Clear and Muddy Loss of Love

Love and hate will hurt yourself first

After a while, Nangong Jingnv first closed her eyes a little, seeing that Qi Yan seemed to have fallen asleep, she opened her eyes and looked at her secretly.

This life is so delicate, the contours of the facial features are deep, tough yet somewhat soft.

On the wedding night, she was so amazed. She thought she should get used to it after getting along for so long, but she didn't want to look at her more and more...

Qi Yan suddenly called out: "Your Highness?"

Nangong Jingnv immediately closed her eyes without answering.

"It's rare for His Highness to wake up so early, why don't you go to the study room and read in the morning."

Nangong Jingnv pretended to be asleep to the end, she almost snored a few times.

Qi Yan sat up: "I know His Highness is not asleep."

Nangong Jingnv opened her eyes, and said angrily, "I was woken up by you when I fell asleep!"

But Qi Yan said firmly: "Your Highness's breathing when he is asleep, I can still tell the difference."

This sentence fell into Nangong Jingnu's ears but it had a different charm, she sat up resignedly.

I don't know since when, my temper was tightly controlled by Qi Yan...

When he came to the study room, Qi Yan took out a thin book from the bookshelf and handed it to Nangong Jingnv: "Your Highness has made great progress, and you can proceed to the next stage. From now on, read this book by heart, and then explain it. "

Nangong Jingnv curled her lips, she was familiar with the handwriting in the book: "You wrote this?"

"The minister selected one of the rare ancient scrolls bestowed by His Majesty that is suitable for His Highness to study now, and copied it to read with His Highness."

Nangong Jingnv flipped through a few pages. The last time I saw Qi Yan writing was on the Lantern Festival, but this person's handwriting has improved again in the past few months: the strokes of the pen have lost a little elegance, and have become a little more calm and heavy.

It is not difficult to see how serious he is when writing these words. The pages of the book are made of ordinary rice paper without hidden grids, but the spacing between each word is not the slightest difference, and it is pleasing to the eye with just a cursory glance.

Nangong Jingnv unconsciously showed a sweet smile, tilted her head and asked, "How many words are there in this book?"

Qi Yan replied without thinking: "Twenty thousand."

Nangong Jingnv raised her eyebrows: "Remember so clearly?"

"The former teacher once said: If you read ten thousand volumes, you can write with spirit. The reason why your highness finds it difficult to do interpretation is because you don't have enough accumulation on weekdays. Fortunately, your highness is talented, and you can memorize dozens of books..."

"Dozens of books?!"

Qi Yan's eyes flickered, and he said seriously: "With the accumulation of 'more than a million words', His Highness will surely be able to speak well, without knowing how to write."

Nangong Jingnv was like a deflated ball, with her chin resting on the desk with a bitter face: "More than a million? It's hard for me to read, and you still have to memorize it?"

"As the saying goes, water drips through stone, I urge His Highness to recite some every day, and it will be completed one day."

Qi Yan stared straight into Nangong Jingnu's eyes, her deep eyes seemed to suck her in.

Nangong Jingnv nodded, but felt as if she had overlooked something.

Qi Yan hooked the corners of her mouth, and the suppressed tyranny in her heart once again made trouble.

Only she herself knows: the profound meaning of copying the book to Nangong Jingnv and asking her to recite it.

Nangong Rang ordered the killing of 130 million grassland compatriots. If this hatred continues to be suppressed, he will fall into madness one day.

So Qi Yan thought of such a way to turn the life of every compatriot into a character of Wei State.I wrote it down by myself, gave it to my enemy's daughter and taught her to keep it firmly in my heart.

Unfortunately, one day my identity will be exposed, but before I die, I must clearly tell Nangong Jingnu the "allusion" of these characters.Let these characters become her lingering nightmare all her life, entangled in her thinking, words and deeds.

Like an ant attached to a mutton, it tortured her for the rest of her life until she died!

But... If the vengeance is avenged, there is no need to tell her about it.

Long-term repression made Qi Yan's mentality unbalanced and dangerous. Hidden under his gentle and elegant appearance was a heart that was more cruel than a desperado.

This cruelty was not only imposed on the enemy, but also hurt herself.

She said it even though she knew full well that it was dangerous to say so.

Looking at Nangong Jingnv's ignorant face, what filled her heart was a lingering pleasure.

The constant spout of hatred has already filled her heart, if she doesn't vent it in this way, she doesn't know what she will do.

Qi Yan stared straight at Nangong Jingnu, not only hoping that the other party could understand something, but also hoped that she could hide the truth.

This behavior of lighting the fire and clamoring to make the fire more ferocious has far exceeded the scope of ordinary people's comprehension.

The appearance of Jiya was the last straw that crushed Qi Yan's rationality. Changes came in vain. Full of self-confidence, she felt for the first time that she might die on the road of revenge...

If Nangong Rang knew her identity, she would definitely cut her into pieces, but before her body was tortured... She must apply this thing, which is more cruel than death, to her enemy's most beloved daughter!

The fingers hidden under the wide sleeves trembled slightly, Qi Yan withdrew his gaze.

Your Highness, please wait for the minister to go to the end. In this way, we can all suffer less.

Qi Yan calculated very fairly: Wei people killed 130 million grassland compatriots, and more than [-] Wei people died in vain during the Qingyi War.

