Clear and Muddy Loss of Love

Chapter 77

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Love and hate will hurt yourself first

After a while, Nangong Jingnu opened her eyes a little, and seeing that Qi Yan seemed to have fallen asleep, she opened her eyes and looked at her secretly.

This life is so delicate, the contours of the facial features are deep, tough and a little soft.

She was amazed that night on the big wedding night. She thought she should get used to it after being with her for so long, but she didn't want to keep her eyes open the more she looked...

Qi Yan suddenly called out, "Your Highness?"

Nangong Jingnu closed her eyes immediately and didn't answer.

"It's rare for His Highness to wake up so early, why don't you go to the study room to read in the morning?"

Nangong Jingnu will pretend to be asleep to the end, almost snoring.

Qi Yan sat up: "I know that Your Highness is not asleep."

Nangong Jingnu opened her eyes and said angrily, "I was also woken up by you when I fell asleep!"

Qi Yan said firmly, "Your Highness's breathing can still be distinguished when he is asleep."

This sentence fell into the ears of Nangong Jingnu with a different charm, and she sat up resignedly.

I don't know since when, my temper has been pinched by Qi Yan...

When they came to the study, Qi Yan took out a thin book from the bookshelf and handed it to Nangong Jingnu: "Your Highness has made rapid progress, and it is time to move on to the next stage. From now on, read this book by heart and memorize it, and then explain the meaning. "

Nangong Jingnu pouted, the handwriting in the book was familiar to her: "You wrote this?"

"I have selected one of the rare ancient scrolls bestowed by Your Majesty, which is suitable for His Highness to study now, and transcribe it and read it together with His Highness."

Nangong Jingnu turned a few pages. The last time I saw Qi Yan's writing was on the New Year's Day, but after a few months, this person's handwriting has improved again: the stroke of the brush has disappeared a little gracefully, and it has become a little more calm and heavy.

It is not difficult to see how serious he was when he wrote these words. The pages of the book were made of ordinary rice paper and there were no hidden grids, but the spacing of each word was the same, and it was pleasing to the eye with just a cursory glance.

Nangong Jingnu unconsciously showed a sweet smile, tilted her head and asked, "How many words are in this book?"

Qi Yan replied without hesitation: "Twenty thousand whole."

Nangong Jingnu raised her eyebrows: "Remember so clearly?"

"My teacher once said: You can read thousands of volumes, and you can write like a god. The reason why Your Highness finds it difficult to do is because you don't have enough accumulation on weekdays. Fortunately, Your Highness is talented and smart, just memorize dozens of books..."

"Dozens of copies?!"

Qi Yan's eyes flickered, and she said seriously: "With the accumulation of these 'millions of words', His Highness will definitely be able to speak out into chapters and be at a loss for words."

Nangong Jingnu was like a deflated ball, her chin resting on the desk with a bitter face: "More than a million? It's hard for this palace to read, and I have to memorize it?"

"As the so-called drop of water is worn by stone, this minister urges His Highness to recite some of it every day, and it will be completed one day."

Qi Yan stared straight at Nangong Jingnu's eyes, her deep eyes seemed to suck her in.

Nangong Jingnu nodded, but felt as if she had overlooked something.

Qi Yan hooked the corners of her mouth, and the repressed tyranny in her heart was haunting again.

Only she knows: copy the book to Nangong Jingnu, and ask her to recite the deep meaning.

Nangong Rang ordered to kill 1.3 million compatriots in the grasslands. If this hatred was kept strong, he would one day fall into madness.

So Qi Yan thought of such a way to turn every compatriot's life into a character of the Wei Kingdom. I wrote it down by myself, gave it to the daughter of my enemy, and taught her to keep it firmly in my heart.

Unfortunately, one day his identity will be exposed, but before his death, he must clearly tell Nangong Jingnu the "allusion" of these words. Let these characters become her lifelong nightmares, entangled in her thoughts, words and deeds.

Like ants attached to mutton, torment her for the rest of her life, until she dies!

But... If the revenge is revenge, there is no need to tell her about it.

The long-term repression made Qi Yan's mentality unbalanced and dangerous. Hidden under the gentle face was a heart that was more cruel than the desperadoes.

This cruelty not only inflicted on the enemy, but also hurt herself.

She said it even though she knew very well that it was dangerous to say so.

Looking at Nangong Jingnu's ignorant face, what filled her heart was a lingering pleasure.

The incessant gushing of hatred has filled her heart. If she didn't vent out in this way, she didn't know what she would do.

Qi Yan stared straight at Nangong Jingnu, not only expecting the other party to comprehend a little, but also hoping to hide the sky.

This kind of behavior of starting a fire and clamoring to make the fire more ferocious is far beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

The appearance of Jiya was the last straw that broke Qi Yan's rationality. She was full of self-confidence and felt that she might die on the road of revenge for the first time...

If Nangong Rang knew her identity, she would definitely be slashed with a thousand swords, but before her body was slaughtered... She must impose this cruelty than death on the enemy's most beloved daughter!

The fingers hidden under the broad sleeves trembled slightly, and Qi Yan withdrew her gaze.

Your Highness, please wait until the end. In this case, we can all suffer less.

