Boundless falling trees
Qi Yan's mind exploded with a "bang", and she saw Nangong Jingnu's slightly trembling eyelashes and a slightly anxious expression.
The heart was pounding, and the eyes were full of only the girl who was lying on her body. It was the first time that the two of them would only stick to this dryly, as if they were still.
Nangong Jingnu felt that the other party's lips seemed to be softer than expected, and she naughty rubbed her head up shyly.
Qi Yan was suddenly enlightened, her body moved first, she raised her hand and clasped the back of Nangong Jingnu's head and pressed her down again, her lips twitched gently and dawdled.
A numb feeling came from the lips of the two to the bottom of their hearts. I don't know who realized the trick first, and after a while, the two of them kissed selflessly.
Qi Yan buckled Nangong Jingnu's waist and turned around, successfully pressing it under her body.
At this moment, she completely forgot her mission, and after 11 years of repression, her heart was suddenly cracked open, and deep emotions poured out, no longer being controlled by reason.
I don't know which one's tongue touched the other's lips first, Nangong Jingnu snorted, and a pair of lotus-shaped arms wrapped around Qi Yan's neck.
The cuffs slipped, revealing the white and delicate skin...
Qi Yan's breathing became heavy and rapid, and a pair of hands slid around Nangong Jingnu's waist.
Suddenly, she thought of a question: she was a man in the eyes of the other party...
It was like a basin of cold water poured down on the head, extinguishing all the fires, and the emotions that poured out of the cracks instantly turned into ice.
He is just a liar in disguise, his gender is fake, and even Qi Yan doesn't exist.
Nangong Jingnu slowly opened her eyes, and Qi Yan's heart ached when she looked at her misty eyes.
The moist red lips parted lightly: "What's wrong?" The voice was lazy, like a cat stretched out in the sun.
Nangong Jingnu caught the panic in Qi Yan's eyes, and tightened her arm around Qi Yan's neck.
Qi Yan got up and failed, and called out, "Your Highness?"
Nangong Jingnu's cheeks were blushing, she looked at Qi Yan for a long time and said softly, "I like it very much."
"Your Highness..."
Nangong Jingnu had a lot to say, but after all, this was her first experience, and these four words made her shy.
"Sir..."
Nangong Jingnu's index finger touched Qi Yan's lips: "Don't say anything, I have a headache, sleep with me for a while."
"it is good."
…
Qi Yan stayed in Princess Zhen Zhen's mansion for five consecutive days. On the third day, she took the initiative to resign, but Nangong Jingnu used various reasons to stay for another two days.
Although they slept in the same place every night for the past five days, they never did anything like Meng Lang again.
The news that the princess' mansion had been hung with red lights for several days quickly spread within the royal family, and Nangong Shun secretly sighed in relief: It seems that her words are not in vain, Qi Yan is still a caring person after all.
The other imperial heirs who came to the birthday banquet secretly wondered: Could it be that their little sister really has some kind of strange collection habit? Can she win her favor with just a piece of used old ink
On the fifth day, even Qiu Ju persuaded Nangong Jingnu that it was time to let the concubine go back to the house.
Although this dynasty has abolished the emcee aunt of the various prefectures, as a female official in charge, she should also play a certain persuasive role.
The harmony between the princess and the consort Jinse is naturally a good thing, but after all, Her Royal Highness is a woman, and if it goes on like this, I don't know what kind of assertion the Yan Guan will write.
Throughout the dynasties, there were many invisible shackles that imprisoned women, even if they were princesses.
It was rare for Qi Yan and Qiu Ju to reach a consensus, and it was not easy for Nangong Jingnu to stay. However, he loaded the reward he received on his birthday into a carriage and asked Qi Yan to bring it back to the Concubine's Mansion.
…
As the days passed, it seemed that the peace of the past had returned.
Nangong Rang, who was seriously ill, reappeared in the court, and a few days later, the courtiers from all walks of life brought up the old affairs again - Guoben.
The second prince, Nangong Wei, had the highest voice. Of course, there were also a very small number of old children who advocated that the eldest son should be established without a direct descendant.
For the first time, the first prince, Nangong Ping, who was unknown, appeared in the sight of courtiers.
Even Nangong Jingnu, who has never asked about the political affairs, heard the wind and told Qi Yan about it as a bedtime talk.
Qi Yanpin came up with the clue: This seemingly peaceful court is finally going to be windy.
Nangong Ping came from a humble background and had no power in the court. There must be an article behind her sudden appointment. If she expected it well, it must have something to do with her strategy for the third prince, Nangong Wang...
The ninth year of Jingjia, December 15th.
Everything in the capital was desolate, and even the flowers in the back garden of the Princess Mansion, which were covered with warm jade, couldn't stand the cold and withered one after another.
Qi Yan was playing chess with Nangong Jingnv in the inner hall, and halfway through the chess game was when she was anxious.
Nangong Jingnu had a black spot between her fingertips and had been taking the test for a quarter of an hour.
With a "bang", the door of the main hall was pushed open, and Qiu Ju, who was always calm, broke in...
The startled sunspot drew a circle on the chessboard, just right on the dead eye.
Nangong Jingnu frowned slightly: "What happened? You're in a panic."
Qiu Ju quickly came to Nangong Jingnv's side and knelt down: "His Royal Highness forgive me, someone has come from the palace."
