Qing Chen was about to put down the car curtain when he vaguely heard crying and begging from nearby. She looked strangely, and it turned out that she was passing by King Zhan's mansion, and two people were dragging a woman to the mansion. The woman's face was familiar, and she was Fei'er, the maid who married Jin Fei.
"Stop the car." She ordered outside: "What are you going to see?"
Fei'er was struggling in the hands of two female officials in charge of the ceremonies, when she saw Princess Ling's car driving, she shouted: "Princess, help!"
Qing Chen stepped out of the luan car, frowned, and shouted in a low voice: "Let go, what's the matter?"
Seeing that it was Princess Ling, the two female officials hurriedly bowed down to salute. Fei'er threw herself in front of Qing Chen, her face full of anxiety: "Princess, for the sake of the past, please save our young lady!"
"What happened?" Qing Chen reached out to help her.
"I don't dare to disturb the concubine for a small matter in the mansion." A female official said before Fei'er.
Qing Chen glanced at the female officer lightly: "I'm asking Fei'er, when do I want you to answer?"
The voice was light, but there was a sense of indifference in the eyes, the female officer was slightly shocked, and dared not speak any more.
"Princess, our young lady is about to give birth, please find a way to save their mother and child!" Fei'er let go and kowtowed to Qing Chen.
"Why didn't you announce the imperial doctor?" Qing Chen asked.
"Princess...Princess is not allowed..." Fei'er was halfway through speaking, and was slapped on the face by the female officer beside her, "Nonsense, don't shut up!"
These female officials who came out of the palace were taught in the Yeting Division since childhood, and they specially admonished the maids and palace servants, and they were very harsh, Fei'er's cheeks suddenly swelled up, and she fell to the side.
"Presumptuous!" Qing Chen scolded, "How dare you do this in front of me!" Ye Tianzhan was clear in his heart, Ye Tianzhan married Wei Yan, the second daughter of the Wei family, as the princess three months ago. When she was about to give birth, Fei'er secretly used her evil hands. Fei'er was desperate to protect her master and wanted to steal out of the palace to ask for help, but was caught by the female officer in charge.
A chill ran up his spine, and Qing Chen was annoyed in his heart: "Where is His Highness the Seventh Prince?"
"His Royal Highness has been involved in court affairs, and has not returned home for several days." Fei'er choked up and cried.
"Quickly go to the palace to announce the imperial doctor, and report to the Empress Dowager and Empress about Concubine Jin's birth." Qing Chen turned around and told his attendants: "Also, please bring His Highness Seven back!"
The faces of the two female officials changed, and the matter was reported to the Queen Mother and the Empress, no one dared to do anything else, and if something happened, they would all be responsible.
The attendants went to do it immediately, Qing Chen gave the two female officials a hard look, flicked his long sleeves, and walked quickly to Prince Zhan's mansion without caring about Bi Yao's umbrella.
The leaves are rustling, the rain is knocking on the long windows, the clouds are overcast, and the darkness is disturbing.
Yin Caiqian paced around the room for a few steps, glanced at Concubine Jin's residence quietly, and finally asked, "Are you really not letting people in?"
Wei Yan leaned in front of the couch, fiddled with the hollowed-out thin rattan flower and silver incense ball beside her, without raising her head: "If you don't give her some flair, everyone in this mansion will regard her as Princess Zhan."
Yin Caiqian often came to Prince Zhan's mansion, and Concubine Jin always treated her kindly, and she couldn't bear it: "What if something happens?"
Wei Yanyang sneered: "So what? If you act softly, you will cause trouble for yourself. Just look at my sister and you will know. When you marry into the eleventh palace, you have to remember it well."
A cold wind came through the window, and Yin Caiqian's heart was slightly shuddered by the ruthlessness that flowed from her grace and grace. Since Wei Yan married into Prince Zhan's residence, she and Concubine Jin were inseparable. Concubine Jin is quite tolerant, but Wei Yan is always aggressive. If the Crown Princess was as tough as her back then, the Eastern Palace might not be in the situation it is today. She suddenly remembered why she came here today, and hurriedly said: "Brother Zhan, why hasn't he come back? Tell him for me that I won't marry His Royal Highness the Eleventh!"
Wei Yan smiled dignifiedly on her exquisite face: "Okay, don't make trouble, who can say no to the empress's edict? Besides, marrying to be the eleventh highness's concubine is a glorious family thing, why are you awkward?"
