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Yan Yan is also a glimpse. For seven years, Xia Huang never summoned him. Suddenly summoned today, is it a blessing or a curse?
"What should I do?" Chucho looked heavy, turned his head and said, Shen Sheng.
Yan Yan meditated for a long while, and finally said: "Do not panic, there should be nothing, I will go and see."
"Yan Yan."
Yan Yan just turned and left, suddenly caught by Chu Qiao. The little girl’s hand was slightly sweaty, cold and snowy, holding him tightly, her eyes worried, but she had the tenacity of burning jade. “Be careful, come back soon.”
"Do not worry." Yan Yan warmed his heart, holding Chu Qiao's hand in the backhand and patted her shoulder. "I will go back when I go."
The green willows came forward and put a big scorpion for the swallows. Yan Yan took a few people and went out to the singer.
Throughout the afternoon, Chu Qiao was restless and always felt that something would happen. In the evening, Ah Jing suddenly came back. Chu Qiao was overjoyed and rushed forward. He asked, "What about the world? How? Why don't you come back now?"
A fine face is a bit embarrassed, but still slowly said: "The world is fine, now in the front hall to feast."
Chu Qiao sighed with a sigh of relief and said with relief: "Nothing is fine, what is the emperor calling him?"
A Jing looked around and saw a few small squats around Chu Qiao, all looking at him with a puzzled look.
Chu Qiao's brow slowly wrinkled, vaguely feeling that something was unusual, Shen Sheng said: "What is going on?"
"The Emperor..." Ah Jing said, and finally said, "The emperor has just called the Highness of the Son of the World, is to ... is to give a gift to His Royal Highness, has been referred to the Princess of Sissi who has just passed the ceremony." ”
When the girl was on the go, she wanted to say something and opened her mouth but couldn’t say it. She glanced around, and her eyebrows gradually locked like a river. The voice was very low and asked: "Give marriage?"
"Girl..." Ah Jing shouted worriedly.
Chu Qiao nodded and murmured: "Give marriage."
"Girl, the child is afraid of your worry, tell me to come back and tell you, he said..."
"I'm fine," Chu Qiao shook his head and said, "The royal banquet is too sharp. You are going back to him to protect him. You have not made a mistake. I am just a little worried, afraid that the emperor is not good for him, oh, give birth, I know."
A fine face can not bear the color, whispered softly: "Girl..."
"I will go back to the house first, you are going." Chu Qiao turned around, his back was straight, no sadness, just muttered, "I still have a lot of things to do, Green Willow, the letter of the flower house. They are all sent to my room, I have to reply."
Snowy, the woman wore a goose-yellow cloak today, dressed in a cloak of the same color, rarely revealing the charm of a daughter's house, the wind blowing in the distance, rolling up the snow on the ground, hitting her back. The cloak turned and looked a little cold.
In the distance, the setting sun slowly descends, and the horizon is fiery, but then it is colorful, and it will eventually fall.
The candlestick lights up and the red tears are a little bit.The more drums of the three have been knocked, and Yan Yan still has not returned. Xiao Yan took the brazier and carefully pushed open the door. I saw a light in the room. The woman's figure was thin and slender, still on the desk, and I didn't raise my head when I heard the sound. The brow was scornful and seemed to be thinking about something.
"Girl," Xiao Yan face can not bear the color, although only 12 or three years old, but also ignorantly understand something, she cautiously said to the solemn and solemn master of the weekdays, "Time is not early, You still have to go to bed early."
Chu Qiao did not speak, just raised her hand and motioned her out.
The green willows took the replaced brazier and went to the door and suddenly turned back and said: "If the child is back, the slave will call you."
The slender woman slowly raised her head, her eyes slightly picked, and she looked at the green willow lightly. The voice slowly said slowly: "Are you busy?"
Xiao Yan stunned, suddenly slammed into the ground, and quickly said: "The slaves have a lot of things, please girl punishment."
"Go on." The clear voice suddenly came out. The girl didn't talk any more. She just looked down and continued to look at the letter in her hand. Green Liu slammed her head down and the door closed, and the room suddenly quieted down.
The candlelight is lightly ignited, and a spark is bursting from time to time. The candlelight drags the girl's shadow long, slender, and the outline is not visible.
There is no other kind of behavior, as usual, busy, and thinking as usual, even the tone of the return, there is no slight change. It’s just that piece of Zhang’s white rice paper, the ink is deep, and the paper is back.
The winter night was long, and the time was five, and the front yard heard the sound of opening the door. When the writing brush was on the beat, Chu Qiao listened for a long while, and stood up and lit all the lights in the room.
The light suddenly flourished and can be seen far apart. Chu Qiao stood in front of the window and lifted the corner of the window. The night wind blew through the window and blew her long hair. The girl's eyes were quiet and silent.
She is waiting for a result, just a glance, she will know that she has not slept, knowing she is waiting for him. If you come over, it means that there is still room for change. If not, it is that he has made up his mind and will not change.
The time passed slowly, the lights in the front yard never moved, and the man was wearing a silver fox cloak, the hood was half-covered, and the green shirt was falling. A Jing stood behind him, holding a green bamboo umbrella, covering his head, white snow, fluttering and falling on the top of the umbrella. There was a small wind blowing from a distance, rolling up the snow on the ground, turning around in the corner, forming a small vortex, sweeping through his white boots and the big robes.
