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He didn't finish his question and she didn't answer.
She couldn't answer, just as she was uncertain that he would let her go.
He seemed to love her, but let her go.
She doesn't understand.
Maybe he realized that the one he loved the most was Qingling. That night in the room he said that he would rather stay with her. It was probably just a momentary impulse.
Who said that if you love her, you have to hurt her, because guilt is the best way to maintain love.
is that so.
In fact, she doesn't think so.
And he has come to his senses now. Guilt is not love.
But why did he save her like this? That night, he had to come out of the palace and tell her those hypotheses.
Don't think about it.
It's time to go.
From now on you will be free and free from harm.
She gave him another long look.
He was no longer the same as before, nor was she, nor the two girls.
They all changed their appearances and became the most familiar strangers on this busy street.
This banquet was like a masquerade ball.
He stared at her calmly, his expression somewhat cold.
Qiaochu shook her head and smiled, then slowly looked around. Dong Ning and everyone else had changed their appearance and blended into the crowd, so she couldn't tell who was who.
Her heart was like the tide, ups and downs, bitterness and indescribable. No matter good or bad, it was a fate with them.
Life is so short and the world is so big, it is not easy to get to know and make friends with others.
She raised her hand and waved gently. There was no response from the crowd, but she saw many eyes looking at her intently.
She closed her eyes and was about to turn around, but Shangguan Jinghong suddenly walked towards her.
She looked at him tremblingly as he stood in front of her and handed him a purse.
She was confused. She had a lot of these little gadgets, but as far as she could remember, she had never given any to him.
"It contains the antidote for Jueyan Pill."
Qiaochu was shocked, but then he heard him say: "Remember, I told you before that the method of making Jueyan Pill has been lost, but I can make the antidote. This is the last poison in your body that I will cure for you."
"Thanks."
"The fake Qiaochu in the Rui Palace will continue to pretend. Follow the route map I gave you and go to a hidden town in the south of the Yangtze River. I have arranged all the inns along the way. You can choose any one of them. Just report Lin Yu's name wherever you go."
"Lin Yu?" Qiao Chu was surprised.
"Don't you have the word Lin Yu in your name?" he asked calmly.
Qiaochu was still trembling as he continued to speak, "Jiangnan is very beautiful. You can't go back to your mother's place. It's not safe. Although you can't herd horses or sheep in Jiangnan, at least you can grow flowers and grass."
Planting flowers and raising grass… Qiaochu’s heart trembled more and more, like a stone thrown into the center of a lake.
"Okay." She took a deep breath and smiled again, "No conditions this time?"
"have."
Shangguan Jinghong's eyes, which had been calm until now, narrowed slightly and his pupils tightened.
She was stunned.
"I will send secret guards to protect your safety along the way. Among them, there are people who are very good at medicine. They will watch you in the dark. Don't worry. When you get there, I will send people to deliver medicine to you regularly. Don't refuse."
Qiaochu's nose suddenly felt sore, and he nodded quickly, smiled again, and asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
"No, go away."
"Um."
Qiaochu answered and saw Shangguan Jinghong slightly tilt his head to look at the shop next to him. The sunlight cast a slight backlight on his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression.
She wanted to say take care, but she couldn't open her mouth. Finally, she just said, "Then... I'm leaving."
He didn't say a word until he turned around, and all that passed by was the light spring breeze.
A few days later, Yecheng.
Qiaochu did not go to the inn where he had stayed with Shangguan Jinghong, who had lost his memory.
That night, everyone was eating at the table in the room.
Seeing the man bringing the food over, Qiaochu took the bowl and said, "Thank you."
There are four people at their table.
She, the four great ladies, a beauty, and a handsome, gentle and elegant man.
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The man quickly stood up, bowed to everyone, then closed the door and left.
Qiaochu lowered his head and ate.
The four and the beauty exchanged glances and became worried.
They didn't seem to be as happy as they expected, because Qiaochu was unhappy.
Although Qiaochu didn't say a word, it was obvious that she was unhappy. She rarely spoke these days.
When the two of them quietly went out, Qiaochu was still eating silently, as if he didn't even notice that they had gone out.
"Beauty, what should I do?"
"I think, starting tomorrow, we should not let that person serve the master any more food."
The man just now was Shangguan Jinghong's secret guard, who was good at medicine. Every day at mealtime, he would come out to take Qiaochu's pulse and then serve Qiaochu food, saying that it was the master's order that eating those things would be good for the lady's health.
