417 A Floating Life Is Leisurely in Jinwang Bieyuan
After all this fuss, Qinyang and Huang Dingde seemed inseparable.
Their eyes were filled with distress, and they looked at each other's wounds. Huang Dingde only hated himself for being incompetent, while Qinyang cried that his fate was unfair.
How could she not know that the reason why the late emperor loved her was just empathy.
She is loved by thousands of people, but her temper is calm and reserved. She doesn't have the arrogance and domineering spirit of a spoiled princess at all. That's because she has known since she was a child that she is a stand-in, and the reason why she is loved by thousands of people is just because of her face.
She looks like her father's favorite concubine.
Being young and ignorant, she might still be able to enjoy this love in an ignorant way.
But as she grew older, every time she faced the intense love in his father's eyes, she would feel sad in her heart.
Who wants to be a substitute?
Moreover, as her father selfishly helped her reject all proposals for marriage, her time was wasted year by year, and her desolate heart became more and more painful.
In the past, there may have been moments when she complained about her fate, but as she grew older, these complaints gradually fell to the ground like dust, forming a thick layer that buried her whole heart.
Don’t think about it, don’t remember it, don’t be sentimental, just want to spend the rest of your life peacefully and peacefully.
But now, after living for twenty-six years, I have only once moved my heart, but I didn't expect that I would encounter all kinds of obstacles.
She can no longer bear the passage of time. She is already twenty-six.
Years are like a millstone to her, and she is the donkey pulling the millstone, day after day, year after year.
In her world, there was only a huge harem and a palace like a golden cage.
The appearance of Huang Dingde was undoubtedly a rainbow in the sky. She broke free from the millstone. This time, even if she was shattered to pieces and never recovered, she would chase the beautiful scenery without hesitation.
Qinyang has a calm temperament, but Feng Hongluan admires his stubbornness.
For Huang Dingde, she was willing to give up everything, including her appearance, identity, probably, and even her life.
Looking at the bandaged wound on her face, although the doctor said that if the best scar medicine is used, there will be no obvious scars, but this knife is still painful enough.
"Hong Yan, think of something, the princess can't go back to the palace like this!"
This miserable mandarin duck aroused Feng Hongluan's sympathy.
Hong Yan was silent for a moment, as if he had made a major decision: "I know that there is a safe place where Sixth Sister and Brother Huang can be temporarily settled, but..."
"But what?"
"It's nothing!" Hong Yan shook his head, "I will arrange it, don't worry."
Hong Yan always seems to be hiding something on his mind lately, but no matter how hard Feng Hongluan tries to explore, he still can't find out the truth.
He hides his thoughts extremely well and deeply.
Feng Hongluan didn't want him to hide it from her, but she also understood that Hong Yan would hide it from her, it must be those things, and she didn't want to involve her.
She still respects Hong Yan. If she wants to say something, Hong Yan will tell her when the time comes.
Just like how she killed Dong, He Jixiang, Ling Che and others, although she wanted to hide it at first, in the end, she told Hong Yan.
"Well, the princess escaped from the palace. At this time, the palace must have been in chaos. The first thing that the queen thought of must be Huang Dingde. Without further ado, you'd better quickly settle the people, and Huang Dingde's family. You
We also need to make arrangements to prevent the Queen Mother from becoming angry and taking those innocent people to task."
"Um!"
Feng Hongluan thought thoughtfully. Qinyang and Huang Dingde on the side looked at her gratefully, and she gave them a gentle smile in return.
She couldn't bear to see Huang Dingde and Qinyang, a pair of lovers, meet a tragic end.
Perhaps at this moment, the matter between Qinyang and Huang Dingde would undoubtedly cause trouble for her and Hongyan.
But there are already a lot of troubles, and she really doesn't care about one more person.
Hong Yan went out to make some arrangements, and half an hour later a carriage stopped outside Hanshan Temple. In the carriage, sitting an old woman, half a century old, probably the mother Huang Dingde had mentioned.
There was only one mother in Huang Dingde's family. The old woman looked quite healthy. Hong Yan probably told her some things along the way. She was not too surprised to see Qinyang and just quickly gave up her seat: "Princess, take a seat."
"No! You are the elder, you sit on top."
"Don't dare waste time. No matter where you are doing, go up first. I will have the car take you there. Someone will help you. Mother, if there is suspicion on me, I will deal with it. Sixth sister, just don't worry."
"Xiaoyan!" Qinyang was filled with gratitude.
Hong Yan gave her a comforting smile: "Sixth sister, everything will be fine. You take good care of your injuries. I will send someone to find the best gold sore medicine for you. And Brother Huang's hand, the muscles and veins are not broken."