"Shi Zi," Xiao Lizi stepped forward and followed the eyes of Yan Yan to the end of the promenade. There, Mei Lin was in the shadows. After the rockery, there were bright lights pouring far away.
"The girl should haven't slept yet."
If Yan Yan didn't smell it, he just stood still. He knew that after the heavy house, there must be a figure standing silently before the green bamboo window account. Between them, there were three corridors, two Zhumen, one pool of clear springs, and full garden plum branches, and they walked over, just in the blink of an eye.However, the heavy sense of powerlessness is gradually born in the heart. Why, this seemingly short road, but it seems so far away?
His eyes are quiet, leisurely like water, not talking, just looking at it quietly, his eyes penetrated the seven-year-old inch of time, through the sorrows and joys of the past, the past is like the wind, like the dream, the trouble and the common, the disaster Fu Xiangyi.
The wind was steep and the bamboo umbrella in the hands of Ah Jing was blown away. The young guards were shocked and turned to chase the bamboo umbrella. The snow all over the sky fell on the shoulders of Yan Yan. Even though he was wearing a thick coat, he still felt so cold.
"go."
A short word spit out from the man's mouth. Xiao Lizi was happy. He immediately led the way in front of him. He said while walking: "The girl must have not slept yet, the world..." The words have not been finished yet. Jing actually went in the opposite direction. Xiaolizi glimpsed a little, carrying a lantern and opening his mouth. He was at a loss for a moment, and he did not know where to go.
With a bang, Chu Qiao gently put down the window, slowly took off his robe, only wearing a single coat, went to the four corners of the lantern to blow it out one by one, slow motion, calm face.
Finally, a soft bang, the candle on the book was blown out, and the time in the house fell into the darkness of chaos.
She fumbled to the bed, pulled the quilt and lay in. The wind is quiet and quiet, in the darkness, the girl’s eyes are wide, and there are no tears in the cold eyes. However, there are some things that are unclear, gradually sinking down, layer by layer, as if Fine sand and waves.
On the second day of the morning, Chu Qiao came to the front yard as usual, and today's Yangko Academy is quiet. It seems that everyone is carefully restraining themselves from making a sound. Chu Qiao and Yan Yan sat opposite each other, still eating each other as usual on Peace Day, and occasionally looked up and said a gossip.
The masters are no exceptions, calm as if nothing has happened. A Jing and Green Liu and other people looked around in confusion, but in the end they all sighed helplessly: Maybe, I really thought wrong.
After breakfast, everything tends to be calm, everyone is doing their job, and there seems to be a bit of joy in the look.
After all, from then on, in this vast palace, the Yangko Academy no longer has to look at other people's faces.
At noon, Yan Yan opened the door of the flower house and saw that Chu Qiao quietly leaned on the railing of the flower stand, waiting for a long time.
"My bloody orchid!" Yan Yan screamed and hurried forward.
Chu Qiao stunned and looked back. I saw it behind her own. Yan Yan held a bluegrass with a broken rhizome. The face was annoyed and shouted: "My bloody orchid!"
"Not that I got it."
The girl suddenly raised her hands and wanted to stay out of the way. "I didn't rely on it."
"You didn't see a silk rope between the flower stands?"
Chu Qiao stunned and looked at it as it was, she shrugged. "Even if I am fine, I will lose you a pot."
Yan Yan shook his head, placed the flower pot aside, sat on the chair, and said in a positive color: "What do you think about this?"Chu Qiaomo thought for a long while, then said: "The emperor is killing you."
Yan Yan smiled faintly, his mouth twitched. "He didn't kill me for two days."
"This time is different," Chu Qiao shook his head and said in a deep voice. "He doesn't really want to bury his suspicions with you. He just wants to block the longevity of the world, find a slow step for himself, and get rid of it. You, you have to stay out of your way." The girl looked dignified and analyzed clearly. "The clan is now big and the land is vast. The emperor has almost no military power except the army of Gyeonggi. The military and political powers are in the hands of the Presbyterian Church and scattered in the family. Zhao Zhengde wants to take back the royal power. In addition to relying on a few imperial generals such as Meng Yu and Le Xing, they can only hope to be princes who are sealed in the border of Bian. So, he must not kill you brazenly, and he is afraid to cause Yan. The north is swaying, inspiring the mad insults of the great peers, and the second is also afraid of the heart of the world's royal family, so as not to cause rumors that once again caused the cut. After all, the clan are waiting for the princes to take up their troops, so they can compete for the opportunity. Sealing the land and expanding the family power. Once the Wang Hou forces are eaten by the clan, the royal family wants to take back the imperial power, which will be even more difficult."
Yan Yan nodded and agreed. The girl continued: "So if he wants to kill you, he must borrow someone else's hand and do something plausible. Then he will blame others and put himself out. But now as long as you die, all the world The spearhead will point to him, so he chooses to marry his daughter at this time, making the illusion that he wants to release the former tolerant generosity, and let the world think that he really wants to let you go back to Yanbei, not to the past. Then investigate, and then personally shot, put you to death. When you die, his most beloved daughter becomes a widow, and naturally no one will doubt him.
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