Inheritance policy

Chapter 138 Farewell

In the abyss of hundreds of feet in Lishan Mountain, the twilight sinks away, thinking that it is facing a deep pool, the breeze blows the waves, and the water and stones fight each other.

The path winds like a sheep's intestines, and suddenly two small blue lights are hidden in the dark. There are horseshoes in the light and dark, and there are sudden mountain winds, and the pitch changes.

He Yan propped his hands between his knees, his expression was gloomy and uncertain, and he refused to say anything to Eunuch Xiang in detail.

where to?see who?Whose idea?Why did you go?He obviously has an answer in his heart, but he is still stumbling around, not daring to speak out.

But as soon as I entered the Lishan Pass, my ears were full of the whistling mountain wind. When I opened the curtain of the car, I saw that the heart that was hanging in the middle of my heart was falling heavily.

I really went to see Yingyi!
What did the emperor know?How much do you know?What did Ying Yi say!What did the Fang family say!
He Yan's face became paler and paler, his eyes quietly narrowed into slits, he felt like a drowning person floating on the surface of the water, but the sinking tree he was holding kept pulling him down to the bottom of the water, Life and death are held in the hands of others, and the feelings that cannot be controlled by others are so dull and frightening that it makes people suffocate!

Why did you let him come to see Yingyi?Liang Pinggong died, and there is no proof of death. It is a certainty that Yingyi should not survive. Why is she not dead yet?Since I chose to protect him at the beginning, what kind of bullshit is it to give up halfway!
Liang Pinggong is dead, Ying Yi is dead, the situation is obviously good, all he needs to do is to seal Queen Mother Gu's mouth, the Fang family can't produce evidence, where can we go to bring him down?

But now that Yingyi was about to die, he was even involved, just a little bit, just a little bit away, and he was able to get out of this matter completely!Fall short, fail!

Wait, did Ying Yi pull him out?

Soldiers never tire of cheating, could this be Fang Li's move?No no, although Fang Li is the queen, she can order the eunuch Xiang Gonggong at will!

He Yan's mind became more and more chaotic, each possibility was like a long, slippery thread, slowly entangled one by one, and finally could not find the end.The cuts were constant, and the reasoning was still chaotic. He Yan didn't have the confidence to confront the Fang family head-on, so when Fang Qi came in person, he chose to be hypocritical.He didn't even have the confidence to fight against the Tian family, so he preemptively set Zhao Zhi's trap and killed Liang Pinggong.

If something happens in the east window.
Like a trapped animal, He Yan clenched his fist into a fist and slammed it on the silk inner wall of the carriage, making a muffled hum.The servant who was following the carriage was startled, and he glanced at the carriage with a panicked expression, while lowering his head and speeding up his pace, while secretly thinking that it was bad luck.

What kind of place is Dajue Temple? Outsiders don't know, who grew up in the palace doesn't know?

The concubines who made mistakes, the royal family members who touched the line, and those women who the heavenly family did not want you to survive.

The little servant turned his head and thought for a while, but he couldn't figure out whether Princess Yingyi was counted as the second group or the third group.

After the mountain wind whistled and the horse neighed lowly, He Yan heard a thin, deliberate and soft voice outside, "Dajue Temple is here, Marquis of Lin'an, please get out of the car."

It's Xiang Gonggong.

He Yan opened the silk curtain with one hand, and under the dizzy light of the ram horn palace lantern, he could vaguely see the humble and respectful expression of No.1 in Yiyuan Hall.This doesn't mean anything, talking about people when you see people, talking about people when you see ghosts, such a level can survive in the palace, but it can't make people climb high.

Talking nonsense to the devil, and talking nonsense to people, so that the wind will go smoothly—Eunuch Xiang always has this respectful and humble look to the fifth-rank civil servants.

He Yan was amazed that he could still have the intention to laugh at others, but his heart was empty, but his face was calm, he got out of the car with his robes, stepped over the threshold of the vermilion Buddha gate, and still lowered his voice involuntarily: "Dare to ask my father-in-law again, what is the emperor's name?" Why did you announce me to Dajue Temple in the middle of the night?"

