Rebirth is back for you

When the sky was getting dark, Yun Ling, who hadn't returned all night, wandered around a wilderness in the suburbs of Beijing for a few times in confusion, and came back shaking his hairy frost.

Qingyue Imperial Palace, the emperor's sleeping hall.

Candles were lightly smoky in the vast and empty palace, and the palace gauze curtains were raised. The innermost room where the old emperor slept was extremely dark and silent, only the fire from the outside permeated in.

The huge bed curtain reflected the figure of the old emperor half leaning on the bed, and a deep watery voice came from inside: "Are you threatening me?"

In the middle of the room, a tall and tall figure loomed, his face was hidden in the darkness, and his voice couldn't figure out his emotions: "I just came to remind my father, don't forget what you promised me."

"I also said that the more you care about him, the more I can't tolerate him!" The old emperor said sharply.

"I also said that if she loses even one hair, I will get it back." The eldest grandson Qimu looked cold and said in a cold tone: "If there is anything wrong with her, I will let the entire family of Changsun be buried with her." .”

"Bastard!" The old emperor suddenly tightened the brocade quilt under his hand, and cast his stern eyes towards the center of the room: "Don't forget your identity!"

"My son has not forgotten, and I hope that my father will not forget her identity." The eldest grandson Qimu looked calm, and raised his eyebrows slightly as he turned and walked out slowly: "The disaster in Mobei is serious, and the annual banquet of the prince and brother You don’t need to come back, stay in Mobei to help the disaster.”

With a livid face, the old emperor swung his sleeves and pulled down the huge bed curtain with a hiss.

The eldest grandson Qimu turned a deaf ear and walked slowly through the outer room, his eyes lightly swept across the newly replaced sandalwood imperial table outside, and said softly to the frightened Wenxiu at the door without squinting: "Go in and wait for the emperor to get up, it's time to go to court early. gone."

Wenxiu hurriedly bent down to salute, looking at the back of the eldest grandson Qimu, secretly startled.

This is going to change!

When the first ray of light shot out of the clouds from the sky, Jing Ran also returned to Qingye Pavilion with a cold body.

Qing Chi and Ye Chi, who were guarding the door, saw the glaring blood on Jing Ran's lapel, and their hearts suddenly became sore. Qing Chi turned his head with red eyes and ran out: "Your Majesty, do you want to take a bath and change clothes? I'll go prepare hot water!"

Jing Ran's heart warmed up, and before he had time to call Qing Chi back, he turned his head and told Ye Chi, "Let Qing Chi not get ready, I'm going to sleep for a while, and no matter who comes, stop back."

Ye Chi also looked at Jing Ran worriedly, and suggested: "My son, eat something before going to bed. There is warm chicken soup in the small kitchen."

"No need, I can't eat." Jing Ran shook his head, went straight into the inner room, removed the blood-stained outer robe, middle clothes and obscene clothes, and lay down on the quilt, and soon fell asleep. past.

After a while, Yechi quietly entered the room and put a heater in place. Just as he went out with Jingran's clothes in his arms, he bumped into the eldest grandson Qimu who was floating to the ground.

"Exemption." Changsun Qimu glanced at the clothes in the eye fluid pool and asked, "Is she taking a bath?"

"Back to the princess, the prince just fell asleep." Ye Chi replied respectfully.

Changsun Qimu was silent for a moment, but his gaze was still fixed on the clothes in Yechi's arms: "Are these going to be thrown away?"

"...Yes, yes." Ye Chi's eyes were complicated. In fact, these clothes can be worn again after washing, but——

Changsun Qimu looked at Yechi subtly and nodded, then lowered his eyes to the clothes in her arms and said, "Since she has rested, you can give these clothes to me, and I will take them out and throw them away."

Liquid pool: "..."

Can she say no, of course she can't, so she just watched Changsun Qimu take Jingran's clothes and float away neatly.

It was a quiet day, and the Deqin Palace simply closed its doors to thank the guests. Jing Huai blocked back those who came to visit the Palace after hearing the rumors. The fire on Yong'an Street yesterday was enough to keep these officials busy.

