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The spring is expected to be steep.

Ran Ziyun gently coaxed Shen Ya, and said coldly: "Xiao Ya is sick, I won't go."

The maid said: "There are so many things in the army, the prince has never seen him since the young son was born, and the girl is also pitiful to the prince."

Ran Ziyun said: "If he really wanted to see the child, he would have come back to see him a long time ago. How can there be any reason to let a child who is only a few months old go out to blow the cold wind?"

The maid said: "Girl, it took several months to take down Jiangxinzhou, the dangerous place cannot be separated from people, and the prince has nothing to do."

The maid took a step forward, hesitated for a while and said: "Girl, the prince has arrived at Jiangxin Island's other courtyard. Bei Zhaojiang will send many beautiful maids to the door. Even if you don't think about yourself, you should also think about the young master."

Ran Ziyun hugged the baby softly.Lightly brushing her hair, said in a cold voice, "I'll go with you."

She glanced outside, pointed to a middle-aged rough servant outside the door and said, "Come in."

The maid hurriedly said: "Miss, don't worry, the nanny and I will protect the young master."

Ran Ziyun sneered: "Have you ever given birth to a child?"

The maid was dumbfounded.

Ran Ziyun raised his jaw and asked the servant woman, "What about you?"

The maid had never been summoned by the master, she was nervous for a moment, twisted her skirt with her fingers, muttered for a while, but dared not answer.

Ran Ziyun shouted: "I'm asking you something!"

The servant girl trembled, but she didn't dare to speak again.

Qi Mao hurriedly threw away the broom in his hand, pulled the servant woman to kneel down, kowtowed and said: "My lady, Zhuo Jing is not good at talking. I have a son and a daughter with Zhuo Jing."

That servant woman was disguised by her heart, although her appearance changed, her voice could not be faked, so she dared not speak out.

In a few flashes, she already understood Ran Ziyun's intentions, she just twisted her clothes and said nothing.

"Follow me to Jiangxin Island." Ran Ziyun stared at their "husband and wife" for a while, then said coldly to the maid: "Find them some decent clothes, and let them and the nanny take care of the young master while I'm away."

The maid let out a sigh of relief, blessed her and withdrew.

Xinzi held Ran Ziyun's hand tightly, and said with tears in her eyes, "Sister."

Ran Ziyun brushed his hair, and laughed at himself: "You saw it too, he treats me pretty well."

Xinzi wept silently.

Ran Ziyun said: "I don't worry about his people, Xiaoya will be taken by you, I don't worry."

With a sob in his heart, he said, "Yeah."

Ran Ziyun said: "I'll be back soon."

Xinzi said hoarsely: "Okay."

Qi Mao comforted at the side: "We have been in Keyue City for a long time, so we are not in a hurry."

Xinzi wiped away tears and said, "Hey, look at me."

The sound of footsteps approached, approaching the corridor.

Ran Ziyun said impatiently, "Why are you crying?"

While taking off the jade pendant around his waist, he tossed it to Xin Zi: "Take care of the young master, if there is something wrong with my son, you are the only one to ask."

Xinzi reached out to take it, bent down on the ground, the maid had already come over, handed the clothes to Qi Mao, and said disgustedly: "Why don't you take your lady to change clothes?"

Xinzi accepted Shen Ya in trepidation. She used to bring many baby girls who were sold into brothels in the Wenqu Tower. She was skilled in holding babies. The maid observed carefully for a while, and then she stayed in Shen Ya's room. up.

Ran Ziyun boarded the boat with Shen Chen's people, the boatman was a stranger, and there was no one she had ever seen besides the guard and maid beside her.Ran Ziyun held up the hem of her skirt, and suddenly paused for a while.

The maid called out, "Girl?"

Ran Ziyun stared at her for a long while before boarding the boat with her skirt in hand.

All the way to Jiangxinzhou, the river is calm.

But Ran Ziyun knew that the calmness was just an illusion, the undercurrent was swirling at the bottom of the river, and the boat sailing in the river was like walking on flat ground, and the boatman was also an expert.

It only took a few hours for the river boat to dock, Ran Ziyun got off the boat with the maid, and walked slowly to the other pavilion in the oasis.

The instinct of facing danger for many years has gradually made her body tense, and every step is like walking on the edge of a knife.

The maid also came here, and seeing her as if she was facing a formidable enemy, she asked doubtfully, "Miss?"

