Rebirth is back for you

Just as Changsun Qimu dragged Jing Ran to a dead corner with few hidden guards, Jing Ran suddenly floated up again: "I have to go back first, let's talk about something else."

As the words fell, the soft white cloud-patterned hem had disappeared in front of Changsun Qimu like melting snow.

Grandson Qimu: "..."

As if the clean and pleasant smell of cedar and the warm touch of that person still remained on the fingertips and body, Changsun Qimu slowly crushed his fingertips and floated back to Liuyun Palace.

Jing Ran quietly sneaked into the room of Baoxiang Palace, took a teacup, poured a cup of warm tea that was regularly changed on the outside table, took the teacup and drank half a cup while walking to the inner room , and then slightly pinched the fingertips to destroy the internal force, and the remaining half glass of water suddenly became warm and cool.

Putting the cup on the soft side, Jing Ran quickly took off his outer shirt and lifted up the thin quilt, sank into it, picked up the book beside him and opened it.

After everything was done, Jing Ran turned to the cover page and glanced at it as if thinking of something, the corners of his mouth flattened, and he threw the book in his hand back to the desk where the books were piled up, slightly hooked his fingers, and replaced it with a new one .

Sure enough, as soon as he received the scripture book, he heard the faint voices of eunuchs and court ladies kneeling to ask for peace and the old emperor from outside.

Jing Ran lazily raised her eyelids, and began to flip through the notebook in her hand with a glance.

The old emperor asked Concubine Li a few words, then changed the subject: "Where is Prince Jing?"

"Go back to the emperor, in the cleaned-up side room on the left." The leading eunuch of Baoxiang Palace who was kneeling at the very front replied respectfully, kneeling on the ground.

"Yeah." The old emperor pretended to mutter, and walked forward: "I'm going to see him."

As soon as the words fell, a court lady immediately got up and led the way, Jing Ran sneered, and when the door was pushed outside, she spread out the book with more than ten pages in her hand and threw it on the edge, tilted her head, and fell asleep.

The old emperor walked straight into the inner room in a hurry, and squinted his eyes when he saw the person who was sleeping lightly on the soft couch.Then he silently waved his hands behind him, and approached Jing Rantao alone with shallow steps, quietly picked up the scripture book next to Jing Ran's head and flipped through it.

Hearing the rustling sound of turning pages, Jing Ran seemed to wake up faintly, and suddenly got up and went to bed: "Huang..."

The old emperor stopped flipping his fingers, looked at her disheveled clothes, coughed and waved his hands and said, "It's cold in winter, you put on your clothes first."

Jing Ran nodded in response, and stretched out her hand to pull the thin quilt on the bed, wrapping herself up tightly.

"..." The old emperor's eyes froze for a moment, then immediately melted away. He sighed and said, "I've troubled you for the past few days. It's my negligence. I'll send some more stoves in later."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Jing Ran nodded bluntly.

The old emperor was silent for a while, and raised the words in his hand: "My son Jing Shizi is very talented. He was able to compose poetry at the age of three, and he would be attracted by the storybook even if he didn't realize it. Tell me, what are you talking about?"

Jing Ran let out a "huh", and said in response to what the old emperor said: "This "Cangshan Fields" probably tells a story about a farmer and a wolf. A wolf rescued a farmer who fell into a trap by mistake. Gather villagers and hunters to hunt down this spirit wolf."

The old emperor's gaze was fixed on the cover page, and when she heard her voice stop, he asked calmly, "Oh? And then, can the farmer fulfill his wish?"

Jing Ran sarcastically glanced at the old emperor's calm old face, and spread his hands in embarrassment: "Go back to the emperor, I just fell asleep when I saw this."

The old emperor nodded, threw the scripture book on the table, did not make any comments, but moved his eyes to the teacup on the side, directly reached out to pick it up, squinted his eyes seriously, and recalled: " I was negligent again, Concubine Li does not like to drink tea on weekdays, this seems to be the Jiangnan Biluochun that I bestowed on her the year before last, and I will send you some new tea this year's special tribute to the priest in a while."

Jing Ran didn't show any extra expression, and saluted naturally: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

The old emperor nodded, lowered his eyes and walked towards the door, waved his hand and said: "You are weak, so there is no need to send it off."

Jing Ran just stood there without moving, staring at the old emperor's back.

Sure enough, as soon as he walked to the door, the old emperor turned around suddenly, seeing Jing Ran still standing there, his eyes darkened a bit, and he asked gently: "I forgot again, I came here today just to ask Ask Concubine Li when she will wake up?"

"When the needles are finished on the seventh day, the imperial concubine will wake up after touching her." Jing Ran replied.

