Chapter 87: Stunning! What is she babble about? ...
Song Xieqing entered the palace before dawn, without any personal attendants, not even Xiangyu, who had been by his side since childhood. Xiangyu refused to listen and followed him with a single sword in his pocket, but was pinned to the spot by a glance from Song Xieqing.
There was no other way, so Xiangyu had to stroll slowly and leisurely all the way back to the Song Mansion from Fengzhai. After having lunch in the mansion, he lazily leaned on the steps to bask in the sun. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves approaching.
The gate of the Song Mansion was deserted, with only a handful of servants. There was no full-time doorman, and few people stopped in front of the gate to wait for guests. The brothers in the mansion would occasionally stand in front of the door for a while when they were bored. Only when it was a festival or when they received a visiting card from a court official would they arrange for their servants to knock on the door.
Therefore, when Xiangyu rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw the figure sitting high on the horse's back, he was so frightened that he almost rolled off the steps. Xiangyu rubbed his eyes again and again, pinched his cheeks again and again, and he confirmed again and again that he was not dreaming. For a moment, Xiangyu felt like he was struck by lightning, but he could not find anyone else to share the wonder before him.
There was more than one person sitting beside Shaojun. Not only that, the other person was even a girl.
The young lady looked to be only a few years older than him. Her dark blue bun was a little loose, and her plain silk skirt made her look graceful and elegant. However, there were water marks on her shoulders for no apparent reason. The young lady had a beautiful face like cream, with clear eyebrows and eyes like stars and eyebrows like willows. She was so fairy-like that she made a rose on the side look pale in comparison.
Xiang Yu was still dumbfounded when he saw his young master dismount and walk a few steps forward. The woman on the horse frowned and said, "Song Xieqing, I won't dismount."
Everything was quiet. Xiangyu saw that Shaojun, who was always cold and indifferent to girls, turned back to his horse. Although he did not exchange glances with the woman on the horse, he extended his open palm to her.
Xiangyu: ...
The woman naturally placed her hand on the young master's palm, and her fingertips scratched it lightly.
The young master's expression remained unchanged, but because of the woman's teasing in his palm, he held her hand and took the man down from the horse steadily.
Xiangyu: ...
Although the young lady looked delicate, she was not weak and frail. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she fell straight towards the young master as if she had no bones.
Their figures briefly touched, and Xiangyu's eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of a faint reddening on the tips of Shaojun's ears. "No," Xiangyu shook her head. "It must have been the strong wind that had blown them red."
Zhu Hao had already withdrawn from Song Xieqing's arms. She curled her lips slightly and reached for Song Xieqing's hand, but he ignored her and walked into the mansion without looking back.
Seeing that the woman's outstretched hand was empty, Xiangyu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that her relationship with Shaojun was not as close as he had just guessed.
He glanced at Zhu Hao again. She had a beautiful face with cloud-like hair and mist-like hair. She was indeed a real beauty.
But when has the Song Mansion ever lacked beauties? Which of the girls in the side courtyards isn't incredibly beautiful?
"Xiangyu, have you seen enough?" Song Xieqing turned around suddenly when he reached the Chuihua Gate. "Arrange a place for her to stay."
"Okay." Xiangyu just turned his eyes away and said to Zhu Hao, "Miss, please."
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The Grand Princess's Mansion.
Mei Lianjun was called away by the nanny beside Princess Wanyi to be lectured, and she did not rush back to her own residence until late at night.
At that time, the room was crowded with people inside and outside the screen. No matter they were the imperial doctors in the palace or the so-called talented people in the world, they all had worried faces. Even in the name of the Grand Princess, only a few people were sent from the palace. The imperial doctors hesitated and said that a noble in the inner palace was ill and they could not leave for the time being.
Beneath the brocade quilt, the movement was slight.
Mei Lianjun asked one by one, but all the doctors were evasive and hesitant in their words. She understood what was going on and sent all the doctors away.
The candlelight was dim, casting a shadow on the plain silk screen. The person on the couch was just like the candle, slowly fading away.
Mei Lianjun wrung out the towel and wiped the sweat from Fanhua's forehead.
