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Surrounded by all the girls, Lin Lang returned to the Jinghua Palace.
"Sister, where have you been?"
Emperor Jingwen, who had been waiting early, immediately greeted her happily, hooked her wrist, and looked aggrieved. Different from the aggressive and handsome appearance of the Yan family father and son, the emperor's brows are clear and handsome. Due to his frailty, his face is always blood-stained, and even his lips are very pale.
"The scenery outside is beautiful, and I was fascinated by it before I knew it." Lin Lang took his finger, which was cold and couldn't keep warm, and asked someone to take a cloak over. Emperor Jingwen didn't take it seriously, but obediently put it on, as if thinking of something, he pulled people and ran outside excitedly.
On the way, he also covered Lin Lang's eyes mysteriously.
"What are you doing?"
"I'll know when my sister goes."
When she reached her destination, Linlang's cold palms were removed from her eyelids, she blinked her eyelashes, and slowly opened her eyes, adapting to the light outside.
The peach trees are growing prosperously, and the branches are decorated with bright pink. A brand-new colorful rope swing is gently rippling with the breeze, with a red ribbon tied on it, adding a bit of the exquisiteness of the daughter's house.
"You did it?" the beauty in palace costume asked with her head tilted.
A silver peacock hairpin was inserted slantingly into her temple. The bright green color was like the greenery of the distant mountains after the rain, which made her skin more beautiful than snow and her lips like pomegranate.
Emperor Jingwen was a little shy, and hooked his chin with his little finger uncomfortably, "This is my first time making a swing, sister, don't be disgusted."
Before he finished speaking, his hand was spread by Lin Lang, and the other party caressed the small wound between his fingers, "Does it hurt?"
Emperor Jingwen was stunned randomly.
How many years had he heard such words
From the moment he was born, his mother and concubine died of dystocia. The aloof father and emperor hated this Kemu's son and regarded him as a disaster star and ignored him. If it wasn't for the fact that the three princesses were favored a little bit, I'm afraid his life in the palace would be worse than that of a eunuch. Even so, those concubines still refused to let him go and drugged him with vicious drugs.
Who would have thought that Feng Shui would take turns, and he would become the biggest winner, ascending to the position of Ninth Five-Year Master.
But so what if he became a winner, he was just lingering on his last breath, carefully living his life under the eyes of the courtiers.
No one ever asked him what he liked, and no one cared how he really felt.
What they need is the emperor of a dynasty, nothing more.
"Why are you crying? Are you uncomfortable?" Lin Lang held his face, who was only half a head taller than her, as thin as a kitten.
Emperor Jingwen hurriedly wiped his eyes with his sleeve, they were red and very cute, he snorted, "Sister, go up and try, I'll push you!"
Lin Lang sat on the swing as he wished.
The other party immediately became happy and gently pushed her back.
Lin Lang played for a while, and suddenly made a stop gesture. She stood on the board with her skirt in her hand, and called Emperor Jingwen to come up, "Come on, let's play together."
The young emperor was excited at first, but just as he was about to climb up, he thought of something and couldn't help hesitating. He secretly glanced at the maids and eunuchs serving beside him, shook his head at Lin Lang, and the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed. down.
"Don't be afraid." The beauty in red stretched out her hand towards him, "My sister is here."
In a word, strangeness soothed his timid heart.
Amid the old eunuch's disapproving expression, Emperor Jingwen plucked up the courage to hold Lin Lang's hand, and stood crookedly on the swing.
Lin Lang recruited a few more powerful young eunuchs and asked them to push the board behind.
"Wow-"
The colorful rope swing was thrown high into the sky, and Emperor Jingwen couldn't help screaming, holding Lin Lang's sleeve tightly with one hand.
"is it fun?"
"Fun!"
His face flushed with excitement.
"Then higher! Higher!"
"elder sister!"
