Yan Xun was also taken aback, for seven years, Emperor Xia had never summoned him, but today he was summoned suddenly, is it a blessing or a curse
"What should I do?" Chu Qiao turned her head with a serious expression and said in a deep voice.
Yan Xun thought for a while, and finally said: "Don't panic, there should be nothing wrong, I'll go and have a look."
"Yan Xun."
Just as Yan Xun turned to leave, he was suddenly grabbed by Chu Qiao. The girl's little hands were sweating slightly, as cold as snow, and she held him tightly, her eyes were worried, but she also had the tenacity of dying, "Be careful, come back early."
"Don't worry." Yan Xun's heart warmed, he held Chu Qiao's hand behind his back, and patted her on the shoulder, "I'll go back as soon as I go."
Luliu stepped forward and put on a big fur coat for Yan Xun, and Yan Xun led a few servants out of Yinggeyuan.
Throughout the afternoon, Chu Qiao was restless, always feeling that something was going to happen. In the evening, Ah Jing came back suddenly, Chu Qiao was overjoyed, she ran forward quickly, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is your son? How is it? Why haven't you come back yet?"
Ah Jing looked a little embarrassed, but she still said slowly: "Your Majesty is fine, and now he is having a banquet in the front hall."
Chu Qiao let out a long breath, and said reassuringly, "It's fine, what's the matter with the emperor summoning him?"
Ah Jing glanced left and right, and saw a few little maids following Chu Qiao, all of them looked at him with puzzled expressions, and were at a loss for words for a while.
Chu Qiao frowned slowly, vaguely feeling that something was unusual, and said in a deep voice, "What's going on?"
"Your Majesty..." Ah Jing hesitated to speak, and finally said in a deep voice, "The Emperor has just summoned His Royal Highness, to... to give His Royal Highness a marriage, and he has already pointed it out to Princess Chun who has just passed the ceremony."
The girl was stunned for a moment, and wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth but couldn't speak. She glanced left and right, her eyebrows gradually furrowed like a river, and asked in a low voice: "Give me a marriage?"
"Girl..." Ah Jing called out worriedly.
Chu Qiao nodded, and murmured, "Give me a marriage."
"Girl, the prince is afraid that you are worried, so he asked me to come back and tell you, he said..."
"I'm fine," Chu Qiao shook her head and said, "The royal banquet is too sharp, you should go back to him to protect him, and don't make any mistakes. I'm just a little worried, afraid that the emperor will harm him, oh, bestow a marriage, I see."
Ah Jing showed a look of impatience, and whispered softly: "Girl..."
"I'll go back to the room first, you go quickly." Chu Qiao turned around, straightened her back, without any trace of sadness, she just murmured, "I still have a lot of things to do, Lu Liu, take the letter from the flower room Send them all to my room, and I will reply."
The snow is boundless, the woman is wearing a goose-yellow shirt and a cloak of the same color today, revealing a rare charm of her daughter's home, the wind blowing from a distance, rolled up the snow on the ground, and hit her back , the cloak flipped, looking a little bit bleak.
In the distance, the sun is setting slowly, and the sky is fiery red, but no matter how colorful it is, it will eventually set. Candlestick lights, red tears.
The third watch drum had already been beaten, but Yan Xun still hadn't come back. The little maid carefully pushed open the door with the brazier in her hand, only to see the lights in the room like beans, the woman's figure was thin and slender, still leaning over the desk, she didn't raise her head when she heard the noise, her brows were slightly frowned, as if she was thinking about something.
"Girl," the little maid showed a look of impatience. Although she was only twelve or thirteen years old, she still understood something ignorantly. She cautiously whispered to the usually serious and taciturn master, "It's getting late. You'd better go to bed early."
Chu Qiao didn't speak, but raised her hand slightly to signal her to go out.
Holding the replaced brazier, Luliu walked to the door and suddenly turned around and said, "If the prince comes back, my servant will call you."
The slender woman raised her head slowly, her eyes raised slightly, she looked at Lu Liu lightly, and said in a low voice, "Are you busy?"
The little servant girl was taken aback, then she knelt down on the ground with a plop, and said quickly: "Your servant is troublesome, please punish me."
"Go down." The clear and sharp voice came out suddenly, the girl didn't speak anymore, she just lowered her head and continued to look at the letter in her hand, Lu Liu lowered her head tremblingly and retreated, the door closed, and the room suddenly fell silent.
The candle was lightly lit, and sparks burst out from time to time. The candlelight dragged the girl's shadow very long, slender, and the outline could not be seen clearly in the haze.
He didn't do anything different, he was still busy and thinking as usual, and even the tone of his reply didn't change a bit. It's just that on the sheets of pure white rice paper, the ink stains are deep and penetrate the back of the paper.
The winter night was long, and at five o'clock, there was the sound of the door opening in the front yard. The writing brush paused, Chu Qiao listened for a while, then stood up and lit all the lights in the room.
The light suddenly flourished, and it could be seen no matter how far away it was. Chu Qiao stood in front of the window and lifted a corner of the window. The night wind blew along the window lattice, blowing her long black hair. The girl's eyes were calm and she was silent.
She was waiting for a result, and with just one glance, she would know that she hadn't slept yet, that she was waiting for him. If he came over, it meant that there was still room for improvement, if not, it meant that he had already made up his mind and would not change it.
Time passed slowly, and the lights in the front yard never moved. The man was wearing a silver fox fur cloak, the hood was half covered, and the blue shirt was upright. Ah Jing stood behind him, holding a green bamboo umbrella to cover his head, and the white snow fluttered down on the top of the umbrella. A small wind blew from a distance, rolled up the snow on the ground, and circled in the corner, forming small eddies one by one, sweeping over his white boots and the corners of his fur coat.
