I wandered around the back mountain, but I couldn't find the place where Xian'er married her mother and guarded the tomb. I was wondering if the old emperor was fooling me, but I saw that halfway up the mountain far away, green smoke was curling up with the wind. When it rises, it can be seen very clearly. He was overjoyed, his pace quickened a lot, and he ran straight to the place where the green smoke rose.
At a distance of several tens of feet, a large bamboo forest is lush and green, and the bamboo shoots have just emerged and are growing vigorously. There is a hut built in the bamboo forest, all made of diabolo, very light and convenient. Thinking of what I saw in Longquan Village outside Hangzhou, Xian'er's mother loves green bamboo, Xian'er must be right here.
He took two steps forward, and called softly: "Xian'er, Xian'er—" The bamboo forest was empty, silent, and no one answered.
Walking to the bamboo house, he gently pushed the bamboo door, there was a soft creak, the door opened, and there was a table, two chairs, and an embroidery bed in the room, and nothing else. The room was clean and tidy, spotless, and a touch of good sandalwood was lit, and the faint fragrance came, which made people feel refreshed. Such an elegant place must have been specially cleaned up by Xian'er to commemorate her mother. Lin Wanrong nodded and looked around the house, but there was no sign of Xian'er.
There is still a lingering fragrance in the house, which means that there must be someone living here, but I don't know where this girl has gone. He went out and continued to walk into the forest. After walking for a while, he heard a clear sound of gurgling water entering his eardrums, and a clear and shallow stream appeared in front of his eyes, which actually flowed down from the mountain.
Going upstream, the first thing that catches the eye is a green mound covered with moss, nestling beside the stream spring and bamboo forest. A figure covered in white knelt on the ground with her back facing her, her fragrant shoulders trembling slightly, as if she was crying, beside her, the burnt paper was still warm.
"Xian'er—" he called softly. The woman kneeling on the ground trembled when she heard the words, and turned around hastily, a plain face appeared in front of her eyes, with beautiful slender eyebrows, clear eyes, slightly squirming cherry mouth, and crystal tears stained her cheeks, isn't it? Xian'er, who else is coming
"Xianggong—" Xian'er let out a shrill cry, and threw herself into his arms like flying, hugged his powerful body tightly, and burst into tears.
"Cry, cry." Lin Wanrong patted her shoulder lightly, his heart full of affection: "It's good to cry."
Xian'er fell into his arms, her fragrant shoulders trembling intermittently, crying like she was about to die, the rushing tears soaked the skirt of his chest.
Lin Wanrong hugged her tightly in his arms and sighed softly. She is obviously a beautiful and noble Princess Dahua, but she has witnessed a scene of human tragedy with her own eyes, and turned against her father. I don't know how she survived the hard work and heartbreak of being alone for so many years. It's really hard for this girl. Speaking of which, Sister An's and Xian'er's experiences are really similar. They both wandered around the world and lived everywhere. No wonder their master-student relationship is so close, almost surpassing her husband and me.
"Hey, why is there still a stream?" Lin Wanrong whispered in Xian'er's ear, with surprise in her tone.
Qin Xian'er raised her head and looked around, her big beautiful eyes were already red and swollen from crying, she sobbed, "Sir, what are you talking about, what stream?"
Lin Wanrong smiled and scratched the bridge of her nose, and slowly wiped away the tears on her cheeks: "If you want to keep crying, there will be a few more streams, let alone the Yangtze River and the Yellow River."
Qin Xian'er blushed, snorted, and suddenly got out of his arms, pouted and turned her head, and said softly: "What are you doing here, why don't you go to your Qingxuan?"
This girl actually still remembers what happened that day? ! It's also hard for her memory. Lin Wanrong took her little hand and said with a smile: "I don't think about anyone today, but my dear Xian'er. Xian'er, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you look more and more beautiful. Tsk tsk, look at how clear your eyes are, this little one Your mouth is so rosy, I think in a few days, you will be the most beautiful woman in the world, and I will be the husband of the most beautiful woman in the world—the number one male in the world.”
Qin Xian'er was originally a smart woman, if someone flattered her, she would not even bother to listen, but this person was not someone else, but her own hand-picked husband, when she heard his words, she was delighted, her face burst into heat, But he snorted obstinately, refused to look at him, and said: "You said so many good things to coax me, did you run into trouble with your Qingxuan and use me to have some fun? I am the most beautiful woman in the world , so where is Xiao Qing ranked?"
Lin Wanrong laughed loudly and said, "Of course you are number one—tied. Xian'er, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I've been thinking about it—don't be awkward, come on, husband. You weigh yourself to see if you are taller or shorter, fatter or thinner."
