In the middle of the night, the insects were silent, and the sound of wind and drizzle beat on the window lattice.
Sheng Jiayan did not go back to the palace directly, but stayed at the Jianzhang Palace next to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The Jianzhang Palace was usually the place where the old emperor used to deal with government affairs, but now that the old emperor passed away, Fu Quan, the first eunuch around him, temporarily followed Sheng Jiayan.
Fuquan led a minister in a crane suit inside, and then quietly closed the door.
"Elder Zhang Ge." Sheng Jiayan got up from behind the case and helped him up himself.
This white-haired old man was one of the three humeral ministers of the dynasty, and his name was Zhang Wenbo. He has been honest and honest throughout his life, and has been outspoken many times, so he was once given a board by the old emperor. In addition to his profound knowledge, he also has an extraordinary ability - divination and fortune-telling.
All the hexagrams he occupied are indisputable.
"Your Majesty—" Zhang Wenbo saluted in a proper manner. Different from others, he should have called Sheng Jiayan the prince, but he called him His Majesty in advance. It can be seen that he has seen the fall of the emperor and the death of the emperor.
"Please sit down," Sheng Jiayan waited for him to take a seat before returning to the back of the case: "Elder Zhang Ge still remembers a character I gave you a few years ago. After you read it, you should be someone who died early, but she Live till now."
Zhang Wenbo raised a pair of clear eyes: "Naturally remember, you have continued to live for her, it is the limit." He counted a few fingers: "That girl will not survive this winter."
Sheng Jiayan's eyes sank, and his fingertips tapped on the table, as if thinking. After a while he asked, "How did you think about my last life-for-life thing?"
Zhang Wenbo stood up and said cautiously: "Old minister urges the emperor to think twice! Forcibly changing one's life is a loss of life, and exchanging one's life for one's life is the opposite. The emperor has just ascended the throne, and your dragon energy has a lot of influence on the country's fortune, please be cautious. "
"But she can't die, what should I do?" Sheng Jiayan said lightly, and Zhang Wenbo felt that he could hear the request and helplessness.
The two were deadlocked for a while, and finally Zhang Wenbo sighed heavily: "In a few days, you will usher in the catastrophe of your destiny. If you pass it smoothly, you will be an emperor who has left a name in history. If you can't...you will be a Jin Dynasty. The emperor with the shortest lifespan in the history of the country. If you can get through it smoothly, the old minister will replace the girl's life for the emperor."
Sheng Jiayan nodded, he knew that this was Zhang Wenbo's maximum compromise. He held his head high, with a bit of ridicule: "Could Mr. Zhang be able to last until that day?"
Zhang Wenbo glared at him and blew his white beard: "The old minister's lifespan is still three months and six months. It's okay to watch the emperor and the girl go to the King of Hell one after another to report."
The corners of Sheng Jiayan's lips drew an arc, as if smiling.
After chatting for a while, Sheng Jiayan sent someone to send him back. When he was about to leave, the nearly seventy-year-old Zhang Ge was coughing so badly that his waist bent over, and when someone came to help him, he just waved his hands and was fine. Sheng Jiayan watched his thin figure walk into the slanting wind and drizzle night, only to feel that mortal life was too fragile.
He thinks of his Meng Qiqi...
After Zhang Wenbo left, Mo Chunfeng walked in, reported the movement in the courtroom, and said, "Young Master Fang has already left for Yangzhou after receiving the news, and he will be able to go to Qiqi in about two days."
"Okay," Sheng Jiayan bowed his head and did not look up amid the mountains of memorials: "Did Nie Xin go with him?"
"What you specifically stated in your letter is that you must go with us. But my lord, I don't quite understand. Is a mere Wei Zixi worth our precautions?"
Sheng Jiayan drew a Zhu comment on the book in his hand: "He is not worth it, but Qiqi's safety is worth our caution."
Mo Chunfeng nodded knowingly and left.
After all the tasks in hand are done, it is already midnight. I am afraid that Sheng Jiayan is the only one who has not slept in the palace.
He walked outside the hall, and the guards outside the door saluted him one after another. The expression on Sheng Jiayan's face is indifferent but reliable. Under the swaying palace lanterns under the rain, his back is tall and straight, like an indestructible rock, silently overlooking everything in the palace.
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Meng Eqi woke up from the cold in her sleep, she turned over and sat up in confusion, looking at the quilt that fell on the ground, the strange furnishings around her reminded her that she was living in Biyun Temple. On the bed next to her, there was a steady and even breathing sound, and she quietly picked up the quilt and lay down again.
For some reason, she suddenly missed Sheng Jiayan a little at this moment.
If he is here, is it this time that he finishes his government affairs and comes to the room to take a look at himself. When he finds his quilt kicked off the ground, he will come to pick it up and cover himself again.
In short, when Sheng Jiayan was around, she didn't have to worry about anything.
She sat up again, put on a thin coat and closed the door, leaning on the railing to look at the night.
"There are no stars tonight..." She raised her head, shivering from the night wind, and couldn't help wrapping her coat tightly.
I don't know if Sheng Jiayan is looking at the night sky like her.
She was sighing with sadness in her heart, when suddenly a hand was placed on her shoulder, and she almost screamed.
"Qiqi, shush, it's me." Xiang Dingchen covered her mouth and shushes heavily.
Meng Qiqi took his hand away: "Ding Chen, what are you doing here if you don't sleep at night?"
Just now, she was really frightened to death. When she turned around and saw such a behemoth standing behind her, she thought it was an old bear and a blind man in the deep mountains.
