The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 695
Chonghua Palace.

Xie Chu stood under the camellia tree with his hands behind his back, the moonlight was shattered into several petals by the branches, and hit the ground, faintly, making Xie Chu's slender and neat figure even sharper.

A quarter of an hour later, I heard the creaking of the palace door behind me, and the sound of footsteps from far to near.

"Uncle Wang."

The voice behind him was serious and hesitant, as if he wanted to say something, he pursed his lips and swallowed the words back: "I brought you here."

Xie Chu turned around and saw a person standing behind Xie Ling, tightly covered by a cloak.

The man took a step forward and took off his cloak and hat, revealing his true face.

It was Yang Jin who I hadn't seen for a long time.

Seeing Xie Chu, Yang Jin's dark and sharp face quickly flashed a few emotions, and after a while, she restrained herself and calmed down, half kneeling down, her body straightened: "Your Highness, the subordinate is late."

Xie Chu stood in front of Yang Jin, scanned up and down, and saw that Yang Jin didn't feel any discomfort, so he let go of his frowning brows, and said in a solemn tone: "Is the injury healed? Didn't someone send someone else Entering the palace? Why did you come in person?"

Yang Jin maintained a half-kneeling posture, and said in a cold tone: "Your Highness, that small injury is not a hindrance, someone else came over... this subordinate can't rest assured."

Yang Jin is very stubborn, once she decides something in her heart, eight horses can't pull her back. Since he has already entered the palace, Xie Chu will not waste time arguing with him about these matters.

Pulling him up, Xie Chu looked at Xie Ling, with alienated and indifferent eyebrows, and under the rendering of the night, they became more and more cold and steep: "Linger, thank you."

Xie Ling lowered his eyes in embarrassment, and pulled the corner of his mouth weakly: "Uncle Wang, what do you say I did, is it right or wrong? Although I don't like him, he is my elder brother with the same father and mother."

Xie Chu was a little taller than Xie Ling, and watched him with half-closed eyes. Xie Ling had been attached to him since he was a child, and he could be regarded as watching Xie Ling grow up.

There is an eldest brother of the prince, who is bound by blood ties, and takes advantage of being young and smart. His majesty and empress are very tolerant of him. Xie Ling's temperament is different from that of other princes in the palace. With a bit of chivalry, he can't understand the secret activities of fighting for power and scrambling for people's lives, but he attaches great importance to family affection, so he easily falls into a dead end.

On the one hand, there is his father and his uncle Wang who has been in awe and closeness since he was a child, and on the other hand, he is bound by blood, the elder brother of the compatriots, there is no way to have both, the emotions of guilt and hatred almost tore him apart, and he was tortured terribly.

"Ling'er, calm down." Xie Chu raised his voice, this scolding completely brought Xie Ling back to his senses, his complexion was as pale as paper.

These days, Xie Ling hasn't had a good night's sleep. In the middle of the night, he has to drink a pot of strong wine to clear his mind.

Xie Chu frowned, looked at Xie Ling, and said in a deep and deep voice, "Ling'er, since you have already chosen the way, don't look back and forth, you don't have to bump into the south wall on the way back."

Xie Ling was slammed by Xie Chu's words, and a miserable smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth: "Uncle Wang taught you the lesson."

The dark pupils slowly focused, and the emotions in them were quickly restrained and suppressed. Xie Ling pursed his lips: "I heard that Uncle Wang received fifty sticks. I will go to the palace again tomorrow and bring Lang Yan in... "

Before Xie Ling finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xie Chu.

"No, Ling'er, you don't have to worry about the rest."

Being rejected by Xie Chu so decisively, Xie Ling's face was a little stiff, and he looked at Xie Chu's gaze unwillingly: "Since Ling'er can bring Yang Jin into the palace, it is not difficult to bring Lang Yan in."

Xie Chu stared at Xie Ling with complicated eyes, frowning, and serious face: "I said, no need."

Xie Ling was a little frustrated, and suddenly lost the strength to argue with Xie Chu, he cupped his fists at him, his eyelids were half drooping, and the corners of his mouth curled weakly: "Forget it, Uncle Wang has his own thoughts, and Ling'er is not messing around here. Alright, Uncle Wang, take care."

Yang Jin waited by his side from the beginning to the end. After Xie Ling left, he asked one more question: "Is there something wrong with your lord?"

Xie Chu flicked his sleeves, and the fluent outline became more and more obscure under the darkness of night: "The fifty sticks are just a show, to deceive people, just to invite you into the urn."

Yang Jin raised her head suddenly, her black face tensed, she stared at the expression on Xie Chu's face, trying to see something.

He was shocked by the huge amount of information revealed in Xie Chu's words, was it deceitful?Whose eyes and ears are they covering up?Please enter the urn?And who made the oriole in the back?

It was widely rumored that King Yong angered His Majesty, lost His Majesty's favor, was fined fifty sticks, almost died, and is now lying on the couch, dying, but looking at it now, His Highness is clearly fine, enough to see this Fifty sticks were mixed with a lot of water.

This was ordered by His Majesty himself, if His Majesty was really offended, who would be so bold as to put water in these fifty sticks?

Which is true and which is false, I am extremely afraid when I think carefully.

His Highness is playing a big game of chess. When you get close, you can see the clues and see the tip of the iceberg, and you will feel horrified.

Taking a deep look at Xie Chu, many thoughts flashed through Yang Jin's heart for a moment, and finally they all converged into reverence and supreme belief.

When he was recovering from his injuries, he felt that something was wrong when he heard the rumors outside.

His Highness's mind and strategy are all superior, how could he be trapped in the palace so easily?

The camellia tree has luxuriant branches and leaves, full of white flowers. Under the moonlight, Xie Chu reached out and picked the one closest to him. alienated.

"How is the princess?"

He was trapped in the palace, and for the sake of authenticity, he did not know anything outside the palace. Although he believed that Song Xieyu was smart enough, he was worried in his heart.

"The concubine is closed in the mansion, and has not seen any guests for half a month."

Xie Chu held the flower stem and stood in the dim light: "She, did you ask for news?"

Yang Jin was stunned for a while, raised her eyes and glanced at Xie Chu, with a complicated expression on her face: "...never."

Not to mention inquiring about His Highness's news, even if there was a minister who wanted to come to discuss with Wang Hao how to rescue His Highness, Wang Hao didn't even bring him to see him, and directly said that he was sick and refused.

This relationship is clean.

She thought that His Highness would be somewhat sad and disappointed after saying this, but Yang Jin was still thinking about how to comfort her, and raised her head with a stern face, only to see the corner of His Highness's mouth curled up slightly.

Is this a disorder of being stimulated?Why is His Highness smiling instead of angry?Could it be that the concubine was so angry that she laughed angrily?

Xie Chu didn't know what Yang Jin was thinking, so he casually placed the camellia flower in his hand on the stone table next to him, with a low voice and a doting smile: "Although I told you, you are really ruthless." Make up your mind."

(End of this chapter)