Floating Life Half Awake GL

Before Qing Ning finished speaking, she felt a shadow flash in front of her eyes, and when she looked again, Leng Zongmu had long since disappeared.

And Ning Ruan, who was lying on the bed, was stroking his abdomen with one hand, a crystal teardrop was rolling down from the corner of his reddened eye, and there was a subtle change in his slightly dull eyes.

But when Leng Zongmu hurried back to the main courtyard, he saw that the door of his and Xia Lan's room was closed tightly, and Man'er stared blankly at the door with red eyes, not even knowing that he was coming.

Leng Zongmu's heart sank again involuntarily, without saying a word, he raised his hand and wanted to push open the door in front of him, but was stopped by Man'er who had recovered.

"My lord, please forgive me, the princess has something to say, no one is allowed to enter"

Hearing this, Leng Zongmu unconsciously clenched his outstretched hand into a fist. After a while, Fang Lue asked with difficulty, "Nan'er, she...".

With this question, those already watery eyes couldn't hold back, something overflowed.

Immediately realizing her gaffe, Man'er hurriedly lowered her head and replied respectfully, "Master Huainanzi said, he has tried his best", but finally couldn't restrain the surging sadness in his heart, and his voice was already crying, "Princess I'm cleaning and changing Miss Nan'er inside."

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the only sound in the world is the low howling of the cold wind. The corridor is already white. It was Leng Zongmu who came here against the wind and snow. The snow on his head and shoulders has not yet When it melts, new ones are added, just piled up layer by layer, as if to freeze and bury today in memory forever, and never forget it in this life.

Leng Zongmu raised his eyes and looked at the still motionless door, his eyebrows frowned, then he turned around suddenly and left with great strides.

It was cold and windy outside, icy and snowy, but inside the room was red with charcoal fire, warm and harmonious.

However, no matter how strong the charcoal fire is, it will never be able to dye the pale face on the bed red, and no matter how warm it is, it will never be able to warm the little body that is gradually getting colder.

But Xia Lan seemed to be ignorant of this, with a clear and shallow smile on the corner of her mouth, and gently and carefully wiped the blood stains from the corner of Cen Nan's mouth with a handkerchief soaked in water.

"Nan'er went to the street this time, but went to buy candied haws again?", with a gentle smile, with the usual pampering, but illusory paleness, "Didn't you say that eating too much is bad for your teeth? ".

"The same goes for Qing Ning. It's so cold, and I don't know how to put more clothes on Nan'er. I will punish her later, so that she will have a long memory."

After wiping Cen Nan's face and neck clean, he began to wipe his hands instead.

"But Nan'er must intercede for her again, saying that it's not her fault, it's your own insistence, just like last time..."

That is to say, Cen Nan asked Qing Ning and Mo Er to go to the street to secretly spread rumors about Ning Ruan. Afterwards, Xia Lan was expected to be suspicious, so he actually taught Qing Ning and Mo Er the countermeasures in advance, so that the two passed Xia Lan smoothly. That level.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it was Cen Nan who accidentally slipped his mouth. Worried that Xia Lan would punish Qing Ning and Mo Er, he hurriedly took the responsibility.

After thinking about it for a while, Xia Lan actually accepted Cen Nan's request. She never punished the two of them, but only punished Cen Nan. In addition to asking him to guarantee that he would not be an exception, he was also punished for copying "Shi Lun" fifty times. .

The cold wind knocked open the half-closed window sash, whizzing in with flying snow, and collided with the warmth of the room. The original flakes of snow scattered into fine and dense white particles in an instant, floating in the air.

Xia Lan hastily stretched out her hands and tucked the corners of the quilt that was already tightly pressed, looking at Cen Nan with her eyes still closed tightly, the mist piled up in front of her eyes, she turned her head slowly, and through the half-opened window, Looking at the white world outside, the corners of her lips parted slightly.

"It's snowing so hard, Nan'er, sister Lan will accompany you to have a snowball fight and make a snowman, okay?"

"...", only the creaking sound of the cold wind blowing the window sash.

"Nan'er is still sleepy, isn't it? Then you sleep for a while, and sister Lan will wake you up later."

The slender and slightly cool fingertips gently caressed that tender little face, "Sister Lan made your favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and mung bean cake, and added pinellia. Nan'er gets up later and enjoys it." Taste it and see how it tastes."

