Chapter 19 Seventh Prince Murong Xun
Around the Qingming Festival is the time when it is most likely to rain.
The drizzle fell on the skin like countless soft needles.
Murong Wan stood at the door of Tingyuxuan, unable to resist her curiosity and wanted to take a look at her father inside.
He took just one step before being stopped by the guard at the door:
"Princess, the prince has ordered that no one is allowed to enter and disturb us."
Murong Wan raised her delicate and long eyebrows slightly:
"Father loves me the most, how could my going in be a bother? Go and tell Father that I'm back from the He Mansion."
"Yes, Princess." The guard knew that Princess Hengyang was pampered at home and did not dare to delay.
Murong Wan waited at the door for a while, and when she saw the guard coming back, she said in a deep voice:
"The prince said that the princess should return to Tinglan Courtyard first."
Murong Wan was stunned for a moment.
My father has always been very easy to talk to and would hardly refuse any of her requests.
Why can't she even enter the courtyard today?
Murong Wan went back to her yard to change her clothes unhappily.
Tingyuxuan, in the main room.
The doors and windows were closed and the room was dark.
Murong Xun sat dejectedly by the door, holding a tablet in his arms.
[The spirit tablet of the late Princess Pei of Prince Gong]
Murong Xun is the son of the late Concubine Rou. He has a pair of charming peach blossom eyes and always looks affectionate when looking at people.
If such eyes were on a young boy's face, they would surely capture the hearts of many young girls.
But Murong Xun is now twenty-seven years old and is no longer a teenager.
He was still handsome more than ten years ago, but now he has gained some weight and looks like a completely different person.
But his indecisive and cowardly nature never changed.
When he was a teenager, his elder brother the emperor conferred him the title of Prince Gong and gave him the fiefdom of Hongzhou.
Although the princes of this dynasty could live in the capital and remotely control their fiefdoms, the young Murong Xun was still excited to visit his fiefdom in person.
Go to Jiangnan to drink, write poetry, and see the misty and foggy scenery.
After two years in Hongzhou, he was unexpectedly stopped by remnants of the rebels on his way back to Beijing. They were numerous and well-prepared, and they engaged in a fierce battle with the palace guards.
Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Murong Xun escaped under the cover of two injured guards.
However, the remnants of the rebels also caught up with them.
Murong Xun had a famous sword sheath tied around his waist, but he only wore it because it looked good. He was powerless and could only dodge in embarrassment.
In the midst of the predicament, I heard a woman's laughter:
"Hey, don't you have a sword? Why are you just hiding?"
Murong Xun looked up and saw a girl dressed as a man riding a horse, holding the reins in one hand and a long golden whip in the other.
The sky was bright and her smile was as bright as the sun.
"I was robbed and attacked by villains. I hope the heroine can help me!" Murong Xun didn't care about anything else and asked for help urgently.
"If I save you, the sword at your waist will be mine."
"Okay!" Murong Xun agreed immediately.
The woman jumped off her horse, and the whip in her hand seemed to have eyes and hands and feet. It swept away the swords in the hands of the rebels and hit their vital points.
"Let's go!" She pulled Murong Xun onto the horse and galloped away.
The horse galloped as fast as the wind, and the woman's hair was blown onto Murong Xun's face.
Itchy.
Murong Xun was still in shock: "May I ask what your name is, lady?"
The woman's voice was blown away by the wind: "Su Xuan."
When they got to a safe place, the first thing Su Xuan did after getting off the horse was to take Murong Xun's sword.
Murong Xun lost his sword, his guards, and any belongings that could prove his identity were also lost in the chaos.
He learned that Su Xuan was going to Chang'an, so he followed her and said, "If you are willing to escort me back to Chang'an, I will reward you with ten thousand gold coins!"
Su Xuan raised her eyebrows and reached out to pinch Murong Xun's fair chin:
"Hey, pretty boy, are you obsessed with this heroine?"
Murong Xun said anxiously: "Stop talking nonsense!"
Su Xuan laughed heartily, her eyes as clear as a stream and shining like the moon.
