Little Niang[Transmigration Book]

Tear, pain, shame, panic, resentment, fear...

Never have I been so divided in a day.

No day has ever been so utterly bad.

Rong Yu didn't know how he spent that day. In the end, he hardly had any perception. His soul seemed to have been pulled away from his body, floating in mid-air, with no way back and no way to go.

What happened to him, Rong Yu didn't know, he subconsciously avoided, all the voices were silenced, until his whole body went limp and he fell to the ground.

He seemed to hear Song Yanming calling him, but the next moment, he didn't know anything.

When he woke up, he was already in a strange palace. When he sat up with difficulty, an eunuch hurried forward, with a fawning face on his face.

"King Guang'an, are you awake?"

The words "King Guang'an" fell into his heart like hot iron, making Rong Yu lose all blood in an instant, and he just sat there like a lifeless puppet.

The imperial decree...has finally come down.

Seeing him like this, the eunuch frightened him for a moment, and immediately put away the smile on his face, and said tremblingly,

"King Guang'an?"

Rong Yu was startled, his eyes slowly focused on the other party, and he murmured,

"Why am I here?"

"You passed out at Qiyang Palace yesterday, the imperial doctor has examined it, and only said that there is nothing serious, just rest well, master, but please rest assured."

Rong Yu swallowed his saliva, but felt his throat was sore and hard to live. He got out of bed and was about to go out, but was stopped by the eunuch, with a panicked expression on his face.

"King Guang'an, Your Majesty, Your Majesty has an order that you cannot leave this Xiyue Palace until the prince is born."

"And after that." Rong Yu asked him numbly.

"Afterwards, I set off immediately and headed to the land of Shu. In the end... I will never return to Beijing for the rest of my life."

Rong Yu closed his eyes, and dug his nails into his hand heavily, as if pain could make him realize that he was still alive.

When everything was settled, he and him had no fate.

When he was discouraged and desperate, he suddenly remembered the double-headed abalone that had been simmering for two days in the small yard. He had spent so much time cleaning, soaking, removing impurities, and simmering the soup... The double-headed abalone had a cumbersome process, but He didn't do anything to others, even in the middle of the night, he was still cooking carefully, only waiting happily for Song Yanming to come back to eat with him.

But I don't want to, I will never be able to eat it.

Rong Yu staggered and took a few steps outside, the eunuch thought he was about to go out, his face tightened, and he hurriedly followed behind him.

"King Guang'an...you...you must not go out..."

Rong Yu didn't want to go out, but when he heard the eunuch's urgency, he suddenly quickened his pace and walked outside the palace.

"Someone! Somebody!"

Several eunuchs came in outside, seeing Rong Yu like this, they all panicked, they rushed up, hugging Rong Yu's legs, begging bitterly,

"King Guang'an, you must not go out!"

"May the king of Guang'an take pity on the slaves."

"Spare the slave!"

The begging for mercy kept coming and going, Rong Yu knew that if he really walked out, these eunuchs would not be able to escape the punishment, but could he go out? He looked at the heavily guarded palace gate outside and smiled miserably,

Where can he go if he leaves here?

Rong Yu swayed, feeling that the whole world was as illusory as an unreal oil painting. He stumbled back to the bed, lay down slowly, and suddenly felt a coolness on his cheeks. luster.

He didn't even know when he was crying, he wanted to continue crying, opened his mouth, but couldn't cry, he smiled miserably, all thoughts were lost, he just felt that there was nothing wrong with the world.

On this day, he hardly ate or drank. A group of eunuchs and maids knelt beside his bed, their voices mournful,

"King Guang'an, eat more or less."

Rong Yu sat up numbly, and ate the bowl of soup with unknown taste. The eunuchs were overjoyed, and carefully put away the bowl. Rong Yu then lay down, and fell asleep again in a daze.

Live, just live.

As the night gradually darkened, a heavy bell sounded suddenly.

Rong Yu was woken up, he sat up, but saw all the eunuchs and maids in the room knelt down, the palace was filled with mourning, weeping one after another.

dong... dong... dong...

The sound of the bell was deep and deep, and it stopped after ringing ninety-nine and eighty-one times, and the Xiyue Palace was plunged into a sea of ​​sorrow.

Xuanzong died.

This wise emperor who was not favored when he was young, but was accidentally pushed to the throne by his relatives as an adult, was a puppet for many years, and finally controlled the court with Lei Ling's iron fist, the curtain came to an end.

Rong Yu finally found an excuse to cry amidst the constant crying, tears streaming down her face.

Thousands of swords pierced the heart, and the fire burned the body.

The most painful thing in the world is nothing more than that.

***

In the late spring of the twenty-fifth year of the Yuan Dynasty, Xuanzong died.

In May, Prince Chongrui ascended the throne, changed his country name to Huitong, and held a grand enthronement ceremony in Taiyuan Hall to receive congratulations from the officials.

When the emperor was young, he respected the decree of the former emperor, Tai Fu Lin Feng, Pingyang Marquis Song Yanming supervised the country, and the first year of Huitong began from then on.

In the same year, the Minyue State rebelled, and when there was no harvest in the south of the Yangtze River, the refugees rebelled.The Japanese barbarians in the north stared at each other, waiting for an opportunity to go south.With the new emperor ascending the throne, frequent personnel changes in the court, and many rumors dormant and flowing around, the court was in turmoil for a while.