As the candlelight flickered, the flame rose higher in an instant when it was about to go out. The wet eyelashes trembled slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
"Xiaohua..." Mei Lianjun's voice was choked with sobs. She had thought that if the person on the couch woke up, he would definitely question her harshly, asking her why she was alive but did not rush to the Mei family and the Grand Princess's Mansion, why there had been no news from her in the past three years... and why she ended up in such a dying state now.
But when the words came to her mouth, she just clenched her cold hands and asked softly: "Xiaohua, is there anything I can do for you?"
Her pale lips opened slightly, but she did not respond immediately. Her mind was dizzy and her thoughts were like clouds of smoke, intermittent and difficult to gather.
In a trance, she remembered that she was there the night Yu Shu was escorted into the palace.
In her sleeve, there was a secret letter that this person had slipped to her during the chaos.
Jiang Zhi pressed for information about Jiang Ji's whereabouts, fearing his conspiracy with the Qing Kingdom to murder Emperor Ying's eldest son would be exposed. After all, Yu Shu was still alive, so perhaps Prince Ling... wasn't dead either? What if the Qing Kingdom hadn't killed Jiang Ji, but instead had him under house arrest?
And...that person.
Although Jiang Zhi was born in Ying Palace, he grew up in Qing and was well aware of the cunning and deceitful nature of the Qing people.
"It's alright if you don't want to talk. Killing him would be just what the general wants. If he dies, he'll never speak again." The young emperor sat high on the throne and said lightly, "Changhua, you do it."
The poison of Gelsemium elegans is fatal.
But she could only kneel before the throne as she had done every day for the past three years, holding a cup of poisoned wine and spouting the flattering words she had long since repeated: "Your Majesty is wise and wise."
She didn't know what exactly Shengming meant.
"Chenghua, tell me, if it was really the Qing Kingdom that captured my elder brother and General Yu three years ago, why did they only release Yu Shu now? Oh, are they trying to use this to blackmail me? So what do they want? Territory? Jewels? Or... the entire Great Ying?"
The bright lights in the hall stretched the young emperor's shadow. He sighed suddenly and said sarcastically, "If it really doesn't work, I'll just give them whatever they want. Although I'm the son of Emperor Ying, I grew up in Qing and eat Qing millet..."
"Chenghua, why don't you say anything?" He smiled and said, "Okay, I know you want to kill me. There are many people like you... But this is also one of the few pleasures I have. You hate me so much, but you seem helpless, which is quite interesting..."
"Chenghua, what's with that expression on your face?" The young emperor suddenly turned cold, paused, and chuckled again, "Never mind... you thought well, and your guess was also correct..."
"I am here to destroy Daying."
She really wanted to kill him, and had been thinking about it for three whole years. The blood of her relatives who were beheaded on the guillotine was still soaked in her heart.
For this reason, she sheathed her claws and waited for the right opportunity. Finally, when she saw Yu Shu again in Fengzhai and ran into him again in the brothel, she knew that she had waited for it, but he seemed to have forgotten everything, forgotten to give her the secret letter that could overthrow the court, and even forgot that she had personally poured the poisoned wine into his throat.
Sacrifice Yu Shu and let her die. As long as he can get close to Jiang Zhi and kill this dog emperor, it will be a worthwhile deal.
She put the blade to Yu Shu's neck, forcing him to conspire with her to kill the king. He should have gotten away with it, but he bit himself to death because he lost his skills... Well, if he still remembered some martial arts, why would a dignified general be constrained by her?
Taking advantage of the moment when Jiang Zhi fell, those who were protecting him and those who were trying to kill him rushed towards him.
She told Yu Shu that no matter what martial arts moves he used, he only needed to draw out his dagger and stab the dog emperor hard...
Just as she was about to succeed, a black shadow leaped down from the dozens of feet high golden dragon pillar, and chopped down with a huge axe, blocking her and Yu Shu's way.
She couldn't see it clearly, but the tiger head tattoo on her arm looked particularly ferocious under the candlelight.
