Born short-lived

"Declarate the Imperial Physician, quickly announce the Imperial Physician!"

Dong Sheng didn't expect that Li Mingying would really commit suicide, and pulled the curtain of the car: "Turn around, go back!"

This matter obviously exceeded his cognition, how can a girl who looks quite normal do such shocking things.

The prince's car turned half a circle on the straight road from Shenwumen to the gate of the inner palace, and then turned back.

He hurried back to Shenwumen, and the spectators had almost dispersed. He saw all the servants of the Li family gathered in a small group, and a guard in armor was helping a bloody man at a loss. people.

Dong Sheng opened the curtain and jumped out of the car. He ran over to take a look in three steps at a time, and felt a chill in his heart.

——It was impossible to save her life.

The guard covered her neck with one hand, but it was a pity that the blood rushed out like a big river bursting its banks, and Li Mingying's face was completely pale, only the breath was expelled but not entered.Dong Sheng has seen many people with neck injuries. If they are still conscious, they can probably be rescued. Not to mention being able to sit up, they must at least be able to twitch a few times, but this person is now motionless.

There was also a delicately inlaid dagger on the ground, the blade was soaked red.

The guard also seemed to have noticed that the girl's neck was gradually losing her pulse, and the hand covering her slowly loosened.

"What are you doing, don't let go...Miss! Miss Mingying!" Seeing that the guard let go, an old house slave almost threw himself on his hands and feet, crying and frantically covering his wound.

Dong Sheng couldn't bear to look, closed his eyes, and silently turned his face away.

The guard seemed to sigh, and said in a low voice, "Your lady has... passed away, my condolences."

Zhou Zirong had nothing to do early in the morning, so he devoted himself to drafting the regulations of the East China Sea Games in the study. The shadow of the plum tree outside the window was hit by the square inch of sunlight on the old wooden floor of the palace, mottled and mottled.

Then the shadow trembled rustlingly, Zhou Zirong paused the tip of his pen, and the Broken Flame Spirit Knife buzzed.Something vaguely shook the window, Zhou Zirong blinked, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw a person sitting on the window sill.

Zhou Zirong smiled, and calmly pressed his hand on the restless spirit knife, telling it to quiet down, and said to the man: "Miss Jiang is so excited to come to someone Zhou's house to open the window early in the morning? "

Jiang Huailan is still the same paper face that has not changed for thousands of years. She turned over the window of Hua Xu's only prince with a different surname, and she didn't mean to apologize at all. He lowered his eyes again, unhurriedly and lightly supported it with his hands, landed on the window sill silently, found a soft couch and sat down, but didn't speak, just stared at the pillars in front of him in a daze.

Zhou Zirong had spent some time with her, so he understood her temperament to some extent. In addition, he was in a good mood that day, so he didn't feel embarrassed. He continued to ask with a smile very patiently: "The girl has spent so much time and energy Why don't you come here and say nothing?"

Only then did Jiang Huailan turn his head around, stared at him for a while, and said indifferently: "I have nothing to say, just take a look."

Zhou Zirong was stunned for a moment, but he was also a little dazed. He put down his pen slowly, laughed dryly, and said, "Young lady, what you said... Zhou's dilapidated house can't compare to that of the Jiang clan's compound. What's so interesting about it?" .”

"It's pretty." Jiang Huailan said.

Zhou Zirong raised his head and found that she was staring at him intently, and was slightly taken aback again.

Before Zhou Zirong could speak, Jiang Huailan turned her head back and said, "The plum blossoms in the yard are beautiful."

Zhou Zirong smiled: "The plum tree hasn't bloomed yet..."

"Won't it look good without it?"

When Jiang Huailan asked this question, he had a very serious expression.

Zhou Zirong said: "It's also pretty."

Jiang Huailan asked again: "Why do you want to grow flowers that only bloom in the twelfth lunar month?"

When talking about the origin of the plum blossom, Zhou Zirong couldn't help but think of the person who also came uninvited last night, and his mood became clearer, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Zirong used to be here There is an old friend in Donghai who likes Baimei very much."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Huailan fell silent immediately. She stared quietly at the wooden pillar in front of her. After a while, she said quietly: "The old man of the prince... is it His Highness?"

"..."

He thought, this girl's words are too sharp.

Without asking him to speak, Jiang Huailan explained naturally: "Don't you remember, my lord? Lan and His Highness also knew each other when they were children.

I have seen white plum blossoms in Hai's house. "

Zhou Zirong lowered his head and smiled: "I made the girl laugh..."

Jiang Huailan said: "You were there that day."

Zhou Zirong raised his eyebrows, as if he couldn't think clearly: "Me?"

Jiang Huailan hesitated to speak, just nodded and gave a slight "hmm".

She still remembers that Dong Sheng was lying in bed that day, when she entered Zeng's mansion, there was another older young man waiting in the yard, wearing a moon-white satin robe, snow fell on his shoulders , and the white plum blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard reflect each other.

It's just that since Zhou Zirong couldn't remember these things, she didn't mention them, and she was silent for a while, before she suddenly said: "When Lan came here, she heard some movement in the palace, saying that Miss Mingying from Mrs. Li's family killed herself. "

Zhou Zirong was startled, and frowned: "Really? Why did it suddenly..."

