Clear and Muddy Loss of Love

insurmountable gap

Nan Gongwang listened to Qi Yan's plan to flatter and kill, clapped his hands and praised: "My brother-in-law is the most intelligent man in the world, I can get my brother-in-law's full support, just like Zhang Liang and Xiao He. Why worry about big things not being done?"

"Your Highness is over-reputed, this is just the duty of a courtier."

Qi Yan's presumptuous words were worth thousands of compliments to Nan Gongwang's ears.

But the joy only lasted for a moment, and he hesitated: "My brother-in-law's plan, if the father's dragon body Kangtai will naturally make the second child forever, but if the father fails to survive, wouldn't he be making wedding dresses for others?"

Qi Yan sneered in her heart: Wei people are so indifferent to their flesh and blood for the sake of the throne, how can such a court be passed down?

"What does Your Highness mean?"

Nangong looked down, and said: "Second brother is very fateful. Last time, such a big incident failed to bring him to the bottom of the valley. He is older than me, and now he is deeply popular with the people. Brother-in-law? A way to prevent this palace from being suspected by the emperor father, and to completely abolish the second child?"

Qi Yan thought for a moment: "Yes, I'm afraid His Highness feels that the minister has a vicious heart and is alienated from me."

Nangong Wang's expression was a little unnatural: "Don't mention the old things brother-in-law, from now on you and I will work together to achieve a great cause."

"May I ask Your Highness, how is the First Prince's situation?"

"He is the son of a lowly maid who gave birth to him privately. His father arranged a mansion for him in Gyeonggi, rewarded five hundred households with food, and he is not allowed to enter the palace unless ordered."

"How is the security in the mansion?"

"This, I have to check it out. Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"What is the reason why Your Highness dare not touch the Second Prince?"

"Naturally..."

Nangongwang understood: Qi Yan asked him to find a way to assassinate Nangongping, and then put all the blame on the second prince Nangongwei.

Nangongwang hesitated a little. On the one hand, he was worried that he would not be able to bear the consequences if things were revealed, and on the other hand, he still had a trace of conscience.

Qi Yan saw through Nan Gongwang's thoughts, and said coldly: "Which emperor in the past and present has ascended to the throne cleanly? If Your Highness is really unwilling to be ruthless, I advise His Highness to take the initiative to surrender before he and the second prince have an affair. .When the second prince ascends the throne, His Highness may be an idle prince and end his life like this."

One sentence touched Nangong Wang's hidden taboo, seeing the hesitation in his eyes dissipated, Qi Yan took the initiative to resign.

……

She boarded the carriage back home, leaned on the carriage and slowly closed her eyes.

Trying to recall Nangong Ping's appearance, they only met twice, the other was a taciturn middle-aged man who consciously sat in the corner at every palace banquet.

According to common sense, Nangong Ping, who came from a humble background and was far away from the political center, is the prince who is most likely to have a good death. It's a pity that the Nangong family all have original sins.

Qi Yan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were dark: It has been 11 years, and the Nangong royal family should pay a little interest for the blood debt of that year...

……

In Ganquan Palace, Nangong Jingnv was talking with Nangong Rang.

Outside the sleeping hall, a servant sang and shouted: "My Lady, Concubine Ya, please see me!"

Jiya entered the main hall and bowed down to worship: "See Your Majesty."

Nangong Rang showed a smile, and stretched out his hand to Ji Ya: "Concubine Ya, come and sit."

Ji Ya took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the dragon bed, and took out something from her arms: "Look, Your Majesty!"

Nangongrang looked at the cracked tortoise shell: "What is this?"

"This is our way of praying in the grassland. Throw the tortoise shell into the brazier and pray to the gods with the wish in your heart. If the cracks in the tortoise shell are even, it means the god has agreed."

Nangong Rang's eyes overflowed with a tenderness that should not belong to the emperor: "What wish did you make?"

"I hope His Majesty recovers soon..."

Nangong Jingnv looked at the scene in front of her, feeling hard to understand.

She has forgotten the appearance of the queen mother, but this warm scene is very vivid and clear.

Watching his father take the tortoise shell over, count the lines on it, and then smile.I also saw the eyes of Ji Ya looking at his father with affection.

She suddenly missed Qi Yan a little, and it was time to leave.

"Father, it's getting late, and my son will go back to the mansion first."

Nangong asked to stay for a while, and then let Nangong Jingnv leave.

Nangong Jingnv looked at the sky outside, because she couldn't see Qi Yan on the first day of her father's illness, and she hadn't seen her for more than 20 days.

I don't know if he is doing well?Are you still bored in the study room like before, staying all day?

Nangong Jingnv returned to the mansion, ordered the kitchen to prepare a dinner and told Qiu Ju, "You go to the son-in-law's mansion yourself and invite him to come."

"Yes."

Nangong Jingnv was a little ashamed, this was the first time she took the initiative to invite Qi Yan into the mansion.

In the past, she lived freely and freely, choosing everything according to her heart.

But later, I saw that the second sister fell into endless troubles because of handing over the white silk, and the father also told him that the pen knife in the hands of the speaker is the most terrible thing in the world.

Under Qi Yan's guidance and influence, he read a lot of books and understood what is fearful in human words.

The more you know, the more scruples you will have.

Also belatedly understood: why the second sister is frowning, why Qi Yan is so strict to abide by the palace rules.

But today, when she watched the warm interaction between Jiya and her father, that longing silently spread in her heart.

