Born short-lived

There are several layers of veils hanging in the room, covering the people on the bed tightly, and the light blue smoke with a strange fragrance flows out from the delicate and fine holes of the gilt lotus three-legged incense burner, silently. Breath filled the room.

There was only a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl guarding inside, and when she saw Jiang Huailan and Zhou Zirong coming in, she kowtowed to them and then backed out without a word.

"...Sister?" Jiang Huailan tentatively called softly, and after a long while, a voice that seemed like a gossamer came from behind the curtain, "You bring the little prince here..."

Jiang Huailan closed her eyes and was silent for a while, then as if she had finally made up her mind, she nodded slightly and turned sideways, gently lifted a layer of veil, and said in a low voice, "Please, little prince."

Before Zhou Zirong passed by, he glanced sideways at her with hidden worries, while Jiang Huailan seemed to be deliberately avoiding his gaze, even if he knew what he meant, she was unwilling to look up at him.

Under such circumstances, he couldn't say anything comforting, so he had no choice but to stop looking at her, at least to save her face—according to Jiang Huailan's temper, no matter what happened, he would not accept his seemingly Sympathize with general concerns.

Zhou Zirong softly said "Nevermind", then stepped on the soft mat and walked slowly towards the bed, knelt down a foot away from the bed, and the last floor was separated from Jiang Huaibi's bed. Tulle tent.

"Zhou has met the high priest."

"Lan met Eldest Sister."

The gauze seemed to be woven with some kind of pearly fabric, which faintly streamed in the dim light of the room, so even if they were only one foot away from the bed, they couldn't see Jiang Huaibi's face clearly. From her gossamer-like breath, she could feel the weakness of dying.

Her shadowy figure seemed to be weightless, floating lightly on the thick mattress, she had to turn her face slightly, looked at the two people outside the tent, regardless of whether they could see clearly, she just pulled out With some smiles, he said with difficulty: "His Majesty Bi Tuo hastily summoned the young prince to return to Beijing...you can't blame the young prince."

Zhou Zirong said, "Don't dare, I hope the high priest will take good care of his body."

Jiang Huaibi laughed softly, closed his eyes and said: "Thanks to the good words of the little prince, it's a pity that Bi is no longer useful, I'm afraid it won't be safe this time... Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to work for the little prince."

Zhou Zirong was speechless, and Jiang Huailan, who was kneeling beside him, choked up almost inaudibly in her throat, turned her face away, and said in a muffled voice: "Lan should bring Brother Kong back too, I hope sister Mo Strange……"

"It's fine if he doesn't come, he's surprised," Jiang Huaibi said, "I've only been here for a few days, and I still want to be quiet and quiet."

Jiang Huailan took a breath, paused, and said, "...how could it be so sudden?"

Jiang Huaibi said lightly: "It's not a holiday, it's just a matter of time, God can't wait... Hey, it's not a sudden thing, since the year before last, I've lost my energy, and my life has dragged on until now. It’s God’s mercy.”

The most powerful Bai Jing priest of the Jiang clan for a hundred years has finally been taken away by the world, and even if he is as powerful as Jiang Huaibi, he is only [-] now.

Seeing that neither of them said a word, Jiang Huaibi lay quietly for a while, and finally heard Zhou Zirong ask in a deep voice: "The high priest should not think too much, if there is anything, just tell Zirong." Can."

Jiang Huaibi thought, this is the point.

So Jiang Huai Bi went down the slope and said: "Bi knows that the young prince is dedicated to assisting the orthodoxy of the Eastern Palace, and has a close relationship with His Highness... The crown prince is the foundation of the world. When the foundation is shaken, the world is shaken. Others don't understand this truth. You and I don't know. understand?"

Jiang Huaibi said that he was a little short of breath at the end, he slowed down, and then said in a deep voice: "If Bi is gone in the future, no matter what the priests of the younger generation think, the Jiang clan will still be orthodox. After all, the shark beads sent by His Highness are so good. Whatever the Jiang clan says, they are reluctant to return it."

Jiang Huaibi used to say three points and seven points in her speech, but Zhou Zirong had never seen her speak so clearly.

It's just that Zhou Zirong still can't understand what Jiang Huaibi's plan is: "Since everything has been sent out, His Highness will definitely not want it back."

Jiang Huaibi smiled: "The black spirit and the white spirit are born together, and Bi and the East Palace are connected with each other, which can be regarded as conforming to the destiny... After a hundred years of my life, the Jiang family still needs a lot of care from the little prince, and Bi will naturally not let the little prince take care of him." Toil in vain."

