The warm touch falls on the back of the hand, which is an intimate gesture that only lovers can have. Yun Yifeng tried to pull his arms back, but felt that he had no strength in his body, so he continued to interlock his fingers with peace of mind. The medicinal soup in the jade bowl on the table is still exuding a bitter smell, mixed with the refreshing fragrance of flowers in late spring and early summer, it is hard to tell whether it is bitter or sweet.
Neither of them spoke.
Time flows slowly, sweeping away the bright sun and diluting the red clouds in the sky, and the wind that rises at night is a bit cool.
Yun Yifeng was wearing a thick robe, and asked, "What's wrong with Master Wang Wanshan?"
"With the reputation of witchcraft killing, Wei Lie just sent troops to surround him, and outsiders can't get in." Ji Yanran handed him the porridge bowl, "Wang Wanshan has been secretly sent to the palace, leaving only a disguised queen The fake corpse is in the coffin, because the case has not been investigated yet, and it is not sure whether it has anything to do with him, so the Wang family's wife and children don't know about it."
"As long as you keep watching, Yuchi Chu will make a move sooner or later." Yun Yifeng asked again, "What about the other two Lord Wangs?"
"It seems that they are all frightened, and they haven't recovered yet." Ji Yanran said, "Wang Zhixia took the initiative to ask for the Imperial Forest Army to continue guarding him, and he had to stand by the bed even when he was sleeping. As for Wang Dong, he also came out early. Returning late, staying in the palace all day long, not going back to sleep until late at night, or simply staying in the household department for a night."
Regardless of whether it is pretend or real, if the murderer is not caught for a day, the two people may not stop for a day, and Wang Wanshan cannot always live in the secret room of the palace.
Yun Yifeng said: "The lord just investigates the case, I listen to ghosts in everything, he is not willing to let me die even if he thinks about it."
"Although the imperial physicians have never seen your poison, Brother Huang still asks them to come here once a day." Ji Yanran said, "At least I can help you look at the prescription."
Yun Yifeng nodded: "Okay."
He was actually a little sleepy, but he didn't want to sleep. The servant girl came in and took away the dinner plate, quickly replaced the two with green spring tea, and took a peek at Yun Yifeng, seeing that he seemed to have regained a lot of energy, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her head and retreated. Go out and whisper to the guards outside the courtyard: "It's okay, the prince is chatting with the sect master."
"What are you talking about?" Jiang Lingfei asked.
"No... I didn't hear clearly, it seems to be talking about some murder case." The servant girl said, "Seeing me go in, Master Yunmen stopped talking."
Wu Suosi sighed beside him, at this moment, we are talking about a murder case, shouldn't we be talking about other things, romantic and romantic.
Even the saying goes, long-term lovers in bed.
Ling Xing'er wanted to go in, but was coaxed and taken away by Old Wu Lian. Jiang Lingfei quickly closed the courtyard door, blocking all the noise outside, leaving only a quiet sky full of stars for the two of them.
Yun Yifeng stood in front of the window, looking at the distant sky with a touch of red, like an unburned glow.
Ji Yanran wrapped the cloak for him: "Don't want to sleep yet?"
"I've been lying down for a whole day, and I'm a little dizzy." Yun Yifeng picked up a little fallen flower on the window sill, pink and lovely, "Is it the white bamboo bell used for wine making in the palace?"
Ji Yanran hugged him from behind: "Yes."
The body in his arms was as thin as paper, and as light as a handful of snow. He was careful even when making intimacy, and asked softly in his ear, "Why me?"
"After all, all the girls in Yancheng are waiting to throw the veils to the prince." Yun Yi calmly said, "I like to take advantage so much, so I naturally want to join in."
Ji Yanran tightened her arms: "Huh?"
"I don't know." Yun Yifeng thought for a while, "It's hard to say."
He had been too bitter before, so bitter that he never tasted a little bit of sweetness. When they first arrived at Xiaoyao Villa, although Gan Yong and his wife were kind-hearted and treated him very well, 80% of that goodness was due to ghost stabs, so naturally they couldn't fully open their hearts. Later, there was Fengyumen, Qingyue, Xing'er, a group of disciples, and friends from the rivers and lakes that they met one after another. As far as this is limited, if he goes deeper, he can at most mention a few ghost stabs to Qingyue, and he will never dig his own scars again.
The past is like a solid cocoon, countless black moths are hatched in the dream, and thousands of wings blow out disgusting powder and cool wind, bringing cold sweat all over the body. It is often only in this kind of awakened night that he will think carefully, if his parents have not died under the knife of the bandits, if the family has successfully arrived in the Central Plains... Ghost Thorn once said that he picked it up in Cangwei Snow Ridge Myself, that is the northern border of Daliang, surrounded by ice and snow all year round, the people don't want to live there, and the government doesn't want to take care of it. As time goes by, it becomes the lair of fierce robbers. As a disaster, I don't know how many caravans have been taken back. It was not until a few years ago that the imperial court sent troops to wipe them out. The general who led the army was the youngest commander in Daliang, King Xiao Ji Yanran.
With this relationship, and the blood ganoderma lucidum "watered by the blood of thousands of corpses", when Ji Yanran came to Fengyumen, he still felt a little "destined" and thought it was sent by God. The life-saving straw, and I really made up my mind to cling to him and rely on him to survive, but what happened in the future... Be it Misty Peak or Wangxing City, getting along day and night, being taken care of by the other party all the way, unexpectedly... Get used to a few different moods.