Qiaochu initially declined his offer to serve the food, but the man was very polite and kept asking again and again, so Qiaochu couldn't refuse anymore.
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The two maids, Jiang, chirped softly outside. Qiaochu closed her eyes and stared at the food in the bowl. A tear rolled into the bowl quietly. This group of secret guards, including this man, will follow them for a long time. After reaching their destination, some will become her servants, and some will live nearby to protect her... That was his order.
Prince Rui's Palace.
Qing Ling looked at the man waiting to come out of the study. He had caught a cold recently. Although the doctor was skilled, he didn't get better for some reason. He lost weight quickly and was still burning. She was angry and distressed. She couldn't help but walk over quickly, "Jinghong, how long are you going to be so decadent? You didn't even want to see your son Zong Pu coming over—"
"Ling, have you ever thought about leaving Chaoge and going back to your world? I've read about possession in a book, but I don't know if it's true or not."
Shangguan Jinghong suddenly asked. Qingling was startled, then held his arm, shook his head and smiled: "I am not Qiaochu. I will not leave when you are in trouble. I will always stay by your side and watch you ascend the throne as king."
"Ascend the throne and become king?" Shangguan Jinghong also smiled lightly.
"Jinghong, don't be discouraged. We will definitely get through this hurdle."
They knew each other, she... Shangguan Jinghong's eyes fell on the woman's hand holding his arm, "Tell me about your world. Where is that place? How to get there? What countries are there?"
Qing Ling was slightly cheered up when he asked this question. "How should I put it? Unless it is the power of gods and Buddhas, people cannot go there. So I said I am afraid that I will disappear due to force majeure..."
"Will you disappear at any time?" Shangguan Jinghong's eyes darkened. Qingling felt a little happy, but then she heard Laotie's voice, "Master, the carriage is ready."
"Let's talk about it when you come back." Shangguan Jinghong coughed lightly, reached out and held her hand, put it down, and quickly walked out the door.
In the study, everyone was slightly happy. Jing Qing jumped up in joy. "Master said a lot today. He has hardly said anything these days."
"Fortunately, Qing'er, you are here." Fang Ming was also somewhat relieved.
"Well, luckily I'm not in the Prince's Mansion now."
"Ms. Qingling, what is your world? What is possession?" Jing Qingwei asked after a slight hesitation.
"Next time I talk to your grandfather, you and everyone else can listen together." Qingling smiled slightly.
Although Jing Ping and Fang Ming were also confused, they were more worried about Shangguan Jinghong. Jing Ping saw that Lao Tie was not accompanying them, and asked with a wry smile: "Uncle Tie, aren't you going with me?"
Lao Tie shook his head, his expression serious, "Did he ask anyone to follow him? These days, we went to persuade him, but he pressed some acupoints on them and sent the servants back."
Seeing that everyone was at a loss, Qing Ling said calmly, "Let him go and have fun. I'll have a good talk with him when he comes back at night. If he goes there again, I'll go there myself. I don't believe he would let me go to that kind of place."
Fang Ming said: "Qing'er, I'll trouble you with this matter."
Lao Tie glanced at Fang Ming and thought: This matter may not be handled by Miss Qingling alone, unless it is that...
He felt something was a little strange, and saw that it was Jing Ping who was looking at him thoughtfully with worried eyes.
Tianxiang Pavilion.
This is a very famous fireworks place in Chaoge. Although the whole street is filled with smoke and green willows, it is definitely the most lively place.
At this time, a woman was playing the piano and singing on the stage. She was not wearing any makeup, her cheeks were naturally rosy, her eyebrows were like black willows, and her eyes were as beautiful as a peach or a plum. If it weren't for the slight blemish on her cheek, and a small scar the size of a little finger knuckle and shaped like a crescent moon embedded in her cheek, she would have been a stunning beauty, with a pure and charming temperament, and her piano skills and voice were also unique.
This is none other than Cui Mingshuang, the ugly-looking courtesan in this brothel these days.
At this moment, while she was singing and playing the instrument, she secretly glanced at the man in the green robe and iron face among the many guests seated below.
She knew who this man was.
He was once powerful, but now he is a fallen prince.
But he attracted her alone. Because he was different from those nobles who coveted her body, he liked her and came to listen to her playing the piano. He once asked the maid in the courtyard to give her a piece of paper, which pointed out the flaws in her piano playing and wrote: I can heal the wound on your face for you.
