At the crossroads, the Liyang Mansion's carriage passed by Su's house carriage, and the Princess Liyang herself was sitting. She had just arrived outside the city gate and sent off the last child beside her, sending him across the rivers and lakes, thousands of miles away, to carry his father's remains. Xie Bi is different from his elder brother Xiao Jingrui. He is a complete son of a noble family. His impressions of the rivers and lakes are nothing more than scenery and legends. The road is long and high, and although he has a few servants by his side, it is inevitable that he will hold his mother tightly. heart of.
Just now outside the gate of Nanyue, only Yan Yujin came to see him off. Maybe it can't be said that this is the hot and cold world, but at the very least, no one wants to pay more attention to them.
Before leaving, Xie Bi repeatedly asked Yan Yujin to visit his mother more, with earnest words and a calm expression. After the wind and rain, this once famous son has matured a lot. Under the cover of those bizarre events, many people ignored Xie Bi's pain, but in fact, he lost no less than anyone else. Without the title, there is no future. Brothers are separated, lovers are separated. The father, who used to admire so much, now leaves him with only a lifetime of stigma. But in the face of such an earth-shaking change. He couldn't be depressed or depressed because he had to take care of his weakening mother.
Xie Bi was never Princess Liyang's favorite child. But after the disaster, he proved himself to be the most reliable child. He has to clean up the mess left by a collapsed mansion, clean up the items, and dismiss the servants; he has to keep an eye on his mother's emotional ups and downs and accompany her through sleepless nights; he buried his sister. After sending off his half-brother, he appeased his younger brother who was studying in the Shanzhong Academy, and tried to minimize the impact of this disaster on Xie Xu. At this moment, he had to pack some simple luggage and travel long distances to escort his father's coffin back to his hometown.
As the eldest son of the Ningguo Marquis Mansion, all Xie Bi's upbringing was how to inherit the lintel, but now, he is dealing with a situation he never thought of before. So when Yan Yujin saw him off, he said sincerely, "Xie Bi. I underestimated you before."
After sending away the last child, the tears in Princess Liyang's eyes have dried up. She declined Yan Yujin's request to accompany her and sat alone in the empty carriage. Back to the mansion that can no longer be called home. In terms of treatment, the eldest princess has all the offerings as before. Tour around. The luxury is still there, but deep inside. However, she felt that she was so poor that she had nothing, and those precious people and feelings that were cherished in her heart had all left her.
She has been serving her since childhood and came over. Change her light silk clothes, take off her bun, and let her lie on the couch as comfortably as possible. The two maids were half-kneeling in front of her knees and lightly beating her waist and legs. The other maid held a feather fan to bring the breeze, the jade cup was filled with clear dew, and musk was burning under the window. Desolation and sadness.
The fierceness and strength of the past can't stand such loss, family affection, love, husband-in-law, children... I cut it with a knife, and after the cut, I have forgotten the pain, only numbness and fragility are left.
"Princess, would you like a bowl of soothing soup?" Mammy persuaded in a low voice, her eyes full of pity and worry. Unable to bear to deepen the worries of the white-haired old man, Li Yang reluctantly cheered up a little and said, "Okay, let me drink it by myself, let's rest, I will be alone for a while."
The old maid motioned the maid to put the soup bowl down, and led them all back down. After a quarter of an hour, she quietly came in to look at it. She saw that the soup bowl was empty, and the princess on the couch was sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed. Putting it down, she tremblingly supported the little girl and really went to rest.
At the end of summer, the sound of cicadas is already low, the autumn chirping has not yet started, and the surroundings are silent as water. Princess Liyang didn't like to be around when she was taking a nap, so the palace maids all retreated after putting down the curtains and stood outside the palace gate, leaving only the Princess on the couch in the entire room. In the quiet silence, the curtain weft on the side door of the west wing suddenly moved, and a slender and light figure flashed in, like a cat with silent claws, and then floated to the couch, squatted down first, and observed After getting off the couch, he gently folded his fingertips, gently removed the hand that Princess Liyang had placed on her waist, and lifted the placket. On the white coat, a bright yellow sachet tied on the belt was very conspicuous, and the visitor immediately showed a happy expression, and hurriedly reached out to untie the ribbon on the sachet.
Although the appearance of this sachet is very ordinary, it has several dead knots on the waistband. Cutting the ribbon, I suddenly felt a strong wind blowing from behind, which was very sharp. In a panic, I hurriedly turned around to dodge. , hit the vermilion pillar and fell, and suddenly vomited blood, and fell into a daze.
This movement was not trivial, not only the maids outside the hall rushed in, but Xiao Mian's Princess Liyang was also awakened and suddenly turned over and sat up. But before she could see everything around her clearly, a pair of broad and stable hands already supported her body, and a familiar gentle voice sounded in her ears at the same time: "Mother, are you alright?"
Princess Liyang trembled all over, fixed her gaze, and stared blankly at the face in front of her. It got darker and thinner, and his eyes became calmer and more stable, but he was still the most beloved child in his eyes.
The child who carried her more favoritism, more hurt and more guilt.
"Jing Rui..." As soon as the name was spit out from the pale lips, the already dry tears were rushing out. I hugged him tightly, hugged him, and never wanted to let go.
"Yes. It's me..." Xiao Jingrui patted his mother's back, with a smile even though the circles of his eyes were red. In the past when Anping was rich and wealthy. The relationship between mother and son is sparse and polite, but it is now after the catastrophe. There is such a closeness of flesh and blood.