Mingyan's brocade sleeves were brushed on the table, Yin Caiqian raised her eyebrows and stood up dissatisfied: "What glory in the family? Why should I marry someone I don't like?"
"His Eleventh Highness is noble and handsome, isn't that unlikable?" Wei Yan asked.
"He is good. There are people who like him, but I don't anyway." Yin Caiqian said angrily.
Wei Yan raised her head and looked at her: "It's all done, and you still look like a child who can't grow up. There are so many young masters who come to propose marriage, you just don't like it, and you are obsessed with thinking about King Ling, As a result, my uncle was also reprimanded by the queen mother. I was born in an official family, and marriage is tied to the family's honor and disgrace, so why do you like it yourself?"
Yin Caiqian's pretty face was reddish, and an unruly figure floated in front of her eyes. She could never forget seeing him galloping into the Shenwumen that day, as if it was engraved in her heart. She turned around with a cold snort: "Why does Auntie insist on me marrying His Highness the Eleventh? You marry Brother Zhan, don't you like him?"
Wei Yan blamed: "What nonsense, how can others compare with him, which woman in Tiandu doesn't want to be his wife?"
Even so, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes. It's just that in his heart, who is it that he never forgets? The alienation in the gentleness, the loneliness in the romantic, who can make him smile sincerely? Who is the newlywed drunk on a good night? Who is standing alone looking at the moon at midnight
Even though she was so close to him, she felt so far away, and the flawless marriage was beyond anyone's care.
All the hatred in her mind turned to Concubine Jin, Wei Yan pinched the handkerchief fiercely, and the picture of a mandarin duck with a white head twisted in the spring dawn of the green sun.
The door curtain was lifted, and the female officer in charge hurried in with a panicked look: "Princess, Princess Ling sent someone to report Mrs. Jin's birth to the Queen Mother and Queen, and also sent someone to invite His Highness back to the mansion."
"What?" Wei Yan said angrily, "Princess Ling?"
"She has gone to Mrs. Jin's side." The female officer leaned over and said.
"Look!" Wei Yan stood up with a flick of her sleeves.
The rain hit the residual lotus, splashing cool waves on the water.
Qing Chen was walking to Concubine Jin's residence when Wei Yan and Yin Caiqian rushed over with a few maids.
"I don't know that the fourth sister-in-law is here, I'm not far away to welcome you!" Wei Yan stepped forward to block the way, and Jin Fei's groans could be faintly heard in the room.
Qing Chen looked at her: "Don't dare to work too hard, please let me go." Although he smiled lightly on his face, there was no warmth in his eyes, and a star in the depths was sharply approaching Wei Yan's eyes.
Wei Yan's expression changed, and she raised her eyes to see Qing Chen standing in front of the steps. In the wind and rain, the jade-colored clothes are flying lightly, and the face is like water with a high and arrogant air, like a touch of clear color in this gloomy world, elegant and dusty.
This was the woman he was so worried about, and he even called her name when he was drunk on the wedding night! Jealousy and hatred were churning in my heart, and I couldn't help but speak sharply: "Sisister-in-law didn't marry into Prince Zhan's Mansion, why bother meddling in the affairs here?"
"If I marry into Prince Zhan's Mansion, maybe you will be the one lying in pain." Qing Chen's clear eyes were filled with anger, annoyed that she was vicious, and he was merciless: "One dead body and two lives, even if you only favor seven Your Highness, can you close your eyes next to him at night?"
"How can you, an outsider, speculate on the matter between me and His Highness!" Wei Yan was furious.
Qing Chenyu's face was cold, and his voice was cold: "If something happens to sister Jin, even if His Royal Highness doesn't pursue it, I will never forgive you! Get out of the way! Do you want me to enter the palace to invite the queen mother, or the queen mother? "
"You..." Wei Yan was angry, but was held back by Yin Caiqian: "The midwife is waiting, let's sit and wait inside." He winked at Qing Chen as he spoke, as if telling her to go in quickly .
Qing Chen was taken aback, unexpectedly she came to smooth things over, but he didn't have time to think about it, and walked quickly to Jin Fei's room.
Although Yin Caiqian was glad that Qing Chen came to rescue Concubine Jin, she also had mixed feelings in her heart. Which woman in Yige City doesn't want to marry Ye Tianzhan, but she, Feng Qingchen, doesn't want to, but she wants to marry that person, but that person only has her in his heart. She waited until Jiji with great difficulty, and tried every means to coerce her father to propose marriage at Lingwang's mansion, but she only got a few polite refusals in consideration of the situation. Silver teeth gritted slightly and looked at Qing Chen's back, feeling uneasy.
