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The cold murderous intent outside the window that night seemed to be just a fleeting illusion, and there were no more disturbances in the next few days. After the concubine finished paying respects to the Buddha, Jing Wang and Fang Hongzhen left Nanshan soon.

It was so fast that Su Lang vaguely felt a little ominous.

He stood at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, staring at the prince's guard of honor that was getting farther and farther away, and suddenly remembered an old incident that King Jing had mentioned to him for no reason before his departure.

Before Ling Yi got into the car, he seemed to have no intention of talking to him: "I heard that Zhou Mincai, son of Dingkang, once gave you a fan. The painting is the Lanjiang River, but the words on the fan are not inscribed."

Su Lang raised his eyes calmly, and responded calmly: "Yes, brother Mincai said, the poems on the fan are written by the minister himself."

"Really?" Ling Yi glanced down at the handle of floating clouds on his waist, and hooked the corner of his lips: "Su Lang, it seems that you have decided how to write."

There was something in his words, Su Lang's heart tightened and his face changed slightly.King Jing laughed twice, and got into the car without waiting for his response.

Lanjiang Hongbo's fan only has one handle, and there is not much space left on the fan, and there is no turning back when he writes the pen. Zhou Min only asked someone to say this when the folding fan was handed over to him.

"Lanjiang Hongbo." Su Lang narrowed his eyes slightly and said silently in his heart.

However, he had no time to think about it, Xinghui came back from Suian City.

The Ningzhou garrison stayed outside Nanshan City, and Xinghui only came to the Buddhist temple with a few generals in the army.Su Lang got the news in advance and stood at the gate of the mountain waiting for him.From far away, Xinghui saw the figure that had been sketched countless times in his heart. He glanced at the generals beside him, resisted the urge to speed up his whip, and patted his horse calmly, from Suian to Nanshan Hundreds of miles have come, but the distance of several tens of feet feels so long.

He jumped off his horse in the melting light of the sunset, Su Lang stood against the light, stepped forward to help him hold the horse, smiled slightly: "You're back?"

Xinghui handed him the reins, looked up into his eyes, brushed his fingertips against his palm, nodded and said: "I'm back."

After they left for a few days, Su Lang's heart moved, and he really wanted to kiss him, but there were too many people here, so he had to use each other's bodies to cover, as if whispering, gently pressed on his cheek, leaving There is a faint trace of crimson.Knowing the taste, the charming thoughts in his heart were quickly picked up. When he turned to go to the mountain gate, Su Lang used the sleeve of his robe to cover his fingers and hooked his fingers again. Xinghui's palms were itchy. Then there were layers of ripples.

They didn't attract the attention of the people around them, but those unspoken words were written between each other's eyebrows.

tacit understanding.

Only the horse beside them who had seen everything barked softly twice.

In addition to several generals of the Ningzhou garrison, Xinghui also came with an uninvited guest—Yan Zhefei, the lord of Qianyong Realm.

This Mahayana, who is like an enemy or a friend, has lost the deep and chill of the past, and came to the foot of Nanshan, but did not climb up the stairs with them. She stood at the gate of Nanshan Buddhist Temple, closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the fragrance of vegetation in the mountains. He Buddha Temple is clean, and the expression on his face is the deep tenderness and longing of a mother when she looks at her children from afar.

Xinghui saw her timidity of being close to home, hesitated for a moment and asked aloud: "The princess is at the Buddhist temple, won't the master go up together?"

Yan Zhefei smiled lightly, but shook her head and refused: "Her mother and concubine passed away many years ago, and this will never change. When I came to Nanshan, I just wanted to see her from a distance. I was too extravagant." It's not good for her."

Her voice was calm but firm, and Xinghui didn't persuade her any more.

Perhaps it was the nature of mother and daughter. Ten days later, Princess Qinghe recovered slightly from her injuries, and the Ningzhou garrison escorted the princess to Ancheng for the New Year and returned to the imperial capital.

The main city of Nanshan cleared the road ahead of time, and the onlookers were stopped on both sides of the street. The eldest princess drove by slowly, and the imperial list of the most wanted thieves who were assassinated by the princess was posted at the gate of the city.After passing the city gate, the crowd gradually thinned out, and she felt so peaceful and happy. She suddenly glanced out of the half-drive window, and a few meters away, shrouded in a black robe, that familiar yet unfamiliar figure made her pupils constrict suddenly, and her heartstrings tugged. tight.

Qinghe hurriedly ordered to stop.