Qi Yan's eyes sank, she subconsciously looked away, and put the chess piece back into the chess box.
Qiu Ju: "Your Majesty urgently summons, His Royal Highness Xuan Concubine and Concubine Consort enter the palace immediately."
Nangong Jingnu suddenly stood up: "What happened!?" Nangong Rang's body began to bounce back and forth for a while, could it be
Qiu Ju bit her mouth and said, "The slave-maid dared to ask, and the father-in-law who passed the decree said... His Royal Highness the eldest prince... passed away."
Nangong Jingnu was stunned, as if reflecting who Nangong Ping was.
"Ben Gong... I understand."
Nangong Jingnu mentioned the hem of the palace dress and was about to go out, but Qi Yan didn't hold her back: "Your Highness... Let's change to a simple and elegant palace dress and remove the ornaments on your head."
"Yes, if you don't say that this palace is almost negligent, Qiu Ju is changing clothes for this palace."
Qi Yan went to Xiyuan to change into a black palace dress, and the two got on the carriage that entered the palace together.
Nangong Jingnv was a little lost, looking at the street that was overlooked out of the window and murmured: "Big... Huangxiong, it seems that he is only eleven years older than this palace."
Although the tone was not too heavy, Qi Yan could still hear a touch of sadness.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of the palace and the two changed to a sedan chair, and the waiter directly carried the sedan chair and walked towards the harem.
Nangong Jingnu asked, "Where is this going?"
"Go back to Your Highness, Your Majesty has a decree: Your Highnesses enter the palace and go directly to the Ganlu Palace."
Nangong Jingnu nodded clearly: Ganlu Palace is the palace of the good concubine Ma, and the first prince Nangongping's mother-in-law is not qualified to live in the main hall, and has always lived in the side hall of Ganlu Palace.
Concubine Ma is the sister of the Empress Yuan, and also the biological mother of the sixth prince Nangong Lie. Nangong Jingnu often went to Ganlu Palace when she was a child, but she did not seem to have seen Li Zhaorong a few times in her memory.
Nangong Jingnu was a little puzzled: the eldest prince has no palace in the inner court, why didn't he stay in his own house
After getting off the sedan chair, although the white banners were not hung in Ganquan Palace, all the bright-colored palace lanterns were taken off.
Nangong Jingnu whispered to Qi Yan, "Stand behind me for a while, don't talk too much, and don't look around."
"Yes."
…
It was not until the side hall that there was a little sad atmosphere. There were two white paper lanterns hanging at the door, and the ink marks of the word "Dian" on them were still very new. I think the lanterns were newly made.
Nangong Jingnv paused outside the hall door, sighed faintly and stepped sideways into the hall.
But he didn't see Nangongping's coffin, and the chamberlain explained in a low voice, "Please move your Highness to the side hall..."
Hearing this, Nangong Jingnu's heart surged again with a trace of sadness. Her impression of the emperor's brother was already very vague, and she could only vaguely remember his few words, as if there was still a beard on her lips.
Because of Li Zhaorong's low status, according to the etiquette of the Wei Kingdom: even if he lives in the side hall, he cannot stop in the main hall, so as not to run into the empress.
After walking another dozen steps, the suppressed cries were faintly heard, making Nangong Jingnu's heart twitch.
When Empress Ma passed away, she was too young to remember anything. This was the first time in real meaning.
The side hall is not big, and it gets more crowded once a coffin is parked.
A gray-haired woman was standing beside the coffin in plain clothes, holding a plain white handkerchief over her mouth, and the shrill cries came out.
Qi Yan's deep eyes were silent, and she lightly swept over the dark coffin and the heartbroken Li Zhaorong. This was the first life the Nangong royal family paid back to the grassland!
At this moment, she had imagined countless times, she thought she would feel some long-lost joy, but she did not want to be so peaceful.
Maybe Nangongping's weight is too light, just like his name, it is not enough to stir up her joy.
A brazier was placed in front of the coffin, and a woman and two little boys knelt by the side, wiping their tears and throwing gold daggers into the brazier.
In the inner courtyard of the deep palace, even the people closest to Nangong Ping did not dare to cry.
The three princes under Nangong Ping all came, and they were standing in a row by the window. Nangong Jingnu came to the coffin, hesitated for a moment, and decided to bow and worship.
The dead are bigger, there is no need to care about so much...
But she found that not even a futon was set up under her feet, she turned her head and glanced at the three imperial brothers, the expressions of the three were light, and there was no sadness.
Nangong Jingnu said in a low voice, "Bring two futons."
Nangong Ping's wife Zhao Shi was horrified: "This... Her Royal Highness does not need to do this, just give a salute."
Nangong Jingnu sighed softly and bowed in a salute.
She glanced in the direction of the coffin, not having the courage to go forward.
Qi Yan said in a low voice, "Celebrate Your Highness, come down and pay homage."
Nangong Ping's face was glowing with a faint blue color, Qi Yan deeply imprinted the remains in his mind, raised his arms and bowed to Li Zhaorong, and retreated to Nangong Jingnu's side.
Nangong Rang didn't come, the five people stood in a row by the window with their pestles standing in a row, and Li Zhaorong's suppressed cries lingered.
Outside the window, a gust of cold wind blew and took away a whimper.