Shi Yun Ⅱ Sings Crickets Last Night

It was raining heavily, and it seemed that there was still some turbulent flow of spiritual power, but it hadn't reached the level of a thunderstorm in the spirit sky.

Xuan Zifeng fell into an extremely weak state due to the deprivation of his natal spirit. If he had to make do with the imperial palace restriction at this time, he would be throwing himself into a trap.

There was nothing to do, so Xuan Zifeng had no choice but to stay in the palace temporarily, looking for an inconspicuous place to shelter from the rain.

Finally, a small remote pavilion came into Xuan Zifeng's eyes.

The sluggish spiritual power finally moved, and the shape change technique was activated, turning Xuan Zifeng into a black chess piece on the stone table chessboard, lying quietly in the chess box.

The chess box was small and full of cold Yong Zi, surrounded by these lifeless things, Xuan Zifeng felt safe instead.

At this moment, he can quietly shrink into a small piece of chess, no one can find him, no one can hurt him.

Xuan Zifeng felt his heartbeat gradually calm down, and his discomfort gradually eased.After the transformation, Wen Di was still injecting spiritual energy and conditioning his body.That spiritual power seemed very familiar, with a bit of aura of divine wood, which made people nostalgic.

——Master Nanze is decisive, maybe he can send that colleague from the Shenmu School down in a few days.

Thinking about it this way, it was a very good thing.

——"Colleagues" probably think that they can have a companion on the way to Huangquan, but it is a pity that I am a living person and will not accompany me.

Thinking about it again, Xuan Zifeng felt that this matter was even better.

He, Xuan Zifeng, has no other strengths, except that he is particularly good at comforting himself with all kinds of fallacies, and has a vivid and optimistic outlook.

It didn't take long for his mind to stabilize for the most part.

The quiet moment didn't last, however.Soon, Xuan Zifeng heard footsteps caught in the rain.

The footsteps were getting closer, and the voice of conversation came.

"The rain is too fast, so don't move rashly at this time, let's take shelter here first." The woman's voice was very small and soft, if it wasn't for Xuan Zifeng's excellent hearing, the sound of the rain might have been drowned out.

"Hmm." It was a man's voice, which sounded very familiar.

——Gong Feixu?

Naturally, Xuan Zifeng could tell that it was Gong Feixu's voice, and the other woman could almost be the noble concubine——Chen Yingyi.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of the umbrella servant setting up the gazebo.

Chen Yingyi's voice was still low, and she tentatively asked, "Ning'er...can you play chess?"

"In Shenmu... I have learned it, and I know a little bit." Gong Feixu took back the three words "Shenmu School" that was about to blurt out in time.

"It's okay, there is only my confidant here, and there will be no one else in the rain. Draw a soundproof formation, let's... tell the truth."

Then, the chess box was opened.

The finger is like peeling the root of an onion, poking into Yongzi who is as black as a crow.

Xuan Zifeng carefully activated his spiritual power, and moved slightly to the side without any trace, avoiding Chen Yingyi's hand.

——I know that you don't mean that, the imperial concubine, but if you really want to play chess with me, I don't think it's very good.

Due to the fact that his consciousness was slightly injured by the soul-breaking blunderbuss, Xuan Zifeng was afraid of being discovered, so he didn't dare to move too much.

The chess game started, and the two sides fell silent.Only the sound of chess pieces falling on the stone table was drowned in the sound of rain outside the pavilion.

Chen Yingyi seemed to be tangled and hesitating about something, her face was noble and cold without flaws, but the fingers poking into the chess box were circling and wandering, revealing her restless heart.

After a while, Gong Feixu also noticed this in the chess game, "Is there anything you want to say to my son?"

The slender hand froze slightly in the chess box, and suddenly changed direction, tightly grasping Xuan Zifeng who had no time to escape.The strength of the fingertips almost crushed Yongzi, and it was not as weak as it seemed.

——Niangniang, Niangniang, keep your chess pieces!

It was only then that Xuan Zifeng realized that the family of the Great General Zhenbei had a rough style of painting, how could it be possible that Dudu's daughter mutated into a delicate and fragile little vase?

A woman who can arm Gong Feixu's disguise into a cocoon in her hand, how can her own disguise not be able to deceive others?

Fortunately, Chen Yingyi quickly placed the "spots" in her hand on the vertical and horizontal chessboard.

Just before the chess piece left his hand, Xuan Zifeng activated his spiritual energy habitually.

—Hand shaking, hand shaking, occupational disease.

Realizing that Chen Yingyi's spiritual power was also in a sealed state, a certain undercover chick instinctively mobilized the five-level skill "Su".

