Chapter 71 Panic (1) [VIP]
But at that time, the Emperor of Daning discovered that the Ninth Prince had committed suicide out of fear of punishment, and the poison he took was very similar to that used by Sun Zhongzhong...
She snorted coldly, thinking that General Sun's life could just as well be taken on by His Highness.
Although Linglan didn't understand the mystery, she knew that Miss Chu had something in mind: "Miss, you entered Lingning Palace with a plan in mind, are you well prepared?"
Seeing she didn't say anything, Rumeng, skilled at reading her expressions, quickly winked at the maid: "We believe you, young lady. If you don't say anything, we won't ask."
She really didn't want to answer this question. Firstly, she didn't want others to know about the affairs of Long State, and secondly, she didn't want to have anything to do with these two women.
"You can't stay in this room for too long. You two better be careful."
Chu Qingluo bowed respectfully and sent the two girls away, fearing that the palace guards outside would become suspicious.
The room was quiet, with only the occasional sound of wind blowing by the long window. She went back to her dressing table, picked out a hairpin, and calmly put it on her bun.
At dusk, the shadows of the trees outside the window swayed, and the lush branches and leaves were rustling in the wind. She stood up and closed the window. When she looked back, she saw a dark figure standing leisurely, with a handsome face and a gentle smile.
"Princess, guess what goodies I've brought?" Feng Yan pulled out a neatly wrapped pastry from his arms, raised his eyebrows, and chuckled. "This is His Highness the Ninth Prince's pastry. It looks exquisite, and I wanted you to try it."
It's already this late, and he's still thinking about stealing cakes...
Chu Qingluo looked at the dessert in Fengxuan's palm. It looked really delicate and delicious. Perhaps he stole it because he saw that the Ninth Prince liked it very much.
She recalled what happened yesterday and couldn't help but feel angry: "You are surrounded by His Highness's people, and you still come here rashly. This is tantamount to committing suicide."
"Don't worry, Princess. With their abilities, they can't catch me." Knowing that she was referring to the incident of appearing on the eaves last night, Feng Xuan leisurely put down the cakes and returned in a particularly relaxed manner.
What she had said to him fell on deaf ears. She rebuked him coldly and said sternly, "I told you not to act rashly, but you insisted on doing it without authorization..."
Feng Xuan leaned slowly against the wall, spread his hands, and replied helplessly, "Princess, you are wronged. I saw that you were powerless to fight back, so I deliberately led them away."
Now that she was safe, she would forgive him this time. After all, this madman had protected her once.
"I never thought it would be so difficult to take action in the tent. His Highness's shadow guards are truly omnipresent..." Chu Qingluo muttered, then looked at the man in black clothes, "I guess only His Majesty can punish him, and then the Ninth Prince can be eliminated."
When it came to punishment, they would take away her account books and let the Ministry of Revenue review them. She closed her eyes and thought for a moment, and when she opened them again, her eyes were cold.
"The account books haven't been stolen yet?" She looked coldly at the mysterious figure in front of her eyes and asked him directly about the whereabouts of the account books.
Feng Yan lowered his eyes and sighed slightly, mumbling his words, not daring to look at her: "Your Highness has sent many people to guard the bedroom, so it is difficult for me to get close..."
After several days, the Fuzhao Left Envoy still hadn't sneaked out. Chu Qingluo gave another instruction, as if issuing a death order to the man in front of him: "If you don't sneak out again, don't come to see me next time."
"I'll think of another way..." Feng Yan, having angered the princess once again, remained silent and thought for a moment. He couldn't help but look at her bandaged left hand, his eyes trembling slightly. "Princess...are you seriously injured?"
"You are more seriously injured than me, yet you still care about me?" She smiled indifferently, then touched Feng Yan's arm and felt a scar through the thin clothes.
"This injury was sustained last night, right?"
Then he groaned in pain, gnashing his teeth and saying solemnly, "If I can get the princess back safely, even my death is worth it."
die?
This man still has a lot of use to her, so she can't let him die so easily...
Chu Qingluo looked at the ointment brought by Linglan, and didn't know whether it was a gift from His Highness or given secretly by the palace maid. At least this medicine can heal superficial wounds.
She decisively fetched the medicine, ordered the man to sit down, and was about to take off his clothes and apply the medicine to Feng Yan: "This medicine was given by His Highness. I will apply it to you."
"Princess, you haven't used this ointment yet, right?" Feng Yan was stunned for a moment, stuffed the medicine back into her hand, and suddenly pulled her into his arms, "Princess, this is enough for my life."
"Princess, just take care of yourself. You don't need to worry about your subordinates." He was trembling slightly. This medicine was precious, so it was better to leave it to the princess. He smiled faintly, straightened his clothes, and was about to leave. "The cakes are still hot, princess, please enjoy them."
The strange poison that Linglan had told her was still lingering in her mind, so she hurriedly called Feng Yan and asked.
"Wait a minute, do you still have the poison you gave me earlier?" Chu Qingluo hinted at something, her eyes flickering.
He knew what the princess was talking about. Feng Yan respectfully took out a medicine bottle and handed it to her: "This is all. I present it to you."
"If this succeeds, you will be the greatest contributor."
Seeing Jing's smile suddenly blossomed, she shook the medicine bottle in the air and happily put it back into her sleeve.