, I won’t be able to do heavy work in the future, but it’s not difficult to hold a pen. Go quickly, recover well, and leave the rest to me.”
"Um!"
It was a clear night, the mountain road was rugged, and the wheels of carriages rolled forward quietly. After about half a cup of tea, the sound of carriages and horses could no longer be heard.
Come to think of it, I have gone too far.
"Where did you send them?"
"My other villa."
I didn't expect that Hongyan would have so many villas. I had heard of Fenghongluan on the mountain, but I had never heard of the other place.
I couldn't help but become curious: "Why haven't I heard you say that?"
"Haha!" He didn't seem to mean to hide it from her, "I will take you there in the future, but I won't let you know because I'm afraid you'll be jealous."
"What do you mean?" Feng Hongluan raised her eyes and looked at him.
There was a meaningful smile on his tired look, and his deep gaze fell on the twinkling stars in the distant sky: "That is my secret base. The outside world doesn't always say that I have raised a group of women. In fact, the rumors are not true.
It’s fake.”
There was some sourness in her heart, but she believed that he would not betray her.
His intentions are so obvious that others may misunderstand him, including Feng Hongluan.
As for the sadness in my heart, it is probably human nature.
"Everyone said that you really raised a group of women?"
He lowered his head, and in his dark eyes, there was a circle of water and tenderness: "You are the only one in my heart."
Feng Hongluan smiled and said with a pretty face: "Who doubts you? I'm just curious. Could it be that the two beautiful women playing the piano in the Zizhu Pavilion and the woman who carried me home on a flying sedan are what you call
Yes, women raised in another villa?"
Hong Yan was noncommittal and just said: "I will let you see them, but their relationship with you is that of master and slave. Now the time is not yet ripe. That villa is just a secret. I hesitated just now because I was afraid of six."
Sister knows about the existence of that place and tells people about it."
"I don't think so."
"Well, I told the housekeeper that regarding all matters related to Bieyuan, just lie and claim that it is my friend's mansion, so that Sixth Sister will not know too much."
"That place..." Feng Hongluan was about to ask why that place became a secret and could not be made public, when suddenly there was a commotion in his ears.
"Then Huang Dingde became a monk at Hanshan Temple. Hurry, go up the mountain and search for me."
Feng Hongluan's expression was slightly startled, and a calm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Fortunately, we are one step faster. Should we come forward or hide for a while, but the little master in the temple will definitely have a headache like that just now."
Give you and me out."
Hong Yan also smiled, and there was no panic in his expression: "Why don't we make a bet, Buddhists all have compassion, and when the young master sees this posture, I'm afraid he also knows that if we are betrayed, we will definitely not
It's better, let's see how he handles it."
Although the night breeze was cool, Feng Hongluan was in a good mood: "Okay, let's make a bet. What's the bet?"
A hint of evil charm fell on Hong Yan's eyes, falling on Feng Hongluan's face: "If I lose, and the little monk reports on you and me, then I will let you do whatever you want. Likewise, if you lose, then let me do whatever I want.
,how?"
Feng Hongluan's pretty face turned red, and she responded happily: "Just bet on this!"
With a flying leap, the two of them climbed onto a hidden roof. When a group of officers and soldiers holding torches rushed into Hanshan Temple, they alarmed all the monks in the temple.
Among these monks, there is naturally the one who sweeps the floor.
"Is there a man named Huang Dingde in your temple? Call him out quickly." A tall and thick man said something majestic and glanced around the monks. One of the big monks stepped forward cautiously.
"Amitabha, sir, we have a man named Huang Dingde here. The young monk will send someone to look for him now."
Wearing a gray monk's robe, he was obviously not the abbot. Looking at this man, he was a wise and wise man who protected himself. At first glance, he could tell that this person was evil, but he actually asked Huang Dingde to hand him over so easily.
On the other hand, the other monks, facing the officials in front of them, looked at the senior monk walking towards Huang Dingde's room, with worried expressions on their faces, but they looked a bit humane.
The young monk was at the end of the crowd when the tall, thick man in armor just now shouted again: "Has anyone seen anyone come to the temple?"
Standing in a hidden place, Feng Hongluan hoped that she would lose at this moment.
That little monk really didn't disappoint her.
He actually lowered his head with a calm expression and did not speak.
The other monks in the temple were speechless. In fact, the young monk was the only one who saw Hong Yan and Feng Hongluan. Then he entered Huang Dingde's room. At most, he heard Qinyang's crying outside, and the area in Huang Dingde's room was busy.
The sound of doors opening and closing slowly.
