Emperor Jin

Chapter 70
At this time, silver charcoal braziers were placed around the hall, the fragrance was fragrant and warm like spring, the Queen's words, in a low voice, caused everyone to shiver coldly.

At this time, the moon is passing through the middle sky, and there have long been people who have rolled up the jade curtain with a golden handle. The winter night is cold and cold, and the palace lanterns are shining brightly, and the fire trees and silver flowers are gorgeous and stretching. This mortal golden lamp is rustling, it is cold and bright.

The empress took the lead, and the family members paid homage to the moon, prayed, drank fruit wine, and tasted moon cakes before leaving one after another.

The moonlight was like frost, illuminating the spotless avenue. In a large and graceful sedan chair, Concubine Yun Xian and Xu Yinghua were sitting next to each other.

"Today, I heard the Empress talk about this secret, so I found out that Grandpa also died at the hands of Emperor Jing Yuan. With such bloody hatred, it's no wonder my little uncle has such a grudge."

Xu Yinghua laughed happily and said: "It's a clear law. Not only did the Yun family not perish, but it became even more prosperous. Uncle Wang Jue joined him, and everyone in the world heard of him. If the deceased knew it, he should have no regrets."

Concubine Yun Xian was delighted to hear what she said, and slowly raised her head, revealing an extremely weird smile.

Xu Yinghua looked at her in astonishment, feeling faintly uneasy, "Auntie, what's wrong, am I wrong?"

Concubine Yun Xian's smile deepened, and in the dark, she looked more and more subtle. She looked at the ivory bracelet on her wrist and said in a low voice: "You're right..."

The brilliance of palace lanterns outside the embroidered curtain was reflected in the sedan chair, her brows and eyes were all dyed into a stream of light, only the deep voice, calm as ten thousand years of ice——

"But, you have to know, what the queen said is not necessarily the truth."

Xu Yinghua was startled, hesitantly said: "However, the empress speaks with certainty, and there are so many people who have personally experienced this..."

"You have to know...the so-called truth is carved out of powder and ink. People's eyes will be blinded, let alone other people's words?"

"So, is there anything strange about what happened back then?"

Xu Yinghua asked eagerly.

"I have no idea……"

Concubine Yun Xian sighed in a low voice, staring at the lanterns in the garden from the gap blown by the wind, her voice was indifferent——

"I just think that things are not that simple. If you really want to say something strange,"

Concubine Yun Xian's eyes were sharp, and she glanced back at the solemn Zhaoyang Palace, "According to the queen's haughty temperament, she would not show weakness to others, but she has mentioned this tragedy several times—who would? Picking out your own scars to show others?"

Xu Yinghua was fascinated by what he heard, and there was a flash of light in his eyes, but he was still as if falling into the clouds, unable to understand it.

"Don't worry, as the saying goes, when the truth comes out...there is no impenetrable wall in this world—I also want to know how my father died!"

Concubine Yun Xian's voice became extremely cold when she mentioned her father who had been stabbed more than ten times and bled to death.

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Small banquets for concubines in the palace are commonplace, but the folks outside the palace are even more lively.

The emperor was dressed in casual clothes, and he took Baojin alone, and strolled on the street. Behind him, there were only a few capable guards who followed far away, and did not dare to disturb the interest of the two of them.

The lights of the Shangyuan Festival have been at their peak since ancient times. In the past few years, there have been frequent wars, and the people in the capital have been frightened. Next, even the Shangyuan Lantern Festival is extraordinary.

Among the streets and alleys, the fire is like a wandering dragon, winding endlessly, and the brightest lights are along the Yudai Bridge. The forests on both sides are full of colorful lights, and various riddles are painted on them. Many people stand on tiptoes to watch and point fingers. How lively.

The emperor and Bao Jin walked to the middle of the bridge and looked down at the surroundings. They saw the imperial capital spanning tens of miles from north to south, with lights and drums shaking the sky.

At this time, someone was burning a lantern boat and drifting past, the light of the flames illuminated Bao Jinning's faint and misty smile, making it more and more elegant and dignified, the emperor's heart fluttered, and he stared at her intently.

"The emperor is careful about the fireworks."

Bao Jin tilted his head slightly, pointing to the fireworks thrown by the urchins in the boat. The emperor smiled and walked away, watching the flying flames scattered, but suddenly said with emotion: "When I was young, the happiest day was this day. All the fireworks must be used up, and the firecrackers accumulated for a long time can be used to scare people..."

He stopped abruptly, and smiled a little embarrassedly. The usually harsh and cold lines were softened a lot in this smile. "At that time, the family of three had a lot of fun, but I don't know how much better it is than today..."

Now that he is holding the nine tripods in his hands, it is really surprising to say such words, but the tone of his words is extremely sad and lonely, and it seems sincere and easy.

Bao Jin felt quite the same way, she was born in an emperor's family, in the past she only depended on her father and elder sister, but now she has fallen into ruin, and she regrets it forever, even if there is hope to restore the country in the future, how can she regain the warmth and joy of that day?
She looked around blankly, but suddenly saw a familiar face among the crowd on the bank——

It was the mysterious woman who was assassinated by the flying sword that day! (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please visit www.QIDIAN.COM, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)
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