Chapter 1090 What has Your Highness done wrong?
This name was originally picked out by Xiao Wei while she leaned on his shoulder and flipped through the poetry books.
At that time, she always caressed her belly, which had not yet shown its pregnancy, and said with a smile: "In the future, I will teach Zheng'er to use two swords. The left hand will learn the Lan family's spear technique, and the right hand will learn the Jiang family's sword technique."
Now the cold sword is still there, but the beautiful lady is dead.
The draft outside the mourning hall swirled paper money, and Lan Feng's nails dug deeply into the cracks of the coffin.
The tiger-head hat that my mother embroidered before she died is still on her dressing table. She said she would put it on her grandson when he was one month old.
The thread in the hands of a loving mother is the fabric that sews clothes for her son, but the thread will eventually break.
"Everyone get out."
He suddenly buried his face in his palms: "Let me talk to them..."
The old butler hesitated to speak, and finally blew out half of the lanterns in the corridor.
Amid the creaking sound of the door hinges turning, Lan Feng rested his forehead against the cold cypress coffin.
His mother's face, covered with lead powder, looked as if she was asleep, and her hair was still pinned with the fox fur headband he had bought from hunting last year.
Sparks suddenly flew from the unburned paper money in the copper basin, making the whole room flicker.
Lan Feng took off his blood-stained wristband and gently placed it on her smiling folded hands. The black iron armor touched the emerald jade bracelet, and the clinking sound awakened the loneliness in the room.
"Xiaowei..." Lan Feng's throat suddenly seemed to be filled with rough sand and gravel, and the words broke into trembling voices as soon as he opened his mouth.
He gazed at his wife's peaceful sleeping face almost greedily, until his fingertips felt the biting coldness like metal, and then he realized that the unfinished family conversations had become fragments that were forever blown away in the wind.
From then on, no one in the world left a light for him to return home.
When the salty tears condensed into frost on his clothes, he finally closed the heavy cypress coffin lid.
The moment he pushed open another coffin, the air in his chest seemed to be sucked away by invisible claws - Jiang Xiaowei's porcelain-white face was covered with dark blue bruises, like pear blossoms broken by a rainstorm.
"How dare they?"
The sound of cloth tearing was particularly harsh in the silent mourning hall. When Lan Feng saw the more horrific scars on his wife's shoulders and neck, his knuckles made a series of crisp noises.
It turned out that the letter announcing the death contained a secret that was dirtier than death.
The girl he swore to hold in his hands was now suffering inhuman torture while carrying their child.
"Someone come!"
The sleeves stained with rosin brushed across the coffin, and Lan Feng's voice tempered the cold iron of the northern border.
The old butler looked at the young general's tense back and seemed to see the young man who broke into the enemy's formation on his own.
"Prepare the horses and go to Princess Changle's mansion."
After passing through the triple-layered gate with hanging flowers, Lan Feng was led straight to the bedroom.
When he saw Jiang Xue leaning against the soft pillow, his pupils suddenly constricted - the once bright and beautiful princess now had a pale face, and the jade belt around her waist was empty with tassels hanging down.
"The baby was born prematurely."
Xiao Zhan gently placed the medicine bowl on the gilded table: "When I was performing the cesarean section to take the baby, the imperial physician said that if it was delayed for another minute..."
"General Lan, please ask whatever you want to ask."
Jiang Xue stroked the phoenix pattern on the brocade quilt and thought of the argument in the morgue that day.
The words Xiao Zhan said when he insisted on keeping all the evidence are still ringing in my ears: "Do you think that covering the scars can erase what happened?"
"Who is the real murderer?" Every word sounded like a bead of blood gnawing out from between teeth.
"Feng Ziqing was the mastermind, Ateli handed over the knife, Ge Lianxiang was the watcher, and Huangfu Shang cleaned up the mess."
Jiang Xue's pale lips suddenly curled up in a self-deprecating arc: "And me, if Xiaowei hadn't been left alone to attend the banquet that day..."
“Your Highness!”
Lan Feng grabbed the hilt of the sword fiercely, and the black iron made a bloody mark on his palm. "Please hand over the first three people to me."
He looked at the startled birds flying by outside the window, as if he saw the royal flag flying on the city wall of Tianshui Kingdom: "As for Huangfu Shang..."
"He's in the dungeon in the west wing."