"Your Majesty," Xiao Lizi walked forward with a bow, and followed Yan Xun's gaze to the end of the corridor, where, amidst the shadows of the plum forest, behind the rockery, there were bright lights pouring down from afar.
"The girl should not be asleep yet."
Yan Xun acted as if he hadn't heard of it, just stood quietly, he knew that there must be a figure standing silently behind the dense houses and in front of the green bamboo curtains. Between them, there are three corridors, two rich gates, a pool of clear springs, and a garden full of plum branches. It is only a blink of an eye to walk there.
However, a heavy sense of powerlessness gradually emerged in my heart. Why does this seemingly short journey seem so far away
His eyes were peaceful and leisurely like water, he didn't speak, just watched quietly, his eyes penetrated the past seven years, through the joys and sorrows of the past years, the past was like the wind, like an illusion like a dream, shared weal and woe, shared weal and woe Blessing depends on each other.
The wind picked up suddenly, and the bamboo umbrella in Ah Jing's hand was blown away. The young guard was startled, and turned to chase after the bamboo umbrella. Heavy snow fell on Yan Xun's shoulders. Even though he was wearing a thick fur, he still felt so cold.
"Walk."
A short word spit out from the man's mouth, Xiao Lizi was overjoyed, and immediately led the way, saying as he walked: "The girl must not be asleep yet, my son..." Before he finished speaking, he saw Yan Xun leading Ah Jing It went in the completely opposite direction. Xiao Lizi froze for a moment, held the lantern, opened his mouth wide, and was at a loss for a moment, not knowing what to do.
With a soft pop, Chu Qiao lowered the window gently, took off her outer robe slowly, and walked to the four corners of the lanterns one by one, wearing only her single clothes, with slow movements and a calm expression.
Finally, with a soft sound, the candle on the desk was blown out, and the room was instantly plunged into chaotic darkness.
She groped her way to the bed, pulled back the quilt, and lay down in it. The wind was quiet and unusually quiet. In the darkness, the girl's eyes were wide open, and there were no tears in the cold eyes, but there were some inexplicable things that gradually sank, layer by layer, as if Soft sand and waves.
Early the next morning, Chu Qiao came to the front yard to have breakfast as usual. Today's Yingge Courtyard was unusually quiet, it seemed that everyone was carefully restraining themselves from making any noise. Chu Qiao and Yan Xun sat facing each other, and they still ate separately as usual, occasionally raising their heads to say a word of gossip.
There was nothing unusual about the masters, they were as calm as if nothing had happened. Ah Jing, Lu Liu and other servants looked around suspiciously, but in the end they all sighed helplessly: Maybe, I was really wrong.
After breakfast, everything calmed down, everyone performed their duties, and there seemed to be a bit of joy in their expressions.
After all, from now on in this huge palace, Yinggeyuan no longer has to look at other people's faces to act.
At noon, Yan Xun opened the door of the greenhouse, and saw Chu Qiao quietly leaning on the railing of the flower stand, as if she had been waiting for a long time.
"My Blood Tilan!" Yan Xun wailed, and hurried forward.
Chu Qiao was taken aback, and when she turned around, behind her, Yan Xun was holding a bluegrass with a broken root, and shouted annoyedly, "My Blood Tilan!"
"I didn't do it."
The girl immediately raised her hands to stay out of the matter, "I'm not leaning there."
"Didn't you see the silk rope between the flower stands?"
Chu Qiao was taken aback for a moment, but after a closer look it was indeed the case, she shrugged, "Even if it's me, I'll pay you a big deal."
Yan Xun shook his head, put the flowerpot aside, sat on the chair, and said seriously, "What do you think about this?"
Chu Qiao thought for a while, and then said: "The emperor has murderous intentions towards you."
Yan Xun smiled faintly, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "It's not been a day or two since he wanted to kill me."
"This time is different," Chu Qiao shook her head, and said in a deep voice, "He didn't really want to settle the feud with you, but he just wanted to block the mouths of the people in the world and find a slow step for himself. You, you have to stay out of it again." The girl looked dignified and analyzed clearly, "Now the clan is powerful and the land is vast, and the emperor has almost no military power except for the army in Gyeonggi. Military, political and financial power are all in the hands of the elders and scattered families If Zhao Zhengde wants to take back the royal power, besides relying on a few imperial power generals such as Meng Tian and Le Xing, he can only rely on the princes entrusted in the border areas. Therefore, he must not kill you blatantly. The turmoil in the north inspired the crazy assassination of the dead men of the big guild, and secondly, they were also afraid of chilling the hearts of the royal families in the world, so as not to cause rumors of cutting down the feudal clan again. After all, the clans are waiting for the princes and royal families to raise troops so that they can seize the opportunity to fight for it. Fiefdoms, expanding the power of the family. Once the princely power is eroded by the clan, it will be even more difficult for the royal family to take back the imperial power."
Yan Xun nodded in agreement, and the girl continued: "So if he wants to kill you, he has to use other people's hands to do it speciously, and then blame others and keep himself out of the matter. But now as long as you die, the whole world will kill you." All the spearheads will be pointed at him, so he chooses to marry his daughter to you at this time, making the illusion of being tolerant and tolerant, making the world think that he really wants to let you go back to Yanbei, and he will never agree with the past. If you pursue it further, and then personally take action to put you to death. Once you die, his most beloved daughter will become a widow, and naturally no one will suspect him."