The autumn wind suddenly tightened, and the dusk was heavy and dark.
Ye Tianzhan got off his horse and threw the reins to the guards, and quickly walked towards the mansion, his cloak fluttering lightly, his light armor and saber making slight noises, and he walked in a hurry.
When he arrived at the door, there was a faint cry of a baby in the room, he raised his head abruptly, his eyes were hard to distinguish between joy and sorrow.
"Your Highness, you are back!" Wei Yan stepped forward to meet him with a gentle smile, took the cloak with her own hands, and was taken aback when she saw his attire: "This is..."
"How is it?" Ye Tianzhan asked.
"From early morning until now, we have been in a hurry, and I dare not rush you back home." Wei Yan turned around and took the hot tea from the maid: "Hurry up and warm up."
"You've worked hard..." Ye Tianzhan's outstretched hand stopped suddenly, his voice stopped, and his eyes froze over her shoulder.
Wei Yan turned her head and saw Qing Chen stepping out, Ye Tianzhan's eyes were light and gentle, and they all fell on the light shadow in white clothes. Her hand holding the tea trembled slightly, but she forced a smile on her face.
Under the Qiansha lamp that was just picked up, Qing Chen supported the screen with one hand, bowed his head and ordered something to the imperial doctor. The imperial doctor wrote down respectfully, Qing Chen raised his eyes with a long sigh of relief, and met Ye Tianzhan's familiar eyes. She suddenly trembled slightly, in front of her eyes was Ye Tianzhan with a long sword on her body, military armor, and black battle robe added a rare austerity to his gentle and elegant demeanor, the whole person was like a sword in a sheath, holding the autumn cold deeply.
The 300,000 troops waited for the commander in vain, and now the dust has finally settled. The military situation is urgent, and the arrangements have been made without sleep for days, and the army will be sent north immediately.
The Emperor of Heaven taught his sons never to be biased. Since the crown prince, all the kings have never worn armor to experience the battlefield. Although not everyone is as powerful as King Ling, they are all available talents.
He also led troops to suppress barbarian bandits and suppress border defenses. Ye Tianzhan's military achievements were hidden under the reputation of being elegant and virtuous, and he was almost forgotten. The prominence of the clan behind him does not require him to exile himself to fight and wander the frontiers, he already has too much.
It was really him. Faced with this situation, Qing Chen could not say anything, and he was unwilling to say anything. She gambled with Fengyan, betting on the change of the imperial power of the celestial dynasty, the rise and fall of the Feng family's honor and disgrace, and betting that only Ye Tianling could win this war.
The bones are buried in the green tombs on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times. If she wins, will she accompany Ye Tianzhan with everything, even her life
But she can't lose no matter what.
Qing Chen's brows were deeply furrowed, and the reproaches that had been accumulated in his heart stopped on his lips. The two-way clear eyes in front of her are now faintly red, as if she has not slept all night and is very tired.
"Congratulations, Your Highness, mother and child are safe." Qing Chen finally said softly.
Ye Tianzhan came back to his senses: "Oh, I'm sorry."
Qing Chen smiled, and turned to look at Wei Yan. Wei Yan lowered her head to hide the turbulent expression in her eyes, bowed down, and her voice was soft like the most docile wife: "Congratulations, Your Highness! I have already ordered Shiquan soup to be prepared. Sister Jin has worked hard in childbirth and needs to nourish her talents." yes."
Ye Tianzhan nodded and smiled softly: "You still have the heart."
The rain has stopped and the wind is rustling.
"The concubine will retire first." Wei Yan saluted gracefully, the palace lantern cast light and dark shadows on her face, only a little bit of red lips could be seen.
The exhaustion of the whole day suddenly hit, and the faint pain in her heart made Qing Chen unable to distinguish right from wrong. She stabilized her mind and walked outside before Wei Yan: "It's getting late, Your Highness, go in!" Look, I say goodbye."
The dark clouds have not dissipated, and the sky is still gloomy and oppressive. It was the coolness brought by the desolate autumn wind, which relieved the stagnation in my heart.
Qing Chen stood exhaustedly leaning on the railing for a while, the golden needle in his hand pricked his palm slightly through the soft satin.