Murong Xun's face suddenly turned red, and he stepped back in a hurry, falling on his butt in panic.
On the way to Chang'an, Su Xuan ordered Murong Xun to do this and that and treated him like a servant.
At first, he was angry but dared not say anything, but after getting along for a long time and going through several difficulties, he actually developed feelings for her.
It was not until he arrived in Chang'an that Murong Xun realized that she was not some woman from the martial arts world, but Pei Xuan, the second daughter of the Pei family.
The Pei family had two daughters, and the eldest daughter entered the palace as a concubine.
The second daughter, Pei Xuan, went to live with her grandparents in Jiangnan a few years ago. She did not develop the graceful character of a Jiangnan woman, but instead began to practice martial arts vigorously.
When she was out, she used the pseudonym Su Xuan to avoid causing trouble for the Pei family.
Emperor Murong Yu sent people to wipe out the remnants of the rebels, and at the same time appeased Murong Xun and asked him if he had any requests.
Murong Xun knelt firmly in front of his brother:
"This humble servant has long been attracted to Pei Xuan, the second daughter of the Pei family. I beg your Majesty to grant us marriage."
Murong Yu sat high on the dragon throne and looked at him deeply for a long time:
"Okay."
Murong Xun and Pei Xuan got married in the eighth year of Yongjia.
Sixteen-year-old Pei Xuan married into the royal palace. Not long after, the Pei family was accused of treason and colluding with the enemy country.
The disaster did not affect a married woman, so Pei Xuan did not have to leave Chang'an with the Pei family, but was confined to the palace.
The once outspoken woman became introverted and silent overnight.
Day by day.
Year after year.
The smile on Pei Xuan's face became less and less.
Murong Xun wanted to see her, but didn't dare to face her.
At the same time, he was also afraid that his brother would become suspicious of him because of this.
He went to Tingyuxuan very rarely.
Pei Xuan rarely looked for him and often stayed in the yard with the door closed, never coming out.
Three years passed like this.
The emperor's brother granted him another marriage, asking him to marry a girl from the He family as his concubine, and he did not dare to resist.
But if you suppress it for too long, there will come a day when you can no longer bear it.
One night, Pei Xuan got drunk in his own yard to drown his sorrows. Murong Xun, who was also drunk in the front yard, came to Tingyuxuan and stayed overnight.
In the twelfth year of Yongjia, Pei Xuan and He Yan both announced that they were pregnant.
Murong Xun was overjoyed when he heard that Pei Xuan was pregnant.
But before they could be happy for a few months, the emperor's most trusted Taoist priest Qingyang said that Pei Xuan was pregnant with a disaster that would bring disaster to the world.
A great disaster is about to happen.
The emperor looked at him coldly: "Seventh Brother, you should know clearly what to do."
Murong Xun fell to the ground and apologized, feeling cold all over.
He returned to the mansion, his eyes red, and personally brought the bowl of imperially bestowed abortion medicine to Pei Xuan:
"Xuan'er, we will have children in the future."
Pei Xuan touched her bulging belly and looked at Murong Xun with her clear eyes.
Murong Xun also looked at her.
She was born very beautiful, and although she has lost a lot of weight in recent years, she is still eye-catching.
She smiled.
His face turned pale from laughing, and tears fell silently from the corners of his eyes.
Murong Xunduanyao's hands were trembling, and even his heart in his chest was trembling.
It was the saddest smile he had ever seen, and it made him so heartbroken that pain filled every bone.
For several years thereafter, he dreamed again and again at night that she was smiling at him with tears in her eyes, and the pain was as if his heart was broken.
"There is no future."
Pei Xuan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, took the medicine bowl, and said to him:
"I saved you back then, you owe me a life, you should return it to me."
Instead of drinking the medicine, she raised her hand and smashed the medicine bowl.
As the medicine splashed, Pei Xuan pulled out a sword with a cold glow from behind him and stabbed it straight into Murong Xun's chest.
Murong Xun felt a sharp pain in his chest.
The guards outside rushed in and saw Pei Xuan breaking the window with one kick and jumping onto the wall.
