.

His eyebrows and eyes resembled Yan Wanqing seven to eight times, and because he was a man, they were much sharper, diluting the gentleness of Yan Wanqing that he had inherited.

Yan Huaiyin was wearing a mask at this time, Xiao Rubi wanted to see the eyebrows and eyes of the old man under his mask again, but the veil fell quickly.

Xiao Rubi just propped her forehead and watched quietly, without saying anything.

After a while, she straightened her waist and said softly, "Yes, I'm tired."

The winter wind rolled up her skirt, and the concubines sitting behind her in the dimly lit place quietly raised their eyes to look at her. They felt that the back of this princess of the old dynasty, the former queen, and now Concubine An was very thin, as if she was about to ride the wind Go back the same.

Lian Fang helped her to stand up, and the maid who served beside her saw it, and immediately said: "Your Majesty, you want to go back to the palace to rest? This servant is going to report to the Empress Madam."

Xiao Rubi turned to look at her, and smiled lightly: "The New Year's Eve banquet is lively, don't let me disturb their interest, let's not report it now."

Xiao Rubi lived reclusively and did not show up easily. It was rumored several times inside and outside the palace that she was crazy. The little Gong'e had never seen her before. Seeing her smiling beautifully and gently at this time, she responded with an ah, stood there blankly, and forgot. salute.

Xiao Rubi just walked away.

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"When I have a meal with them, Master Yan can clearly understand it," Liu Qingyun said with a smile, hands in his sleeves respectfully hanging on his stomach, "Your Excellency has great powers."

Naturally, he wouldn't lose his footing because of Yan Huaiyin's words. Yan Huaiyin's expression remained unchanged, and his smile became a little more gentle. He said modestly, "Liu Xiang is absurd."

They fought against each other, but here Gu Kangcheng suddenly knelt down, and he firmly kowtowed to Emperor Chengde, his voice full of self-blame: "Your Majesty, forgive me, it was my lack of consideration that spoiled the atmosphere of the New Year's Eve banquet. "

After he finished speaking, Funing and Wang Xiucheng over there also reacted, knelt down together and shouted: "Your Majesty, forgive me!"

For a moment the atmosphere of the banquet fell to freezing point, Emperor Chengde grunted twice in his throat, wanted to say something but couldn't say anything, Empress Zhou held his hand and patted his back to let him breathe.

"Master Yan's annual gift hasn't arrived yet," said a voice from behind Emperor Chengde, "Your Majesty, why don't you see what his gift is?"

Jiang Lian had been standing silently behind Emperor Chengde, and now he said this.

His voice was sharp and crisp, and it sounded comfortable. Emperor Chengde came over and nodded, "Jiang Lian understands me."

Yan Huaiyin followed good example, he looked sideways at the entrance of the banquet hall, and said in a warm voice: "Nine thousand years old is very true, the minister's gift just happened to be delivered, and I will present it to His Majesty."

Liu Qingyun stood under Emperor Chengde, he stood loosely, but his gaze followed Yan Huaiyin all the time.

Under the attention of all the people, the cart carefully pushed Yan Huaiyin's gift and stopped in front of Emperor Chengde.

It was very big, covered by a piece of festive-looking red silk, everyone couldn't guess what was inside, so they became more silent.

For a while during the banquet, only the sound of the dancer's string and bamboo was left, and gradually the sound disappeared, and the sound of howling wind was revealed, and the limbs and bones of everyone in the wrapped imperial garden were icy cold.

Emperor Chengde sat on it with cloudy eyes. After staring at it for a while, he waved his hand and said slowly, "Open."

The two little eunuchs pushing the cart snorted and lifted the red cloth.

Because the banquet was extremely quiet, everyone did not see what was inside, but as the red cloth was lifted, they heard the sound of water flowing first.

It was a mountain of water.

It's really... so ugly!

The water poured down from the top of the mountain, covering the rockery from all sides, without any carvings that should have been decorated.The only ingenious thing is that some mechanism is installed in the water mountain, and the water that pours down is continuously sent back to the top of the mountain, and the cycle goes on and on.

"Is this an annual gift from you?" Emperor Chengde asked slowly, his complexion turned ugly.

The emperor was angry, Yan Huaiyin looked a little scared, he lowered his eyes: "Return to Your Majesty, there is one more thing inside."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to caress the rockery, and pressed something, and the water flow stopped, revealing the bare rockery.

Liu Qingyun raised her wrinkled eyes, saw Yan Huaiyin turned her head sideways and said, "Come out."