Xiang Dingchen innocently pointed to the thin blanket on the ground beside him: "I have been sitting here just now, but you stepped on my hand without seeing it."
"..." Meng Qiqi looked at his fingers, and it seemed that there were some red marks. Xu was thinking that Sheng Jiayan didn't pay attention for a while, and she hurriedly changed the subject: "Why are you sleeping here?"
"I promised the prince to ensure your safety, and this bamboo building is a little far from Biyun Temple, so you can't be careless in the mountains."
The bamboo building of Xiang Dingchen is where Meng Eqi and the others stayed this time. They wanted to live in Biyun Temple, but because of the inconvenience of Suhe’s pregnancy, Meng Eqi and the others asked the abbot to keep the Biyun Temple behind. The far bamboo building was cleaned up. As the name suggests, the bamboo building is surrounded by green bamboo. The building consists of two floors. Some sundries are placed on the first floor, and Meng Qiqi and the others live on the second floor.
Meng Qiqi patted Xiang Dingchen on the shoulder: "Don't be nervous, go back to sleep. If you and I are really thieves, you wouldn't dare to come in. Listen to Manager Lin's snoring, and those who don't know think this It's thundering above."
Xiang Dingchen listened to him for a while, and nodded his head deeply. Then he continued to stubbornly return to the place where he was sitting just now, and covered the thin blanket over his body: "It's okay, you can go to sleep, I'm used to sleeping in the open air, so it's no big problem to rest here."
Meng Eqi knew that Xiang Dingchen was a dead brain, and he would be very stubborn in what he believed, so he shook his head helplessly and sighed, took off his coat and put it on him: "If you feel cold, go back to your room, I'm fine. of."
Seeing Xiang Dingchen nodding blankly, she went back to her room to sleep.
This sleep was a bit heavy, until the third day on the second day.
Meng Qiqi was awakened by a sound of thunder.
She sat up from the bed, and Su He happened to bring in a plate of tofu mixed vegetables from outside. Seeing Meng Qiqi awake, he smiled and said, "It's really time to wake up, do you smell the fragrance of rice? Go wash and wash up, I've already called Uncle Lin and auntie, you also go and see where Dingchen is, call here. Dinner."
Meng Eqi rustled down from the bed and said, "Ding Chen is probably in the room if he is not outside. I will call him later."
Su He put the dish on the table: "No, I've been there just now, and he's not here either. I thought you knew where he went."
"He's not here?" Meng Qiqi was a little surprised after hearing this. Since Sheng Jiayan left, Xiang Dingchen has shouldered a heavy responsibility and can stay close to her. On a cold autumn night like last night, the dew was so cold, he actually sat and slept outside the door, just to keep her safe.
In the morning, the people were gone, and it didn't work.
When Meng Eqi went out, she saw that the thin blanket was still on the ground, but the coat she put on Xiang Dingchen was gone. Meng Qiqi turned to Dingchen's room again. There was no one in the room, and the bedding was cold.
where will he go...
When it was time to eat, Meng Eqi was still thinking about this matter.
When Mrs. Lin saw it, she comforted her and said, "Where might you go to practice martial arts with your brother?"
Lin Jingxing hurriedly courted Meng Eqi and said, "If elder sister is worried, I will accompany elder sister back to the temple to ask, maybe they have met Brother Xiang."
Su He took a chopstick of green vegetables for Meng Qiqi: "Don't worry, Brother Xiang is excellent in martial arts, it will be fine."
Meng Qiqi nodded, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.
In the evening, Xiang Dingchen still did not come back.
This is too wrong. With Xiang Dingchen's personality, it is absolutely impossible to leave Meng Qiqi for so long at this moment. After dinner in the afternoon, she and Lin Jingxing went to Biyun Temple to ask the monks in the temple, but no one had seen Xiang Dingchen.
That is to say, Xiang Dingchen did not go down the mountain, otherwise he would definitely pass by Biyun Temple, how could he not be seen by the monk
The thunder was fierce, and it was drizzling at first, but now it was pouring outside.
Meng Eqi put on her clothes and decided to go up the mountain to have a look. Su He wanted to follow, but she was pregnant, and Meng Eqi refused to let her follow.
"We'll accompany you." Manager Lin suggested, "I usually take care of us from my brother. If he gets lost in the mountains, we can't just sit back and ignore it."
Mrs. Lin nodded: "Don't worry, you might just get lost somewhere on the mountain. Let's go up with a lantern. A few people are better than anything else."
Meng Qiqi thanked him gratefully, so the four of them carried the lanterns up the mountain together.
The road on the mountain was too muddy, and after walking for a long time, a flat land suddenly appeared in front of me, and the end of the flat land was a cliff.
"Brother Xiang will not come here." Lin Jingxing shouted while pressing down on the cloak that was blown up by the strong wind.
The lightning above his head became brighter and brighter. With this lightning, Meng Eqi saw several deep marks on the ground near the cliff.
She walked over quickly, knelt on the ground and touched these traces.
This is the trace of the meteor hammer that Xiang Dingchen has always used...
It looks like he's fighting people here. Meng Eqi suppressed the bad premonition in her heart, and shivered, she stretched out her head to look at the bottom of the cliff. The three members of the Lin family were afraid that she would fall, Mrs. Lin grabbed her belt, Lin Gaoshan grabbed Mrs. Lin's belt, and Lin Jingxing held his father.
Meng Qiqi broke out in a cold sweat when she saw this. The bottom of the cliff was black and bottomless, but on a tree protruding from the cliff was the coat she put on Xiang Dingchen last night!
Meng Qiqi clenched her fists tightly, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Ding Chen!"