After being reborn, being alone as a queen

The hall was quiet, after many years, but that feeling was still like a maggot on the tarsus bone, and the memory was still fresh, and I don't know how many days and nights it had tortured him.

The sound of 'di di da da' water broke the contemplation of several people, but no one spoke.

I don't know when, suddenly the sky changed.

First, tiny raindrops hit the vermilion glazed tiles, followed by heavy rain, as if complaining for the two protagonists in the story.

There was a bitter smile on the corner of Rong Yunhe's mouth, his fingers subconsciously rubbed the lid of the cup, his eyes were rare and relaxed.

Xie Jin's face was ugly, and he subconsciously glanced at Mu Xiu. The latter's face was gloomy, and there was no expression of joy or anger on his face.

"So, the master was born for revenge? But why did he... save His Highness?"

This is also what Mu Xiu couldn't understand. He could easily kill a descendant of an enemy without making a move, but in the end he made a move. Isn't this asking for trouble?

Rong Yunhe looked at Mu Xiu who was sitting there.

The young master is as cold as jade, naturally noble, and the corners of his tightly drawn lips appear a little indifferent.

He shook his head: "I don't know, but I know where he is."

"Where is it?" Xie Jin asked.

"Chasing the deer city."

Xie Jin's face changed in surprise: "Is he with Yue Shang?"

No wonder Lin Ya didn't send the letter back by himself, but sent the letter to Mu Xiu through the hand of the beggar gang. Presumably, there must be something restraining his actions.

And the national teacher knew Lin Ya.

Rong Yunhe frowned. He had never heard of the name Yueshang, so he just asked, "Is it the 'fake corpse' that was escorted to Huguo Temple to be burned a few months ago?"

"how do you know?"

"Because that's what I did."

Xie Jin was speechless, indeed, he had the ability to hide the truth.

Rong Yunhe continued: "Your Majesty has not been in touch with the abbot of Huguo Temple for many years. The brother has a special status, but it is just a corpse, which has been burned to ashes. There is no proof of death. The abbot naturally wants to protect himself and not foolishly cause trouble for himself. "

No matter whether they are officials or serving the people, they have their own way of making a living, and all three of you here understand this.

Rong Yunhe glanced at the two people who were under pressure, and said very interestingly: "Or else, Cao Min will leave first?"

Xie Jin's complexion was not very good, and he yelled out: "Eunuch Zhao."

Zhao Chengde walked in and bowed: "Your Majesty, Young Master."

Xie Jin said: "Take this old...young master to stay."

He originally wanted to call old senior according to his age, but looking at Rong Yunhe's enchanting face that stayed at his weak crown age, he was stunned and couldn't call out.

Rong Yunhe followed Zhao Chengde and retreated after meeting Mu Xiu.

There were only two people left in the hall.

Xie Jin was a little worried, he walked up to Mu Xiu and knelt down, held Mu Xiu's hand and said, "Your Majesty..."

He wanted to persuade, but he didn't know how to persuade him. Another worry was that he had a vague guess in his heart. If it was true what Rong Yunhe said, then the letter that was sent to him about Liang Hong's collusion with the enemy and treason origin of.

He didn't ask Rong Yunhe face-to-face just now because he was afraid that Mu Xiu would not be able to hold on. The letter might be forged, but the death of the first emperor and the first queen was indeed the result of someone collaborating behind the scenes.

Liang Hong did not die in vain. The letter may be forged, but the things in the letter may not be true.

Mu Xiu held his hand instead, his eyes were deep and worried: "Hands are so cold, I am more worried about you than I am worried about you."

Xie Jin smiled: "Your Majesty is worrying too much, there is nothing to worry about, they are all people who have died once."

Mu Xiu hesitated to speak, Xie Jin gently kissed his finger: "Compared to this, I think my rebirth is probably artificial."

Why didn't Mu Xiu guess?

He said coldly: "If you don't ask for anything, you have nothing to say. If you ask for something, he will always appear."

But even if Xie Jin said so

That night, when Mu Xiu finished his bath and went back to his dorm, Xie Jin had already fallen asleep, and the hall was lit with strong soothing incense.

Mu Xiu frowned fiercely: "What's going on?"