The guards only then realized that the princess, who had never left the house in all these years, had such good kung fu.
In the evening, the setting sun was half gone.
A red semicircle appeared on the top of the wall, like a bloody grave.
The long wind blew Pei Xuan's hair and clothes into a flutter. Before she disappeared, she left two last words:
“This is my own child.
Murong Xun, you are not worthy."
A sword was stuck in Murong Xun's chest.
That sword was the one he had given Pei Xuan when she saved him.
She was breaking up with him.
From now on, they owe each other nothing.
She doesn't want him anymore.
"Xuan'er..."
Murong Xun spat out a mouthful of blood from his throat and fell straight back.
He was in a coma for nearly a month and had a high fever that wouldn't go away.
When he was pulled back from the brink of death by the imperial physician, his guards presented him with a bloody shirt.
"Your Highness, this was found at the foot of a cliff outside Beijing. I'm afraid the princess has already..."
The guards who chased Pei Xuan all the way to the mountains outside Beijing, but lost the clue at the cliff.
There were jackals, tigers and leopards roaming at the bottom of the cliff. The searchers followed the bloodstains and found several pieces of bloody clothes.
At the entrance of a cave, there were still a few human bones gnawed by wild beasts scattered around.
Princess Gong died.
Some people sighed and said that it would be better to die.
After his death, the Pei family was reunited in the underworld.
Because she was the daughter of a criminal, the emperor did not allow Pei Xuan's tablet to be placed in the ancestral temple.
Murong Xun privately set up a memorial tablet for Pei Xuan in Tingyuxuan.
He was too cowardly to confront the imperial power or face the rumors from outsiders.
Pei Xuan is gone, but he still follows the clan's expectations and has children. He and He Yan act like a harmonious and happy couple in front of outsiders.
But every year during the Qingming Festival, he would lock himself in Tingyuxuan, holding the tablet and muttering to himself.
"Xuan'er... there are many people like you... but in fact, no one is really like you..."
"Xuan'er, that sword of yours didn't take my life... Come back and get it..."
"I know you think I'm useless...hate that I'm weak..."
Murong Xun's fingers stroked the tablet inch by inch.
Rain splashed in through the cracks in the window.
His cheeks were slightly damp.
Outside the door stood a maid who had been guarding Tingyuxuan for many years.
The maid's name was Rendong, and she was the maid who served the late Princess Pei Xuan.
While Murong Xun was muttering to himself in front of the tablet in the house, Rendong was sweeping the floor silently in the yard.
The yard was empty for several years, and she swept it for several years.
It has been the same for years, as if waiting for its former owner to return.
When Rendong passed by the door, she heard Murong Xun's whispers and clenched the broom in her hand.
She looked around and saw that there was no one around, so she spat fiercely in Murong Xun's direction.
Pooh!
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When Murong Wan changed her clothes and went to Qionghuayuan to find her mother, the rain had stopped.
There was a wet mist everywhere.
Nanny Lin was still comforting He Yan in a low voice:
"Men in this world can never forget what they can't get. Your Highness is simply regretting it now, with a knot in his heart that he can't let go..."
"Princess, there's no need for you to get upset about this."
He Yan thought this made sense and felt a little better.
Well, the person is dead, who are you showing such affection to?
"Mom, I've changed my clothes." Murong Wan walked in.
Nanny Lin immediately shut up.
When He Yan saw her daughter's smart and energetic appearance, a smile of victory appeared on her face.
When Pei Xuan was alive, he couldn't beat her.
But now she is dead.
His daughter is a pampered princess, and his son is a prince who inherits the title.
Pei Xuan, on the other hand, could only be eaten by wild beasts until nothing remained of her body while carrying the evil that had not yet been born.
"Mother, do you think the new pearls on my head are pretty?"
Murong Wan wore a pearl flower on her head. The white South Sea pearls were inlaid on gold wire and were worth a hundred gold coins.
He Yan stroked her daughter's face:
"My mother's Wan'er is the most beautiful, no one can compare to her."
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