Early in the morning of the second day, Dai Xuanmei, who was temporarily guarding the Qingye Pavilion, stood there with a complex expression on the spot and looked at her eldest grandson Qimu for a long while, then silently moved away.

The eldest grandson Qimu glanced at him more, then floated into the Qingye Pavilion.

The doors of all the rooms were closed neatly, and no one moved around. She stood there and hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to push the door of the main room.

However, he didn't push it away: "..."

The corners of Changsun Qimu's lips pursed even deeper, and he tilted his head to subtly glance at the sun that had risen above the bamboo shoots, and then turned back to look expressionlessly at the door that was inserted from the inside in front of him.

Yechi, who was keeping watch outside, heard the movement and quickly got up, put on his clothes and walked out quickly. After opening the door, his old face blushed, and he stuttered and bowed to the solemn grandson Qimu.

"Exemption." The eldest grandson Qimu glanced at Ye Chi from top to bottom, his eyes returned to her face, and asked, "Is your family still sleeping?"

"Yes... yes." Yechi only felt that the word "also" was the same as today's sunshine, and it was extraordinarily irritating when it fell on his body.

"I have been sleeping since yesterday morning and haven't woken up yet?" Changsun Qimu frowned.

With Yechi's affirmation, Changsun Qimu didn't speak, and walked directly into the house, but was stopped by Yechi.

The eldest grandson Qimu stopped and turned his head.

Ye Chi hesitated for a moment, but still lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty gave an order yesterday, no matter who comes, you must block back."

"She suffered a serious internal injury the night before, and she hasn't been healed. If she passed out, you might notice it?" The eldest grandson Qimu's black and clear eyes pressed on Yechi.

Ye Chi was startled, and at the same time felt the pressure of Shen Qianjun, and quickly staggered away.

"You continue to stay outside." Changsun Qimu walked into the inner room and ordered behind him.

Yechi hesitated for a moment, then nodded yes.

The eldest grandson Qimu's steps were shallow. In fact, she knew in her heart that Jing Ran's medical skills were superb, and she should know her body well. However, she hadn't seen her for almost two days. She wanted to...just look at this man.

The light in the inner room was dim, and the eldest grandson Qimu looked at the person who was sleeping quietly on the bed, but there were slight waves in his eyes.

Jing Ran's face was calm, and the abnormally translucent skin color had faded from the exposed skin, and the long black hair was hanging down, falling down on the pillow and shoulders.The layered brocade quilt slipped off and rested on the collarbone, exposing the slender shoulders with the luster of jade.

Changsun Qimu's already shallow breathing was barely audible, and after a long silence, he quietly approached the bed, stretched out his fingertips and pinched the edge of the quilt.

-

Seeing Jing Ran sleeping for another day and night, Ye Chi walked up and down in the outer room, anxious whether to call Jing Ran up to eat something, and thinking about the instructions of the eldest grandson Qimu before he left, he hesitated.

When the sun rose at noon, Jing Ran walked out of the inner room fully dressed.Yechi hurriedly called Qingchi to prepare meals, and brought in a basin of clean water himself.

While watching Jing Ran wash and wash, Ye Chi reported to her the activities of various parties in the past few days, but found that the prince seemed a little too calm, and kept talking about Jing Ran after the eldest grandson Qimu came twice and entered the inner room There was a slight fluctuation in his complexion.

Yechi was thinking that the prince seemed to be a little different to the ninth princess, so Jing Ran wiped off the water droplets on his face, and walked out the door without saying a word.

"My lord, where are you going?" Ye Chi hurriedly followed.

"Study." Jing Ran dropped two words lightly, but Ye Chi was in a hurry, "You haven't eaten for several days, eat first..."

"No need, I can't eat right now." Jing Ran kept walking, and inserted a white feather he was playing with into a purple bamboo, and stepped into the study of the purple bamboo forest.

On the other side, Jiang Boxi, who had just floated onto Qing Yaxuan, said "Huh?", then turned around and asked Lan Ge, "You said that Yu Mei woke up?"