Pat, clack... Warm crystals fell, and quickly blurred on the pure white front.

And Leng Zongmu quickly turned back to the side courtyard, watching the doctor check the tea and pastries again.

In the end, it was found that neither the tea nor the cakes were poisonous. The doctor broke out in a cold sweat in panic, and trembled while holding the water in the teacup.

Especially when he heard Leng Zongmu's low voice "How?", half of the cup of tea was spilled and his hands were covered.

"Reporting to my lord, the tea and cakes alone are not poisonous, but, but when the villain mixed the two together just now, it was indeed poisonous, so please let the villain check it again."

As a result, as the doctor said, the two things, neither of which is poisonous, turned the silver needle black after being mixed together.

"It seems that the contents of the two things are just incompatible, and the interaction with each other becomes the poison"

The doctor then asked what the pastry was made of, and then asked what kind of tea Ning Ruan was drinking, because the color and smell of the tea did not resemble what he usually drank.

"I don't even know who I am"

Leng Zongmu then fixed his eyes on Luzhu, "It is said that it has the effect of calming the nerves and nourishing the body, so the slave servant fried it and gave it to the young lady to drink. I really don't know, I don't know, the servant deserves to die, please forgive me!" .

"Who said it has the effect of calming the nerves and nourishing the body?"

"Yes Yes"

"Say!"

Lvzhu was startled and shivered violently, "Man'er said that a few days ago, she was ordered by the princess to bring some things to make up for the young lady."

"Bold!"

"Slaves, slaves dare not lie"

"It was just an accident, it's just that Ruan'er was too careless, not only hurt her own child, but also hurt Nan'er..." Ning Ruan couldn't hold back her tears as she said that.

"Why are there so many accidents and coincidences in this world?"

Leng Zongmu glanced at her indifferently, and then ordered someone to follow Lu Zhu to bring over the leftover residue from the frying, and then ordered someone to follow Ning Ruan's other maidservant to take away the unused packets of medicine. bring here.

After a while, the group of people came back. Leng Zongmu asked someone to open the medicine bag that had not been decocted before, and then handed it to Lu Zhu and another maidservant. After the two confirmed that it was the medicine, he handed it over to the doctor for inspection. .

After a while, the doctor finally put down the paper bag in his hand, lifted the hem of his robe, knelt down and cupped his hands and replied, "Reporting to the lord, this prescription has an excellent effect of calming the nerves and nourishing the body, but it is non-toxic, and it will not be mixed with the ingredients in the pastry. Containing things restrain each other to form poisons".

"you sure"

"The villain dares to guarantee with his life"

Leng Zongmu glanced coldly at the green bamboo that was showing a slight panic, and then lingered for a moment on the pale cheek full of sadness on the bed.

"Very well, look at the residue again"

As a result, only the residue of the decocted medicine that day contained nuxychonzi, but nuxychonna is also non-toxic, but if it is eaten together with pinellia, it becomes poisonous, and the cake happens to contain pinellia.

On the seventh day of December in the seventh year of Taiping, King Leng Zongmu of Pingnan sent a letter of divorce to his concubine, Miss Ning Ruan of the Ning Mansion, and drove her out of the palace.

The letter of divorce stated that Ning's disciplining of the servant girl was ineffective, causing her to harbor evil intentions, poison the righteous daughter of the palace, and harm the heirs of the Leng family. It is really unbearable to stay in the palace.

Lu Zhu, Ning's close servant, committed a crime against her superiors, with a vicious heart, and poisoned two young lives.

On the eighth day of December in the seventh year of Taiping, the whole palace of Pingnan Palace was covered with white onyx inside and outside, but the strange thing is that there was neither mourning hall nor coffin.

The common people all said that it was because the adoptive daughter of Prince Pingnan's mansion was gone, and she was poisoned and killed by King Pingnan's concubine, Ning Ruan, the lady of Ning Mansion who had just passed the mansion.

Because King Pingnan and his concubine love this adopted daughter so much, even more than the flesh and blood of the royal family in her womb, Ning is worried that her child will be wronged in the future, so she kills her.