The torrential rain has been falling for three consecutive days, the moat is full of water, all the low-lying places have been submerged, and the sky over the capital is shrouded in haze.

Night, Lin Mansion.

In the house, a lamp is like a bean.

Lin Feng, the old master Lin was standing by the window, he was stroking his white beard, frowning.

The dark sky is like an upside-down big bowl, pouring everything into the world to its heart's content.The heavy rain pressed down the plantains in the courtyard extremely low, and some of them were overwhelmed and broke directly, lying on the ground, and were quickly washed out by the rain.

Seeing it, Lin Feng felt something in his heart, and frowned even more.

He looked far away at the courtyard gate not far away, as if following his will, the gate creaked, and a man in green shirt hurried in with an umbrella.

The rain was too heavy, and the splashed rainwater had already wetted his clothes, and it was so dense that half of his body was soaked.

Lin Feng's eyes lit up, and he immediately went up to meet him.

"Chongmo, you have worked hard."

The person who came was Rong Changfeng, he was in a mess, but his face was still dignified, he bowed to Old Madam Lin, the servants in the room took the umbrella for him, handed him a dry handkerchief, and waited Changfeng tidied up a little bit, and soon returned to his usual graceful appearance.

"The teacher told me to come here, but what's the matter?"

Rong Changfeng was recommended by Song Yanming, just joined the cabinet, and was supported by Lin Feng, and he has always respected and loved him.

The servants of the Taifu's mansion always had good eyesight, and immediately retreated one after another. When the door was closed, Lin Feng sighed heavily.

"Chongmo, I am calling you here because I really have no other choice."

It is rare for the always calm Old Madam Lin to show such a distressed expression, Rong Changfeng was startled, and quickly bowed his head,

"I don't know what the teacher is going to say."

"Do you know King Guang'an?" Lin Feng went straight to the point.

Rong Changfeng's face froze, and he felt that his breath was hot.

He didn't know what Lin Feng meant when he mentioned King Guang'an. Years ago, there were rumors of princes in the capital. One day before Xuanzong's death, an imperial decree came out of nowhere in the palace to make Rongyu of Chuzhou King of Guang'an.

Chuzhou is just a small place, and there is only one person named Rong Yu. When he first heard about it, he was both surprised and delighted. He was surprised that Rong Yu became the king of Guang'an, and happy that Rong Yu was still alive.

When he heard the news that Rong Yu was killed on the way out of Beijing, he almost fainted. Now that he got the news, he felt very impatient. Later, he heard that Song Laohou had known her identity, but in order to conceal his identity, he quietly placed him in the mansion with another identity. .

Rong Changfeng was full of doubts, he found various opportunities to enter the palace to meet Rongyu, but unfortunately, the Xiyue Palace was tightly sealed, and no one could approach him.

Rong Changfeng swallowed the bitter water in his throat,

"He... is the brother-in-law."

Lin Feng didn't foreshadow, and said directly,

"King Guang'an is nine months pregnant, do you know?"

Rong Changfeng is young, but he has always been upright and mature, and he would never lose his composure in front of outsiders, but Lin Feng's words were like thunder, which made him turn pale instantly.

"Ayu is a twin... how could she conceive?!"

His lips became paler, trembling for a moment, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he immediately turned his gaze to him,

"who?"

Lin Feng's heart was clear, and he sighed quietly, but he still answered him directly,

"Marquis of Pingyang."

As soon as the words fell, there was a gasp, Rong Changfeng stumbled back a few steps, barely able to support his body, and the only trace of blood on his face disappeared completely.

Lin Feng hurriedly stepped forward to give him a hand, helping him to sit on the couch aside,

There was another thunder, and the rain became heavier, Lin Feng was worried, now he was troubled by internal and external troubles, he was a veteran of three dynasties, he had never seen such a critical moment.

Rong Changfeng sat slumped for a long time, then asked in a hoarse voice,

"What do you need from me?"

Feeling relieved, Lin Feng took out a scroll from a brocade box on the table.

The scroll has a yellow background and a gold border, which is actually an imperial decree.

Rong Changfeng took a look with his self-supporting spirit. He only glanced twice before jumping up in panic. He looked at Lin Feng in disbelief, then at the imperial decree,

"Your Majesty...why did he..."

Lin Feng took back the imperial decree and tied it up carefully,

"This is why the old man asked you to come here quickly tonight."

There was a gleam of light in his cloudy but divine eyeballs,

"Chongmo, you shouldn't have known about this matter, but if it is according to His Majesty's will...I'm afraid I will have a relationship with Pingyang Hou. Chongmo, you are willing to help me."

Rong Changfeng couldn't help hesitating, he whispered a few words in Rong Changfeng's ear.

Rong Changfeng's eyes fluctuated violently, and slowly, the turbulent wind gradually calmed down until it turned into a pool of stagnant water, his lips moved,

"it is good."

Outside the house, all the plantains have been overwhelmed by the rain, and the branches and leaves are trembling along the running water as if they are dying. The rain gathers into a stream and washes away, and all traces are obliterated.

The night became darker and darker.