Chang Anqing

Chapter 120 Pengcheng's Visit
It was night, and the originally bright and quiet moonlight fell coldly on the mass graves in Xishan, turning pale and ghastly. In the icy night, there was only the sound of the wind blowing, like ghosts crying and wolves howling, and the soil was damp and moldy. The smell is wrapped in the smell of rotting corpses, hovering over the scattered tombs and the fragmented limbs under the torn cotton wadding. Even if you cover your mouth and nose with a handkerchief, you can turn the river into a sea and almost feel sick.

"Why, how—"

Accompanied by the old raven's shrill and strange cry, Yang Zhao's close companion, Si Nan, stood tremblingly under the root of an old tree with lush branches, watching the old raven's black feathers fluttering in the night, and fluttered in the shadow above his head. There was a rustling sound on the tree, and Sinan trembled even more, he couldn't even speak clearly.

Seeing the broken straw mats and quilts being picked up by wild dogs not far away, Sinan couldn't help but shuddered, his skin was covered with goosebumps, and he couldn't tell the difference between his master's broken limbs and broken bones. The few servants who were flipping through each other could only be more cautious, as if they were afraid of alarming something, and urged in a low voice without any confidence: "Look, did you find it—"

Just as he was vigilant and looking around in fear, a voice suddenly said, "I found it!"

Sinan's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Seeing the loud figure beckoning to him, although he didn't dare, but thinking about what his master had ordered, he still stiffened his nerve , tightly covering his mouth and nose and dawdling past.

As soon as he walked towards the mountain of corpses, the soaring stench of corpses pierced his nostrils and rushed into his lungs domineeringly. Sinan couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately turned his head to gag, but he never wanted to face the pale white With a human face, death will never rest in peace.

Sinan was so frightened that he jumped up and yelled, and was barely supported by the other accompanying boys so that he didn't fall into the pile of dead people. But at this moment, half his life was lost, and he felt that if he didn't leave here, he would be scared soon. I can't survive.

"Look, this is Lingxi—"

Hearing the reminder from the people behind him, Sinan turned his head tremblingly, and with the help of the cold moonlight, he glanced at Lingxi's extremely swollen, blood-stained face, and couldn't wait any longer. While being supported by others, he urged: "Yes, yes, go back, go back to the house—"

……

In this room, the dragon fire in the Wuzhu Garden was extremely warm, and Nian Nufang came in through the curtain from the outside, so he couldn't help but walk up to the charcoal stove and dry his hands by the charcoal fire, then put it on his face and untied his belt Coming cold.

When she walked into the room, she saw Li Suizheng, who was wearing sixteen skirts painted with rouge, pink and ink, standing behind the desk and practicing calligraphy. Her princess became more and more like a peach blossom, charming and pitiful, but those quiet and determined eyes alone clearly exuded a demeanor that was soft on the outside and strong on the inside.

"The county master—"

After thinking about it, Nian Nu stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Li Sui who was behind the desk.

Li Sui gave a soft "um" when he heard the words, and then quickly retracted the last stroke. The next moment, Nian Nu heard the slight sound of the wolf hair falling back into the pen holder, and the sound of his wife's awakening rang in his ears.

"Get up."

Nian Nu got up and his eyes just touched the ink on the desk. On the white paper was a majestic, unstained flying white body, like a star galloping across the night sky.

Seeing that the last chapter of "The Sutra of Rebirth with One's Wishes" was written on the paper, Nian Nu understood it in his heart, and immediately stepped forward and said: "Princess, at night, Sinan who is beside Mr. Wu Lang really brought someone to After arriving at the Xishan Mass Burial Mound, he personally confirmed that Lingxi was out of breath, and then left in a hurry. Li Wei was worried that they would return, so he waited there for an extra hour before giving Lingxi the antidote. As soon as the city gate is opened, Li Wei will send someone to send Lingxi to Goguryeo."

Hearing Nian Nu's words, Li Sui nodded, not too emotional, just took the hot handkerchief from Yu Nu and wiped his hands, then looked at Nian Nu as if he wanted to say something.

"how?"