However, the situation of this psionic activation is really strange.The Shenmu document resonates when the sensibility is activated, it seems that the spiritual power is integrated into the sensibility, so that the effect of the spiritual energy seems to have a slight change.

In an instant, the world was spinning.

"Ding"!

The sound of gold and jade came into my ears.

When Xuan Zifeng came back to his senses, the noisy rain could no longer be heard.

Taking a closer look, the misty rain outside the pavilion is soaking in the clothes, and the tip of the nose is the fragrance of spring breeze and flowers.

--what happened?

Just when he was astonished, Xuan Zifeng found that he had escaped from the phantom of the chess piece, and was already standing in the pavilion, still a translucent phantom.

"Your Highness Ye!"

The girl's sweet and clear voice came from far and near, together with the pleasant sound of ringing bells colliding, piercing Xuan Zifeng's translucent body.

——Is this thirteen or fourteen-year-old Chen Yingyi?

"Ying Er!"

The girl in men's attire smiled and hugged Chen Yingyi who was flying towards her, but in the end, she was hugged by Chen Yingyi's waist and turned around several times before she put it down.

——This should be Nanzeye, the mother of Nanze Enxi's family, and she didn't run away.

Chen Yingyi looked like a sweet and soft little Jiaojiao, but she hugged Nan Zeye, a big living person, in circles without any effort. She was so excited that she threw off the emerald jewels on her head and the jade bell pendant on her body.

"It's really precious pearls and chains that can't tie you down." Nan Zeye shook his head helplessly.

The other girl who was writing was smiling, and called the maid to help pick up the scattered ornaments on the ground, and wrote two lines of words on her hand.

[In the afternoon of spring day, the rain is faint.Gold belt pillow, phoenix curtain. 】

The third person is naturally Nangong Qing who later married into the ancient country of Yalan in the Western Regions.

Xuan Zifeng immediately understood that this was indeed what he had experienced through "retrospecting" to see Chen Yingyi.It's just that "returning" is usually the personal perspective of the target of the spell, instead of presenting a complete illusion like it is now.

However, this illusion cannot be regarded as completely "complete".

It can be seen that the things that Chen Yingyi particularly cares about and likes should be clearer, such as the appearance of the two princesses and herself.On the contrary, in Chen Yingyi's eyes, the more insignificant things become more blurred, such as the pearl hairpin she discarded and the appearance of the servant.

The illusion cannot be completely controlled by Xuan Zifeng.

Soon the girls' laughter changed and accelerated, and the movements of the characters also became several times faster, gradually making it hard to hear or see them clearly.

Suddenly, the vegetation and gardens around the gazebo changed, and the branches were covered with fresh white snow.

Chen Yingyi, who only had a layer of unlined clothing on her body, rubbed her hands that were red from the cold, and breathed into her palms constantly.She ran forward tremblingly, the half-melt snow on the steps of the gazebo made her slip and lost her center of gravity.

"what!"

"Be careful."

The person who supported her was the future emperor, but at this time he was still the first emperor's second son, the sixth prince Nan Gongzhao.

"It's cold, how can the girl's clothes be so thin, don't get sick from the cold."

Nan Gongzhao took off his wide-sleeved cloak to cover his petite body, and gently tied Lingqiu Huowei's fluffy and warm fur collar around Chen Yingyi's neck.

"I'm afraid that the girl will catch a cold. I'm so offended. Please forgive me."

Zhenbei General Chen's family raises very rough children, and they have been trained as soldiers since childhood, no matter male or female.Chen Yingyi, who was just in her prime and just beginning to fall in love, was also a young girl, but she had never been so warmly greeted and held in the palm of her hand to protect her.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the snow was bone-chillingly cold, but what she didn't know was that the embrace she fell into was colder than that.

The illusion transformed and accelerated again.

Xuan Zifeng could tell that Nan Gongzhao, the old emperor, was really a chicken thief among chicken thieves.

Encountered by chance, carefully designed several times can leave an impression.Chunxin is won by ambiguous hints and hot and cold attitudes.Friend, make some small quarrels and a little provocation can separate you.

Finding Chen Yingyi's wild nature, Nan Gongzhao declared that he liked demure women who were good at reading, and bribed Chen Yingyi's court ladies early on to fool her and show her books whose contents had been controlled by Nan Gongzhao.

Soon, Chen Yingyi changed into a different person.

Swordsmanship, don't practice it, or use it; military art, don't read it, forget it.The pearl hairpin and long earrings on her head will hit her when she wants to run and jump, admonishing her for her indecency.The "gifted scholar and beautiful woman" who read it told her over and over again that the greatest happiness is to be in a loving person.