"Ah—" Qin Xian'er whispered, but it was Lin Wanrong who picked her up and turned her around in a circle. Qin Xian'er originally missed him very much, and was having trouble these days, so she desperately held back her lovesickness and did not want to see him. Seeing him today, she was surprised and delighted, so she threw herself into his arms with a groan, and let him go. up.
Putting down Xian'er's fragile and delicate body, Lin Wanrong buried her head in her hair and took a deep breath, raised her head and said with a long breath: "My Xian'er's body is getting more and more fragrant. Alas, my dear, I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you fat in some places and thin in others?"
"Where am I getting fat?" Qin Xian'er snorted, wrinkled her delicate nose, and pouted, "I think about you every day, and I finally met your face, but you called the woman I hate the most. name, can I still gain weight?"
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it is definitely a misunderstanding." Lin Wanrong laughed awkwardly, and said shamelessly: "Why don't I call her by your name when I see her in the future, so that everyone will be even .”
"You think so beautifully, I don't want you to see her." Qin Xian'er pursed her lips, and said again: "Tell me, where am I getting fat?"
"Of course I'm getting fatter." Lin Wanrong grinned, eyes fell on her plump breasts, swallowed and said, "Here, it's getting bigger again! My little boy is getting more and more perfect."
Qin Xian'er spat softly, Yu's face flushed, her heart was tight with shyness, but she proudly puffed out her chest, letting him see enough.
Lin Wanrong stretched out her claws, and was about to measure the size, but saw Qin Xian'er's eyes were red, and two lines of tears slowly dripped down.
"What's the matter, Xian'er?" He hastily changed from groping to grasping, took her little hand and said, "Aren't you happy to see your husband?"
Qin Xian'er glanced at him, and suddenly hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face: "Sir, have you forgotten me?"
"How is this possible? Xian'er, you can't wrong me. Even if I forget the sky, the earth, and the air, I can't forget my little darling Xian'er." Lin Wanrong touched his conscience and swore to the sky.
"But, you know that people are waiting for you in the palace. Why haven't you come to see me?" Qin Xian'er said, "I know, you are accompanied by two foxes, big and small, from the Xiao family. I forgot."
"Hey, Xian'er, you know that I'm a man, how can I enter the palace casually? I don't know the emperor well, if he knows that I'm here to pursue you, why don't he try to stop me? These days, I'm thinking Thinking about it at night, thinking about it sooner or later, I finally took advantage of the time when the emperor summoned me today, and used a trick to learn your whereabouts, so I came here in a hurry." Lin Wanrong said without blinking, and said silently in his heart, old man , wronged you.
"He dares?!" Qin Xian'er snorted angrily, "He promised me that as long as I return to the palace, I will give you—" She blinked, and hurriedly stopped talking.
"Give it to me? Give me what?" Lin Wanrong was startled and asked, "Xian'er, there is something I've always wanted to ask you."
"I know, you want to ask me why I returned to the palace suddenly, right?!" Qin Xian'er took a careful look at Li Yi, then lowered her head and said softly: "Master, don't be angry, I really didn't deliberately hide it from you. At the time when the master called me to Beijing urgently, I didn’t know what she was going to do. The master said to me, it would be a pity if such a great skill of yours was buried in the people. If you want to find a way to help you, just call me Go back to the palace and have a look. On the one hand, make false claims with that person to help you get ahead, and on the other hand, assassinate him—"
"Assassination?!!" Lin Wanrong gasped, and Sister An could really figure it out, asking her daughter to assassinate her father. An Biru asked Xian'er to come into the palace to help her, but to put it bluntly, she still wanted to attract the old emperor's attention and get closer to Ning Yuxi. ***, this Fox An has done so many things without telling me, and she still hasn't reported to me. Fortunately, she runs fast, otherwise, I would definitely beat her little ass to death.
"Xian'er, did you really assassinate the emperor? Could it be that you were the one who happened today—" Lord Lin opened his eyes wide, bared his teeth, and asked cautiously. With An Biru's cunning and cunning, everything is possible. Hey, this is not a joke. Let alone assassinating the emperor and punishing the nine clans, or killing the father with his own daughter, this is the greatest rebellion among rebellions.
"Don't interrupt, just listen to me first." Qin Xian'er glanced at him lightly, and said in a delicate voice, her eyes were gentle and flowing, and she was indescribably delicate and beautiful.
"Okay, okay, tell me quickly." Lin Wanrong restrained her mind and listened to Qin Xian'er continue talking.
