Mr. Yin of Jingzhao Mansion compared what Yang Tingjing said with what his subordinates brought back from Fenghuang, and there was almost no difference. Mr. Yin of Jingzhao Mansion had to let Yang Tingjing go back to his mansion. Yang Tingjing glanced at Fenghuang What I wrote didn't say anything about those white-clothed men Ginkgo, and he didn't say anything about it. Sure enough, after so long, the two of them got along so well, and Yang Tingjing's mood improved instantly.
Fenghuang was relieved to see Yang Tingjing came back, for some reason she always felt that someone was plotting against them.
The day after Yang Tingjing returned to the mansion, early in the morning, news came from the palace that Yang Yanxing had woken up and met Fenghuang and Yang Yanjing, so the emperor ordered them to visit the palace. Fenghuang was dressed in a suit of indigo blue clothes, and he pulled up his flowing hair, and put on a stick he liked on weekdays. Hairpin, entered the palace with Yang Yanjing.
Along the way, Fenghuang heard the court ladies talking about Yang Yanxing waking up. After so many days, there is finally a good thing, Fenghuang thought in his heart. On the top of the red vermilion lacquered gate hangs a black gold-threaded nanmu plaque, on which the three characters "Yanglong Palace" are inscribed in flying and flying phoenixes.
"Greetings to the Seventh Prince, his wife, and the Seventh Concubine." All the maids, big and small, said the same words along the way. Fenghuang was a little annoyed, she just wanted to see Yang Yanxing soon.
When Fenghuang and Yang Yanjing came to Yangyan's star room, he was staring out the window in a daze. His face was pale. Compared with the young man who was full of vigor before, the scene at this time could not help but make people feel a little sad. Seeing Fenghuang and Yang Yanjing, Yang Tingxing showed a look of joy. "You are here."
Yang Yanxing struggled to get up, lying on the bed trembling with weak fingers. He frowned tightly, as if he didn't believe that he would be so weak, Fenghuang and Yang Yanjing hurried forward to support him: "You are seriously injured, don't get up!"
"How is it? Is it better?" Fenghuang and Yang Yanjing asked with concern at the same time, Fenghuang poked Yang Tingxing's head bluntly and said: "Do you know that your aunt really wanted to die at that time?" , Many imperial doctors said that you are hopeless, how are you feeling better now?"
"It's much better. The emperor was very worried these two days. He invited various famous doctors for me and used all kinds of precious medicinal materials. After careful nursing, I was able to recover my life." Yang Yanxing's tone was still very serious. Slowly, when Fenghuang looked up again, he found that there was a trace of sadness in Yang Yanxing's eyes, and he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you."
"I've been dreaming about Xiaoqing for the past few days." Speaking of Xiaoqing, Fenghuang remembered that this was always the softest part of Yang Yanxing's heart, not to mention that Xiaoqing gave up her life to save him, How grateful Yang Yanxing is to her, but said that Xiaoqing has been with him for so long, Yang Yanxing's love for her has become a habit, and he can't extricate himself from it. Xiaoqing's death was a fatal blow to him.
"You must miss her so much. When you are sick, it is normal to dream about your dream lover." Fenghuang wanted to comfort him.
"Then did she say anything?" Seeing Yang Yanxing's brows furrowed, Yang Yanjing had a premonition that he must have dreamed of something bad.
"She didn't say anything, she just kept crying, crying very sadly. Her tears flowed down her cheeks and kept flowing, as if the river had burst its bank. I asked her if she was being bullied, So I entrusted the dream to me. She didn't speak. I walked to her side, wiped her tears, and asked her again if she had suffered any grievances, but she still shook her head and didn't speak. My heart ached with anxiety, and then woke up Come over, coughing uncontrollably." Yang Yanxing grasped the bed curtain tightly, as if returning to that scene, Yang Tingxing suddenly grabbed Yang Tingjing's sleeve and asked: "Do you think she is under there?" Bullied?"
"Xiaoqing loves you so much, she would rather risk her life to protect you. She must not want to see you get hurt at all. I think she is so sad because she saw you in a coma. You should get well soon Get up, don't make her worry, so that she can show a happy smile, isn't that what you want?" Fenghuang said word by word, he can't let Yang Tingxing get into the wrong, otherwise Yang Tingxing will be useless.
"Don't worry. I will take good care of her wounds for her sake, and I will avenge Xiaoqing." Yang Yanxing clenched his fists, he must find out who is behind the scenes.
Yang Tingjing and Fenghuang looked at each other, relieved, they chatted with Yang Tingxing for a while and then left. On the way back, Yang Yanjing said: "Let's go and see the eighth brother, he just suffered Besides, I’m his own brother, so I can’t justify not seeing Yang Tingxing if I go to see him.”
Fenghuang nodded and said: "That's right, after all he is your real brother." So the two headed towards the Eighth Prince's Mansion together.
Fenghuang passed by a woman wearing a white veil on the road. As the breeze blew, the woman's long hair fluttered in the wind, and the white gauze she covered trembled twice like blue smoke. The lines of her face were faintly visible, and a pair of sharp eyes seemed to shine through the white gauze. Straight into the heart like a knife.
Fenghuang always felt that she had seen this woman somewhere before, and she quickly searched in her mind, but she couldn't find any clear memory. But why are those eyes so familiar, forget it, don't care about what Fenghuang Xin thought.
"Xiaoer, look for someone." The woman followed Xiaoer into the private room, the man in red was sitting on the table, drinking tea, looking at the window slyly, the man in red saw the woman Immediately after entering, he turned his head and asked, "How is the situation in Beijing?"
"A few days ago, there was an explosion in the Sixth Prince's Mansion. The Sixth Prince was seriously injured. He is currently being raised in the palace. The emperor loves him very much. We can take advantage of this Yangyan star. Her sweetheart a few days ago Meng Qing is dead, and he has been sluggish these days, and Yang Yanfeng was beaten fifty times because of some serious mistakes a few days ago. Yang Yanfeng probably won't be able to become a climate." The woman said softly.
The man in red trembled slightly when he heard this, "What else?"
"Yang Yanqing and Yang Yanming form a party, and Yang Tingming is still very likely to win the throne. After all, that Yang Tingming star is not as ruthless as Yang Tingming. In the royal family, the struggle for power and status is really interesting. But the two of them It’s nothing to be afraid of.” The woman was a little disdainful as she spoke.
The man in red listened carefully to the woman's words, and kept sliding his hand dipped in tea on the table. His sly eyes hide a very serious heart, he analyzes the situation in the palace, and seems to be planning a dark conspiracy.
The woman with the white gauze was also observing the expression of the man in red, secretly guessing something in her heart, the woman thought for a while, and then began to speak again, "It is very unique to have a prince."