The dark-bellied prime minister's cute wife

Chapter 125
"She's talking, listen, she's saying goodbye to you, she said, looking for freedom, let the wind blow up the ashes." Yan Ke knelt on the ground on one knee, the ashes in his hands had already been blown out, blown away by the wind. Tian Lanshan held Yan Ke's hand tightly, his hand was scalded, and the blisters were accidentally scratched by her, he seemed unconscious.

Second Senior Brother Su Gu Chouxi's gorgeous clothes were changed to plain white for a rare day. He and Yan Nanyue looked at each other, and both sighed. The little junior sister they once held in their hands is now kneeling They were hoarse on the ground, but they couldn't do anything.

Those promises that she was confident that she would protect her for the rest of her life were finally shaken away like this ashes.

Tian Lanshan stared blankly at Yan Ke, with snot still coming out from time to time: "She... really said that?"

"Yeah, he also said, let you listen to me obediently, don't cause trouble again, and be as happy and heartless as if she had never been here before." Yan Ke wanted to pat her head. The blood bubble in the eye has burst, let it go again.

"No, my Caiying wouldn't say that, you lied to me, you lied to me! I don't want to see you anymore! You go." She snatched the ashes urn from Yan Ke's hand, turned around and ran away in a hurry , Yan Ke stood up slowly, with a hoarse voice: "Now the situation is changing, madam... I will take care of you two."

"Little Junior Sister has never had any accidents in the Misty Sect these years, but now she has suffered a lot after following you, so, as you said, just look for freedom and let the wind blow its ashes, Junior Junior Sister, I will take care of myself " Yan Nanyue stood with her hands behind her back, the autumn wind blew up, the fallen trees were rustling, and the old man was hard to return.

The night is deep, the courtyard is deep, and the mood is deep.

In this cold courtyard, Yan Ke was accompanied by only the darkness that filled the sky. This is a side courtyard. Once the lights were turned off, there was only the deep and cold black color of the courtyard. Yan Ke clenched his fists suddenly, alone After standing in this courtyard for most of the night, until the sky turned pale, he slowly squatted down, took off his robe, and carefully carried the ashes on the ground into the robe, the dew was slightly cool, His hand was badly injured, and the burning pain constantly reminded him of the fact that he lost his beloved daughter.

Yan Ke tidied up the clothes carefully, walked out of Yanzhuang, and rode back to the majestic and luxurious imperial city of Jinling.

The inside of the imperial city was already in chaos. When the visitor saw that it was Yan Ke, he hurried back and reported to the queen mother who had seized power, but Yan Ke went to the Taoist temple in the west of Jinling City with that burden.

The leaves of the 700-year-old ginkgo in the Taoist temple have turned yellow, and the leaves fell to the ground in the autumn wind. A small boy was sweeping the fallen leaves there. Long, please."

Yan Ke held the ashes mixed with mud in his arms, and his body was stained with dust. He nodded to the little Taoist boy, and hurried to the backyard, but was stopped by a Taoist priest on the way. As the name suggests, quiet and quiet.

"Now that you're here, why is your honor in such a hurry? Why don't you clean your body of dirt first, so as not to disturb your mind? Your honor, please come with the poor Taoist." Xuan Qing led Yan Ke to the bathing pool, and brought him a new robe Here he is, the burning pain in his hand became worse as soon as he submerged in the hot spring water. After Yan Ke washed the dust all over his body, his exhaustion and burnout were reduced by half. Come down: "It's still early, your honor may as well take a short rest, the couch is ready, please."

Yan Ke followed Xuanqing to the meditation room. Outside the room was a small stream with gurgling water and birds chirping and singing softly on the autumn trees. There was an incense burner in the room with incense curling up from it. On the wall of the room there was a The words of the Sutra, and there is a piano on the tatami by the window. This quiet Taoist temple is like a huge mountain forest, which wipes out the hustle and bustle of the world and the intrigues of the officialdom. This time he couldn't sleep well, even though he had a soothing fragrance, he couldn't calm down his heart.

Woke up again, the sun was setting outside, and the autumn clouds gathered in the sky, he sat up from the couch, the fatigue on his face dissipated a lot, Rong Zhi Guan held the whisk in his hand, and sat on the tatami mat by the window to meditate, Seeing that he was awake, he flicked the whisk, and his voice was as clear as running water: "Master Xiang is awake?"

"Thank you." Yan Ke stood up, subconsciously looking at the baggage on the table opposite the bed.

Rong Zhiguan smiled suddenly: "You and I have been friends for several years, I know your nature clearly, why are you not sure now?"

Yan Ke lowered his eyes, picked up the burden, came to sit down opposite Rong Zhiguan, he was hoarse, and it took him a while to say: "This is... this is the little girl, and I hope Zhiguan will take care of it."

Rong Zhiguan's expression changed slightly, and he slowly opened the bag. Inside were ashes, mixed with soil, and the ashes were no longer so obvious. Rong Zhiguan had never seen that child before, but he had heard Yan Ke mention it with joy. And, now Yan Ke, compared to Yan Ke who was desperate to ascend to the aspect, has a little more, unspeakable things, whether it is love, family affection, or something else.

"Don't worry, I will make people entrust her up." Rong Zhiguan slowly closed the bag, his tone as calm as ever.