"Master persuaded me for a few days. I thought about you and wanted to avenge my mother, so I finally agreed. The master said that my mother was buried in the bamboo forest on the back mountain of Xiangguo Temple. Come here, I will wait here. You also know that my mother and I are very similar in appearance, the man recognized me when he saw me, and he was overjoyed to take me back to the palace." Qin Xian He glanced around, as if recalling the situation that day. The person in her mouth is naturally the current Emperor Dahua, but the relationship between their father and daughter seems to have not yet recovered. [Paradise Kiss Hand Slap]
Lin Wanrong shook her head secretly when she heard this. Sister An looked down on the old emperor too much. She thought that the old emperor didn't know about Xian'er's existence, but she didn't know that the old emperor had already found out about Xian'er's life experience and appearance, and sent someone to Protect in secret. If he hadn't been worried that Xian'er's life experience would be used by King Cheng, he would have taken Xian'er into the palace long ago.
"So, you asked him to promote me as a condition for you to return to the palace?" Lin Wanrong asked with a wry smile. No wonder the old emperor's attitude changed so quickly. It turned out that it was because of Xian'er. However, with the old emperor's city mansion, if it is really to save his daughter, it only needs to promote and reuse me, there is no need to give a plaque and a house. It seems that Mr. Lin's true talents and learning have played a role, he comforted himself.
Qin Xian'er saw that he looked gloomy and was very concerned about this matter. She panicked and said hastily: "Sir, I just want to help you. In fact, with your ability, you are better than those dog officials who are mediocre and corrupt. Thousands of times and tens of thousands of times, it will be a matter of time to confer kings and worship ministers."
The matter is not so simple, it is much more complicated than this, Lin Wanrong smiled helplessly, stroked Xian'er's beautiful hair and said, "Then what happened later? Did you assassinate him later?"
Xian'er nodded and hummed, then lowered her head and said: "After I returned to the palace, I lived in the residence where my mother used to be. Originally, I wanted to wait for the opportunity to do it. Everything has been prepared, but one day I will sort out my mother's belongings. I accidentally found a letter written by my mother in the past. It turns out that my mother is, she is—”
Xian'er turned around and glanced at the green mound, weeping and couldn't continue. Lin Wanrong sighed lightly. He knew in his heart that the reason why Xian'er found the letter by chance must be the old emperor's hand and foot. Let Xian'er discover the truth by herself, which not only saves Xian'er's face, but also restores the relationship between father and daughter, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
"Then do you still hate your father?" Lin Wanrong asked softly, holding Xian'er in his arms, hugging her tightly.
Xian'er curled up in his arms like a kitten, hugged his broad shoulders, and cried: "Hate! Of course I hate him! If he didn't want to be an emperor, where would someone come to assassinate him? If not People assassinated him, how could my mother be willing to die to save him? How could I be so destitute, so many years late even in honoring my mother? I just hate him, hate him. Mr., he is not my father ,I hate him!"
Qin Xian'er became emotional, hugged him and cried bitterly, heartbroken, making people feel unbearably sad.
Lin Wanrong patted her weak shoulder lightly, but didn't know what to say. This is really a muddled account. The old emperor's pursuit of the general is not a wrong thing, but even if he had a lot of scheming, he probably would not have thought that if he wanted to be the emperor, he would become a daughter who hated him. It's really unpredictable.
Qin Xian'er cried for a while, then recovered slowly, lying in his arms and softly said: "Master, only a few people know that my mother is buried here, did he tell you to come here to find me?"
"I'll tell you about that later." Lin Wanrong stroked her soft hair, sighed and said, "Xian'er, let me ask you, you just said that the emperor came to the back mountain of Xiangguo Temple every year, and he came to do it. What? Did he build this bamboo building?"
Xian'er snorted: "My mother is dead, even if he comes here for a hundred years and builds a hundred buildings, what's the use? Can he redeem his sins?"
Lin Wanrong shook her head with a smile, and kissed her little face: "Silly girl, if love is also a sin, then we are deeply sinful."
Qin Xian'er was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said in disbelief: "Master, what are you talking about, does he have any feelings for my mother? When he was in the south of the Yangtze River in the past, he just regarded my mother as a plaything. I can't believe he will miss my mother."
"Humans are not grasses, how can they be ruthless?" Lin Wanrong sighed slightly, took her little hand and said: "The emperor is also a human being. He met your mother day and night, and gave birth to you. This is a family relationship that will never be parted." If you say that he has no feelings for your mother, I absolutely don't believe it. However, as the saint of all saints, he has deep thoughts, and he can't easily reveal anything, let alone express his feelings easily. This is a kind of depression. His price for being emperor."
Qin Xian'er heard it clearly but not clearly, she was contemplating with concentration, her expression was very focused.