Hanshan Temple is really a very poor little temple. There are four or five monks in total. After dinner, they all do their homework in the main hall. The main hall is far away from Huang Dingde’s house. Several people are chanting Buddha loudly, but they are not disturbed by the movement in the meditation room.
It's normal to be disturbed.
Therefore, if the young monk didn't tell anyone, no one would know that he and Feng Hongluan had been here.
As expected, the young monk remained silent.
Suddenly, there was an ambiguous caress on the waist, and a hot breath blew into the cochlea: "I win."
"snort!"
Although she is not competitive, she is usually someone who is unwilling to admit defeat, but this time, she lost happily.
She slapped the hairy hand off her waist and gave him a look: "Look down, I'm not admitting defeat. Why are you so anxious?"
"Hahaha!" He chuckled in a good mood. Fortunately, he was far away, and the officers and soldiers did not notice that there were two people hiding here.
Huang Dingde, of course, could not be found. The room was a mess and blood, all of which were caused by Huang Dingde and Qinyang just now. The officers and soldiers did not know what had happened. When they saw the blood on the ground, they were very frightened, for fear that Princess Qinyang might have something.
Unexpectedly, I left in a hurry and went back to the palace to report that two people were left to guard the temple.
The young monk never said a word from beginning to end. When he heard that the room was full of blood, a trace of worry flashed across his young face, but in the end he still did not confess Feng Hongluan and Hongyan.
He's really a good kid.
If he were not a monk, escaped into Buddhism, and his six sense organs were purified, Feng Hongluan would really be willing to take him home and arrange for him to serve by his side.
At first glance, this child seems to be very smart.
Within a day or two after leaving Hanshan Temple, Feng Hongluan still admired the child when she thought about it, although this child caused her to be tortured verbally and physically after she came back.
Huang Dingde and Qinyang were naturally well hidden, and the Queen Mother had ordered a city-wide search. If they were found hiding, they would be severely punished.
If the Queen Mother found out that it was Hong Yan who hid Qinyang, she wouldn't be sure how angry she would be.
However, not many people in Qinyang knew about Hongyan's visit. The only few who knew were confidants. Naturally, no one would tell anyone about the meeting between Qinyang and Hongyan.
The Queen Mother never imagined that her own son would turn against her.
These days, Hongyan and Fenghongluanluo are enjoying their leisure time.
The garden on the mountain has beautiful scenery. Although it is cold and harsh in winter, the garden has a unique location and is surrounded by hot springs. Even in the harsh winter, it is as warm as spring. The flowers in the garden are blooming in brilliant colors.
In the twelfth lunar month of the human world, the flowers are in full bloom, and the spring scenery in the mountain house is beginning to bloom. Peaches and plums are vying for each other, lotus flowers are in bud, and pingtings are enchanting. Each has its own merits.
In the villa, a hot spring is surrounded by four walls, but the roof is not sealed. The wall is smoked by water mist all year round, and the mist curls up, making people feel drunk, warm and warm, and the maple is red.
Luan always takes a dip once a day.
The days suddenly became leisurely, watching the clouds roll and relax, and smiling at the flowers blooming and falling.
Although I know that such leisure is short-lived and rare, it is gratifying to have a few days of leisure in my life.
Here, she seemed to be able to forget all her troubles and worries.
The past is over, and she seems to have returned to that innocent and innocent age. She can laugh wildly, be silly, and cling to Hong Yan all day long. She feels that she is very childish, but she enjoys being so childish.
of oneself.
Hong Yan dotes on her even more, and does everything possible to please her. As long as she asks, he will satisfy her in heaven and on earth.
After getting married, the two of them are always struggling in various whirlpools, groping in all kinds of darkness, calculating, being calculated, framed, framed, killing, bloody, violent...
But now, in this world, there is only sunshine, warmth, flowers, and tenderness.
She really wanted to stay like this forever.
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Reclining on the beauty chair, Feng Hongluan looked at the scene outside intoxicatedly. The book in her hand was just a decoration, and she had not turned a page all afternoon.
Outside the window, the setting sun is already melting gold, and in less than three days, they will go back.
Good times are always so short that people don’t want to let them go.
Every wasted time is like a waste of life.
Therefore, she was not willing to waste time reading, but spent the entire afternoon staring at the scenery outside the window.
Menghe Pavilion is close to the water, and outside the window is a small pond with three or two columns of water lilies. Therefore, the yard facing the water is called Menghe Pavilion.
Nowadays, the door window is half open, and a gentle breeze pours in through the window, making it neither cool nor hot.
Feng Hongluan's eyes passed over the delicate and beautiful water lilies. Under the setting sun, the blue water shone with sparkling waves, making it moving.
