He wanted to ask them why they stopped when he didn't ask them to stop, but that was wrong. Their expressions were too strange, not like the bearers he was used to...
His ears were also a little itchy. He reached out and took out his ears, but they were wet and sticky, and they were all filled with blood. He was shaking in place, looking around blankly. The lights were so beautiful, like the eyes of a lover in a lonely lost place.
Especially the one in the Jingxiao Hall of the Imperial Palace looked at him earnestly and called him back.
So he walked towards the palace, one step, two steps, every step was covered with blood, three steps, four steps. He was so tired. He was too fat. Walking was too hard. He might as well sit down and rest. He leaned on the wall.
Go up and slide down slowly, your eyes fixedly looking in the direction of the palace, the corners of your lips and eyes, blood meandering down.
The next day, the first snow of winter started to fall in the sky. The boiling snow soon engulfed the capital. Someone found a corpse on the roadside. The corpse was frozen stiff and its eyes were wide open. It was the powerful one.
The old prince.
Yunzi was swimming in the Jingxiao Palace. The baby was in the arms of the wet nurse, crying. He was leaning on the dragon couch, propping up his chin and looking at the crying baby. There was a low voice talking outside, and he frowned, "Who is there?"
Outside, come in and talk!”
Outside, a servant from Prince Rui's Mansion came in and bowed down to Yunzi to persuade him about the old prince's affairs. Yun Ziyou's face turned pale, and an unexplained smile flashed in his clear eyes. He sneered, "How is that possible?
, Grandpa was having a good time at Jingxiao Palace last night, he must be trying to trick me into dealing with the Wei family in this way..."
The slave didn't speak, but lowered his head. Yun Ziyou looked at the slave intently for a moment, then stood up and said, "Where are the guards who escorted grandpa home last night? I want to see them!"
The slave started sobbing and knelt on the ground with weak knees, "Young Master, the guards who escorted the old man back to the house have disappeared. They must have taken refuge in the Wei family. The Wei family has bullied others too much. The old prince must be avenged!"
"
Yun Ziyou was startled for a moment, then turned around indifferently and walked outside. Under the dazzling white snow, his figure was thin and desolate.
*
On the carriage, sparks flew out from the bumpy stove. Yan Xiaoyu covered the fair face of the child in her arms with her hands. She turned and looked at Xiao Ninglan, "Tell me, when will the snow stop? It's not too bad to set up a stove on the carriage.
Safety."
Xiao Ninglan looked at Yan Xiaoyu for a long time, then put a black bamboo cover on the stove and said softly, "Give me the child. You have a rest. We may not be able to stay tonight. We will rush to Zhongnan Mountain overnight."
Then go straight to Peach Blossom Island."
Yan Xiaoyu nodded and let Xiao Ninglan take Xiao Yunduo over. She straightened Xiao Yunduo's cotton-padded clothes, leaned a little closer to Xiao Ninglan, and whispered, "Ning Lan, are you afraid of getting involved in the right and wrong here again?"
Xiao Ninglan nodded, turned around, held the baby in one hand, and Yan Xiaoyu in the other, letting the baby and her sit on one of his legs, and said lightly, "I don't have much time to begin with, and I don't want to waste it anymore.
Regarding these matters, we should live our lives well, Yun Ziyou and Wei Jinhan are about to start a fight."
Yan Xiaoyu nodded, "I noticed that along the way, there was a lot of noise everywhere!"
Xiao Ninglan pointed to the window of the carriage with her chin and said coldly, "Besides, the old prince is dead..."
Yan Xiaoyu was startled and almost couldn't sit still on Xiao Ninglan's lap. She held his arms with both hands, "How did you know that the old prince was dead?"
"Have you not noticed that all the people on the roadside are wearing linen clothes and wearing mourning on their arms? I am afraid that the only one in Xiliang who can be buried with national gifts is the old prince." Xiao Ninglan's voice was neither salty nor bland, but her deep eyes were twinkling.
The light of wisdom.
Yan Xiaoyu's face suddenly turned pale. First, the ghost woman left, and Ziyou was severely hit. Now it's the old prince, his only relative, how can he get through this difficulty?
He must be in pain, right? But for a man like him, even if he is sad, he will not show it on his face. He will only find a big tree, sit on it alone, and lick his wounds lonely.
"Are you worried about him?" Xiao Ninglan said calmly, holding Yan Xiaoyu's hands tightly with one hand.
Yan Xiaoyu withdrew her gaze, looked at Xiao Ninglan, and nodded unabashedly. Xiao Ninglan held her in his arms and said softly, "Don't worry, it's okay. All difficulties and pain will pass one day."
"Who do you think will win, Ziyou or Wei Jinhan?" Yan Xiaoyu asked in a low voice from the crook of his shoulder, smelling the faint fragrance on his neck.
"It's hard to say. From the current point of view, there should be a third hand messing up the situation behind the scenes. Wei Jinhan doesn't seem like someone who would do such stupid things to get angry, but if Yun Ziyou is not calm enough, he will probably lose both sides in the fight with Wei Jinhan!
"Xiao Ninglan calmly expressed his opinion. After so many years in the court, he had already seen clearly the tricks of fighting for power, but Yun Ziyou was in the middle. I'm afraid it would not be so easy for him to see clearly.
"Who is the third hand?" Yan Xiaoyu stood up, sat upright, and looked intently at the handsome Xiao Ninglan.
Xiao Ninglan shook her head and honestly expressed her opinion, "I don't know."
"Let's Feige send a message to Ziyou and tell him to be careful, okay?" Yan Xiaoyu held Xiao Ninglan's hand in both hands and looked at him prayingly.
Xiao Ninglan looked at her and shook her head helplessly, "If you had suspected that Yun Ziyou sent people to hunt us down at the beginning, why wouldn't he suspect that I would be the third hand behind the scenes or the one behind the scenes of the Wei family?
Where is Bin?"
Yan Xiaoyu didn't speak, just thinking about the meaning of his words. Yes, from the moment Gui Po died, Yun Ziyou was already a Yun Ziyou who was no longer willing to be honest with her. He is now a member of Prince Rui's Mansion
As a successor, all his considerations will definitely be from the perspective of the palace.
"Don't worry, even if Yun Ziyou falls into the trap now, Wei Jinhan has no reason to fight with Yun Ziyou." Xiao Ninglan rubbed Yan Xiaoyu's brow and pinched her pink cheeks lovingly.
Yan Xiaoyu fell into his arms and murmured, "Ning Lan, my head hurts when I think of these things. Let's leave early. Ziyou must be a good person and everything will be fine."
of!"
Xiao Ninglan nodded with a smile, put Xiao Yunduo into the cradle next to her, let Yan Xiaoyu rest her legs on her legs, and gently rubbed her temples.
Yan Xiaoyu closed her eyes and gradually fell asleep in the bumpy and familiar arms of Xiao Ninglan.