Hearing Li Sui's question, Niannu thought for a while, but couldn't help but ask: "Princess, if Lingxi sneaks back to Chang'an again, I'm afraid this servant will hurt you—"

Li Sui was not surprised by Nian Nu's doubts. In the silence, she smiled indifferently, and her pair of cut pupils were like black and white swallowtails lightly tapping the water surface, creating subtle ripples.

"She was given to die by the Taiwei and my aunt. Even if she is alive, she is no different from death. After today's incident, she has become Yang Zhao's useless chess. If she returns to Chang'an, she will give up the chance of life I gave her for nothing. , since she died once, how can she not see these clearly—"

It is not difficult to choose whether to change your name and change your surname to break out of the cocoon in a foreign country, or return to Chang'an to bind yourself in a cocoon.

By doing this, she was fulfilling her original promise.

"Tomorrow, you bring the two pairs of mink tubes that I embroidered a few days ago, and the crane cloak that Aye sent before. We will visit Aye early in the morning. mother."

Hearing Li Sui's order, Nian Nu and Yu Nu responded in unison. After packing up the calligraphy for Li Sui, they helped her loosen her clothes and get on the couch. After adding Laoshan sandalwood to the incense ball, it quietly withdrew.

……

On the day to go to Yuqing Temple, it was a good day with clear sky and clear air. Although it was still chilly, driving in the mountains also had the beauty of frost in winter. The carriage was leisurely traveling on the winding mountain road, Li Suizheng Leaning on the wall of the car with closed eyes to rest, Yu Nu also quietly sat on one side with solemn eyebrows and eyes, and Du Nian Nu couldn't help but lift the curtain of the car, lying on the edge of the window and watching the hoarfrost on the trees by the side of the road. The wild red persimmons couldn't help muttering to themselves: "In this winter, the hot pot, the basin of mutton soup, and the roasted persimmons are the most suitable for the occasion—"

Thinking of this, Nian Nu couldn't help turning his head, and realized that Li Sui seemed to be asleep, so he quickly lowered the curtain for fear that the wind would leak in and make Li Sui cold, but he never thought that Li Sui, who closed his eyes next moment, had already opened his eyes, as if casually He said: "On the night of Qixi Festival, the King of Yuling recommended a mutton soup restaurant. It's juicy and tender. I'll take you to try it when I get back."

Upon hearing Li Sui's words, Nian Nu's eyes lit up and he raised his head with interest. Seeing this, Li Sui smiled and lifted the curtain of the car, looking at the bright red persimmons like lanterns, he couldn't help but think of that day. In the scene of sitting around the stove with Empress Yang and Mrs. Li eating Huojing persimmons, the eyes that were originally smiling because of thinking about slaves gradually became quiet and melancholy.

After Baoying got married, the day when Sister gave birth was approaching.

What should come, is coming after all.

It's winter now, and the mountain is even colder, so there are not many people who come to Yuqing Temple to burn incense today, but located behind the temple, the courtyard where Princess Chen of Qinghe lives is even more quiet. At this moment, Huichun is standing In the corridor, I ordered the maid to hold a small bamboo tube and collect the water condensed by the frost under the pistils of the plum blossoms in the courtyard.

But after a while, a slight voice gradually sounded outside the door, and Echun raised his head. Although the appearance of the person in front of him has changed a lot after going through the changes of the years, he looked at the simple but elegant dress. , and the eyebrows and eyes similar to the late emperor and today's saints, how could she not remember?

"Princess—"

Just when Huichun bowed his head and bowed sullenly, he felt that the person in front of him had stepped forward quickly, lifted her up very politely and called out: "Chun Niang still hasn't changed, she's the same as before. "

Looking up, seeing the woman's gentle smile like a spring breeze blowing on her face, Huichun was startled, as if she had returned to the time when she was accompanied by the eldest princess Chen in the palace before she came out of the cabinet.

Because Chengzu is the eldest son, there is a huge age difference between Chen and his younger sister, who is a compatriot of the same mother. Although Chen is the aunt of a saint and Princess Pengcheng in seniority, in fact, Chen is 38 years old and only She is only three years older than Princess Peng Cheng.Compared to the 27-year-old sage now, Mrs. Chen can be regarded as an elder who watched him grow up, but for Princess Pengcheng, the two of them get along better than close friends.

(End of this chapter)