The car stopped slowly, and Yan Zhefei, who was standing by the city gate, seemed to be aware of it, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she took a deep look at the center of the heavily guarded place.She just wanted to leave no matter how reluctant she was, she turned around and walked towards the sparsely populated alley beside the city gate.

Qinghe pushed open the carriage door, at this moment she had an extremely clear premonition that if she didn't act presumptuously once, she would never see her mother again in this life.Qing He held onto Che Shi tightly, his eyes quickly shuttled through the crowd, and finally caught sight of the figure that was drifting away.Not wanting any royal demeanor, she hurried out of the car desperately.

She was wearing a complicated long princess costume, and she chased after her with her skirt. No one expected this change, and the people onlookers were in an uproar.Xinghui looked over the crowd towards the direction where the princess was running, and Yan Zhefei's figure melted into the depths of the alley.Under the eyes of everyone, Su Lang lost his composure, but Su Lang didn't go forward to stop the princess. Instead, under the puzzled eyes of the escorting general, he commanded the soldiers to respond quickly.

The entrance to the alley was cleared from time to time, Qinghe ran too fast and staggered a few steps, she couldn't catch up with the figure that was getting further away, but she couldn't call Yan Zhefei loudly in public.

"Wait!" Yan Zhefei didn't stop as she wished, and Qinghe's eyes gradually turned red with anxiety, so he could only shout behind him: "Xinghui!"

Hearing the sound, Xinghui immediately jumped off the horse, flashed his figure, and quickly swept into the alley.

Yan Zhefei's sprinting figure paused slightly, but she still didn't use light work.

Even if she caught up with someone, Xinghui would not be able to stop her if she really wanted to go. After all, Yan Zhefei was not willing to give up her heart completely. She looked at Xinghui who was blocking her, and the soundproof formation was deployed deep in the alley in an instant. Yan Zhefei sighed and turned her head slowly.

Tears flowed down Qing He's eyes suddenly, she felt that the person in front of her would not like the title "Concubine Mother", so she called "A Niang".

Yan Zhefei really smiled, but she still stayed a few steps away from her and did not come over.

Qinghe stretched out his hand like a child, clearly acting like a baby, but his voice was choked up, "Auntie, can you give me a hug? I miss you."

Yan Zhefei suddenly heard Ye Jianwei's words a few days ago, "In your heart, there is nothing else that can shake the hatred?"

She was stunned for a moment, and finally walked forward slowly, hugging Qinghe into her arms.In the 12th year of Tianhe, the imperial concubine Huiyuan left her. Twelve years have passed. In the 11th year of Xuanxi, Yan Zhefei, the master of Qianyong Realm, once again felt the warmth of flesh and blood, "Qinghe, Auntie, I'm sorry."

The 12-year-late mother's love easily filled the biggest gap in Princess Qinghe's heart in an instant. She shook her head and greedily breathed in her mother's breath.

"Aniang will do the last thing for you." Yan Zhefei let go of her, gently stroked Qinghe's cheek, and before Qinghe could ask again, she moved slightly and stood a few meters away in the blink of an eye Exit the alley outside, "Go back."

Qinghe suddenly came back to her senses, and hurriedly chased two steps forward, but Yan Zhefei smiled at her, turned around and disappeared from sight.

Su Lang and Xing Hun only sent Princess Qing and Princess [-] miles away from Nanshan City, and did not go back to the imperial capital together. In a few days, it will be the [-]th birthday of Su Lang's grandfather, Duke Ying, and they will return to Ying Hai soon .

It's just that man's calculation is not as good as the sky's calculation. This year's rainy season came early, and the rain fell fast and heavily. The two were temporarily trapped in Nanshan like this.

It was another night of rain outside the window, and the coolness came slowly from the window sills. They lay on the bed with their clothes on, and Xinghui rolled around for a while wrapped in a thin quilt, humming twice. Seeing that Su Lang ignored him, his whole body was like Lie on Su Lang's body like a boneless body, and dishonestly put his hands into Su Lang's arms.

Xinghui moved around on his own, but he didn't notice that Su Lang's eyes were as dark as ink, and there seemed to be something dangerous surging.

The lamps and candles were bright, Su Lang's clothes were ripped apart by Xing Hun, and the idle book in his hand fell off, Xing Hun stared at the books spread out on the ground, turned around and looked at Su Lang with a half-smile Eyes, blinked twice, innocently said: "I'm cold..."

"Cold?" Su Lang raised his eyebrows, he grabbed Xinghui's fidgeting hand, and stretched out his hand to pinch his waist twice, the movement was quite meaningful.