Like a dilapidated empty altar, he only wanted to repair the cracks and live for a few more years, but unexpectedly, he was poured into a bowl of wine, sweet, mellow and top-notch, so drunk Confused, drunk to nowhere. Sometimes I desperately want to live for a few more years, but sometimes I feel that after tasting the taste of this fine wine, I finally know what sweetness is. one game.
The girls in Yancheng are quite discerning.
But the handkerchief is not allowed to be lost in the future.
Unless... Yun Yifeng sighed silently, ready to be full of melancholy, but before he "unless" was born and died, his heart felt like a knife, he felt wet and itchy behind his ears, which seemed inappropriate to hurt the spring and autumn, so he had to Backhand shot past.
Ji Yanran smiled and avoided: "It's time for you to rest."
"Do you still want to enter the palace tonight?" Yun Yifeng asked.
"Go and see Wang Wanshan tomorrow morning." Ji Yanran said, "When I'm not around, Ling Fei will come and watch over you." He really didn't want him to see Ghost Thorn again, but he really had no choice but to send as many soldiers as possible. Many people came to protect.
The handyman brought hot water for washing, but because of his lack of experience, he did not have the share of His Royal Highness Xiao Wang.
Yun Yifeng said: "The prince also rests earlier."
"You won't let me accompany you?" Ji Yanran slightly leaned over to look him at the same level.
Master Yunmen took a step back calmly: "Qingyue said, he will guard me tonight."
Just as she was talking, Ling Xing'er came in with a large bouquet of Yeyou flowers, saying that she had heard what the old concubine told her, and that she could sleep peacefully in her room. Qingyue also followed behind, holding a letter in her hand, and several other Fengyumen disciples, when they saw Ji Yan, they all respectfully saluted: "My lord."
"Who sent the letter to Cloud Gate Master?"
"It's the Martial Arts League." Qingyue explained, "The Martial Arts Conference will be held in a while. Although Feng Yumen doesn't participate, we still have to receive an invitation every year, and sometimes we have to invite them three times."
"It's just for show." Yun Yifeng pulled away and took a look, "Knowing that I don't want to join in the fun, I tried my best to invite, seven or eight invitations were sent, and Fengyumen somehow owed someone a favor. Let’s send a congratulatory gift as before.”
Qingyue took the order, and when she went out to order her disciples to do things, she "invited" the prince away along the way.
It's already very late at night, if you have anything to say, it's not too late to talk tomorrow.
After all, my master is highly poisoned, so I have to eat well and sleep on time.
rest, rest.
Yun Yifeng leaned on the bed, wrapped in the quilt, thinking about things.
Ling Xing'er carefully placed the flowers, and asked curiously, "What is the door master laughing at?"
Yun Yifeng came back to his senses: "Laugh... the martial arts conference."
Ling Xing'er was baffled, what's so funny about the martial arts conference
"A group of people are fighting for a ranking, grabbing a seat, greeting each other's ancestors and beating their heads to the blood, which is naturally funny." Yun Yifeng answered with reason.
Ling Xing'er could only say: "Oh."
Is it so boring? It's different from what is written in the storybook.
On the other side, Jiang Lingfei was also circling around His Royal Highness Xiao Wang, is there anything wrong, how can you run back to your bedroom to sleep at a time like this
Even if you haven't read the script, you should have heard the play a few times. In matters of love, it is always right to be shameless, if you are always in love and only polite, how long will it take to embrace a beautiful woman? To be honest, Old Wu is already booking a restaurant, so don't let him down.
"Stop making trouble in front of me." Ji Yanran was so annoyed that he handed him a cup of tea, "How is Yu Chi Chu?"
"There is nothing unusual." Jiang Lingfei said, "The emperor has sent a lot of shadow guards this time, will it make him realize that something is wrong and startle the snake?"
"What do you mean?" Ji Yanran asked.
"Temporarily withdraw some." Jiang Lingfei said, "Or simply leave it to me. The fewer people there are, the less lies will be exposed."
"When I enter the palace tomorrow, I'll go and mention something to the emperor." Ji Yanran said, "You should also go back early and rest."
"Wait." Jiang Lingfei put down his teacup, and dragged out a large box out of nowhere, "It's amazing, every book is out of print, and the government will burn it when they see it."
Ji Yanran frowned: "Book banned?"
Jiang Lingfei said: "The ban on that."
Ji Yanran: "..."
"Brother can only do so much." Jiang Lingfei patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, remember to talk to the emperor about Yu Chichu tomorrow, and leave."
Ji Yanran said without changing expression: "Get lost."
Jiangmen's third young master climbed the wall quite quickly, leaving only an afterimage. One could tell at a glance that he was often beaten and had escaped with rich experience.
Ji Yanran casually took out a book.
A conscientious bookseller, built with sincerity.
It is thick, detailed and vivid, with rich pictures and texts, which can be regarded as achieving another sense of "the book has its own beauty".
Of course, some of them were shoddy, and they didn’t even print the right version. This page is still turning up and down, and the next page starts to discuss how to raise pigs and rabbits, mix feed, and make a fortune as soon as possible.
Ji Yanran couldn't laugh or cry when she saw it, and called a servant to throw out the box of books.