my prime minister my wife

Today, the peaceful rivers and lakes caused commotion because of a piece of news.

According to a person who went to the dark pavilion as a guest, when he arrived at the dark pavilion, the door of the dark pavilion, which was always open on weekdays, was tightly closed today. He knocked on the door several times and no one answered, so he walked in. , the dark pavilion was very quiet and empty, but he felt eerie.

After a gust of wind blew, he smelled the strong smell of blood in the air, and he knew that the dark pavilion had been destroyed.he

He fled back in a hurry, fearing that the person who wiped out the door of the dark pavilion would also remove him as a member of the dark pavilion.

After he came back, the man kept chanting words like "The dark pavilion has been destroyed".

When these words fell into the martial arts, it was like a stone fell into the calm lake, causing ripples.

At this time, no matter in restaurants, teahouses, or on the street, people without exception are discussing the matter of the dark pavilion being destroyed. The Dark Pavilion, the ninth ranked sect in Jianghu, was wiped out in one fell swoop.

In the end, people came to a conclusion: apart from the mysterious and powerful Liyue Palace, which was able to destroy the dark pavilion overnight, they didn't know any other sect that could have this ability.

Although they guessed it, everyone wisely chose not to tell the truth, after all, Liyue Palace is a terrifying existence.

Speaking of Liyue Palace, the first thing people mention is not the mystery and power of Liyue Palace, but the owner of Liyue Palace—Ye Lan, a terrifying and mysterious existence just like Liyue Palace.

Everyone knows that the owner of Liyue Palace wears a mask all year round. Except for Ye Feng and Yingluo, the first two guardians of Liyue Palace, no one has seen Yelan's real face, and no one knows about the terrifying Liyue Palace. What does the Lord look like, and no one knows Ye Lang's identity.

In the rivers and lakes, some people who claimed to have met the master of Liyue Palace said that the master of Liyue Palace was extremely beautiful. From a distance, he looked like a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world. When the Lord killed people, he was like a demon walking from hell, indifferent and bloodthirsty, but in that bloodthirsty there was a seductive charm that made people immerse themselves in it.

But there are also people who say that the Mistress of Liyue Palace is actually very ugly, and his mask is just a fig leaf to cover his ugly face. The words that the owner of Liyue Palace is extremely beautiful are lies that he used to cover up his ugly face under his mask.

Regarding the face of the Mistress of Liyue Palace, everyone has different opinions.

But the only thing they can be sure of is that whether it is Liyue Palace or Yelan, neither of them can interfere with them. The only thing they can do is to talk about these things after dinner to pass their free time. .

At this moment in Prince Mu's Mansion, Xiao Jiuge had finished bandaging the wound on his hand, and now he had no mood to rest.

Lifting his foot, he walked out of the room, intending to walk around the palace.

When Xiao Jiuge walked to the garden of the Wangfu, he couldn't help but stop, looking at the Huxin Pavilion in the Wangfu. He has been walking in the Muwangfu for so long, and so far his favorite is the Huxin Pavilion. The Huxin Pavilion stood quietly on the huge lake, so lonely and desolate.

A gust of autumn wind blew by, bringing up pieces of yellowed leaves and falling into the lake, causing ripples.

Looking at the fallen leaves blown away by the autumn wind in front of him, Xiao Jiuge slightly opened his lips: "It's autumn."

This sound seemed to carry infinite sadness, but also seemed to carry endless desolation.

The wind passed silently, carrying autumn leaves, as if traveling through time and space at that moment, Xiao Jiuge couldn't help recalling the memory he didn't want to recall the most.

With a chuckle, Xiao Jiuge said, "Winter is coming soon."

He hated, hated that long and endless winter, which was so cold that he thought he would die.

Suddenly, a black coat covered his body, and Mu Yan gave him a slightly reproachful look: "You know that it's going to be autumn, but you don't know how to ask for a coat from the next person to wear more. Or that Prime Minister Xiao with world-class martial arts? When the wind and cold come, outsiders will blame me for not treating others well in the Mu Palace."

Looking up, Xiao Jiuge looked at Mu Yan who was reprimanding. He felt that the cold Mu Yan when they first met had become nagging towards him at some point, nagging about his meal, nagging Looking at his clothes, nagging him to leave early and come back early, is this caring?

Xiao Jiuge chuckled, but he didn't seem to reject Mu Yan's concern.

Pulling the corner of his outer shirt, Xiao Jiuge said: "Thank you, but I feel that my physique is not as weak as Lord Mu said."

Afterwards, he took off his coat and handed it to Mu Yan behind him, without waiting for Mu Yan to reprimand him.

Turning around, Xiao Jiuge left the distraught Mu Yan alone, and left the garden.

But Mu Yan, who was behind Xiao Jiuge, didn't know that the corners of Xiao Jiuge's lips, which had always been indifferent, rose slightly for some reason at a place he couldn't see.

Looking up, Xiao Jiuge looked at the sky that was as clear as a mirror.

It seems that this winter will not be so cold.

In the past few days, Xiao Jiuge seemed to be in a quarrel, insisting not to put on a coat. Such an approach most directly caused our always powerful Prime Minister Xiao to be knocked down by a serious illness, and he was wrapped in a quilt. I couldn't stop sneezing.