"Jing Rui, you'd better be back a day earlier," she burst into tears, Princess Liyang took a breath, and relaxed her arms slightly. Looking at his son's face, "Bi'er left for Qianzhou today, you won't see him..."
"I've heard from the housekeeper. It doesn't matter, he helped the spirit and will come back soon." Xiao Jingrui wiped the tears from his mother's cheek with his sleeve, and said softly, "Before the second brother came back, I will always be with you."
Just this ordinary sentence made Princess Liyang cry again and again. After finally holding back, she still stared at her son. He didn't want to roll his eyes any more, and it wasn't enough to look around. Xiao Jingrui was more able to stabilize his mind than her, and at this time he had already thought of the person who was knocked away by him just now. When I got up to look, I saw a woman dressed as a servant. Due to severe trauma. Still lying on the spot, the maids next to him don't know why. No one dared to move her. "Jing Rui, what's going on?" Princess Liyang stood up and walked over to take a look.
"I don't know. Because I heard that my mother was resting, I didn't let anyone inform me when I came in. I happened to see her pulling out a dagger in front of her mother's bed. In a hurry, she shot harder." Xiao Jingrui inspected the place carefully. The woman's injury frowned, "It seems that she won't be able to wake up for a while, she looks familiar, is she an old man in the mansion? The lady who was in charge of the princess' mansion replied, saying that this woman has served in the mansion for over 50 years. The three-year waitress made Xiao Jingrui even more puzzled, and muttered to herself, "If she has been in this manor for so long, if it is purely for the purpose of assassination, there are so many opportunities, how could she delay her action until today? "
Princess Liyang couldn't help frowning slightly, and said, "I'm an insignificant person now, who would want to assassinate me? Jing Rui, when you confirmed that she saw her, she was about to kill me? Xiao Jingrui's eyes narrowed slightly. , flashed back the quick glance at that time, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Mother, is there something on your waist? "
"My waist?" Princess Li Yang slowly stroked her waist, her fingertips brushed the silky surface of the sachet, her face pale, "Only... only this... You know, thank you... a moment before he left. A handbook…”
Hearing her mention the handwritten handwriting, Xiao Jingrui instantly recalled the situation at that time, and his heart suddenly shuddered, and he hurriedly said: "What is the content of the handwritten handwriting, has your mother read it?"
Princess Liyang shook her head weakly, "The reason why I kept this handwritten letter for him is only because of his entrustment, to save his life. I don't want to read the content..."
Xiao Jingrui was also not interested in the secrets that Xie Yu might have left behind. Because the more he knows, the more pain he will suffer. He knows this better than anyone else. However, the current situation is that someone has already made a move on this posthumous manuscript. If you don't understand the content, it will be difficult to speculate who the enemy is, and you will not be able to judge the danger level of the current situation. Repel all the servants in the room.
"Jing Rui, do you want to see it?" Princess Liyang took his hand.
"Your safety is more important. Only by knowing who is involved in the handwriting can you know how to deal with it. If the mother really doesn't want to know, the child can take care of it alone."
Princess Liyang smiled lightly, lowered her head and opened the sachet at her waist, took out the ink-stained silk scarf, and said softly, "Let's see, let's see together. If it's another old wound, two people will bear it. It's better than being alone."
Xiao Jingrui stretched out his hand to take the silk towel, sat beside his mother, and shook the surface of the towel flat. The mother and son were clinging to the two corners of the silk scarf, looking carefully from the top. At first, the two of them were just a little dignified, but when they looked at it, the blood on their faces gradually faded, turning into a pale, light long towel in their hands, as if it weighed ten thousand pounds. Later, when Li Yang's hand loosened, he fell on the couch and covered his face.
Xiao Jingrui gritted his teeth tightly, picked up the corner of the scarf that his mother had thrown away, spread it in his palm and insisted on reading the last word. Before reading the handwritten book, he had imagined that he would see terrifying content, but after actually reading it, he realized that the previous preparations were useless at all. The words that rushed to his face made the blood in his whole body freeze into ice, and the terrifying shudder throbbed repeatedly from head to toe, twisting his heart more and more tightly each time. After that night of renunciation, Xiao Jingrui thought that there was nothing that could easily shake his emotions. But the truth revealed by this thin veil today is another hell completely different from his personal pain, a deeper, darker, more despicable and shameless hell, one full of blood, grievances, A hell of grief and grief.
In this furnace of hell, a generation of virtuous kings, a generation of famous marshals and 70,000 loyal souls were buried, the most dazzling and brightest teenagers in the Jinling Imperial Capital were buried, and countless people's hopes for ideals and Qingming were buried.
The silky silk scarf that was smooth and smooth should have a cool touch, but when Xiao Jingrui rubbed it in his palm, he clearly felt a burning flame, which was burning in through the veins of his limbs, as if he was about to Burn the internal organs.
Princess Liyang, who was lying on the couch, whimpered in a low voice, almost unable to breathe. Sister Jin Yang's blood over the jade steps seems to have soaked in front of her eyes again, dyeing everything she can see bright red, and it will be washed forever.
Xiao Jingrui stretched out his hand to support his mother's thin shoulders and turned her to him. At the moment when the eyes of the mother and son met, they understood each other's thoughts.
"No, no..." Princess Liyang grabbed her son's arm in horror, full of cold sweat, "This case is handled by Your Majesty personally, what can you do? What can you do?"
Xiao Jingrui stared at his mother, his eyes fixed, without the slightest shaking.
"Mother... I don't know what I can do, I only know... In the face of the truth, I can't do nothing... "