The mind is near the end of the demon
The housekeeper Qian Yuan hurriedly came to the small courtyard to report: "His Royal Highness Zhen Zhen and His Highness Zhuohua are here."
Qi Yan thought she heard it wrong, stood up from the stool, looked at Qian Yuan and asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"
Qian Yuan: "Go back to the master, the two Your Royal Highnesses have already arrived at the gate of the mansion, you should go and greet them."
Qi Yan's heartbeat quickened, and there was a bit of sourness in the accident: I thought Nangong Jingnu didn't want to see her again.
She strode to the door of the room, turned back and said to Xiaodie: "A guest is here, you wait for me here."
Xiaodie nodded, and then there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes: "Is that the sister just now?"
Somehow, Xiaodie had a very good impression of Nangong Shunv.
Qi Yan nodded, patted Xiaodie on the shoulder and hurried out of the room.
Nangong Shunv supported her little sister, looking at her pale face and tired demeanor, her heart was so distressed that she twisted into a bun.
Qi Yan saw the two princesses standing outside the mansion from a distance, her eyes were only fixed on Nangong Jingnu, and she could no longer tolerate others.
She has lost weight, and she seems to have grown a little taller than the last time we met...
Qi Yan stopped and looked at Nangong Jingnu from a distance.
It seems that it has been a long time.
long time no see.
These days, Qi Yan is under the decree to "reflect" every day, besides accompanying Xiaodie, she locks herself in the study and plays with wood carvings. Occasionally, the figure of Nangong Jingnu will suddenly pop into her mind. Every time at this time, Qi Yan will Deliberately pressing the other party down, after getting used to it, I didn't feel how long the time passed.
Qi Yan stood still, looking at Nangong Jingnu with a pair of amber eyes without blinking.
Those thoughts and feelings that were suppressed by force, scattered in pieces, overflowed from the scars in the heart, and were so fragmented that it was difficult to capture, and Qi Yan was at a loss.
Nangong Jingnu was leaning on the second sister's body with a calm expression and pretending to be deep eyes.
She saw Qi Yan's lips move, and from the shape of her mouth, it was clearly: Your Highness...
Just like that, his eyes turned red.
I don't know how many times I have to listen to these two words every day. Why is there such magic power just to escape from this mouth
Nangong Jingnu let out a shallow breath, suppressing the fluctuations in her heart.
Nangong Shunv supported Nangong Jingnv and said softly, "My brother-in-law is confined and cannot leave the house, let's go in."
Nangong Jingnu nodded, and the two crossed the threshold of the private house and walked to Qi Yan step by step.
Nangong Shunv: "Let's see you."
Qi Yan seemed to be deaf, not even blinking her eyes.
Nangong Shunv sighed secretly: Judging from the appearance of these two people, it is clear that they are affectionate, how can they be so troubled today
Nangong Jingnu stood up straight, raised her chin, and said coldly, "Since you are a culprit, why don't you bow when you see this palace?"
Nangong Shunv was stunned, where did her little girl sing
There was a trace of surprise in Qi Yan's eyes, and she lifted the hem of her clothes.
Nangong Jingnu's pink fists hidden under the Guangxiu palace attire clenched tightly as Qi Yan's figure lowered. She had a grudge against Qiyan, but she didn't want her to really bow down to herself.
Nangong Shunv: "Brother-in-law..."
Qi Yan stopped when her knees were about to touch the ground.
He lowered his body and raised his head like this, looked up at Nangong Jingnu and smiled: "My minister, remember what His Highness said..."
Nangong Jingnu's expression relaxed, and she snorted softly, "Get up."
Qi Yan smiled and stood up straight, while Nangong Jingnu turned her head sideways, raised her eyebrows, and released her fist.
Nangong Shunv blinked, unable to understand what kind of riddle the two were fighting.
But she could feel her little sister's mood eased a lot.
Once, Nangong Jingnv said to Qi Yan: I don't want her to bow down to her again.
Qi Yan agreed.
In retrospect, it seemed like a long time ago, and they all remembered it.