Mu Yan looked at Xiao Jiuge who wrapped himself up like a ball, and couldn't help but said angrily, "I told you to wear a few more clothes, who said I have a strong physique?"

Holding a bowl of medicine in his hand, Mu Yan handed the bowl of medicine to Xiao Jiuge: "This is the medicine Xia Qing made, drink it, and it will be fine in a few days."

Under the quilt, came Xiao Jiuge's muffled voice: "Don't drink."

Mu Yan didn't expect that Xiao Jiuge would refuse to take medicine like a child at this time, but he had no choice. He was always cold and didn't know how to make Xiao Jiuge drink this bowl of medicine.

He had no choice but to persuade Xiao Jiuge: "Jiuge, drink the medicine, okay? It won't be so uncomfortable after drinking it. If you are afraid of suffering, I will ask someone to bring a plate of candied fruit, okay?"

In that tone was the pampering and helplessness that Mu Yan hadn't even noticed.

After a long time, another muffled voice came from under the quilt: "I'm not afraid of suffering."

Mu Yan smiled, it turned out that Xiao Jiuge didn't reply for so long because he was entangled in what he just said.

He said: "Since you are not afraid of suffering, then drink this bowl of medicine while it is hot."

After being hit, Xiao Jiuge sneezed a few times, followed by Xiao Jiuge's weak voice: "You put the medicine aside, I will drink it myself."

Seeing Xiao Jiuge who was wrapping himself in the bed, Mu Yan could only sigh, put the medicine on the stool beside the bed, and instructed: "Jiu Ge, remember to drink this medicine while it is hot. will be halved."

Xiao Jiuge only felt dizzy and dizzy at the moment, and his usually sober mind felt confused. He replied: "Okay." Then he wrapped himself tightly again.

Behind him was Mu Yan's sigh.

After Xiao Jiuge heard the sound of Mu Yan leaving, he poked his head out of the tightly wrapped blanket.

Looking at the bowl of medicine beside the bed, his thoughts seemed to return to the night when he was seriously ill when he was seven years old.

That autumn, when he was seven years old, he caught a cold. In that small room, his mother and concubine covered him with all the warm clothes in the house.

At this time, he was shivering under the blanket, and the concubine brought a bowl of porridge. It is the best food that the concubine mother can produce.

Gently, the woman lifted the child's young body, as if she wanted to feed the bowl of porridge into the child's mouth, but before the spoon touched the corner of the child's white lips, the child couldn't help but spit up.

Although it was vomiting, but how could the child who hadn't taken in a drop of water spit out anything? The child looked at the woman in front of him with a pale face, and asked weakly, "Mother, is Xiaojiu going to die?"

The woman holding the child was stunned, shook her head, and gently covered the child's quilt, smoothed the child's hair and said, "Xiao Jiu, don't be afraid, mother concubine will help you go to the Imperial Hospital to find a doctor." .”

The child heard the woman's words and opened his eyes: "Mother Concubine, how could those people from the Imperial Hospital treat us?"

The woman stroked the ring on her finger lightly, and smiled lightly: "Don't worry, Xiao Jiu, the concubine mother will find a solution."

Then the woman gently covered the child's leaked quilt again, humming an unknown tune, and in that tune, the child slowly closed his eyes.

In the child's dream, there seemed to be something bitter pouring into his mouth, and the concubine's mother whispered beside him: "Xiao Jiu, good boy, Xiao Jiu will get better after drinking this medicine."

Three days later, the child woke up, and the woman's face full of scars and bruised arms were in sight.

Gently, the child stroked the woman's face, and asked in a trembling voice: "Mother Concubine, are they bullying you again?"

The woman lowered her head hastily, and replied in a panic: "Xiao Jiu, don't worry, they didn't bully the concubine mother. These are concubine mother's accidental injuries."

The child knew that the injuries on the concubine's body were obvious marks of being beaten, but how could he tell the truth.

In a blink of an eye, the child caught a glimpse of Concubine Mu's finger that was empty, and he couldn't help asking: "Concubine Mu, where is the emerald ring given by grandma that you always wear on your finger?"

Hearing the child's question, the woman turned around in a panic: "Xiao Jiu, don't worry, the ring has been put away by the concubine mother, and there is no guarantee that no one will covet this ring in this deep palace compound. Xiao Jiu hurriedly Lie down and rest, only by resting can you recover quickly."

Hearing the woman's words, the boy stopped asking any more questions, lay down, and fell into a deep sleep.

A few days later, the boy recovered from his illness. Inadvertently, he heard that a few days ago when his mother and concubine accidentally offended the people of Yungui and were beaten all over by the people of Yungui when they passed the imperial garden in a hurry, He finally knew where the injury on his mother and concubine came from that day.

Secretly, the boy found the fourth prince from the Yungui people and had a fight.

Afterwards, as a matter of course, he was reprimanded by his concubine mother.

But after this incident was over, the ring on the concubine mother's hand that accompanied her into the palace until she died, he did not appear on the concubine mother's wrist.

That day the innocent boy thought that his concubine had really hidden the emerald ring. It wasn't until the boy grew into a man that he found out after investigation that the ring had not been carefully hidden by his concubine, but had already fallen into the emerald ring. In the hands of the group of mercenary villains in the hospital, they came to exchange the medicines for the treatment of wind and cold.

The author has something to say:

Has any young lady guessed what the real identity of Prime Minister Xiao is~