Qi Yan calculated fairly: the people of the Wei State killed 1.3 million compatriots in the grasslands, and the people of the Wei State killed more than 500,000 in the Battle of Qingyi.

There is still 800,000, and the life of the entire Dianli royal family, she will get it back sooner or later.

Nangong Jingnu came to Qi Yan's side at some point, holding her arm and asked nervously, "What's wrong with you? Your face is very bad..."

Just now, Nangong Jingnu saw Qi Yan's complexion instantly pale, fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, her eyes were empty, and her body was shaky.

She supported Qi Yan with worry in her eyes: Is he sick

Qi Yan gasped a few times, her eyes gradually regained focus, and she turned to watch Nangong Jingnu raise her hand and hold her left heart mouth: there was a real tingling sensation there.

"Qi Yan? Don't scare me!"

Qi Yan's face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and even her lips became pale. She panted heavily, shaking her body and hugging Nangong Jingnu into her arms.

"Bengong will let Qiu Ju pass the imperial doctor here, you wait!"

Qi Yan put her chin on Nangong Jingnu's shoulder and said weakly, "Your Highness, don't move, just give me a hug."

Nangong Jingnu wrapped around Qi Yan's waist, her delicate body trembling: "What's wrong with you? Does it hurt somewhere? Is it okay to pass the imperial doctor?"

Qi Yan's eyes warmed: "Will Your Highness memorize all these millions of words?"

"When is it, you still say this!?"

"Your Highness?"

"It's all about Ben Gong's back, don't scare me like that, okay?"

Qi Yan let out a powerless sigh, hugged Nangong Jingnu and closed her eyes, a little wetness oozing from the corners of her eyes.

The morning reading did not go on, Nangong Jingnu called the servant to carry Qi Yan back to the main hall.

The servants in the mansion were shocked: The concubine was fine in the morning, why did she suddenly become so ill

Qi Yan lay quietly on the bed, her face was better than when she was in the study, holding Nangong Jingnu's hand.

Nangong Jingnv ordered Qiu Ju to look for the imperial doctor, but was stopped by Qi Yan. Nangong Jingnv couldn't resist and she had to give up.

I don't know if Qi Yan is asleep, holding Nangong Jingnu's hand. The other party just let her hold it, wiped her sweat with a damp cloth from time to time, and even missed breakfast.

the other side.

Nangong Rang, who has always been known for his "diligence in administration", stopped the court for the first time more than ten years after he ascended the throne.

Baiguan waited for more than half an hour in the side hall, and Sijiu, the chief servant of the house, brought Nangong Rang's oral order: "I, I feel that the wind and cold will stop for a day."

The minister in the field, whose house does not have a few beautiful wives and family members? He knew the reason why Nangong stopped the court.

But His Majesty has always been diligent in administration, and since they said "I feel the cold", they couldn't say anything, so they had to leave together.

Usually after the court, the courtiers will discuss politics in twos and threes on the palace road in a low voice, but today it is unusually quiet.

Everyone is doing their duty in their own position, bowing their heads and saying nothing.

In the spring breeze, Nangong Rang completely changed his views on the prairie slaves, or at least on the prairie women.

Jiya gave him a wild experience that he had never had in his life. Which of the previous women was not shy and restrained, with low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye

Jiya is like a wild horse that is difficult to tame. Although it is the first time, she squeezes Nangong, who is over fifty years old, to the point of being unable to stand upright and get out of bed.

Nangong Rang let out a long sigh, stroked Jiya's smooth back with his broad palm, and said with emotion: "Renou Township, Hero Tomb, I understand."

Ji Ya Qingsi had a tired face, but she smiled charmingly, lying on Nangong Rang's chest, fiddling with Nangong Rang's delicately trimmed gray beard with her slender fingers, and softly called: "Your Majesty~, Jiya will be yours from now on. people."

"What does the beauty want from me to reward you?"

"I just want to be with your majesty forever."

Nangong made a little excited: "I... how about making you a concubine Ya

"What's the difference between Zhaoyi and Yafei? I think Zhaoyi is better."

Nangong couldn't help laughing, he loved Ji Ya Su's beauty and ignorance of the world.

Just after noon, the imperial decree of canonizing Nagusgiya as a concubine of Yafei announced to the various governments. Nangong Wang squinted his drunken eyes, knelt on the ground and said some auspicious words.

As soon as the servant left his forefoot, he rushed to the door and vomited wildly. With the pungent smell of alcohol lingering in his breath, Nangong Wang slowly straightened his waist and stumbled towards the inner hall, "missing" and knocking over the tea cup on the table.

There is a main concubine in his mansion, a side concubine, and several concubines, but Nangong Wang fell deeply the moment he saw Ji Ya! It was the first time in his lifetime that he was so worried about being so close at hand.

He got the news that the emperor did not want to let foreign women enter the palace, and Nangong Wang took care of it carefully before going to the banquet.

Nangong Ping came from a humble background, his second child was not in Beijing, and he was the eldest prince in the palace banquet.

Whether it was the status of his mother's family or his own abilities, Nangong felt that no one could surpass him.

As long as the royal father refused a little, he immediately came out and asked to marry Princess Jiya.

But... In just one night, the woman who made him fall in love at first sight, from Zhaoyi jumped from Zhaoyi to the concubine who had to salute when she saw her!