Nangong Shunv saw that the two of them didn't speak, so she took the initiative to say: "Jingnv's body is not feeling well, you can help her to rest for a while. Do you mind if Ben Gong walks around?"
Qi Yan frowned and looked at Nangong Jingnu carefully: her face was indeed a little bad.
Qi Yan: "Second sister, please do it yourself."
…
The servants in the private house wisely gave up the venue. Nangong Jingnv and Qi Yan were separated by three steps and looked at each other.
Qi Yan's body swayed, and she wanted to lean forward and back, but stopped in place and didn't move.
Nangong Jingnu looked at her quietly, and suddenly the corner of her mouth twitched, revealing an expression of grievance and crying.
Qi Yan panicked and strode forward: "Your Highness..."
Nangong Jingnu sniffed, her eyes were red: "Find a quiet place, this palace is tired."
Qi Yan: "Okay, please come here, Your Highness."
Qi Yan made a "please" gesture, and Nangong Jingnu followed behind with the hem of her long palace dress.
Qi Yan thought for a while and invited Nangong Jingnu to the bedroom: "Your Highness, please take a seat, the private house is a bit rough."
Nangong Jingnv looked around and sat down in front of Qi Yan's bed.
Qi Yan moved the stool and sat opposite Nangong Jingnv. After another long silence, Nangong Jingnv wept silently.
Qi Yan panicked again, leaned forward, raised her hand and retracted it.
Nangong Jingnu pressed her forehead against the bed rail next to her as if she had been exhausted, and big teardrops fell down.
Qi Yan felt distressed: "Your Highness... you."
Nangong Jingnu's teeth crossed her lower lip and choked, "Qi Yan, this palace is so tired."
Qi Yan sat next to Nangong Jingnu, and the distress in her eyes seemed to drip out: "What happened? If His Highness is willing..."
Nangong Jingnu leaned on Qi Yan's shoulder, who hesitantly raised his hand to wrap her shoulder.
Qi Yan: "Cry if you want to cry, talk if you want, don't talk if you don't want to."
Hearing this sentence, Nangong Jingnu cried even more sadly.
Too many things have happened this year, and this "home" is about to fall apart...
Nangong Jingnu: "Qi Yan."
Qi Yan: "The minister is here."
Nangong Jingnu: "Hug me."
Qi Yan: "...Okay."
…
Since Qi Yan was ordered to close the door and think about it, she dismissed half of the servants in the private house, so the whole yard looked a little deserted, and Nangong Shun didn't see a few people along the way.
Although the private house is small, it is more peaceful and elegant, and Nangong Shunv likes it very much.
She walked aimlessly, admiring the scenery. Unconsciously, he came to the depths of the private house - the courtyard where Xiaodie is located.
Xiaodie was carrying Nangong Mistress on her back, sitting on the stone bench in the yard, playing with the little rabbit wood carving in her hand.
Nangong Shunv was a little annoyed: Why are you here again
Just as she was about to leave here before she was discovered, Xiaodie turned around without warning, and saw Nangong Shun's eyes burst with joy, she stood up clutching the wood carving: "Sister!"
Nangong Shunv sighed softly: It is not rude to come and go. Although I have no feelings for this girl, it is not good to leave.
The two deaf and mute maids followed Xiaodie closely to the Nangong Shunv. Xiaodie rarely denied her birth: "Have you eaten lunch yet?"
Nangong Shunv shook her head. With such a big incident in the palace, how could there be time to eat
Xiaodie patted a maid and made a "eat" gesture. The latter nodded and took orders. There was a trace of doubt in Nangong Shun's eyes: "Your two servants..."
Xiaodie: "They can't hear and can't speak. Usually no one talks to me." After speaking, she curled her lips aggrieved.
The doubts in Nangong Shunv's eyes deepened: Why did Qi Yan arrange such two people to serve a concubine who was pregnant with Liujia? Seeing her body seems to be about to give birth, aren't you afraid of accidents
Xiaodie pulled Nangong Mistress's sleeve: "Is my sister here to sit?"