Before Lan Ge could answer, Jiang Boxi flew up from the spot again, and floated over first, still mumbling in his mouth: "The prince should go and see if the bed has collapsed. "

Lan Ge twitched the corners of his mouth and floated to follow.

But separated by a wall, Lan Ge floated over and saw Jiang Boxi glaring at Qingchi who was answering, and said dissatisfiedly: "I'm afraid she has some serious strange disease? She doesn't sleep all day long. Do you want to hide as soon as you wake up?"

Qingchi lowered his head and dared not respond, Jiang Baixi pouted, looked in the direction of the purple bamboo forest unhappily, and snorted softly: "One day, the crown prince will blow up her broken formation! "

Lan Ge glanced at Qingchi bemusedly, and drifted away with the domineering Jiang Boxi.

Qingchi secretly glanced at Jiang Baixi drifting away before he dared to raise his head, turned around and glared angrily at Yechi, who was peeking through the window in the house, it was really frustrating to deal with the three big Buddhas who couldn't be offended by changing ways all day long She's gone, Ye Chi just knows how to push her out by herself.

……

In the hexagonal study room with soft light, the tip of the blue and white pen moved lightly on the paper.

The light piercing sound cracked, Jing Ran remained motionless, writing non-stop.

The fiery figure in red stood enchantingly for a long time: "..."

Linqin, who received a cold reception, wiped the corners of her tall mouth, stepped to the desk with two big strides, frowning and lowered her head to look at what Jingran was writing.

Before seeing an ink blot, Jing Ran put the origami paper on the table repeatedly, hooked the pen body and raised his eyes casually, and asked, "How about what I asked you to do?"

"Stingy!" Linqin snorted, poured a large cup of tea for herself before saying airily: "The Yunshuijian is now in my hands, if even this little thing is done Not good, where do I have the face to meet the old ancestors. Don't worry, this place is close to Mobei, the old man Emperor Yue is probably going to receive this big gift back today!"

In return, Jing Ran twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at the rustling Zizhu outside the window.

——The Royal Study Room of the Imperial Palace.

The gloomy Emperor Yue signaled to Wenxiu beside him to pass the secret booklet in his hand to the left and right ministers in front of the hall. After a few people, Marquis Wenyuan and Marquis Wu'an, he said in a low voice: "Everyone loves you, Mobei is violent/chaotic. .”

The four of them were horrified, they took turns to read the secret booklets, they all fell silent, and at the same time had guesses in their hearts.

Most of the time, rabbits don't bite because they haven't been provoked yet.

What's more, it's a bored wolf lying down.

——Purple Bamboo Forest in Deqin Palace.

Jing Ran turned the origami paper back, continued to draw on it with a pen, and said in a calm tone, "Have you verified the other two things?"

"Well, the order to do it is indeed not from Emperor Yue, but from Mobei's flying pigeons." Linqin replied, "However, the person who hooked up with Changsun Qihao has not yet been dug out. "

Jing Ran paused at the tip of the pen and chuckled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.It seems that she still missed a move. After calculations and calculations, she missed Changsun Qihao, a ruthless prince with more ambitions but insufficient means, and also overestimated the Emperor Yue's ability to control his sons who were fighting for a pot of porridge.

"The person behind this is very important, continue to investigate." Jing Ran simply put down his pen and walked to the window, looking at the rolling bamboo forest outside, his eyes were soft, "In addition, there are two more things——"

-

The candles on the imperial table were crackling, and the old emperor was silent for a moment, then said expressionlessly: "Then, Prince Jing of Xuandeqin's residence, please enter the palace."

"Also." He raised his eyelids and added: "Announce the sixth prince and the ninth princess together."

"Yes." Wen Xiu respectfully responded, and the four of His Royal Highnesses had new thoughts in their hearts when they heard the old emperor's words.

-

"Are you leaving? Where are you going? How long? When will you come back?" Linqin asked in surprise, shaking her wrist while holding the teacup.

It seemed that it was going to rain, and the night wind was a little anxious, Jing Ran closed the window, continued to sit at the table and sketched on the paper, and said in a sincere tone: "I don't know, let's see."