He came almost every day, and did not ask the girl to accompany him. He drank alone until he was drunk. The driver came in tremblingly to help him leave. She was originally the daughter of a merchant. Her father's business failed and he owed a huge debt, so she was forced to become a prostitute.
However, the shrewd brothel owner here wanted to use her slightly flawed face as a selling point. The young man was used to seeing too many beauties with both artistic and beauty.
Unless, in the ** auction night a few days later, he can buy her back at a high price...
He seemed to be ill these past two days, coughing non-stop, his eyes were gray, cold, dark, and looked very bad under his stern face. But he continued to drink, his eyes fixed on her playing.
She felt happy and sad at the same time, but was surprised again when she saw several handsome men brought in by the brothel owner.
Chapter 332
I have to go out of town tomorrow, so I may not have time to update. If you can help, please do so. If no one can help, just consider it as a collection of articles. I will add more when I come back the day after tomorrow night.
One of them was Prince Chunfeng of Western Xia, and the other two were the seventh and tenth princes of Dongling.
The way Prince Chunfeng looked at her made her feel uncomfortable. He looked evil and fierce.
He had met her privately and teased her several times.
She was a little afraid of the banquet night a few days later - she heard that his sister Princess Yinping would marry the Ninth Prince soon, and the Xixia entourage would definitely wait until after the princess' wedding before leaving Chaoge, so this person would definitely come then.
At this time, several people walked by Shangguan Jinghong's table. Chunfeng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Oh, this person looks familiar. I wonder who it is. Isn't it Prince Rui? There are quite a few wine bottles on the table. Could it be that he has been drinking since earlier?"
Seeing Shangguan Jinghong just drinking silently, he smiled coldly and turned to the two princes and said, "You two are busy in the morning, but you brothers are idle. This is really unfair!"
Upon hearing this, the Seventh Prince and the Tenth Prince began to laugh.
Although the two men knew that there was no hope of seizing power, Shangguan Jinghong had gone from being an unknown person to being deeply favored by the emperor, while they had not. Therefore, although they were brothers from the same father, they could not help but feel jealous and resentful. At this time, seeing Shangguan Jinghong down and out, with stubble on his lips and a messy look, they could not help but make a few sarcastic remarks before sitting down at another table with Prince Chunfeng.
Cui Mingshuang saw this, and looked at the guests around her who were quietly pointing and talking, and secretly looking down on the Eighth Prince. She couldn't help but sigh and feel sad. Soon she saw Shangguan Jinghong staggering to his feet, coughing, looking at her deeply, and walking towards the door with a slight limp. She felt even more sad.
Seeing Chunfeng staring at her again, with ill intent in his eyes, Chen Zhi said, "In a few days, this ugly girl will be killed. This prince will treat you all. Please come over, my two princes. I will also invite the crown prince and his wife, King Xia, my sister and aunt to join in the fun."
"Thank you, Prince Chunfeng, for the invitation." The Seventh Prince filled the glasses for the three people and asked with a smile, "Prince, do you want to compete for this girl?"
"Exactly. Do you want to see how this prince ** behaves?"
"That sounds very interesting, but I'm afraid our brother won't let you take this girl easily-"
"The prince is here, so he has the right to speak? What iron-faced general? Pah!"
"Okay, we brothers toast to the eldest prince..."
Cui Mingshuang's heart trembled, and with a "dang" sound, the strings broke and the music stopped abruptly. Will Prince Rui come by then? But even if he came, how could he fight against the crown prince and the Xixia prince
That night, at Prince Rui’s Palace.
"Master."
The back was slightly cold, but suddenly it became warm. Standing in the pavilion, gazing at the moonlight in the sky, Lang Linling was shocked when she heard the respectful voice of the maid beside her. She reached out to take the thin robe draped over her shoulders and turned back suddenly. The tall figure had become a dark dot in the distance. A strong smell of alcohol came from the robe, and she couldn't help but feel a little angry, but also infatuated.
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The smell of alcohol seemed to linger around. She suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, put on her clothes and wanted to go out for a walk. When she left the room, she saw the slaves and maids who were on guard outside looking at the end of the corridor in panic. That was the direction leading to King Rui's study.
The lights everywhere were bright and dazzling, and some servants were seen rushing towards the study from the direction of the garden.
She was surprised and asked a maid outside the door in a deep voice, "What's going on?"
The maid trembled and said, "Prince Rui fell ill in the middle of the night and had a high fever that wouldn't go away..."