It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

The spring night was a bit cold, and Yang Xianrong was still sitting at the desk in a corner of the dormitory, reading copybooks, reading books, or being lost in thought with a cup of cold tea.

It was very quiet in Guangmo Palace, with only the slight crackling of coals.

Cuixi specially set up the fire, thinking that the cold dew was still heavy, and Yang Xianrong was weak and had little food, so he still needed some fireworks.

She didn't wait around because Yang Xianrong didn't like people standing around him either.

Therefore, Cuixi just prepared all the necessary matters and slept with Lanxiang in the small room at the back of the dormitory early. If Yang Xianrong needed it, he would call them.

Huizhu and Nanny Qian were sleeping on the low roof outside. Tonight, Zhang Liangxue was standing at the door on duty. Further outside, Yuan Jianshuo, who was in charge of patrolling, was walking around quietly with his team. Zhang Heng, who was wearing armor, stood in the corner at the entrance of Jinyong City, lit a small bonfire, and threw a few chestnuts into it, and then stared at the burning fire in a daze.

Jinyong City was trapped in a huge darkness, with no moon and no light, only the flickering candlelight of stars. In such a night, people feel a sense of peace. After all, Sima Lun's farce of usurping the throne has been going on for more than two months. People are very adaptable and have begun to be content with the status quo. The soldiers guarding the city even fell asleep in some hidden corners and snored.

What else could it be?

Even if it collapses that day, you still have to eat, sleep and go to the toilet.

Zhang Heng touched the letter in his arms, but his heart was filled with darkness. He is not from Zhang Lin's clan, but he grew up playing with Zhang Lin since he was a child. He also hates Zhang Lin's appearance, but everyone is doing things for the Sima royal family, more or less for the sake of family ties. Maintained a good relationship.

However, Zhang Lin died... not suddenly, but not suddenly.

His mind was in turmoil.

Several black shadows quietly approached Jinyong City. Their speed was very fast, and under the cover of the dark night, they silently arrived in the shadows under the tall walls of Jinyong City.

Suddenly, the chestnuts burst open, and there was a thunderclap sound. Zhang Heng was so frightened that he took two steps back, opened the gate of Jinyong City, and went to get the spear at the door to pull the chestnuts in the fire. But the spear seemed to be stuck on the weapon rack behind the door. He called some soldiers at the door to help him...

At this moment, those dark shadows filed in through the gaps in the city gate and quickly disappeared into the shadow-laden palace.

At this time, Yang Xianrong felt hot due to the fire in the cage. He took off his outer shirt and stood in front of the desk, thinking that he should change his writing brush.

Suddenly, black shadows were reflected on the screen, the bookcase, and the white wall.

She was a little surprised and asked in a low voice: "Cui Xi, why haven't you gone to bed yet?"

But the black shadow didn't answer her, and just approached silently, but walked very slowly.

Yang Xianrong was a little strange and couldn't help but turn around and look.

But this sight really scared her. It turned out to be a masked man in black who was slowly approaching. Although he didn't have any sharp weapons in his hands, he looked extremely dangerous. When she wanted to scream, it was too late. The man stepped forward and covered her mouth, and held her firmly in his arms. His hands were grabbed by one of his hands. The situation was very embarrassing.

"Don't be afraid, it's me." This turned out to be Sima Ying.

Yang Xianrong was so frightened that he almost shed tears. Hearing this voice, he forced himself back. He stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes. The familiar eyes were indeed Sima Ying, but there was a little more light in them. There are vicissitudes and uncertainties, and even a little bit of indifference. Because Sima Ying covered his mouth, Yang Xianrong could not speak, so he could only nod and shake his head.

Sima Ying looked at her with a funny look, and couldn't help but ask: "If you just nod, why do you still shake your head?"

Yang Xianrong frowned, pursed his lips, and moved his hands, trying to escape from his imprisonment.

Sima Ying laughed again, and said in her ear: "Your Highness, Your Majesty, you didn't expect me to come, did you?"

At this moment, Yang Xianrong suddenly raised his knee and bumped directly into Sima Ying's abdomen. Sima Ying was also startled, and let go of her hand to hold her leg, but it was too late... It was quite painful this time, and through the black scarf, you could see that Sima Ying's facial features were a little distorted.

Yang Xianrong had already escaped from his arms, quickly stood behind the desk, looked at him with wide eyes, and picked up a paperweight bluestone in his hand.

"Hey, how could you treat me like this?" Sima Ying endured the pain, put her hands on the desk, and whispered: "I really risked my life to come see you... It seems that you are quite good Okay, the Queen’s life can be considered pampered and comfortable, right?”

"What are you talking about? Are you here to see me, or are you looking at my jokes?" Yang Xianrong finally spoke, his voice not loud, but showing displeasure.

"Of course I'm here to see you." Sima Ying's voice became much softer and even slowed down. He looked at Yang Xianrong's thin face and asked: "Why have you lost so much weight? Could it be that... the fetus consumes too much of you? Do other people get fat when they are pregnant?"

"Then I'm the thinner one..." Yang Xianrong also looked at him, trying to figure out the meaning of his words.

"Why don't you go to sleep? Safeguarding the fetus is the most important thing." Sima Ying sighed and took off the black scarf on her face. Under the candlelight, his face was green and black, with a lot of stubble. Where there was no appearance of a gentle and handsome prince, he looked as haggard and scruffy as if he had been running around for days and nights. "Rong'er...the troubled times have begun, you have to take care of yourself."

"Why...are you here?" Yang Xianrong still asked.

"For you."

Just these two words hit Yang Xianrong's heart, gently but heavily. She looked at the person in front of her and suddenly felt pain in her heart, so much that she couldn't breathe.

"Do you know it's dangerous to do this? Do you know Sima Lun..."

"But, I miss you very much." Sima Ying actually said it like this, and even the candlelight on the side stopped.

Yang Xianrong's tears finally flowed down, silently but unable to stop.

Sima Ying walked around behind the desk, hugging her this time, using his own body temperature to warm her, and using his face to rub her tears, so that those silent thoughts would make a huge sound in her heart.

The two of them hugged each other like this for a long, long time.

For a long time afterwards, Yang Xianrong thought about how great it would be if he could live like this for the rest of his life. Ignore the disputes, the ownership of the imperial power, and even the rumors. It's just that the two of them belong to each other. Just embracing each other quietly like this should be able to withstand the coldness of this troubled world, right?