Eunuch Xiang smiled between his brows, bowed lowly, did not answer, but walked extremely fast on his feet.

Seeing this, He Yan had no choice but to remain silent, and followed closely behind.

The steps became heavier, and the bluestone slab road was still paved with fine pebbles, which made my heart ache.It's hard to see some kind of compassion in Dajue Temple in the daytime. He Yan hides ghosts in his heart, and he can't get clean when walking in Dajue Temple under the night. Ji Yin exclaimed.

Eunuch Xiang paused, turned around and looked into He Yan's eyes. It was just a stone statue of Guanyin holding a clean bottle with a smile on his face!
Eunuch Xiang frowned invisibly, and urged in his words: "Marquis of Lin'an, please wait a little longer. Your Majesty has his own reasons for making such an arrangement." Eunuch Xiang looked at the sky, and even the little servant felt that Unlucky, he will only feel more unlucky. He has lived and died in the palace for decades, saying that his hands have never been stained with blood, and no one will believe it.

He was originally a crippled poor man, and he hated entering this so-called pure place of Buddhism the most.

Can it be clean?impossible.Wherever there are people, there will be fights. In a small scale, it may be because of a piece of steamed bun. In a big scale, it is honor, disgrace, and country. If there are fights, there will be no purity.

Eunuch Xiang looked up along the century-old pine tree in the atrium of the Buddhist temple, and then looked at the narrow stairs in front of him that could only be passed by one person. After Xiaobu went up the escalator, he thought about it to his father-in-law, waved to the two servants who were following him, and turned his head to follow behind.

"The room at the end of the left wing is where you are going today. The servant is waiting for you at the corridor."

Eunuch Xiang lowered his voice extremely low.

He Yan felt deafening, his palms were greasy, he could feel his face was hot, and he moved in step by step. Everywhere in Dajue Temple was dusty, hanging high in the corridor. The pale candlelight on the hanging beams in the room cast a few white shadows, and he almost wanted to turn around and run away. His future and his grand vision were like this long and narrow corridor, the end of which could be seen at a glance, but at the end was only a solid wall. But decaying walls.

The answer came out.

He Yan stopped in front of the door carved with the lotus seal of Bodhi. He could even see the dust that covered the sky and the sky in the cracks. He frowned slightly, and finally took a deep breath and opened the door. push away.

Bright light burst out from the gap between the doors, from a thin gap to an open and bright one.

He Yan put his hands behind his back, and looked at the woman half sitting in front of the dowry with a complex expression, holding a hollowed-out copper mirror with a water chestnut flower in her hand to trace her eyebrows and sip her fat. Danfeng's eyes changed all the time, and finally settled in his eyes.

"Ayan, you are here."

Qingqinglingling's words are very familiar, as if they are often lingering on the tip of the tongue, rehearsing from time to time.

He Yan quickly looked back towards the corridor, stepped into the room quickly, and the door slammed shut with a "creak".

Ying Yi turned her body slightly, watching his movements quietly, she could no longer hold the fluffy snail in her hand, she simply smiled softly, and handed it to He Yan softly with a blushing face. : "Ah Yan, please help me to draw my eyebrows. 'The little official is like the first day, and the woman's beauty is like a cloud. I have heard the sound of the piano, and the peach son-in-law has been divided. The crescent eyebrows participate in the painting, and the embroidery is smoked together'."

The words fell more and more quietly, Ying Yi saw that He Yan didn't answer, and his hands dropped more and more.

"How many years have I been foolish? I thought we could be like ordinary couples. You are painting with a brush, I am adding fragrance to the red sleeves, you are writing books in running script, and I am weaving brocade clothes." The tossing made her skinny, and when she smiled, her cheekbones protruded high.

He Yan looked sideways and lowered his head, unable to bear to look any further.