The old emperor nodded and left the inner room.

Jing Ran remained still and listened intently, waiting for the old emperor's next move.

Sure enough, when the old emperor walked to the middle of the outer room, he paused slightly, raised his hand to check the temperature of the teapot, and then walked out with an ugly expression.

The corner of Jing Ran's mouth twitched but there was no smile at all, and he lay down again, groping carefully for the words that the old emperor asked Changsun Qihao, and then strung together all the things that happened in the past twenty days when he returned to Beijing. After reading it again, he pulled the corner of the quilt up and covered his head in agitation.

Zhilan Garden, Deqin Prince's Mansion

As soon as the night fell, a gray shadow rushed into the house of the old prince Deqin very quickly, even avoiding the few people Jing Ran transferred from the eighteen hidden guards.

"Ran Jiu?" Old Prince Deqin paused the hand holding the bamboo slips, and looked up to the outer room.

"Master." The gray-clothed man called Ran Jiu quickly came in from the outer room, and bowed to the old prince Deqin.

This person has a casual but not messy beard, and a small and delicate one-clawed snake has been tattooed on the brow bone of his left eye to cover up the scar. It is obvious that he is not under forty.

Moreover, he was very familiar with the address of the old prince Deqin, and his eyes were calm and wise.

"But have you found the trace again?" Old Prince Deqin folded his bamboo slips together and asked with his eyes raised.

"Yes! This time I chased him directly to the capital of Qingyue."

"The capital?" The old prince Deqin looked serious: "Are you sure it's the two of them?"

"My subordinate followed me all the way from southern Xinjiang." Ran Jiu also solemnly replied.

"Immediately send all the people who can be used in Beijing!" The old prince Deqin immediately ordered, after thinking for a while, he said: "Don't disturb that stinky girl, go down!"

"Yes." Ran Jiugang turned around and turned back, asking, "Master, you have gained many masters in your yard recently."

Old Prince Deqin smiled and squinted his eyes: "It's the person that that stinky girl sent to protect me, no problem, let's go!"

Ran Jiu solemnly nodded to indicate that she understood, and then dug out of the Deqin palace as if she had come here.

When the lights are on, an unremarkable boat is floating on the famous Jiangcheng Canal in Qingyue Capital.

The canopy of the boat was very low, and there was no one at the helm of the boat. There was enough space inside to place a small table. Jiang Baixi sat on one side, holding a secret book in his hand, frowning and asking in a low voice: "What do you want to do now?" How many troops can be mobilized?"

The man on the opposite side had delicate features and a clean voice. He thought about it seriously: "If you don't disturb the king, at most one hundred thousand, if there is a proper reason, except for the 20 garrison troops in the capital, the rest should be fine." .”

That's 20. Jiang Baixi closed his eyes slightly to calculate and then asked: "How many soldiers are currently buried in Yucheng, which borders Wuli?"

"It was declared [-], but there are actually [-]." The man quickly replied.

It should be enough, Jiang Boxi was silent for a long time, closed his eyes and sighed: "Yan Huai, I might have to go against what I promised my aunt."

The handsome-looking man opposite is Yan Huai, the crown prince of Shuobei today. He smiled gently and said, "I'm the one to talk to the empress."

Jiang Baixi said "hmm", left a sentence of "be careful" and disappeared from the boat.

Yan Huai sat still, slowly sipped a cup of tea, and then stepped out of the boat in a fair manner.

Palace of Liuyun

The eldest grandson Qimu sat at the front of the desk for half a day. After closing the last hidden book, he rubbed his eyebrows and called out "Luo Nuo."

Luo Nuo's figure appeared in the room in response.

"Send the black ones as quickly as possible, and deal with the rest as usual." Changsun Qimu stood up and pointed to the two tall stacks of secret folders and instructed Luo Nuo, and added as he walked out: "In addition, you Recently, I will personally guard the Deqin Palace."

"Yes!"

Luo Xi followed the eldest grandson Qimu's footsteps slightly faster than usual from outside the door, with a puzzled look on his face: "Princess, where are you going?"

"Cangshu Pavilion." Changsun Qimu replied casually with his head down.

Luo Xi looked strange, but she had no choice but to remind: "But you are still grounded."

Changsun Qimu's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he lowered his eyes to look at the palace gate in front of him.

Luo Xi: "..."

Is it possible that the princess... Is this forgotten?

Changsun Qimu opened the door of the palace, turned his head as usual, and said seriously: "What I said just now is to let you go to the library to find some books for me."

Luo Xi saw that her face was very sincere and frank, and couldn't help being a little confused, as if she really didn't hear clearly just now.