Ran Ziyun stopped at the door of the other building, and said coldly: "Are you finished?"

The maid fell to her knees and pleaded guilty.

Ran Ziyun sighed lightly, rubbed his forehead and said, "How many times did Xiaoya feed you today?"

The maid was startled, unsure: "Three times? Or four times?"

Ran Ziyun shook his head, and laughed at himself: "My mother's memory..."

She turned to the boatman who was stopping the boat, raised her jaw, and said domineeringly, "Send her back."

She stared at the maid coldly and said: "Go back and tell the maid, don't worry about the number of people during the day, at least watch her and feed her at least five times at night, if the nanny is lazy, kill her and replace her."

The boatman showed embarrassment, but no one moved.

Ran Ziyun sternly said: "Do you know who this seat is His Royal Highness King An?!"

She refused to go in for a long time, Shen Chen had no choice but to go out to meet her, stood at the door of the annex, and said softly: "Ayun."

Ran Ziyun looked at him in a blink of an eye.

The face and figure are undoubtedly that of Wang An and Chen Chen.

It's just that there is a little weakness between his brows, and Ran Ziyun can distinguish another possibility from his expression and temperament.

Ran Ziyun brushed her hair and said coldly: "Your people won't even listen to my words?"

Shen Chen said softly, "Calm down."

Just as Ran Ziyun was about to speak, the maid hissed next to her, pinned her throat, twitched all over, and opened her eyes wide in horror.

Ran Ziyun's body shook violently.

She quickly recalled, the carriage, the ferry, the scene changed like a lantern, and finally the cup of hot tea on the boat was fixed.

She didn't drink.

Shen Chen stepped forward, gently held her hand, and said softly: "Ayun, do you not like her?"

Ran Ziyun suppressed the trembling in his hands, held Shen Chen back, and said softly: "Since you know, why do you insist on her staying with me?"

Shen Chen smiled lightly, just as he was about to speak, Ran Ziyun squeezed his wrist tightly, and his other hand struck like lightning, nails piercing his throat.

This move exhausted all her life skills.

It's just that she was weak after giving birth, and her skills were far from usual, and she didn't expect Shen Chen—or Shen Yu, who had expected it a long time ago. In a lightning strike, what she caught was the gold silk bracelet on Shen Yu's wrist.

Shen Yu's wrist slipped from her fingertips without a sound, clasped her hands instead, and kicked her to the ground.

The woman's skirt flew up and fell heavily into the mud in the middle of the island.

Shen Yu stepped forward slowly, stepped her under her feet, and said in a soft voice: "I wanted to make my sister's death look better, but who would have thought that this peony flower of my sister would be so stinging."

Ran Ziyun struggled to look away from her familiar face.

She is not reconciled, she has concerns.

Shen Ya, Xinzi, Shen Menghan.

She whispered: "Shen Yu, are you afraid?"

If he was not afraid, why would he only dare to live on this isolated island in the middle of the river, not daring to see the sun, moon and sky.

Ran Ziyun clasped his fingers on the cold mud in late spring on the ground, half mud, half Qingjiang, struggling and said: "I'll help you."

Shen Yu ground her toes lightly, and pressed the cold blade against Ran Ziyun's neck: "It's a pity, if there is no one behind you, I would really like to give it a try."

He said softly: "My mother told me that I can treat everyone lightly, but I can't tolerate any mistakes with Lin Ran's son."

The river water hit the bank, and Ran Ziyun's face was washed away by the river water, revealing the bright complexion underneath.

Even the knife in Shen Yu's hand hesitated for a while.

Ran Ziyun let out a long breath, and his eyes were instantly gentle.

The dream of the soul is swaying, returning to the hometown far away.

The sound of the piano is melodious and the words are full of joy.

Lin Ran's long hair is tactful, and her appearance is peerless.

Danqing pen and ink, Hanlin book history.

Calligraphy is more elegant than characters.

She writes what is not dared to be written in the annals of history, and sings what is not dared to be sung in the palace.

If no one dares to write about injustice, and no one can criticize filth, then what is the use of self-cultivation in this world?

Nobility should be passed on, and merits and demerits should also be left for future generations to comment on.

Ran Ziyun said: "Sister Ran, they say this is a capital offense."

Are you not afraid of death?

"Death is not necessarily a bad thing." Lin Ran said calmly as he swayed his pen, "If I live, Ah Han can only stay with me in the brothel for the rest of my life. If I die, he still has a chance."