Jiang Huailan nodded: "I have sent someone to report the funeral in the suburbs of Beijing. It is said that it has some relationship with His Highness. Right now, I am kneeling in front of the Jinluan Hall and thinking about my mistakes."

Half an hour later, the queen, who had finally cleaned up the inner palace for a while, was given a headache again by the eunuch outside the door: "Your Majesty, King Beizhao begs to see you."

The queen was leaning on the couch, closing her eyes and letting the waiter beside her rub her temples, with a feeling of drowsiness, she said in a deep voice: "If he comes to intercede with the prince, tell him that it is the prince himself. Please kneel down, tell him to go back... let him take care of his own affairs first."

After a moment of silence outside the door, the eunuch came back and said, "Your Majesty, the prince said that it is a report about the East China Sea."

"..."

The matter in the East China Sea is imminent, and it really cannot be ignored.

The empress sighed lightly, muttering "This one and two...", while raising her hand and waving away the waiter beside her, she coughed twice, propped herself up on the couch and slowly sat up: "Xuan."

The eunuch outside the door said in a drawn-out tone, "Xuanbei Zhaowang has an audience—" Then he couldn't hear footsteps, only heard a few soft rubbing sounds of clothes, and in a blink of an eye, Zhou Zirong was wearing court clothes, carrying Long Pendulum walked in quickly.

He bowed his head to the ground and said: "My minister sees Your Majesty."

"Aiqing is flat." The queen stood up from the soft couch with some difficulty, and walked slowly towards the table, "What is Aiqing's report?"

Zhou Zirong paused again without raising his head, and spoke in a muffled voice: "As for Tiankui, according to Donghai Line News, someone from Tiankui has secretly contacted our department, and I have sent a letter to Donghai to send People contact Tiankui."

"Hey," the queen said with a half smile, "is there such a good thing?"

Zhou Zirong paused again, and said: "I thought that our ministry could not determine Tiankui's position at first, but fortunately, the great victory in northern Xinjiang has greatly damaged the national power of Sha'an. I think that Tiankui will definitely be cautious."

The queen looked at him silently, and she knew in her heart that the reason why Zhou Zirong said this was to remind her of the prince's contribution, and to remind her that the prince will regain northern Xinjiang for Hua Xu.

The queen smiled heartily, she was afraid that she would blame the prince after tossing for a long time.

In fact, she also knew that Dong Sheng was not to blame for this incident, but Li Chongwen was the leader of the three dynasties after all, if the crown prince was not punished at all, it would be difficult to convince the public.

She was also hesitating at the time, but fortunately, Dong Sheng took the initiative to ask him to kneel down and think about it, which would allow her to get the best of both worlds.

"I have always been at ease when Aiqing handles affairs," the queen said solemnly, raising her eyes as if she gave him a deep look with ulterior motives, "I also understand what Aiqing is worried about... I consider myself to be a wise person, right and wrong are black and white Most of them understand that they will not do such stupid things.”

"I just hope that Aiqing understands what it means to be responsible, and what it means to be safe and self-sufficient, so that I... can do better." The queen sighed and said, "Forget it, Aiqing should also be a sensible person, go back first, and come back in two days .”

"By the way, Aiqing has cleaned up these few days. I'd better go back to the East China Sea someday. You can do it yourself, so I can rest assured."

Dongsheng knelt in front of the Golden Luan Hall for three days, and the empress did not go to court for three days, which was considered to save Dongsheng's face, otherwise all civil and military officials would come to watch the prince and punish him by kneeling.It wasn't until the sun went down on the third day that Zhou Zirong was finally able to rush to pick him up with the palace officials.

However, he is not as spoiled and spoiled as an ordinary emperor's heir. He was punished by Zeng Fenglei since he was a child, and calluses would appear on his knees, so even if he kneeled for a long time

All day long, it won't hurt your muscles or bones.

It's just that his face is ugly.

——That is Lord Li's granddaughter after all.

As soon as Zhou Zirong saw him, the tip of his nose became sore, and his thin back knelt in front of the huge golden palace, just like the young man who lost the old marshal whom he had the grace of upbringing.

Li Chongwen is Zhou Zirong's father's old friend, and also the veteran official who helped the crown prince first. Li Mingying died, and he has something to do with Dong Sheng to some extent-this feeling is not good, and Zhou Zirong understands it in his heart, and they still want to think, How to face Li Chongwen who returned to Beijing two days later.

He walked quickly all the way, slowly raised the man from the ground without saying a word, took his arm with one hand, supported his waist with the other, and asked softly, "Can you walk?"

Dong Sheng didn't speak, and was about to raise his hand habitually to push people away, but the other arm had just been raised halfway, and then put it back again, letting Zhou Zirong support him like this, and only said softly: " Let's go back."

"Where are you going back? Orient Palace or..."

"Back to you."

[The author has something to say: I'm sorry, the king dropped out yesterday, I'm very upset, I played in the ranking for a day, I'm very sorry. 】