……

"Look, you were so dazed just now that you missed my words." Changsun Qimu pointed out again solemnly.

Luo Xi: "..."

"...Okay, okay, what books did you say you were looking for, but we really didn't hear clearly." Luo Xi was already convinced of this fact, and asked with a guilty face.

The eldest grandson Qimu nodded in satisfaction, and thoughtfully said: "Let's go find some, um—"

She glanced at Luo Xi calmly, and concluded: "It can kill time, and it's an interesting book."

interesting bookWould there be such a book in the library of the palace? Roy stepped out of the palace door in a daze, but thinking about the princess saying yes, it must be there, and his steps became brisk again.

The grandson Qimu watched Luo Xi leave, closed his thick long eyelashes slightly, got up and floated silently to Baoxiang Palace.

When the place in my heart that has been dry for a long time is infiltrated by little touches, every moment of leisure time becomes more and more intense pulling and temptation.Even though I told myself over and over in my heart, slow down and wait a little longer, the person I've been longing for for so many years is right in front of me, and even the most expensive gods can hardly resist it.

As soon as Jing Ran returned to the house after administering the needles to Concubine Li, she heard a "dong" sound from the window.

Before he got close, the hall opened and closed again, and a blue-colored figure suddenly appeared in the room.

Jing Ran: "..."

Could it be that this girl is used to being a thief.

The eldest grandson Qimu didn't move after he came in, and stood there with his head bowed.

Jing Ran blinked and waited for a while, but Changsun Qimu still didn't make a sound. She suddenly thought of something and looked at the window hesitantly: "I sealed that window, did you hit it?"

The eldest grandson Qimu pursed his thin lips, raised his head and looked at Jingran, his forehead was indeed a little red, as if a small bump had bulged, but there was a slight look of grievance and a trace of... stuffy?

Eh?

There was a small smile in Jing Ran's eyes, but the corners of his mouth were always straightened. He took two steps closer to the eldest grandson Qimu, and lowered his eyes to scan her forehead carefully.

Just as Changsun Qimu was about to speak, a cool touch covered his forehead, and Jing Ran's jade-like fat and warm fingertips were gently stroking.

There seemed to be a warm current blowing over the heart, Changsun Qimu remained still, letting the soft emotions surround him.

After wiping the liquid medicine away and kneading it for a while, Jing Ran withdrew his hand and put a small sapphire blue bottle back into his arms.

This person seems to be able to take out what he needs from his bosom every time, Changsun Qimu thought while looking at her bosom.

Jing Ran also looked at her quietly, and said in a low voice, "I guess, you don't know what the emperor has arranged for the Deqin Palace, do you?"

The eldest grandson Qimu gave a soft "hmm", and his jade-like phoenix eyes were fixed, and he said seriously: "He is him, and I am me."

Jing Ran nodded, turned around and walked towards the table and said, "I believe you."

The eldest grandson Qimu's heart warmed up, and he followed.

Jing Ran motioned for her to sit down, tilted her head to look at her leisurely, and said narrowly, "Tomorrow is the emperor's birthday, what do you want to do here now, huh?"

Changsun Qimu's long eyelashes closed again, Jing Ran was thinking that she seemed to like this movement very much, the person opposite raised his sleeves slightly, and said softly: "I want to borrow those scriptures, can you lend them to me?"

"..." Jing Ran hooked the pile of scriptures over, neatly stacked them into a pile, and said in a serious manner: "You can borrow it if you want, and you have to ask me a question in exchange."

"Okay." Changsun Qimu nodded without any hesitation, looked at Jing Ran with soft eyes, and said softly: "Actually, if you ask me what you want to know, I will tell you."

"... Mutual exchanges are fair." Jing Ran rejected her seriously, and asked, "The emperor is looking for what the Crown Prince Yan of Shuobei is pregnant with?"

"Yan Huai and Jiang Baixi are quite close. Father should be checking whether the two have teamed up, and depending on the situation, it should have been found out." Changsun Qimu seemed not expecting her to ask this, thinking seriously After thinking about it, he replied.

The corners of Jing Ran's mouth curled up, and he joked softly: "How do you know so clearly, could it be that you also overheard it earlier?"

Grandson Qimu: "..."

A very bright smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Jing Ran's lips, and he pushed the story book forward, and said in a cheerful voice, "I'll lend you all."

Changsun Qimu looked at the crooked eyebrows of the person in front of him, and there was a part of his heart that suddenly became unreasonably soft. He moved his eyes and took out two books, and softly said: "I want two books, that's enough."

Jing Ran nodded and watched as the eldest grandson Qimu left quietly with two scriptures, sat for a while before raising his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth.

Eh?