Linqin stood up hastily, and was about to say something when there was a knock on the door: "My lord, the imperial decree declares that you will enter the palace immediately."

Jing Ran didn't even raise her head, and told Linqin not surprised: "Go, just do this well."

Well, Linqin Bianbianzui stood up and walked out. After walking two steps, she suddenly turned her head as if remembering something: "That's right——"

"Huh?" Jing Ran's cloud-patterned sleeves covered the table, and raised his brows slightly.

"It's nothing." Linqin's eyes were fixed on the origami that was covered by Jingran, and she rolled her eyes, turned around and floated out of the purple bamboo forest without looking back.

What an old fox, what shame is there to draw a plum blossom!Linqin gritted her teeth and hummed a few times as she thought about the plum blossoms exposed at the edge of the origami that was covered by Jing Ran.

The figure of Sao Bao Hong Huo had just floated out of the sky above the purple bamboo forest, and suddenly fell into a wave of strong air net.

not good!

Linqin was startled, and before she could react, she fell straight down from midair.

-

The imperial study room.

Jing Ran's eyebrows reflected in the firelight were pale, and his tone was also clear and unwavering: "Oh? Does the emperor mean that there is a force other than the Three Kingdoms that led the violence/chaos in Mobei?"

The old emperor stared straight into her eyes, and before he could speak, Jing Ran said again: "Then it must be this extremely powerful force that was able to assassinate the Deqin Palace under the emperor's nose, please ask the emperor to find it out later." Also give justice to Deqin Palace."

The old emperor swallowed the words he was about to say, and his eyes cast heavily on the four of Marquis Wenyuan.The four of them are well aware of the Tai Chi between the two, but they are more hesitant than the other. This game of chess is really too ugly for the royal family, so how can they speak.

In the strange silence, the door of the palace was suddenly pushed open, and the eldest grandson Qimu stepped into the door with an ugly face, and said in a cold and angry tone: "What is the father doing? Didn't the imperial physician in the palace ask the father?" Let me tell you how badly the old Prince Deqin and Jing Shizi are injured, do they need to stay in bed to recuperate!"

Jing Ran was slightly surprised, but the old emperor's face suddenly darkened, not to mention that the other four people in the palace were scared out of their eyes. They also grew up watching the Ninth Princess, who has always been quiet, when they grew up. Ever seen her so angry?

"Qi Mu, what do you want to do when you speak to the emperor in this tone, huh?" The old emperor's pupils shrank slightly.

"What's wrong with my son's tone? I have already told my father that she is the one I have been looking forward to for more than ten years, and I want to put her on the top of my heart. Now she is almost plotted to death." I wish I could immediately pull out the person behind me and hack him to death with a knife!" The eldest grandson Qimu was still full of anger, showing no trace of his usual indifference.

The four people on the left and right were already shocked by this sudden outburst and didn't know what to say, but now they were so frightened by what the eldest grandson Qimu said that they didn't know where to put their hands.

Jing Ran's heart trembled when he heard this, and he subconsciously raised his eyes to find the figure of that person.

The eldest grandson Qimu's eyes were not originally softly falling on the old emperor's face, but he suddenly sent a secret message to Jing Ran as if he had a feeling: "If you don't want to participate in tomorrow's New Year's Eve banquet and pay attention to these trivial matters, you can pretend immediately." Sick and fainted."

"..." Jing Ran heard this sentence in a soft tone as always, and then glanced at the man's cold and angry face confronting the old emperor, and the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily.

Changsun Qimu's voice transmission entered the secret and added softly: "I will catch you, it won't hurt."

Maybe it was bewitched by her soft tone, or maybe it was too tempting not to attend the palace banquet, when the old emperor stared at the eldest grandson Qimu with increasingly dark eyes, Jing Ran——suddenly fainted!

Everyone in the hall looked away, but Changsun Qimu flashed behind Jing Ran faster than his eyes, and stretched out his hand to grab her into his arms.

Feeling the soft embrace behind her, Jing Ran twitched the corners of her mouth almost imperceptibly, um, it really didn't hurt.