Zhao Chengde said: "Young master didn't eat two mouthfuls of lunch, and the dinner was also withdrawn, and it was left untouched. The old slave thought that he must be feeling uncomfortable, so he used some soothing incense to help the young master fall asleep."

Mu Xiu knew that Xie Jin was a very cautious person, he would not fail to smell such a strong calming fragrance.

The only explanation is that he acquiesced in doing so.

"Tomorrow, ask the imperial dining room to prepare meals early."

"The old slave complies."

Mu Xiu walked into the hall silently, sat on the edge of the couch, looked down at the person who fell into a deep sleep on the bed, his eyes were slightly black and blue, and there were shallow creases between his brows that could not be wiped away even when he was asleep.

This person didn't like to frown in the past.

Mu Xiu stretched out his hand to caress his cheek: "It's me, I didn't protect you well."

The person on the bed frowned a little more, and breathed slowly, as if expressing disapproval of what he just said.

Zhao Chengde extinguished most of the lamps and candles in the hall, and finally closed the door gently.

Mu Xiu lightly lifted the quilt into bed, even though he knew that although the Anshen incense was called Anshen, it was actually hypnotizing, he still moved cautiously, for fear of waking him up.

As soon as he lay down, the people beside him seemed to sense it, and put their arms around his waist, and unconsciously patted him like coaxing a child.

In the dark bedroom, Mu Xiu's lips slightly lifted.

In the past, Mu Xiu often had difficulty falling asleep due to illness, and it was not the first time that Xie Jin slept with him. I still remember the first time he used this method to clumsily coax himself to sleep.

Three days later, a group of guards wearing black light armor transported a carriage and stopped at the gate of the palace.

Xie Jin didn't bring anyone with him, except Zhao Xiaogui.

The guards guarding the gate all saluted and said: "Your subordinates will see you, Lord Minister."

If he didn't shout, Xie Jin almost forgot that he still had the vain title of Minister of Rites hanging on his head.

The leader looked familiar, Xie Jin stared at him for a while, and suddenly remembered the patrol team he met when he was just reborn and returned to the palace that night when he visited the harem.

Zhao Xiaogui glanced at Xie Jin suspiciously, not knowing why he made these people kneel for so long without saying excuses, and saw him staring at the guard all the time, thinking that there was something wrong with them.

The palace has eyes that can tell that His Majesty dotes on him, but no matter how much he is favored, Xie Jin usually has little airs.

Sometimes when palace maids and eunuchs quarrel, they would go up to them with a smile on their faces, acting as peacemakers.

The guards kneeling in front of him were also under a lot of pressure, and they were about to sweat. They didn't know how they had offended this ancestor.

In fact, Xie Jin was just lost in thought and forgot to make a sound.

"Get up."

When he finally remembered to wake people up, almost everyone wiped off their sweat.

Xie Jin pointed at the person in front of him: "I seem to have seen you before, did you patrol the inner palace before?"

Regarding Xie Jin's face, the man didn't remember where he had seen it in the inner palace before, but he didn't expect this one to remember him, so he said: "Returning to my lord, it is exactly."

Zhao Xiaogui looked familiar, but couldn't remember it.

Xie Jin raised his eyebrows: "Then why are you here to guard the gate?"

The Forbidden City is divided into an inner circle and an outer circle. Although there is only a gap between the inner and outer palace gates, the identities of the outer guards and inner guards are worlds apart.

Many guards in the inner palace are relatives of the emperor, especially around the Chonghua Palace.

Speaking of this, the guard's expression became a little dark, and he held a breath of anger in his heart. He dared not speak angrily: "Returning to your lord, it is because the subordinates are incompetent and failed to catch the thief who trespassed in the palace, so they were punished."

Xie Jin almost choked on his own saliva, he never thought that the culprit was himself.

He twitched: "Okay, it's okay, don't worry, just hide your strength and bide your time, and one day you will be able to return to the inner palace."

The man was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect him to speak to comfort himself, and his anger dissipated a little and said, "Thank you, my lord."

Xie Jin waved his hand and walked out of the palace gate.

There were nearly 50 people in the group responsible for escorting the carriage, all riding horses, majestic.

Seeing Xie Jin, the leader immediately dismounted and stepped forward: "My lord."