She turned to look at Ran Ziyun, and said with a bright smile: "I'm dead, and you take Ahan back to the Qulou, I don't believe it, the dignified emperor, can bear that his son is older than Goulan Wasi, and when he is old, he will sell himself as an artist in the village Mr. Nomura."

She caressed Ran Ziyun and said: "As a human being, how can I not argue with this?"

The young Ran Ziyun frowned at her and asked, "Is there any use in competing?"

She fled again and again, and was caught again and again, and the last time she was beaten to death by the madam, she met Lin Ran.

"It's useless to fight. Why are you running again and again?" Lin Ran smiled, leaned over to her, stared at her with her beautiful eyes and said, "The one who seeks the one above gets the one, and the one who asks the one below gets it." None."

Lin Ranman said: "If you don't fight, there will be no chance of survival."

"But..." Ran Ziyun said softly, "Sister, Your Majesty treats you..."

Lin Ran shook her head: "Is it good for me?"

"You don't understand, if he really treats me well, why won't he admit Ah Han back?

I am still young now, and the emperor remembers me. In a few years, when I am old and my color fades, how long will he remember our mother and child?

The case of the Lin family is a mountain weighing on me now, and it will also be a mountain weighing on Ahan in the future.

If he lives among the people, sooner or later such a life experience will be taken advantage of by those who want to, whether it is in the world or in the court, he must have a place to live. "

"Stay in Goulan, relying on others, how many days can it be good?"

"Since the Lin family was convicted with a knife and pen, I will turn this crime into a thousand-year achievement." She supported her chin and smiled softly: "I am not only for Ah Han, but also for myself."

She said softly: "I want a beautiful speech, and after thousands of years, I will be famous in the world; I only have this world, and this world must be different from other places."

"The love I want is because Shen Zhuo has respected me all his life." She smiled lightly: "Hate and fear are both longer than the emperor's love."

The person she loves is the innocent young man who quietly brought paper and pen to her in the cold courtyard, not the emperor in the deep palace who is afraid of swords and straight books like the first emperor.

"Empires will eventually perish, but history will last forever. Thousands of years later, there will be many people who can restore my Lin's innocence."

"The reason why he is afraid." She sighed softly: "It is because he has ambition, but his ability is not enough to support this ambition."

She rolled her eyes, as if she didn't care whether Ran Ziyun understood or not.

She refuses to accept her fate.

No matter how pressured by the emperor, she refused to let go of her history books.

Cracks are born in different Taoisms.

She fought for Ahan's family background, but was finally rejected by Shen Zhuo.

She is not willing to go back to the golden cage that the emperor built for her, nor is she willing to commit herself to the peasants in the countryside.

Shen Zhuo's wrist is so strong that no one dares to take her in because she is afraid of crime. She is an official prostitute, and she can't escape from her household certificate, so she is hunted down urgently.

She vomited all her efforts, and died of poverty and illness in the dark rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River.

But she couldn't earn her fate, she never thought that there would be someone more cruel than her in this world.

The annals of her books were burned; the poems she recited were banned.

With the interpretation of the legendary song, she alone left behind the beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, the reputation of being a disaster and a charmer, and her talent was hidden behind her appearance.

She also didn't expect that because of her struggle, Ahan's fate was more difficult than she expected.

Maybe she had expected it.

It is unpredictable to seek the top, to get the middle and the bottom, but since you are born as a human in this life, how can you not fight for the top?

Thousands of miles are sad in autumn, and the distant night is silent.

A flickering candle.

History books are like blades.

She has a gully in her heart, and she is not trapped in gains and losses.

How bleak and unrestrained this life is.

Ran Ziyun also knew that she had not repented.

She has little strength, but she once raised her arms and shouted in the long silent night; she searched up and down, and the path she traveled was not wrong.

She really existed.

She has something to trust, and she is not afraid of death.

That person's child will go farther and more steadily than her.

Entrusted to him, Shen Ya will definitely grow into a better and brighter person than her.

Blood gushed out of her mouth, she couldn't shake the giant tree, but there was an unconscious smile on the corner of her mouth.

She struggled with the sky all her life, got what she wanted, tried her best, and died without regret.

People in this world go on and on, there will always be someone who seeks the best and can get the best. A crooked tree that cannot see the light of the sky will surely be destroyed and sink into the dust and mud.

The mighty river flowing eastward into the sea will send her back to her distant hometown.