Killed by the scumbag Bai Yueguang and came back [Quick Transmigration]

"Woo... Shizi, Xiaoshizi, wake up, wake up..."

He Yue cried and collapsed in embarrassment. Although she only got along with her for a short time, she couldn't help but love this innocent child as if she were her own brother. Although she knew that she was not qualified to do so, she really did I don't want anything to happen to the other party.

Seeing the person's complexion getting redder, He Yue raised her hand to wipe away her tears, poured out a basin of blood, poured a basin of well water for someone to apply brocade to the hot forehead, and immediately stood up and rushed out of the hall. I have to help Xiao Shizi find a doctor.

"The emperor has ordered a one-month ban, and no one in Qinfeng Hall is allowed to take half a step." A guard with a knife stopped He Yue's way.

Thinking of the unknown people in the palace, He Yueya gritted her heart anxiously, and took out the square token from her bosom.

When the guard who was aggressive just now saw the token, his complexion immediately changed, and while putting away the blocking knife, he said: "So it's Aunt Heyue from the Dark Pavilion. Auntie is so anxious, do you have something important to report to the emperor?"

After changing her sad expression just now, He Yue said in a calm voice: "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask, I have to deal with business, get out of the way."

Of course, the guards who were also members of the hidden cabinet in the hands of the emperor did not dare to block his boss's way, and immediately stepped back and said, "Yes..."

Without the obstruction of the guards, He Yue strode towards the hospital not far away after going out. Gu Weizhou, who saw all this scene in his eyes, closed his door, touched his chin and said: [Sure enough, this palace There are dangers everywhere, no one can believe it. 】

Thinking about where Heyue was going, and thinking about this poor child who would be left alone in the palace with unknown life and death, Gu Weizhou walked under the parasol tree in the courtyard not far away, and played his zither.

In a trance, Jiang Jingyue felt that his erratic body seemed to pass through countless fragments of memories. When he was a child, he begged his father to teach him martial arts and was rejected. He was forced to learn the useless piano. The picture of chess calligraphy and painting, the picture of him wanting to see the art of war but being reprimanded...

In fact, Jiang Jingyue has never really understood why his father is the most powerful god of war in the whole of Da Ao, why should he be raised by the other party to be a little son who only knows piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? He also wants to go to the battlefield, and he also wants to Going into battle to fight for the emperor's uncle, he also wanted to be as majestic as his father and become an object of admiration by everyone, but every time he mentioned his thoughts, his father would teach him with a livid face.

The most common sentence my father said before his death was that he was born in the emperor's family, and everything was involuntary.

But he felt that the emperor's uncle was a very good person. Every time he went to the palace, the other party would smile and invite him to eat this and that, and even refused to let him kneel down. Very good, keep this country for him.

However, today's remark, today's indiscriminate assertion, seemed to make Jiang Jingyue clearly understand what an emperor's family is for the first time.

The one who attacked him was his cousin in name, the one who locked him here was his uncle in name, and those who watched the excitement but no one spoke from the beginning to the end were his brothers and sisters, However, in the process of lying on the ground in an extremely embarrassing posture, no one extended a helping hand to him.

Jiang Jing suddenly wanted to go home, to see her mother, to go back to the palace that was not as gorgeous as this cold palace, but everyone liked him and treated him very well.

Warm tears dripped down from the corners of his eyes unconsciously, as if he was silently expressing the thoughts and sorrows in his heart, and at this moment, Jiang Jingyue vaguely caught a few wisps of extremely melodious coolness coming from the air .

A touch of longing is like the tide, and the gentle temperature is like the gentleness of the sun.

As he listened, Jiang Jingyue felt that he gradually forgot the pain in his body, and instead remembered the beautiful past that was deeply in his mind.

With mother, with father, with those kind servants...

Want to go home, want to go home, he wants to go home... ╥﹏╥...

Glancing at the host wearing Zhang Qing's cold skin, No. 001 said: [... You did it on purpose. 】

[I suddenly felt that, no matter what, we are two babies who have a home and can't go back, and are forced to leave home. 】

[…] Forgive me for not being able to see how you look like a baby, but a giant baby is almost the same.

【So, you sympathize with him and plan to rescue him? 】

【The value of other people's extended hand will always be greatly reduced. He wants me to save him.】 Little white teeth bared, 【Kneel down and beg me. 】

[…] I can see it, you just have a bad taste and want to punish him.

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With the medicine given by the imperial doctor He Yueqiu, Jiang Jingyue's fever subsided quickly, and he woke up after three to five days. It's just that compared with the vigorous and vigorous person at the beginning, the pale-faced person who just recovered from a serious illness now, It seems to have won a little weaker.

The courtyard of Qinfeng Palace is very desolate, looking around except for a few weeds that have sprung up, there is only one locust tree with a crooked neck, and the buds on the branches are just right, Jiang Jingyue is just like this alone Sitting under a tree in a daze.

When the emperor took Jiang Jingyue into the palace, he was placed in the Zhilin Hall not far from the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but because the Zhilin Hall was still under construction, he was temporarily resettled by the emperor. In this palace.