Emperor Jingwen had never played so crazy before. When he went down, his feet were soft and his voice was unreasonably hoarse. Even though he was sweating profusely from exhaustion, he held Lin Lang in his arms and refused to let go. His eyes were shining, and the sky was full of starlight.
"Sister, I want to play next time!" He pestered her coquettishly.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Lin Lang brushed the young man's messy hair with her fingernails, and coaxed, "But let's take a break now, shall we? Be obedient and take a bath first, you're fuming my sister."
His fair face was blushing, his eyeballs seemed to seep out mist, he looked at her several times reluctantly, and then followed the old eunuch who was in charge of his diet to the hot spring pool.
The old eunuch drooped his eyelids, doing his own thing meticulously.
Emperor Jingwen bowed his head with some guilty conscience, and soaked his body in the warm spring water.
This old eunuch is from his mother and concubine's side. He has watched him grow up since he was a child. It can be said that Emperor Jingwen's ability to survive in the cannibalistic court to this day is inseparable from the old eunuch's careful advice. What the old man has always been worried about is that he failed to let Emperor Jingwen escape the poisonous plot. In the days to come, the old eunuch regarded Emperor Jingwen even more strictly, for fear that he would knock him down.
"I have something to say, I have to say it." The old eunuch said in a deep voice.
"Uncle, tell me, I'm listening." Emperor Jingwen replied seriously. He never regarded the old eunuch as an eunuch. In the most difficult days, he and the old eunuch lived together. He always remembered that when he had a high fever, it was the old eunuch who knelt in front of the study in the heavy rain and begged his father to let him go. The imperial doctor came to see him.
He relies more on the loyal old eunuch than his own sister, the third princess.
"Your Majesty can no longer be so willful."
The old eunuch glanced at the red rope Jade Buddha on his neck. It was obtained by Lin Lang from the White Horse Temple. Emperor Jingwen wore it very dearly and never left his body.
"To put it bluntly, since the old slave served His Majesty, the old slave has treated His Majesty like an eyeball. Last year, His Majesty said that he wanted to see the scenery of Saibei, and it was the old slave who risked his beheading to help His Majesty deceive the courtiers. If Let the Duke of the country know that sooner or later the old slave will be skinned and roasted on the fire, and he will not be able to reincarnate even if he dies."
"Uncle—" Emperor Jingwen hurriedly interrupted him, "What are you talking about? I will never tell anyone!"
Last year he did one of the craziest things in his life, that is, he sneaked out by himself while Duke Yan was going to conquer Beidi.
He made this decision a little recklessly and in a hurry, but he didn't regret it.
Looking back on the short half of his life, he was trapped in the Golden Jade Emperor City, raised like a disabled person, and his physical ailments tortured him all the time. Sometimes, he would rather that he never came to the world. Otherwise, what's the point of going through this life in vain
But now he is very glad that he survived, if not, how could he meet his sister
My sister is a very good person. She never looked at him with that kind of pity, sympathy and indignation. Instead, she encouraged him to do what he liked.
He paints, writes poems, trims flowers and plants, and even makes some very childish carpentry stuff. She quietly accompanies him, occasionally reaching out to touch his head, bending his crescent eyes, and saying, our handsome Son is capable.
That alone made him extremely happy.
In the past six months, he lived happily and recklessly. It turns out that life has another look, wrapped in thick sweetness, which makes him look forward to tomorrow before going to sleep.
But the old eunuch couldn't understand Emperor Jingwen's emotions, so he sighed, "Of course, this old servant believes in His Majesty. But Your Majesty, you really can't let the Empress let go any longer. Your body relies on ginseng to survive. If you keep messing around with your empress, sooner or later—”
The rest of the words were not finished, but the meaning was clear to both of them.