However, Feng Xuan held his finger in the air for a few moments, then gently put it down as if nothing had happened.
In the dead of night, the courtyard of Lingning Palace was quiet and peaceful. Although there were many shadows all around, the shadow guards hidden in the night were all protecting His Highness's bedroom.
There were only a few palace guards in the garden, and a few palace lanterns hanging in the corridor. The few footsteps seemed to disturb the night.
While taking turns to keep watch, a palace maid quietly sneaked into the room.
There was no candle in the room, only the moonlight shining between the two of them, so they had to be careful and cautious with every step they took.
Looking at the person coming, Chu Qingluo's expression was slightly serious. She stretched out her hand and took out the medicine. There was only one bottle of this medicine in the world, and others could not detect its toxicity.
"If I really reveal my true identity, slave..."
Since it was a matter of life and death, Linglan naturally knew some rules. She calmly accepted the medicine and wanted to leave cautiously.
Seeing his figure gradually receding, she hurriedly said, "Remember, on the day of the birthday banquet, you must not act impulsively or act prematurely."
"I'll remember that." She listened to the palace maid's reply, her figure walking along the corridor and disappearing in the mist.
We now have some clues. We just need to wait for Feng Yan to steal the account books that the Ninth Prince presented to Your Majesty and show them to the world, and the clues will emerge.
However, the master of Lingning Palace seemed to have noticed something and stationed some people outside the bedroom, making it difficult for Feng Yan to enter.
He was not allowed to come to see her unless she stole the account book. Feng Yan may have really listened to his words, and after that day, he never came to see her again.
More than half a month had passed since then. The breeze had grown colder, the red leaves had become sparser, and it was already early autumn.
Before, she always felt that Feng Yan had a strange personality. Sometimes he was docile and obedient, and sometimes he liked to act on his own and get into trouble. She didn't like him, but she hadn't seen him for a long time and she missed him a little.
One afternoon, she met the Fuzhao Zuoshi again. He stood in front of her with empty hands, his head hung, and he did not dare to speak for a long time.
She felt inexplicably soft-hearted, thinking back to how lonely she had been during the past few days without seeing him, and so she forgave him in her heart: "If you didn't steal the account books, don't come looking for me. I've already made it clear."
"Don't worry, Princess. I've figured out a plan. I'll be able to steal the account book in a few days." Feng Yan's hands trembled slightly as he clasped his fists respectfully as usual, muttering, "I haven't seen you for half a month. I'm afraid you're getting bored, so I wanted to come and see you..."
She remained expressionless. He thought for a moment, then suddenly cleared his throat, frowned solemnly, and spoke sternly.
"Everyone, turn to the third volume of The Dao of the Qin. Mu Wanxian, you will recite it."
She was stunned by the situation, and suddenly understood.
This inky shadow was actually imitating Mr. Qu's teaching style, and his speech and behavior were quite decent.
Seeing her expression finally change slightly, Feng Yan coughed coldly and said in a serious voice, "You need to practice the ending part of this zither piece more. If you insist on playing it like this, you can't be called a student from the Music Bureau."
As he spoke, he picked up an ink brush and tapped the desk with the pen. He imitated her so well that she laughed softly.
"How can you imitate it so well..." Chu Qingluo couldn't help laughing, but she felt that it was too unbecoming, so she covered her lips.
"I have been observing for a long time and I know how Mr. Qu teaches in class." Hearing this, Feng Yan raised his eyebrows proudly and whispered, his eyes suddenly dimming.
"I will certainly keep an eye on those the princess cares about."
He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and muttered to himself, "If I could learn from him, the princess might like me a little more..."
No one can imitate Mr. Qu's awe-inspiring temperament. This madman is 70% similar to him. He must have been secretly spying on him for a long time.
Perhaps when she was studying the qin at the Music Bureau, Feng Yan had secretly watched some of her classes, trying to imitate the teacher's demeanor, just to please her.
"What good is there in imitating his seriousness..." Chu Qingluo smiled softly, observing the man in the private room. "I still like Feng Yan's true appearance the most. No one else can imitate him."
"Princess, are you no longer angry with me?" Feng Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked cautiously.
Just then, a peach petal fell on the windowsill. She turned her head and looked, her vision dazed for a moment: "In this deep palace, you are the only one who can talk to me. I will not be angry."
With a soft sigh, she looked up at the falling peach blossoms. Autumn had already arrived, and there were only a few peach blossoms left on the branches. "Time flies! It's been almost six years since you entered Fuzhao, and I haven't accomplished anything yet..."
"With my subordinates here, Princess will definitely succeed." Feng Yan followed her gaze, was stunned for a moment, and replied resolutely.
With his heart, she had already achieved her wish. Every day was a precarious journey, and she needed a loyal and unwavering attendant, and Feng Yan was the perfect choice.
"I once had a crush on you, sir. I wanted to live a carefree life like you," Chu Qingluo paused, then slowly lowered her gaze, casually glancing at the man who had been waiting patiently. "But you and I are not compatible. We have different opinions on many things..."
"The one in this world who understands me best is you..." Her face was filled with a hint of joy, and she looked back at him with a sense of guilt. "I had never let it go before, but now I have completely let it go. Are you still willing to stay with me?"
"willing."
Feng Yan answered without hesitation, as if no matter how she hurt him, he would be as soft-hearted as cotton and leave her a place of peace of mind.
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