The life that descended from the busyness is the noble blood of the Tian family, and it bears such entangled grievances and grievances before seeing this world. Is life joy or sorrow
In the palace of the Prince Zhan, his gentleness like a spring breeze has won the hearts of many women. They were crazy about him, but he let them be crazy, let them be crazy.
Passionate is always hurt by ruthlessness.
Looking up, the Xianyu Lake in my memory, which is full of green leaves, is hidden in the darkening sky, with broken branches and leaves falling into the water.
There was a slight sound of boots behind him, and after a while of silence came a gentle voice: "Qing Chen."
Qing Chen turned his head and saw Ye Tianzhan standing behind him, his handsome Fengshen against the background of his military uniform was extremely familiar but unfamiliar.
Relatively speechless, since she married into Prince Ling's Mansion, she has never seen her alone. At the moment in front of him, Qing Chen seemed to have returned to a long time ago, near the Xianyu Lake, watching Ye Tian's blue shirt suavely, smiling lightly.
That smile is very much like Li Tang's, it arouses all kinds of emotions, but it dispels the haze of pain, the warm wind blows on the face, and the thick shade of summer floods into my heart layer by layer.
In the silence, Ye Tianzhan's eyes fell on the golden needle in Qing Chen's hand, and finally he spoke first: "Your medical skills are getting better and better."
Qing Chen smiled lightly. If it was later, Jin Hui might be in serious danger. She was glad that she had learned medical skills and could save lives. "Sister Jin is seriously injured and needs to be nursed carefully. The womb has been injured, and it is still very weak. The imperial doctors in the palace are only average. You might as well ask someone to ask the old doctor Zhang Dingshui from Muyuan Hall to see him. His medical skills are amazing. My golden needle technique just won him. It’s just a bit of teaching.”
"Well, I see." Ye Tianzhan agreed.
After saying these two sentences, Qing Chen suddenly seemed to have nothing to say. Seeing his figure in armor and sword half hidden in the twilight of the long sky, the bitterness in his throat was actually sour.
"I'll lead the troops tomorrow." Ye Tianzhan stood a step away and stared at her with jade-like eyes, revealing a quiet contradiction.
"There's not much time, go in and be with her." Qing Chen said in a low voice.
"You seem to only be thinking about Jin Hui, and you are eager to push me towards her." Ye Tianzhan said silently.
"You should miss her more than I do." His expression was hidden in the twilight, and there was a faint sadness in Qing Chen's brows and eyes: "You married her, why did you let her be wronged like this? It's her husband, she relies on you so much, you should protect her well."
Ye Tianzhan seemed to be stunned: "What?" He frowned involuntarily.
Qing Chen looked into her eyes: "At least, when she needs you the most, you should be by her side. Instead of letting others almost kill her."
A sharp light flashed in Ye Tianzhan's eyes, he looked at Qingchen, but immediately returned to a tired calm, "I was negligent." The words were a little self-deprecating, as if after that moment of shock, everything was insignificant.
"Sister Jin, if there is something wrong with her, I might hate you." Qing Chen turned around and walked down the steps, took two steps, and finally turned around, looking at him deeply: "The battlefield is dangerous, you...be careful. "
Ye Tianzhan closed his eyes slightly, and his usual clear smile slowly appeared on his face: "I am very happy to see you before I leave."
A simple sentence caused warm tears to rush into his eyes, Qing Chen suddenly turned around to avoid him: "Take care." Flicking his long skirt, he walked away quickly.
The gate of Prince Zhan's Mansion suddenly became so far away, and the discomfort in his chest gradually came, and the world became darker and darker, spinning.
"Qing Chen!" Ye Tianzhan's anxious voice came, Qing Chen staggered, couldn't stand firmly, and fell into his protection: "What's wrong with you?"
Holding his hand until the dizziness finally passed, Qing Chen shook his head: "It's okay, I'm just tired, I want to go home."
Alone and homeless, what she said a long time ago in Prince Zhan's mansion suddenly recalled so clearly, something was pulled from the bottom of her heart, slowly and painfully. Ye Tianzhan took a deep breath. After all, he couldn't keep her and took her as his home.
But his hand still supported Qing Chen firmly: "I'll take you back."
Qing Chen gently let go of his hand: "There are people who need you more than I do. Since you marry them, treat them well."
There must be something hateful about a poor person. A hateful person struggles with love, resentment, hatred, and hatred. Isn't it pitiful
Ye Tianzhan froze slightly, watching Qing Chen turn around and disappear into the thickening night.