Chenghua lay on the couch with her eyes wide open, the clarity in her eyes gradually gathering, but she still couldn't figure out why Lan Yuan was in Ying Palace? And why did he help Jiang Zhi?
The tears rolled down her cheek silently and seeped into the pillow. "He's dead, isn't he?"
Mei Lianjun knew she was referring to Yu Shu and whispered, "I've already buried him."
Her throat felt like it was blocked by a sharp knife, and Chenghua was almost out of breath. She said with a weak breath: "A Yin..."
"You found some letters on me, didn't you? Two... One from General Yu, and one written before I entered the palace... There are many things I haven't had time to tell you in person. If you want to know, Ayin, please take a look first and then give it to Song Lang." She suddenly coughed violently, and blood flowed from the corner of her lips. "Ayin, what General Yu wrote is too shocking. Don't believe it easily. It needs to be verified..."
"Okay... Ah Yin, don't cry." She smiled palely, trying to wipe away the tears from Mei Lianjun's eyes, but she was powerless. "A Yin, if you think I died three years ago, you won't be sad."
"By the way, there's no need to tell Ah Lin it was me, so she won't be as upset as you were."
“…”
The few flames on the candlesticks that were still lingering were finally extinguished.
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Song Xieqing lay on the couch with his clothes on. He had not washed or changed his clothes tonight. During the day, he couldn't help but hug the woman in his arms. At this moment, his clothes were still stained with her faint fragrance.
Song Xieqing tossed and turned on the couch, his mood stirred again by the soft fragrance lingering around his nose. He buried his head in her clothes, his lips inadvertently rubbing against the front of her clothes that was stained with her scent. Song Xieqing licked his lips for some unknown reason... When he came to his senses, his whole body stiffened, his blood boiling, as if something was running rampant in his body, eager to break out. This was the first time in his life that he hugged a girl, and he had no idea that girls were so fragrant, soft and sweet... Or was she the only one?
He had no interest in the woman beside him. Before his eyes, only Zhu Hao's figure kept flashing, her slightly furrowed brows when unhappy, her crescent-shaped eyes when smiling, and her two rosy lips when speaking. He actually wanted to...
Song Xieqing gasped and clenched his fists, secretly cursing himself as a beast in human clothing.
It was not until dawn that his whole body was soaked and his burning body temperature gradually cooled down. As his mind returned to normal, all the events of the day came to his mind.
The shadows of the trees were swaying in the forest. When he turned around, he saw tiny fireflies floating in the sky. The woman in front of him was standing quietly in the air, her figure was almost transparent, and she was exactly the same as the woman in his dream. He was stunned where he was, wondering if he was dazzled.
In the blink of an eye, when he opened his eyes again, she was standing in front of him as lively as a normal person, with bright eyes and a smile on her face.
Song Xieqing's heart was beating like a drum, and he felt uneasy for a long time.
When he hugged her gradually warming body, his heart finally settled down.
The woman in his arms nudged him, "Song Xieqing, so you were a crybaby a hundred years ago?"
Only then did he realize with surprise that his jaw was damp, her shoulders were wet from his tears. Song Xieqing took a step back, wiping away the tears from her face as if nothing had happened, her tone returning to her usual coldness, "Where we came from, we shall return."
The woman frowned, and Song Xieqing's heart trembled inexplicably. He only heard her say, "You hugged someone, got some benefits, and now you turn your face and deny it?"
"Song Xieqing, I have nowhere to go and no one to rely on..." She tilted her head, looked at him eagerly, and complained, "Why are you so petty now? You can't even let me stay at your house for a few days? Besides, a hundred years from now, your home will be my home, and my home will be yours."
...What is she mumbling about?
The breeze blew on her face, and the mountains and forests behind her turned into a green sea. She stood in front of the sparkling green waves, her clothes fluttering like a butterfly.
Is she just a pretty lady with decent looks?
It's much more than that... he thought to himself.
Song Xieqing turned his eyes away, and the corners of his lips raised in a curve that he himself did not notice.
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The author has something to say: Pianpian: He is so pretentious
Xiao Song: Woohoo, my body smells like Pianpian. I won’t take a shower tonight. qwq
Xiangyu: Damn it
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