It's not easy to tie up the wolfhounds raised by the general's family, but it couldn't be easier to tie up a girl who is full of chastity and ethics, has no relatives and friends, and is full of fantasies about love.

"Ying Er, Brother Zhao may be a good emperor, but he is definitely not a good person. Believe me, he will not be your good match..."

Chen Yingyi interrupted Nan Zeye, "Your Highness Ye, I thought you were apologizing for what happened last time, but I didn't expect you to be so vicious and slander your own brother. It seems that I, Chen Yingyi, have handed over handkerchiefs for so many years. Wrong person."

Even Nangong Qing came to persuade her before leaving with her relatives.

"Ying'er, I think you've changed a lot, and I almost don't know you anymore. I'm about to leave for the Western Regions, how can you make me feel at ease? Is it really worth it for you to do this for others?"

"It's worth it, why isn't it worth it?" Chen Yingyi lowered her head shyly, "You can rest assured, I, I am already his, and this life is his, what else can't you do for him? Hey, you can Don't tell anyone..."

worth?How could it possibly be worth it?

When she married into the palace on the same day as the daughter of another high-ranking official, she was just a side concubine while she was the crown princess.When the crown prince became the emperor, the Chen family had to be restrained and suppressed by Nan Gongzhao because of her.

Reality no longer allowed Chen Yingyi to speak half of the truth from her mouth, and her face was not allowed to reveal half of her true temperament.Her clothes were wet with tears, she cried blood a thousand times during sleepless nights, and she couldn't express the regret she was full of.

The illusion suddenly slowed down again.

That day, Concubine Chen Gui's head was heavy, she couldn't exert any strength on her body, and she was groggy all over.In the summer palace, the talking son of the former empress was hijacked by an assassin and his throat was cut on the spot.

But Concubine Chen Guifei's spirit allowed her to see clearly that the assassin's knife did not touch the child's neck at all, and the fragile throat was cut from the inside out.

The former empress was the prime minister's daughter, and no one had the ability to do anything to her who had just won the favor and had a great family.

Except for the emperor.

The child who could already be called "Father Emperor" was killed by Nan Gongzhao himself.

Before the blood spurted out, there was a weak fluctuation of spiritual power from the secret formation in Nangong Zhao's hand.The concubines, servants, and guards present were completely unaware, only Concubine Chen Guifei, who had secretly retrieved the spirit master's cultivation, was aware of it.

The fear surpassed the threshold that Chen Yingyi could bear, causing her to faint on the ground.She seemed to be able to see the future of herself and the fetus in her womb.

Concubine Chen Gui later found out.At that time, the prime minister seemed to have moved the heart of "holding the emperor to order the world", and wanted to surpass Nangong Zhao and help his grandson to take the throne.And the child's death was Nangong Zhao's answer to the prime minister.

Xuan Zifeng, who was busy eating melons and watching operas, felt a "thump" in his heart, and suddenly felt creepy.

——Drinking Blade Throat? !

Nangong Zhao killed his son with the secret assassination Gu "Drinking Blade Throat" of Lingfengtang.It was this thing that almost killed Yue Ran before.

——As early as nearly 20 years ago, the royal family had a deal with Lefengtang?

Xuan Zifeng tried to control the unsteady flow of illusion, slowing down the relevant scenes as much as possible, trying to find more traces of the Lingfeng Hall.

However, at this moment, the sensation was cut off.

Xuan Zifeng suddenly came back to his senses.

Apart from the sorrows and joys of the past years and the dirty and secret plots, he is still a pawn on the chessboard.

The chess game between Chen Guifei and Gong Feixu has long since ended.

The rain outside the gazebo was obviously blocked by the formation, and none of it floated in, but there were many traces of "raindrops" on the stone table and chessboard.

At some point, Gong Feixu was already standing in front of Concubine Chen very close, he lowered his head, allowing Concubine Chen to hold his hand and wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"My Feixu has grown so big, it has grown so big..." Concubine Chen Guifei couldn't wipe away the tears gushing from Gong Feixu's eyes, and she couldn't cry.

Gong Feixu choked up and said: "...Mom, I will definitely take you out, far away from the imperial city."

"No, that's all I'll do in my life." Concubine Chen shook her head, "But Feixu, you are different. You still have choices, and you can freely travel around the world. I only hope you are safe and free comfortable."

Although the strangeness and estrangement cannot be dissipated overnight, but the truth poured out is enough for the mother and son to make up for this late hug after 18 years.

A black chess piece lay quietly in the chess box, and did not disturb this real long-lost reunion.

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It's cold today, Songyun's birthday, double watch, and there's another chapter in the afternoon.