Nangong Shu's beautiful brows frowned, and she couldn't bear to be harsh on Xiaodie's clear eyes, so she had to follow.
Xiaodie sat opposite Nangong Mistress, a little embarrassed, showing a shy smile from time to time.
Nangong Concubine was silent. She wanted to see what this "concubine Ji" intended. This time she was wearing a palace dress. Couldn't the other party see it
Xiaodie pursed her lips, and pushed the little rabbit woodcarving in front of Nangong Shunv: "Here. This..., um... for my sister."
This wood carving is Xiaodie's favorite, and she usually puts it by the pillow even when she sleeps. No one can touch it except Qi Yan and her.
It's no wonder Xiaodie is like this, Qi Yan protects her so well, and in order to keep the secret, she has specially hired two deaf and mute women to serve her. Xiaodie was trapped in this yard all day long, and there was no one to speak to except Qi Yan. Besides Qi Yan, the second "normal person" she saw was a woman. Xiaodie told her The impression is very good, and I want to be friends with her wholeheartedly.
Sharing favorite gadgets is often the most effective way for children to make friends.
Nangong Shunv glanced at the wood carving, but she was calm on the surface, but a wave of waves arose in her heart: She had already seen that the girl in front of her was mentally different from ordinary people.
When she met Xiaodie's expectant gaze, she felt compassion.
Nangong Shunv: "Thank you, I like it very much."
Xiaodie smiled brightly, and her slightly dark face made her teeth even whiter. The beautiful sister in front of her received her gift, and they were friends.
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On the other hand, the atmosphere in the bedroom was a little dignified.
Nangong Jingnu informed Qi Yan of the imperial decree of Concubine Hui's death and the calamity of witchcraft. She only told what she had seen, and said nothing about those creepy speculations.
Qi Yan listened to Nangong Jingnu's story quietly, her eyes darkened.
She looked at Nangong Jingnu and asked, "Your Highness also thinks this is the case?"
Nangong Jingnu's breathing stagnated: Sure enough, Qi Yan's thoughts are the same as her own!
"I… want to hear your opinion."
Nangong Jingnu thought that Qi Yan would definitely refuse, and she would only speak when she promised to keep it a secret for him.
Qi Yan took a deep breath and replied calmly: "According to the minister's opinion, there must be a hidden meaning in this matter. Even if there is a witchcraft disaster, there is no possibility that the perpetrator is Hui... Concubine."
Nangong Jingnv sniffed: "You mean someone put the blame on Concubine Hui? Then why didn't the royal father investigate? We can all figure out things..."
Qi Yan hooked the corner of her mouth, her expression a little cold: "His Royal Highness... Is it unexpected? Or do you not want to think deeply?"
Nangong Jingnv's heart was already cold, she forced herself to ask, "What do you mean..."
Qi Yan: "Looking at the entire harem, how many people can know the birthday of His Majesty? Besides, His Royal Highness has been dead for more than a year, and he still has a witch puppet... It's always a bit too much to hide."
Nangong Jingnu looked away: "I don't believe this, witchcraft is a sorcerer, and the emperor cannot use it on himself!"
Qi Yan lowered her eyes: "How does Your Highness know that the doll is written with His Majesty's birthday? Have you seen it? I am afraid that only His Majesty has seen it?"
Nangong Jingnu's eyes widened, Qi Yan's inference seemed to be more in line with the facts, and it also effectively explained her previous doubts.
Nangong Jingnu: "How come... The second brother and the fourth brother are the flesh and blood of the father!"
Qi Yan raised her eyes and looked at Nangong Jingnu calmly: "I am detained in this four-way place, and I can only see a corner of the sky when I raise my eyes... Why don't you ask yourself, Your Highness?"
Nangong Jingnu shuddered, and there was a feeling of being invisible.
The amber eyes in front of him seemed to be able to see through everything.
My own deliberate concealment, helpless concealment... It seems that I can't escape it.
Nangong Jingnu thought that she was not Wuxia Amon long ago, but she found that she still couldn't find Qi Yan's bottom, this almost demon-like mind...