Zhou Zirong frowned slightly, knowing that what Jiang Huaibi said was by no means a trivial matter, he said, "What does the high priest mean by that?"

Jianghuai Bi said quietly: "Bi knows whether the young prince is concerned about His Highness's safety or not, but his poor Highness's black spirit body is destined not to be a long-lived person just like Bi."

These words hit Zhou Zirong's sore spot impartially, his eyes dimmed a bit, but he kept silent and continued to listen to Jiang Huaibi's continuation.

Jiang Huaibi said: "Your Highness is more blessed than Bi, and the number of Bai Lingqi has been fixed... However, Hei Ling is not unable to change his fate against the sky."

Zhou Zirong took a deep breath, raised his eyes and said, "...high priest, what do you mean?"

"This... Ah Lan knows better than me."

Zhou Zirong was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly looked at Jiang Huailan beside him. Jiang Huailan's face was not very clear, as if he was clenching his teeth, and lowered his voice to stop: "Sister..."

Jiang Huai Bi ignored it, and still said in a calm and unhurried way: "In addition, Bi will give the young prince another good relationship."

Zhou Zirong's eyes sank, and he said in a low voice, "What does the high priest mean by that?"

At that moment, Zhou Zirong seemed to be able to feel that Jiang Huaibi's eyes were piercing like silver needles from behind the gauze tent, but there was still a hint of a smile in his voice: "What are Bi and the little prince?" Friendship? Here at Bi, the young prince doesn’t have to take advantage of it and act obediently... Is there anything I don’t understand, the young prince has also reached the age of marriage, Bi has already asked His Majesty for an order, and Ah Lan’s Geng invitation has been sent to Xiao The prince's capital residence... As for the way to continue His Highness's life, it should be A Lan's dowry."

Zhou Zirong said: "High Priest, this is a big matter. Miss Jiang's life should not be so hasty, right?"

When he said this, he inadvertently glanced at Jiang Huailan from the corner of his eye. Normally, she would definitely not be able to bear this kind of humiliation, but this time she lowered her head without saying a word, looking at her meticulous side face No emotion can be read in the outline.

It seems she already knew about this.

Jiang Huaibi said with a half-smile: "Since the little prince is a beloved man, why should he be afraid of losing his love? Or is it that the little prince doesn't believe what Bi said?...Since Bi said that A Lan has found a way to continue the life of Hei Ling, so why don't you let him go?" I will definitely not deceive the little prince."

"...Young Lord, do you still remember? Alan has been traveling in southern borders before. It was because the tribesmen heard that there is a secret method to change the life of black spirits in southern borders. That's why Alan went to look for it on the grounds of learning herbal medicine. Check... the little prince will definitely not lose money if he marries Ah Lan."

Zhou Zirong: "The high priest, why bother?"

Jiang Huaibi sighed: "This is a matter of last resort, Bi understands, can the young prince not understand?"

When Zhou Zirong returned to the mansion in the capital, the red satin-covered Geng Tie was placed squarely on the dark sandalwood table in the main hall, looking abrupt and dazzling.

Also since that day, Jiang Huailan never came to see him again, saying that he stayed in the Jiang Clan compound to take care of Jiang Huaibi.

His Majesty has never called him into the hall for an audience. It turned out that he was called back in such a hurry to help Jiang Huaibi arrange her funeral. After all, when Jiang Huaibi fell, no one took care of Li Chongwen. No matter how old Li Chongwen Qualifications will inevitably be constrained by others. If Zhou Zirong and Dong Sheng don't come back, something will happen if Jiang Huai Bi dies.

Now Bai Jing is no longer irreplaceable, and the existence of the Jiang Clan has gradually become more harmful than beneficial to everyone. The various strategies of the founding emperor to weaken the Jiang Clan finally bear fruit after a hundred years, and Jiang Huai Bi asked Jiang Huailan to marry Zhou Zirong in order to ensure the stability of the Jiang clan's status after her death - after all, the person behind Zhou Zirong was Prince Hei Ling.

Zhou Zirong thought, it seems that they are not the only ones who are in turmoil right now.

Three days later, the city of Huajing was full of gongs and drums, the Xuanwu Gate was opened wide, and the crown prince led his own army to return triumphantly.

[The author has something to say: Don't worry, everyone, Zirong won't marry Jiang Guliang. 】