There is still a shortfall of 80, and the lives of the entire supportive royal family, she will get it back sooner or later.

Nangong Jingnv came to Qi Yan's side at some point, and asked nervously while holding her arm: "What's wrong with you? You look very bad..."

Just now, Nangong Jingnv saw that Qi Yan's complexion turned pale instantly, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, his eyes were hollow, and his body was crumbling.

She supported Qi Yan with worried eyes: Is he sick?

Qi Yan took a few breaths, her eyes gradually regained focus, and she turned her head to look at Nangong Jingnv who raised her hand to press her left heart: a real tingling sensation came from there.

"Qi Yan? Don't scare me!"

Qi Yan's face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and even her lips became pale. She panted heavily, shaking her body and hugging Nangong Jingnv into her arms.

"I will ask Qiu Ju to send the imperial doctor here, just wait!"

Qi Yan rested her chin on Nangong Jingnu's shoulder, and said weakly: "Your Highness, don't move, just give me a hug."

Nangong Jingnv put her arms around Qi Yan's waist, her delicate body trembling: "What's wrong with you? Does it hurt somewhere? Is the imperial doctor okay?"

Qi Yan's eyes turned hot: "Will Your Highness memorize all these more than a million words?"

"What time is it, you still say this!?"

"Your Highness?"

"I just have to carry it on my back, don't scare me like that, okay?"

Qi Yan let out a powerless sigh, hugged Nangong Jingnv and closed her eyes, a little moisture oozing from the corners of her eyes.

The morning reading didn't go on, Nangong Jingnv called her servant to carry Qi Yan back to the main hall.

The servants in the mansion were shocked: the son-in-law was fine when he got up in the morning, why did he become so ill suddenly?

Qi Yan lay quietly on the bed, her complexion was better than when she was in the study, and she held Nangong Jingnv's hand tightly.

Nangong Jingnv ordered Qiu Ju to find an imperial doctor but was stopped by Qi Yan, Nangong Jingnv couldn't hold back her and had to give up.

I don't know if Qi Yan fell asleep, holding Nangong Jingnv's hand tightly.The other party just let her hold it, and wiped her sweat with a damp cloth from time to time, and even missed breakfast.

the other side.

Nangong Rang, who has always been known for his "diligent administration", stopped the court for the first time after more than ten years since he ascended the throne.

All the officials waited in the side hall for more than half an hour, and Sijiu, the chief servant, brought Nangong Rang's oral order: "I, I feel the wind and cold and stop for a day."

Which of the ministers in the field doesn't have a few beautiful wives and beautiful family members in their mansion?He is well aware of the reason why Nangong let the court stop.

But His Majesty has always been diligent in administration, since he said "I occasionally feel the wind and cold", they couldn't say anything, so they had to leave together.

Usually after the court, the courtiers would discuss politics in twos and threes on the palace road in low voices, but today it was unusually quiet.

Everyone acted in their own positions and bowed their heads in silence.

Once in the spring breeze, Nangong Rang completely changed his views on lowly slaves in the prairie, at least his views on prairie women.

Jiya gave him a wild experience that he had never had in his life. Which of the previous women was not shy and restrained, with low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye?

Jiya is like a wild horse that is difficult to tame. Although it is the first time, Nangong Rang, who is over fifty years old, is squeezed so hard that she can't straighten her waist and get out of bed.

Nangong let out a long sigh, stroked Jiya's smooth back with a broad palm, and said with emotion: "Renrouxiang, Yingxiongzhong, I understand."

Jiya's blue hair was scattered and her face was tired, but she smiled charmingly. She leaned on Nangongrang's chest, fiddling with Nangongrang's finely trimmed white beard with her slender fingers, and softly called out: "Your Majesty, Jiya will be yours from now on. people."

"What does beauty want me to reward you?"

"I just want to be with His Majesty forever."

Nangong Rang was a little excited: "How about... how about Jin conferring on you as Concubine Ya?

"Is there any difference between Zhaoyi and Yafei? I think Zhaoyi sounds better."

Nangong couldn't help laughing, he fell in love with Jiyasu's charming and ignorant appearance.

……

Just after noon, the imperial decree to enshrine Nagusjiya as a concubine was announced to all the prefectures. Nangong Wang squinted his drunken eyes, knelt on the ground and said some auspicious words.

As soon as the servant left, he rushed to the door and vomited wildly.With the pungent smell of alcohol lingering in his breath, Nangong Wang straightened up slowly, stumbled towards the inner hall, and knocked over a table of teacups by "mishandling".

There was one main concubine, one side concubine, and several concubines in his mansion, but the moment Nangong Wang saw Ji Ya, he fell deeply!It was the first time in his life that he was so close at hand but still worried about him.

He got the news: Father didn't want women from other races to enter the palace, and Nangong Wang took care of it before going to the banquet.

Nan Gongping came from a humble background, his second child was not in Beijing, and he was the eldest prince in the palace banquet.

No matter the status of his mother's family or his own ability, Nangong felt that no one could surpass him.

As long as the father refuses for a while, he will immediately come out and ask Princess Ji Ya to marry him.

But... In just one night, the woman who made him fall in love at first sight and dreamed of, jumped from Zhaoyi to the concubine he would salute every time he saw her!