But Ying Yi laughed sadly: "How stupid I am, you can abandon me once for the sake of family and power, how could you not do it a second time? I used to think that you value power and status the most , that's okay, at least I'm still ranked third, but I never thought that you would bear me without hesitation, not only bear me, but also smash the heaviest stone down. I was in Dajue Temple During the few days I lived here, every time the bell in the temple rang, I would shiver all over my body, I deserved it, I didn’t know Fang Fu.”

"Ying Yi!"

He Yan raised his voice to interrupt the rest of the conversation, turned around and closed the door tightly, walked quickly towards Yingyi, pressed his shoulders, and lowered his voice: "Don't mention the past again! Dajue Temple is a holy place for Buddhism. , Bodhisattva is the most merciful, no matter how many sins you commit, Bodhisattva will forgive you!"

Ying Yi couldn't believe it, his eyes widened, he raised his head suddenly, and he could clearly see He Yan's anxious expression at the first glance.

There was a blur in front of his eyes, Ying Yi blinked fiercely, and a stream of tears fell straight on He Yan's hand.

Until now, He Yan is still worried about whether the words will be heard by outsiders!
Ying Yi pulled the corners of her mouth to show a little smile, but the tears were stuck in her eyes and could no longer flow. What is she still looking forward to?What is she still looking forward to?This is the love and lover she wants to get by stepping on other people's bones?The laughter was deafening, but it was full of sternness, and the expectation he held was like a sharp knife stabbing towards him fiercely, and blood flowed out immediately!He Yan, why did you give me hope and hope at the beginning, but now you discard it like a bag, but then you cherish it like a treasure.
No, he never cherished her. It was her idea to poison Fang Fu, and it was her idea to forge the letter, and she was even responsible for the crime in the end!He Yan is so innocent, he didn't do anything, he just contributed to the flames when it was necessary and critical, he just blew warm wind in her ear!
He Yan clasped Ying Yi's arms tightly, looked at her nervously, and watched what she would say.

Unexpectedly, after a long while, Ying Yi gradually stopped laughing, panting heavily and paralyzed in He Yan's arms, struggled to get up again, and fell down in front of the table, his face was full of tears, and his mouth was almost crazy. Whispering softly: "The best Longjing, Ah Yan likes to drink Longjing tea the most, and Ah Yan likes to drink my Longjing tea the most."

One said, one tremblingly picked up the teapot on the table, tremblingly divided two cups, and poured tea one cup after another. The bright brown tea soup was sprinkled on the crimson linen cloth. On the hood, after a while, it became a deep fog.

Yingyi grinned, and handed the teacup to He Yan staggeringly, begging and begging: "Ayan, I brewed it myself. The abbot of Dajue Temple has a heart of stone. Give me some tea. You can taste it."

He Yan shrank his head back with difficulty, stretched his hand forward a little, and just touched the thin teacup wall with his fingertips, when Ying Yi screamed.

"Ayan!"

He Yan paused with his fingertips.

"Ah Yan, what do you think of me?"

Ying Yi's voice was sharp and noisy, but this sentence reminded He Yan of the woman who asked him the same question before she died. She had a round white face and could smile gently. I wish him "Xuan He forever", how funny, he forced her to death with his own hands, but now it is he who is reluctant to part with her
The unbearable silence and hesitation made Ying Yi tilt his head and look at He Yan quietly, the corners of his mouth curved like a bright moon.

"You don't love me. You never loved me at all." Ying Yi finally laughed loudly on his back, picked up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp. The cold tea was so bitter in his mouth, it was so bitter that one could take all his heart Vomit.

Ying Yi looked blankly at the bottom of the sweet white glazed teacup with a clear and bright color, and then gently and wearily collapsed on the edge of the table. Tears finally rolled down his eyes, flowing down impatiently with sourness and grief. The cheeks were lightly scratched.

The corner of her mouth muttered, He Yan frowned and bent down to listen, but heard such a sentence.

"Marquis of Lin'an, you are not worthy to die with me at all"

It was getting late, and after the bell rang ten times, Eunuch Lin knocked on the door of the inner chamber of Fengyi Hall: "The Princess Yingyi fell ill and died!"

　This chapter has been revised repeatedly for a long time, alas

　　
　
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