Perhaps the heavens have eyes, but they can't see that this woman has such a vicious heart that she actually let the child in her womb be killed by her own hands. It can be said that evil comes with evil.

three days later

Xia Lan buried Cen Nan on Biqiu Mountain in the east of Pingnan, where there are continuous mountains and shrouded in clouds and mists. Whenever the sun rises, the sun is shining like a fairyland.

Xia Lan thought, Nan'er would like this place...

I went up the mountain in the morning and didn't go down until dusk.

夜

When Leng Zongmu stepped into the main courtyard with a tray, only Cen Nan's room was lit, just like the previous nights.

Before he reached the door, Man'er, who was waiting outside, bowed his head to salute him, and called out in a low voice, "Your Majesty".

Leng Zongmu only nodded his head slightly, looked at the closed door, and was about to stretch out his hand to push it open, but Man'er blocked the door again.

"My lord, my concubine has no appetite, and she is very tired. She has already rested now. My lord, why don't you come back tomorrow morning?"

Leng Zongmu didn't say anything this time, he took a step to the left, pushed open the door and went in.

Although he came in forcefully, standing at the door of the outer room and looking at the inner room separated by only a screen, Leng Zongmu shrank a little.

Leng Zongmu knew that Xia Lan didn't want to see him, he didn't want to talk to him, and he didn't even want to look at him again.It has been like this since that day.

Leng Zongmu knew that Xia Lan was blaming him, blaming him, and,,, blaming herself, blaming herself...

In just a few days, Xia Lan lost several rounds of weight, and became haggard a lot, always looking like she was out of her wits.

It's no wonder that since Cen Nan's accident, Xia Lan hardly ate anything, didn't sleep much at night, and suffered from cold and cold, and refused to see a doctor to take medicine. Today, she spent another day in the mountains The cold wind, even the iron body can't help her toss like this.

Leng Zongmu tried his best to lighten his steps, walked around the screen, raised his eyes, and saw the person who was sitting on the couch facing the window, still dressed in white clothes, but looking from behind, he was extraordinarily cold , loneliness and,,, fragility.

The night wind came in through the half-closed window, flickered the candle, flickering brightly and dimly, reflecting on that delicate but haggard face, the three thousand black hairs that were always carefully groomed and neat, now a few strands came out , hanging down from the forehead, gently swinging with the night wind from time to time, desolate and lonely.

There was only a pot of charcoal fire in front of the couch, although it was burning red, it still couldn't dispel the chill in the empty room.

Leng Zongmu put down the things in his hands, took off the plain white cloak, and then gently put it on the thin, emaciated shoulders.

At the same time, he finally saw clearly what Xia Lan had been staring at all this time. He saw a piece of rice paper with words written on it on the short table. The font was barely correct, but the strokes were of different thicknesses. , to write

"May you have gone through a thousand sails, and your smile is still the same as yesterday"

However, there are only twelve characters, but more than half of them are slightly smeared with ink.

"For Nan'er, Lan'er needs to take good care of her body"

The person on the couch finally had a little reaction, and when he heard the sound of "Nan'er", his body trembled uncontrollably.

Xia Lan kept her head down, her thin and long eyelashes covered her talking eyes, and Leng Zongmu couldn't see her eyes clearly.

There was another half-sound of silence, looking at the steaming black soup that came in at the beginning, and now there was no trace of white mist rising, Leng Zongmu finally opened his mouth again, his voice was lower than before It was a bit dull.

"I'm sorry Lan'er"

There was another long silence, so long that Leng Zongmu felt that he should not be here anymore, and finally, a low, slightly hoarse voice, "Why?" came out.

But he was speechless, this time, he became silent.

Finally, Xia Lan slowly turned her head to look at him, but her eyes were no longer as bright and soft as before, but more like the dark night outside.

"We agreed, we will never get involved", before the words were spoken, tears flowed first.

It wasn't resentment, nor was it a questioning tone, but the faint alienation in it made Leng Zongmu feel even more heartbroken.

She wanted to go forward to wipe away the tears on her pale cheeks, but her feet seemed to take root in place suddenly, and she couldn't move.

"blame me"

Patta, a tear fell, and finally it was fixed on the word "laughter", and then slowly blurred.

"If I hadn't been so greedy, I would have let Grand Master him,,, Nan'er, wouldn't, wouldn't..."