At the beginning, Jiang Jing believed in the sincere guilt, but he thought that since he entered the palace, apart from the only Heyue, he had never seen any maids and eunuchs around him. Once he saw the facts of the imperial power clearly, he doubted his pure judgment for the first time.

Did the emperor's uncle really just forget to send him a court lady and eunuch?

"Little son, come and eat sweet-scented osmanthus cakes."

The voice in his ear interrupted Jiang Jingyue's remaining thoughts. He turned his head and saw He Yue beside him.

The name Heyue was given to him by his mother when he entered the palace. She said that she had unintentionally saved the life of this upright court lady more than ten years ago. A court lady manages her daily life.

Thinking that he was probably the only correct decision he made after entering the palace, Jiang Jingyue picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the stone table beside him, smiled sweetly at the person and said, "Aunt Heyue, it's very kind of you to serve me. "

Heyue's hand hanging by her side trembled slightly when she heard this sentence, and she felt ashamed of guilt in the sincere and sincere eyes of the person opposite.

If I really treated him well, I wouldn't follow the emperor's order to prescribe medicine to him every day. I... I'm sorry for the trust of the princess, and I'm sorry for the dead prince.

"Little... Xiao Shizi... I still have something to do, you eat first."

He Yue, who couldn't stay under the gaze of these pure and kind eyes, lowered her head in embarrassment and said this, then turned and left, her slightly staggering steps seemed to be in a panic.

While biting the sweet-scented osmanthus crisp in his hand, Jiang Jing looked at the person who was leaving with more and more puzzlement. His eyes were full of puzzlement. Why did he always feel that Aunt He Yue was always avoiding him during this time?

Hmm, I don’t understand, let’s ignore it, he has a big plate of sweet-scented osmanthus crisps to eat today.

Looking at the large plate of sweet-scented osmanthus crisps on the stone table, Jiang Jing's eyes narrowed in joy. The sun shone on his slightly immature side face, making him look like a greedy little girl. lazy cat.

Just when Jiang Jingyue was holding a pan of sweet-scented osmanthus crisps and eating them very unhappy, suddenly a wisp of empty string sound rose from not far away, winding and melodious, the sound was like an orchid in an empty valley.

Holding the sweet-scented osmanthus crisp in his hand, Jiang Jingyue suddenly remembered that he seemed to have heard this distant piano sound in a daze not long ago, and then he missed his mother, his father, and went home. In the end, my eyes were swollen from crying.

Turning his head, he turned his gaze to the place where the rhythm came from, which was the side hall separated by only a wall.

"Except for us, the people living in that area are all protons and prisoners from other countries who can't be killed for the time being. Be sure to stay away from these people..."

When he stayed in Qinfeng Palace on the first day, He Yue's exhortations were vivid in his ears, and the solemnity between his words was not inferior to the way he went to pay his respects to the emperor that day.

But maybe it was because the sound of the zither brought back countless good memories in the palace that day, at this moment Jiang Jingyue suddenly felt a great curiosity about the person playing the qin.

Putting the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand into his mouth three times, five times and two times, Jiang Jingyue got up and walked to the palace wall beside him, looking up at the palace wall that was as tall as two of him, he felt a little worried, how could he get past it?

After thinking for a while, Jiang Jingyue thought of the chairs in the room. As soon as his eyes lit up, he ran to the inner room, moved all the chairs out, and placed them against the wall several stories high.

Looking at the high chair, he immediately smiled and climbed up with both hands and feet. Although his feet were rickety, they were still high enough. Holding the wall with trembling hands, Jiang Jingyue finally managed to do so. stood up.

Jiang Jingyue, who successfully cast his gaze to the palace over there, saw the picture on the other side of the wall clearly, just because he finally reached the wall and bent his silly and happy eyes, he was suddenly stared round in amazement.

But not far away, under the sycamore tree, the fingers of the man in white are as slender as butterflies, mellow and melodious.

The man under the tree looks extremely handsome, with red lips and white teeth, skin like creamy fat, his indifferent and distant eyes are lightly drawn, and the long eyelashes fall on the eyelids, flowing like a blue light reflecting the moon.

The ink-like long hair is only tied behind the head with a piece of white silk, and there are no extra accessories on the whole body, but the cool and graceful demeanor and the lingering ring around the fingertips are enough to make people unable to look away.

Jiang Jingyue grew up so big, he had never seen such a good-looking person, let alone heard such beautiful piano music.

Looking at the side face bathed in mottled light and shadow, Jiang Jing thought more and more, the immortals in the sky probably look like this.

Just as Jiang Jingyue was staring at that pretty face in a daze, suddenly, he saw the face of the man in his line of sight suddenly darken, and at the same time his slender fingers suddenly stopped, he tilted his head and shouted: "Who!"

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About fast travel, the author only (likes) can (like) write all kinds of stimulating dog blood, babies with the same taste can move to the author's column → "I have special whitewashing skills" to learn about the pre-acceptance (?ω?)hiahiahia

Shopping three times a year, 618, Double Eleven, and Spring Festival, every time I chop my hands, I cry and eat soil while waiting for the express delivery. Yesterday, the babies were so happy to chop their hands

Thank you Durian Xuemei Niang for the mines, okay~