"I'm sorry, I still have some ifs, so I'm leaving." Yan Ke got up and strode out of the meditation room. Xuan Qing brought him some incense and said, it's a soothing incense, which can make a person's mood less so Excited, Yan Ke took the incense and left the Qingxu Temple in a hurry.

After leaving this old place in the western suburbs, it is the most prosperous place in Jinling. Yan Ke rode his horse through the once bustling long street, and through the alleys full of laughter and anger, and finally returned to the Prime Minister’s Mansion, which is separated from the General’s Mansion. They are far away, one is in the east and the other is in the west. At this time, there is no change in the general's mansion. Yan Ke stopped when the horse was about to pass through the back alley of the prime minister's mansion. In Yiheng, he seemed to be able to see the petite girl back then The Lord climbed the wall and almost fell off the wall when he saw Him.

He stared at that place silently for a long time before he drove his horse and continued on. The trees planted on both sides of the long street had already turned yellow, and only the osmanthus and chrysanthemums were still in full bloom in autumn. Yan Ke returned to the prime minister's mansion. , the Prime Minister's mansion has changed, the eldest lady of the Tang family stood in front of the door to meet him, seeing Yan Ke's high-spirited and elegant face, and the wide-sleeved gown reflected Yan Ke's uniqueness in the world, his expression seemed to be a smile, but it was clearly gentle. Such a person, but it makes people feel indifferent, looking at everything as if they are dispensable.

"Master Xiang, you have worked hard all the way, and I have already prepared fine wine and food for Lord Xiang, Lord Xiang..."

Yan Ke's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly smiled, but his manners were unfamiliar: "Since Miss Tang comes to the Prime Minister's residence, she is a guest. Gu Feng, you go and arrange a good guest room for Miss Tang. Gu Yu, you enter the palace as you are." .”

"Master Xiang, this concubine is already the master of the prime minister. Why do you say that? Since the queen mother has ordered the dissolution of the marriage between the master and the fake second lady, then I am the wife of the master. , my concubine should take good care of it for the Prime Minister, so as not to worry about the Prime Minister's backyard." After all, Tang Yanran is the eldest lady of the Tang family, and she speaks in the same way, and if someone else agrees, she agrees. This Miss Tang is really good-looking, soft and beautiful, and amazingly talented. She used to be called the master of talented women in Jinling City. Both of them, this Tang Guogong Mansion was guarded by Xiaoyao Wang and Xiaoyao Wangfei. People in this country have a high status, so if they marry her and mix in the officialdom, they will be like a fish in water.

"I have never seen the imperial decree before, so why do you talk about marriage? Gu Feng, treat Miss Tang well for the truth." Yan Kefu entered the prime minister's mansion, and Tang Yanran, who was standing at the door, bit her lip and stomped her feet. Grandpa is hers!If she hadn't been obsessed at the beginning, thinking that the emperor... wouldn't have ended up like this, she would have been on the same level with the prime minister a long time ago!

A lady dressed in simple but elegant materials came to the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion with a handkerchief. She looked at Tang Yanran and suddenly smiled: "Oh, I am so old that I am Miss Tang so I can marry into the Prime Minister's Mansion. As a guest in the mansion, although the appearance of the former wife of the Prime Minister is not as good as yours, but her heart is more than a hundred times cleaner than yours, it is my elder brother, I would never choose a woman like you."

"You! You are the eldest lady of the general's mansion, why are you so rude! My marriage is the order of the queen mother herself! How could it be false! If it weren't for your brother's meritorious service in the war, what capital do you have to come here to talk to this lady! "Tang Yanran was still young, she couldn't hold back for a while, and almost quarreled with the eldest lady of the General's Mansion at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Ma'am, you are the prime minister's wife, why bother what other people say?" The servant girl at the side hurriedly reminded her that making noise here is really unseemly.

"If there's nothing else to do, I'll serve the Prime Minister. If Ms. Dugu is tired from walking, she can go to the mansion to rest. I'll go and get busy first." Tang Yanran straightened her robes, with a domineering posture Turn around and go back to Xiangfu.

After going back, she found that all the things in the Prime Minister's Mansion had been replaced. She was a little annoyed, so Tang Yanran pulled a maid and asked angrily, "Who told you to move it!" The current layout of the Prime Minister's Mansion is all according to her I like the layout, but now it's a mess.

The servant girl was trembling with fright, and said in a low voice: "Returning to Madam, it's Xiang... Master Xiang said to return to his original position, slave girl, slave girl dare not disobey."

Afterwards, Miss Dugu who followed into the mansion, Duguqi, smiled akimbo: "Oh, are you really in charge of this place? Could it be that people in Tang Guogong's mansion are so shameless? Tsk tsk, Mr. Xiang, you are here, I have something to do to talk to you."

Dugu Qitang waved at Yan Ke who was still standing in the distance. Yan Ke had already changed into an official robe, and the dark official robe was on his body. Against that gentle face, he was clearly Smile, but although that smile looks gentle, it makes people feel no warmth.

If you want to say the word "Qitang", it was actually given by Dugu Qitong's grandpa.Soil country city canal, I alone southbound.So just take the word Qibor so casually.

(End of this chapter)