There was a slight sound of rings outside the door, and Fu Dong stepped through the threshold holding the baby in his arms: "Young General, do you want to come over now?"
Lan Feng took one last look at the flickering candlelight on the desk, and when he turned around, his black cloak fluttered in the draft.
Amid the tinkling of copper bells on the eaves, Jiang Xue suddenly asked softly, "Who do you think his first strike will land on?"
"Is it important?"
Xiao Zhan handed the medicine to her lips: "When the wolf king shows his fangs, the prey will only regret why they angered him."
"Thank you."
Lan Feng clasped his fists and turned around, the hem of his black clothes rolling up the fine snow.
Jiang Xue suddenly grabbed his sleeve and said, "What happened in the northern border back then..."
Before he finished speaking, Lan Feng had already pulled back his sleeves. When he lowered his eyes, his crow-feather eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes: "I am terrified. What has Your Highness done wrong?"
After saying that, he quickly stepped out of the palace, and the jade pendant on his waist hit the door frame and broke into two pieces.
Jiang Xue looked at the broken jade on the ground, and a taste of rust rose in her throat.
Three years ago, when the avalanche blocked the valley in the northern border, Lan Feng, who was supposed to be stationed on the grain road, was transferred to the southern border because of her secret order.
Now, the wronged souls of 30,000 soldiers have turned into the never-dispersing mist of Yuzhangtai, lingering outside the palace walls every night.
"Xiaoxue, be careful of the cold."
Xiao Zhan took off the silver fox cloak and wrapped it around her thin shoulders, but his hands felt cold.
The person in his arms suddenly raised his face, his amber pupils reflecting the flickering candlelight: "Do you know the files submitted by the Ministry of Justice the other day? Among the names of the dead in battle... is the youngest brother of the Lan family."
Xiao Zhan's heart suddenly tightened, and he held the person a little tighter in his arms.
A muffled voice came from his arms: "If I hadn't insisted on him going south, the Lan family would still have descendants to take care of them. Now that it's like this, it's better for me to..."
“Nonsense!”
Xiao Zhan suddenly tightened his arms, and the black iron wrist guard hurt Jiang Xue: "If you say such heart-breaking words again, I will tie up all the witch doctors in Southern Xinjiang and bring them to Yujing."
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt the fabric on his shoulders becoming wet and hot, and the person in his arms was trembling like a crabapple tree that had fallen from its branch.
The sound of chains dragging on the floor came from the side hall. Feng Ziqing looked at the haggard face in the bronze mirror and actually laughed out loud.
Half a month ago, she was the respected empress dowager, but now she spends her days counting bricks in this cold dungeon.
Suddenly, the iron gate burst open, and a figure with a breath of frost and snow stood against the light, with the token of the head of the Lan family hanging around his waist.
"Feng Clan's Ziqing."
Lan Feng's voice was like an ice-hardened blade, scaring the rats in the corner and causing them to flee in all directions.
His black brocade boots stepped on the dry grass on the ground, and the silver chain on his waist jingled with his steps, which was particularly clear in the silent cell.
Feng Ziqing raised her hand to tidy up her disheveled hair, the shackles on her wrists jingling: "General, are you here to give me poisoned wine or white silk?"
Before he could finish his words, the cold sword tip was already at his throat.
Lan Feng's eyes sparkled with cold stars, and the cloud pattern on the hilt of the sword was deeply engraved into the skin on her neck: "Why did you frame her for the grain bill?"
"Ha ha……"
Feng Ziqing suddenly laughed so hard that her body shook uncontrollably, and the golden hairpins in her hair fell into the dust: "I thought you, General Lan, were extremely wise, but it turns out you are also an idiot!"
She suddenly stepped forward, letting the sword cut her skin: "Do you really think that the war report from Southern Xinjiang was delivered on the day you left the camp?"
The palm wind wrapped in powerful energy came whistling, and Feng Ziqing crashed heavily into the vermilion lacquered corridor column.
The smell of blood filled the air between her lips and teeth. Feng Ziqing spat out half of her broken molar, but her smile became even brighter: "General Lan, this slap is much gentler than the one you gave me when you refused marriage at Yanmen Pass."
Lan Feng's dark robe fluttered in the night wind, his knuckles turned white from pinching his fingers: "You should be thankful that you can still speak now."
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