Xie Jin nodded: "If you think about it, someone has already told you, and you know what to do along the way."

The man said: "This subordinate will definitely do its best to protect the safety of Mr. Chen and his son."

"It's not about doing your best, it's about having to. If you can't control your subordinates, it's better to abdicate as soon as possible."

His voice was very flat, lukewarm, but it made the soldier hear a bit of murderous intent.

He said: "Yes!"

Xie Jin beckoned, and the man retreated to the team.

This is a group of regular escorts for officials who have been exiled. They are all fierce and burly, and they are the kind of people who are not easy to mess with at first glance.

Xie Jin observes very carefully, there are many things in them that do not belong to their identities.

In his previous life, Song Huai'an had heard about the tricks of these people for a long time, and he came this trip to make these people who are used to desperadoes feel scruples. Walking by the water all year round, there is no one who doesn't get their shoes wet.

Even if Chen Xi didn't say anything, he would come.

Xie Jin didn't know what Chen Xi's impression of him was, but this man had always been loyal to Mu Xiu, and he could see it.

Chen Xi, who was brought over from behind, had a panoramic view of all this and was slightly lost in thought.

Xie Jin turned around and looked. The Chen family and his son stayed in prison for the past two days. Although they were ordered, they didn't think it was going well.

Both of them have lost a lot of weight, and their faces are a little haggard.

In Chen Xi's daily life, every gentleman with a jade face has a light blue beard.

Chen Qing patted him on the back: "Xi'er, get in the car first for my father."

After speaking, he nodded to Xie Jin

Xie Jin returns the gift

Chen Xi smiled: "Young Master, why did you come so early?"

Xie Jin: "I got up early, so I stopped by. I don't know if there is anything to return to me?"

In the past few days, he thought about it carefully, and it seems that apart from the initial contact with Chen Xi who wanted to find a breakthrough about Mu Xiu's hidden disease and said some bastard words, he rarely interacted with him afterwards.

It was also at that time that he discovered that Chen Xi was really doing it for His Majesty's benefit, and no matter what he tried to do, he would never reveal a word.

The emperor has a disease, and if it spreads out, it will shake the country.

Chen Xi took out something from his bosom, but he couldn't see what it was, and wrapped it in a light gray brocade handkerchief.

Chen Xi looked at him, suppressing the emotions in his eyes that shouldn't be revealed, and the corners of his lips moved slightly: "This is it."

Xie Jin looked dazed

"Young Lord...and Your Majesty, please take care of me."

Chen Xi didn't say much, and walked to the carriage after giving it.

His figure is weak among men, but his waist is extremely straight and never bent.

The carriage started to move

Xie Jin slowly opened the veil in his hand. Inside was a piece of letter paper, which was no longer as clean as before.

Dawn looks at the sky at dusk, looks at the clouds, and thinks of you when you walk, and think of you when you sit.

The original poem is:

The rain beats the pear blossoms and closes the door deeply, forgetting youth and missing youth.

Who is there to share?Spend ecstasy, ecstasy under the moon.

Sorrow gathers eyebrow peaks every day, crowing marks a thousand points, ten thousand points crying marks.

Dawn looks at the sky at dusk, looks at the clouds, and thinks of you when you walk, and think of you when you sit.

This was written by Xie Jin to Chen Xi at the beginning, originally only with the intention of flirting, and wanted to get closer to him.

What does it mean?

An unbelievable thought suddenly flashed in Xie Jin's mind

Is it...

But looking at the indelible footprints on the letter paper, it seems that he is not sure, after all, no one would throw the love letter given to him by the person he likes on the ground and step on it.

Xie Jin was puzzled, but the answer was nowhere to be found.

On the carriage, Chen Qing looked at his son: "Did you return the letter to Young Master?"

Chen Xi looked out of the car window and gave a faint 'hmm'.

Chen Qing: "Why don't you keep it in your mind? Didn't you like to stand under the moon to look at this thing in the past? When you lost it, you asked around to pick it up."

Chen Xi was slightly taken aback, but didn't look back: "It's okay, life and death are unpredictable here, and it's hard to say whether I can go back."

Chen Qing stroked his beard and sighed, feeling sorry for his son.

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