The atmosphere, the shimmering ripples were rippling more happily, and she could only wish to move all the sweets to the Jin Palace.
When Hong Yan came in from outside, he saw her looking at the pond outside in a daze. He didn't dare to make a sound to scare her, but walked quietly behind her and looked at her beautiful and calm face with gentle eyes.
It is said that Feng Hongluan is the most beautiful woman in the capital, but in Hong Yan's eyes, Feng Hongluan is probably the most beautiful woman in the world.
Feng Hongluan was wearing a light yellow plain shirt and skirt, sitting quietly at the window, with a green book in her hand, and her green fingers were slender and straight.
She is as elegant as autumn chrysanthemums, with icy muscles and jade bones, and a delicate appearance.
Her black hair was not pulled up, and it was as casual as a waterfall, sloping down and flying in the wind.
The dim sunset dyed her delicate face with a layer of warm golden color. Her whole body was like a gilded Nine Heavens Fairy, and her beauty was breathtaking.
Even though I have seen too much, I always feel that I have not seen enough.
Every moment she looked at her, there was a beauty that made him dizzy. As her figure gradually became plumper, her seventeen-year-old face, which still had a childlike face, gained a more mature charm.
Her beauty is everywhere, every frown, every smile, every move, light makeup and heavy makeup, red clothes and yellow silk, can make people enchanted.
She was fascinated by the scenery, but she didn't know that she herself was the most beautiful scenery in Hong Yan's eyes.
It wasn't until Hongyan couldn't help but reach out to touch her white porcelain skin that Feng Hongluan was startled and noticed that Hongyan was standing next to her.
She said angrily and punched Hong Yan: "What are you doing? Scaring people to death. When did you get this bad habit? Standing next to others without saying anything. You don't know how scary people can be."
Facing the resentment of his beloved concubine, Hong Yan seemed to have eaten candy. He just loved her as a little woman.
He bent down and hugged her, not afraid of feeling numb: "I saw that you were lost in thought, and I didn't want to disturb you. Because you don't know that the way you looked just now was so breathtakingly beautiful."
"Poor-tongued, Hong Yan?"
"Um?"
"I can't walk!" She pouted and clung to Hong Yan's arm with a coquettish look on her face, "I want to stay here forever."
Hong Yan kissed her forehead lovingly: "Okay, in three days, I will go back first, and you will wait here for me to come back."
She felt happy, but when she thought about separation, she became unhappy again: "Can't you not go back?"
She really doesn't want him to go back. Now, most of the people who should be dealt with have been dealt with. The only one left is Han Huiqing, who is totally useless.
In his previous life, he was lucky. There happened to be a general who wanted to go to Feng Mansion to die, so Han Huiqing was able to make the emperor have opinions about Feng Mansion without any effort, just by talking.
But in this life, Han Huiqing was alone and weak, and his status as Minister of Rites was only thanks to Hong Yan.
The person she can use to take revenge is just He Jixiang, who is even more unworthy.
Now that He Jixiang is dead, what else can Han Huiqing do?
Since he was his mother's biological brother, Feng Hongluan didn't want to kill him all like this.
She treated Han Huiqing with the utmost kindness, and she only hoped that Han Huiqing would cherish her blessings.
As for Feng Mansion, Lu Ying was really pregnant, and she had no choice but to watch her biological brother live on the street.
Moreover, Lu Ying, even if she is a second-generation Dong family member, can kill a Dong family member, and she can naturally kill Lu Ying after Lu Ying shows her fox tail.
The only thing she is worried about now is Hong Yan.
After living for two lives, Ling Che's last life was considered prosperous and wealthy. Ling Che rose through the ranks step by step. She was promoted from a captain's wife to a general's wife.
In the end, if you want all the glory, what will happen in the end?
In this life, she doesn't seek wealth and power, she just wants the two of them to be safe.
She had never told Hong Yan about the imperial edict. He just wanted Hong Yan to always keep a pure heart and not get involved in the dispute over imperial power.
She was most afraid of Hong Yan's involvement in politics, not to mention that the emperor's current attitude towards Hong Yan was unclear and unpredictable.
He not only deliberately cultivates Hongyan, but also deliberately suppresses Hongyan.
I'm afraid that if Feng Hongluan's guess is correct, the emperor has made two preparations.
If there really is no successor, Hongyan can be named the emperor's younger brother.
But once a certain concubine gave birth to a son, the emperor did not have to worry about Hongyan seizing power, because he did not give Hongyan a half-official position. Hongyan was not in the officialdom, had no real power, and had no chance to join the party for personal gain.