"Although your mother died because of him, it was not caused by his subjective will. Just because he has come here for decades to pay homage, it is enough to show that he is definitely not playing tricks on your mother as you think. Rather, he has deep feelings. He is the emperor of the world, but he is also a husband and a father. You lost your mother and father overnight, but from another perspective, he lost his wife. , Lost a child? He is as sad as you, but you can cry out loud, but he can't say anything. Xian'er, he is not a parent, and he doesn't know the heart of parents. He may be wrong as an emperor, but as an Father, he hasn't done anything wrong yet." Lin Wanrong sighed bitterly, thinking of his elderly parents whom he would never see again, his heart felt sour.
"Sanggong, Xianggong." After being silent for an unknown amount of time, Xian'er pushed him and whispered softly in his ear. Lin Wanrong wiped the corners of his eyes and said with a smile, "What's the matter, am I wrong?"
Xian'er shook her head, looked at him in a daze, her eyes were shining with tenderness: "Sir, are you crying?"
"No, why would I cry? It's because the wind is too strong!" Lin Wanrong laughed loudly and advised, "Xian'er, actually, taking ten thousand steps back, have you ever wondered why your mother left a letter?" Come to enlighten you? She just doesn't want you to turn against your father because of this matter, if she is still alive in this world. Will she be happy seeing your current relationship? "
"Master, let me think about it, my heart is so messed up." Qin Xian'er said quietly: "You have to hold me tight and don't move."
Lin Wanrong grinned: "It's fine to hold you tight, but since I'm here at the grave of my mother-in-law, I should pay my respects a few times, right?"
Qin Xian'er blushed, shy and happy at the same time, and hurriedly sat up from his arms. Lin Wanrong knelt down in front of Qin Ruxian's grave and kowtowed respectfully. Qin Xian'er knelt down on the ground beside him, tears streaming down her face and said: "Mother, Xian'er and Xianggong kowtowed to you together."
There was a soft breath, and an old man in fine clothes with a sickly face stood in an unnoticed corner in the distance, looking at the two kneeling on the ground, a mist rose in his eyes.
"Master, it's getting late, you should go back." The blind old man Wei said softly, supporting him by his side.
"Concubine Qin, Nishang—" the old emperor's lips moved slowly, and his voice was so small that even the old man Wei beside him couldn't hear what he was saying clearly.
"Master, with Lin San enlightening Princess Nishang, nothing will go wrong. You should go back earlier and rest." Old man Wei said respectfully.
"Let me stand for a while longer, to accompany Concubine Qin and Nishang—" the old emperor sighed slightly, looking at the happy Princess Nishang nestled in Lin San's arms in the distance, his eyes were full of love. After standing for a while, he suddenly said, "Xiao Weizi, what do you think Lin San likes the most?"
"Like it?" Old man Wei was stunned for a moment. If he wanted to say what this kid likes, money, beauties, he didn't seem to miss any of them, and he carried everything in his pocket. "I don't know." He bent down and said.
"What he likes most is freedom and unconstrained style." The old emperor's face was full of smiles: "Then I will give him freedom and let him play freely. The place in the north is so big, it is desert and grassland, enough He must have made a fuss."
"Your majesty, you mean a barbarian?! You want him to lead the army?!" Old Wei said in surprise.
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After the two finished worshiping in front of the grave, Xian'er was full of joy. The last time it was the master, this time it was the mother. She and her husband are perfect. Lin Wanrong got a hoe and repaired Qin Ruxian's mausoleum. Although Qin Xian'er was dressed in plain clothes, she was happy and smiled a lot when she followed her husband.
After finishing these tasks, it was already sunset, Lin Wanrong remembered what he had ordered Ning Yuxi to do, and wondered what was going on, would this girl slip away
Qin Xian'er saw that he was restless, and asked strangely, "Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Wanrong's expression tightened, and he took her hand and said, "Xian'er, I have something to tell you, don't worry." Qin Xian'er hummed and nodded: "Sister, tell me, I won't I will be in a hurry."
Lin Wanrong stared at Xian'er's beautiful cheek, and said slowly: "This morning, the emperor was assassinated!"
The expression on Xian'er's face changed rapidly, sometimes surprised, sometimes angry, but her little hands became cold, her beautiful eyes were lightly closed, and two tears rolled out of the eye sockets: "Master, is he seriously injured?!"
Thinking of what he saw with his own eyes today, he didn't want to hide it from Xian'er, so he nodded honestly and said: "From my point of view, the injury is very serious, I'm afraid—"
Qin Xian'er stood up quickly, wiped away her tears, and said softly, "Master, let's go!"
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