"This..." Marquis Wen Yuan subconsciously glanced at the head of the imperial case first, and was about to speak under the direction of the old emperor's eyes, but was interrupted by the even more annoyed voice of the eldest grandson Qimu: "Father, I saw it now." ? Father, please be sympathetic to the Deqin Palace, which has made great contributions to Qingyue's birth and death!"

After Changsun Qimu finished speaking with an angry face, he picked up Jingran and walked out of the hall.

The old emperor's obstructive voice sounded from behind: "Since the man has fainted, where are you going to take him, and don't announce the imperial physician to come to see him!"

"Naturally send her back to the mansion." Changsun Qimu kept on stepping, with a mocking tone: "The best doctor Li in the palace has long been given to the Deqin palace by the father, the father may have forgotten."

The old emperor choked, and stopped him: "You shouldn't send it back, I will arrange someone, and I declare that you are here to discuss political affairs in Mobei."

The eldest grandson Qimu still didn't turn his head, and said coolly: "My son is not in that mood now, father and emperor should wait for the sixth brother to come to discuss."

After the words fell, Changsun Qimu opened the door of the palace and stepped out without the slightest hesitation.

Jing Ran nestled obediently in her arms and remained motionless, but she endured the hard work with a smile, and quietly buried her head in this person's arms, and immediately filled her nose with the cold fragrance.

Changsun Qimu looked down at her, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, allowing the people he met along the way to look surprised, and walked towards the palace gate without squinting.

Until he left the palace and walked onto the street, Changsun Qimu still didn't let go or stop.

Jing Ran opened his eyes, looked at the auspicious cloud totem embroidered with silk thread in front of him, and asked leisurely, "Are you going to take me back to the palace like this?"

"Why not? It's natural to have a full set of acting." The eldest grandson Qimu looked innocent, looked up at the pedestrians on the street happily, and then explained grandly: "There are some thin roads on the road at the moment. The ice hasn't melted yet, so it's not safe to ride in a carriage."

As she said so, her footsteps were extremely light and steady.

Jing Ranwo chuckled lightly in her arms, and suddenly called out: "Little girl."

Changsun Qimu looked down at her, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and said in a low tone: "What do you call me, huh?"

Jing Ran closed her eyes again, and lazily repeated, "You little girl with a black heart."

The eldest grandson Qimu suddenly had a bright smile that had never been seen before. He lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose lightly on her temples, and said softly, "It's not black, it's red."

"As for the little girl—then just be the little girl."

The passers-by on both sides of the street who had been stunned were both excited and emotional. Not only did they not feel the slightest disharmony in this scene, but they were almost dazzled by the never-before-seen smile on Changsun Qimu's face, and they couldn't help sighing The two figures, the blue and the white, really matched each other perfectly.

Feeling her gentle intimacy, Jing Ran's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he heard a soft voice whispering in his ear: "Wrap around my neck."

She pursed her lips and opened her eyes, bumping into the man's soft smiling eyes, and gently wrapped her arms around them as she said, looking at the pair of long and dense eyelashes, she suddenly asked: "Little girl, how old are you?" It's been a month?"

The eldest grandson Qimu looked down at her, his eyelashes slightly lowered, "Three months, why?"

"It's only been three months, uh." Jing Ran repeated it in a low voice, and said with a smile, "Sure enough, she's still a little girl."

Changsun Qimu's long eyelashes moved, and he said calmly: "It's not young, many girls of my age are already mothers of several children."

"You still have to grow taller at the age of 15. Don't you want to grow up with your child if you are already a mother?" Jing Ran continued to smile.

Changsun Qimu suddenly stopped in his tracks, his thin lips moved, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Then you wait for me to grow taller?"

Jing Ran looked straight into her clear eyes, and saw his own figure clearly poured out of them.After a long while, his fingertips moved slightly, and he wrapped a transparent silk thread covered with something around the slender neck of the grandson Qimu, and said in the same hoarse voice:

"Wait."

The author has something to say: heck, the author wants to raise his hand to speak, I don't mean to make trouble.