His sleeves clenched violently.

Yan Huaiyin didn't realize it, he went to play with the rockery on his own, and the moment he opened the secret door, he heard Liu Qingyun's angry shout: "Your Majesty, be careful!"

"There are assassins!" he shouted, "Escort!"

There was silence everywhere, everyone was staring at Yan Huaiyin, guessing what else he would come up with, but at this moment he was shocked by the thunderous shout from the flat ground.

This New Year's Eve banquet, most of the officials brought their family members to the banquet. When they heard that there was an assassin, everyone was silent for a moment, and the banquet suddenly became chaotic.

There are timid children who have shrunk into their mother's arms and cried.

Emperor Chengde was also taken aback by his voice. Empress Zhou beside him trembled and looked at Liu Qingyun: "Xiang Liu, where is the assassin?"

Liu Qingyun's eyes were like torches against the light, he took a step forward, stood in front of the case of Emperor Chengde and Concubine Zhou, and faced Yan Huaiyin directly: "Catch him!"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Liu Qingyun stretched out his withered hand like a rusty sword, pointing at Yan Huaiyin, he said every word, "Hiding in the rockery is the assassin."

"Yan Huaiyin is also an assassin!"

The two faced each other in front of the throne, and on the edge of the banquet, Zhao Suisui was trembling his legs, and was about to run out of the banquet a few steps away.

But he froze there abruptly.

In front of him, a knife appeared.

The sharp blade came out of its sheath and lay across Zhao Suisui's body. The blade was only three or four inches away from his neck. If he didn't stop, he might have hit it.

Zhao Suisui was so frightened that he couldn't move. He had just eaten, and the cold food rushed up his throat. His lips were trembling, and he looked up at the armored sword-wielder.

The man was too tall and too big, and the shadow shrouded it. The eyes of the imperial guard hidden in the pocket looked down at him, like a giant mountain.

There was no emotion in those eyes, not like a living person.

Looking at each other with just one glance, Zhao Suisui felt chills all over his body. His years of being an official saved him, and his body reacted before his brain—he suddenly bent over and rolled on the ground.

The thinning blade came close to the top of his head, tearing through the wind.

He is going to kill me.

Zhao Suisui rolled on the ground, gasping for breath, and only this sentence could be reflected in his mind.

He was weak all over, and he didn't have the strength to roll again. In a trance, Zhao Suisui heard the sound of messy footsteps, and the cries everywhere filled his head. With only one eye, he raised his eyes and looked around.

Without the tall shadow, Zhao Suisui saw the messy strands of hair scattered in the air.

With the wind blowing, the strands of hair slowly fainted in the air amidst the firelight and shouts. They fell so slowly and drifted away slowly, appearing soft and dull in the noisy noise.Like strange, black and slender raindrops.

Zhao Suisui was stunned, and he touched his temples in a daze, and felt the blood on his scalp.

Only then did he realize that a corner of his temple had been cut off, and the crown of his hair was all loose.

He came back to his senses at this moment, Zhao Suisui ignored his hair, he scrambled and turned around.

He saw countless figures of forbidden soldiers in armor.

All forbidden troops!Why are there so many forbidden troops!

There were only fifty imperial guards guarding the banquet, but now at a glance, there are no less than 200 people.

They came out of nowhere, and Zhao Suisui's heart was trembling. He knelt on the ground and looked around.

For a moment, even the blood was congealed there.

It's dark, it's too dark!

Only then did he realize that the surroundings were too dark, and outside the banquet, all the lights were turned off at some point.

At this time, only the lamps were lit at the banquet, and the lights diffused to the case at the farthest table, and stopped there in a regular manner.Beyond it, the inextricable darkness slowly engulfs the imperial garden, opening its mouth like a giant beast, lowering its head to grab a firefly.

Where is New Year's Eve? !

The imperial guards continued to emerge from the darkness, and countless eyes also emerged from the pockets. They held knives and smashed cases and bodies blocking them. Like eagles spreading their wings, they showed the knives in their hands. , only towards the center.

Under the bright blade, the candlelight lost its color, and only the thick night hung above it like blood.

Zhao Suisui looked along the blade and saw the person the blade was pointing at.

Under hundreds of tall bodies, he looked so small, so fragile that countless blades could easily pierce into his body, piercing out endless, rushing warm blood.

In the banquet, the Forbidden Army had another mouth full of blood, swallowing him in a blink of an eye.

The last thing Zhao Suisui saw was his thin and white wrist on the moist finger bones when he stopped on the rockery.