After a long time, Emperor Jingwen said in a low voice, "My sister didn't mess around. If it wasn't for my sister, I'm afraid you will see my dead body when you come back from Saibei. Of course I know my situation well. This broken body won't last How long has it been. I’ve lived so tired these years, I don’t want to think about this life before I die, and I don’t even have the slightest laugh. Uncle, it’s the end, just let Jun’er go happily, okay? "
The old eunuch said nothing.
In the dark of night, there are two red-crowned cranes standing in front of Jinghua Palace, with a luminous pearl in their mouths, fluttering their wings like flying, floating like immortals. A thin crocodile twirled tent hangs beside the shelf bed carved with cloud and dragon patterns, and the scene inside is half hidden, creating an ambiguous and charming atmosphere under the candlelight.
Emperor Jingwen was lying on Lin Lang's lap with his half-wet hair loose, and Lin Lang was picking out his ears for him with a focused expression.
He looked sideways at her eyebrows and eyes, so gentle that he was in a mess. Belatedly, he stroked the man's face with his fingertips until the man looked over in amazement. He didn't know where the courage came from. He asked in a strange way, "Sister, do you like me?"
Just like that day, he said, then I want you.
Except for the three princesses, Emperor Jingwen had no contact with other women, and the shadow of being poisoned by his concubine was always hovering in his heart, like a poisonous thorn, piercing him with blood, and he had a serious distrust of women.
But strangely enough, he didn't feel that way about his sister at all.
He didn't know if this was love at first sight in the storybook, but he just had a firm thought: Well, there's no need to look for it, it's her.
Emperor Jingwen didn't even know that this was the second time he had seen Lin Lang.
The first time was at the palace banquet at the end of the year. He had a low fever and was groggy all over. He could only rely on the old eunuch to support him, and finally survived until the end of the banquet. In a vague way, he faintly heard the woman next to Duke Yan talking, it was a very comfortable and pleasant voice.
At that time, he was thinking that if he wanted to get married in the future, he would also find a girl who spoke nicely.
"Why do you ask like that all of a sudden?" Lin Lang tilted her body slightly, a few strands of hair were hanging down on his skirt, and the young man caught them and wrapped them around his hands to play with.
"Because I haven't been liked before, I want to know what it's like." He is like a child, cutting his heart innocently and sincerely, and his pale face is dyed with a light red tide of emotion.
"Is that so..."
She was thoughtful.
Immediately afterwards, his cheek was brushed.
A soft, warm kiss was bestowed on the emperor's forehead.
He was dazed for a moment, and his black eyes immediately became watery, like black jade washed after the rain, transparent and clear.
Sister, can Jun'er like you
Lin Lang heard him mutter a little, but couldn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"
Emperor Jingwen blinked his eyes, "I was thinking, my sister's birthday is coming soon, what should I give my sister, so that my sister will be happy."
Lin Lang chuckled, "Anything is fine, as long as it's from you, swings, paper kites, puppets, seals, I don't choose."
"Then...then I'm going to give my sister a big, big gift." He made an exaggerated gesture, as if he was hugging a huge monster, and said proudly, "When the time comes, I will definitely surprise my sister and make me so happy that I can't find it." to the north."
"Okay, then I'm looking forward to it."
Lin Lang scratched his nose, "Turn over and switch to the other side."
After turning over, Emperor Jingwen could no longer see anyone. He quietly looked at the tears of burning red candles on the carved table through the silk.
"elder sister."
"What's wrong?"
"Um... no, nothing."
On Jiachen in the fourth month of summer, the emperor died.
This sick emperor has been a string puppet since he came up, but in the end he was caught off guard and ruthlessly threw all his ministers together.
He left a piece of imperial edict, which was given to the empress.
The whole world was shocked by the deviation from the scriptures.
During the national mourning period, Lin Lang received the last letter written by the young emperor in the emperor's mourning hall.
He said, sister, I'm sorry, next time, next time Jun'er can't play with you on the swing. But you don't have to worry, I will give you all the mountains and rivers. In this way, there will be many people vying to play with you on the swing, and you will never be lonely.