Xinghui's body froze suddenly. He originally wanted Su Lang to kiss him, but now his intuition was not good, and he subconsciously stepped back, as if he was about to pull out his hand, but Su Lang didn't allow him to escape, and took advantage of the situation by wrapping his arms around his waist. Roll, up and down instantly reversed, Su Lang half propped up his body, lowered his head and blew lightly by Xinghui's ear: "Isn't it cold? What are you running for?"

Xinghui's face instantly turned red.

The candlelight was faint, and the crimson spring color spread from the tips of the ears all the way, and finally dyed the white jade lying across half of the warm couch.

The sound of rain outside the window gradually covered up all the charming whispers between ears and temples.

The rainy season continued to flood, covering most of Changzhou at once.

No one knows that a few days ago, on the south bank of the Lanjiang River, thousands of miles away, the thunderous water poured down along the huge gap in the embankment like the Milky Way.

But it was only the fifth day after the flood broke the dam, and the sudden plague began to spread strangely in the five counties of Nanjiang at an impossible speed.

The ominous yellow spot is like a butterfly fluttering its wings. Wherever it flies, corpses float thousands of miles away, and starvation is everywhere.

The county magistrates of the five counties in Nanjiang asked for help from the surrounding Changwan cities, but all the letters and people they sent seemed to have disappeared without any response.

The gap in the embankment is like a beast that swallows everything, eating away the five counties of Nanjiang, and countless corpses rolled into the Lanjiang River, polluting the rolling river.

In the dark night of torrential rain, on the north bank of the Lanjiang River, Zhou Mincai, the heir of Duke Ding, stood on the highest observation tower in Dingkang City, his cold eyes implied madness.

Murui Hesi of Changzhou State held the red-labeled letterhead in his hand, stood beside Zhou Mincai, looked at the turbulent river under his feet, and lamented leisurely: "The sky is a disaster, and the water can't stop for a while. Speaking of it, the Nanjiang River The downstream seems to be..."

He heard Zhou Mincai's cold voice——

"Yinghai."

Zhou Mincai raised his chin slightly, and his voice was full of contempt that was inevitable: "The most difficult bones in Changzhou are Yinghai and Yichong? One has a garrison of Lian Songcheng's direct line, and the other has Yishan Academy in charge."

Rui Hesi stroked his beard gently when he heard the words, hesitating slightly: "Yichong Xiao's attitude has always been vague and neutral..."

But Zhou Mincai interrupted him: "The Xiao family will not agree to join us in rebellion. Yichong has always been estranged from the imperial capital. Yong'an Hou Mansion is the number one family in Kyushu, but the eldest son Xiao Gaomin never stays in the imperial capital for too long. For other reasons, I just don't want Yishan Academy to become a sword in the hands of the emperor. In all fairness, the one in the imperial capital is indeed a Ming emperor, and Yi Chong will not turn against him."

Rui Hesi nodded and thought: "As long as you don't come and get involved, it's fine."

Zhou Mincai shook his head and sneered: "It's hard to say. Yishan Academy detained the caravan in Cangwu City not long ago. It is said that Xiao Gaomin took them there himself. He is too proud, so he also sticks to the bottom line. Su Lang and him The relationship has always been good, and Yinghai should be thousands of miles away. These two people are not common, but it is not without reason that they always hit it off. They are the same kind of people, but Su Lang's arrogance is hidden under the skin of a gentleman like jade. Su Lang seems gentle, but he is not. He is more decisive than anyone else when he is ruthless. It is not his elder brother who stays in the imperial capital, but him, which can explain the reason. Yu Nian is not just relying on his status as a son of an aristocratic family, let alone just for fun in the Hall of Martial Heroes."

He paused for a moment, and suddenly his voice was dark and cold: "Ying Hai has to clean up, and Yi Chong won't ignore it. The arrogance of Su Lang and Xiao Gaomin will be broken by me sooner or later."

The thunder was rolling, and the heavy rain was pouring down. Rui Hesi handed out the red-label letter in his hand, asking for help from the magistrates of the five counties of Nanjiang, outside the observatory. , The dark ink smudged, mixed with the rainwater and smashed into the mud, becoming a wisp of cheap dust on the soles of people's feet.

Looking at the turbulent river going eastward, Zhou Min softened his tone a little, as if sighing in compassion: "I reminded Su Lang that Lanjiang Hongbo only has one fan, and I asked him to think about it before writing, but he didn't listen to me. of."

The author says:

Flirting or something, next time it's not tacit, just spread the word!

That cutie gave me a lot of starfish, come out and kiss me!