With Qi Yan's personality, it might be impossible to take the initiative, so let me be braver instead.

If the speaker wants to write, write about yourself...

After figuring this out, Nangong Jingnv relaxed a lot.

She looked down at the palace dress on her body, counted the time when Qi Yan would enter the mansion, and turned to walk towards Tangquan Palace...

Qi Yan was writing in the study, Xia He reported: "Master Consort, Your Highness the Princess invites you to the Princess Mansion for dinner."

Walking pen paused: "Got it, come here."

Qi Yan put down the brush, took out two books from the pile of books in front of the table, and left the study.

Nangong Jingnv changed into clean palace attire, and two servant girls entered the palace one after another: the dinner was ready, Qi Yan was waiting outside the door, everything was just right, Nangong Jingnv's mood brightened.

After entering the Imperial Dining Hall, Nangong Jingnv ordered: "Everyone step back, no one will be left to serve you."

"Yes."

Qi Yan obviously had a lot to say, but Qi Yan was sitting in front of her, but Nangong Jingnv didn't know where to start.

It was Qi Yan who spoke first: "Is Your Majesty's dragon body healthy?"

Nangong Jingnu replied: "The imperial doctor said that after a few days of rest, you can go to court. I'm sorry... On the first day of the new year, I went to the palace to visit my father."

"I know."

Qi Yan keenly sensed that the other party's mood was not right, so he put a chicken leg on Nangong Jingnv's plate: "Your Highness, is there something on your mind?"

Nangong Jingnv first nodded and then shook her head: "Too many things have happened recently, I don't know where to start."

It was the first time Qi Yan read the word "sorrow" from the other person's face, and suddenly realized: this 15-year-old girl seems to have grown up.

"Can you stay tonight?" Nangong Jingnv asked softly.

"it is good."

……

After dinner, the two of them walked around the garden first, then returned to the bedroom and ordered Qiu Ju to move the chessboard, and still let the fourth son, Qi Yan Zhibai, go first.

The sound of Luozi came out from time to time, and the two of them were very quiet.

Qi Yan found that Nangong Jingnv's chess strength had improved again, and wanted to praise her, but stopped when she saw the serious expression on her face.

Nangong Jingnv moved very slowly, considering every step, until the sky outside was completely dark, the chessboard was covered with chess pieces from both sides, black and white were entangled after a fight.

Nangong Jingnv looked at the chessboard for a long time, then put the black piece on her fingertip back into the chess box: "I lost." The short four words revealed a touch of melancholy.

"Your Highness...?"

Nangong Jingnv showed a soothing smile: "It's getting late, let's go to bed."

"Yes."

Qi Yan put on his underwear and blew out the candles on the table, the bedroom was plunged into darkness.

Turning around, she saw a beautiful figure standing behind her. Nangong Jingnv's gentle voice came: "I'm holding you, slow down."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Lying on the bed, the atmosphere fell into a brief stagnation again, Qi Yan didn't know if this was the punishment from the gods, or an illusion of guilty conscience.

Nangong Jingnv would appear every time she did "bad things", as if to test her ability to bear.

Nangong Ping is just the beginning, and the Nangong royal family will continue to bleed in the days to come.

Although Qi Yan has not yet decided who will be next, but in the end it will be the turn of Nangong Jingnu's beloved family.

They were so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

It was so close that Qi Yan didn't dare to let her expression show any looseness...

Obviously she deliberately provoked Nangong Jingnv, but when the other party responded, Qi Yan just wanted to run away.

Nangong Jingnu, who was lying beside Qi Yan, was engaged in a "battle between heaven and man".

She has always felt that there is something between Qi Yan and Qi Yan, and she didn't understand until she saw her father and Ji Ya getting along.

Qi Yan is very obedient to herself, and she can even be said to be respectful, but... this doesn't seem to be what a husband and wife should look like.

Feeling the sleeve being pulled, Qi Yan called out: "Your Highness?"

"Can you...can you lie down?"

Qi Yan felt uneasy, Nangong Jingnv was too abnormal today.

Nangong Jingnv bit her lip, the other party's hesitation hurt her heart.

Slowly loosening Qi Yan's sleeves, suppressing the pain and pain in her heart, she turned around in silence.

In the end, she carried the reservedness of a woman and the arrogance of a royal family, even though she felt Qi Yan's "rejection", it did not break through.

Knowing that she hurt the other party, Qi Yan raised her hand subconsciously, but finally controlled it and retracted it.

At this moment, the Babu bed seemed to be extremely spacious, and an insurmountable gap lay between the two of them.

Qi Yan knew the reason.

They have been married for almost two years, and the relationship between them has reached a critical point. As long as she takes the initiative to go over and coax a few words in a soft voice, the uneasiness in her heart can be soothed as easily as before.

But, then...?

A moment of peace can only bring endless disasters. After all, she is a daughter, and no matter how she pretends to be, she can't change the fact.

Even though Qi Yan felt extremely guilty, this time she did not dare to deceive Nangong Jingnv like before.

She has carried too much on her shoulders, the destruction of the grassland, the scar on Bayin's head, and the concealment that Ding You helped her do.

She also turned around, and the two of them lay back to back on the bed.

The night gradually deepened, only the red light hanging in front of the bedroom door penetrated into the red light.

Qi Yan slowed down her breathing, but her eyes lost focus: If the premise of protecting her identity is to make Nangong Jingnv sad, then she has no choice.

Nangong Jingnv folded her arms, tears overflowing silently, soaking the orange brocade on the jade pillow.