Aunt Lin of the Red Chamber is here

Taking out the box made of agarwood from the gap exposed by the masonry, Lin Qing took a deep breath, with a trace of hesitation in her eyes, and opened the box lid carved with dragons and phoenixes.

I saw a stack of thin letter papers neatly placed inside, and was pressed down by a gold inlaid jade pendant carved with embossed patterns of pixiu.She didn't look at the letter paper, but held the Pixiu jade pendant in the palm of her hand and stroked it very lightly. The seemingly warm texture was piercingly cold in her palm.

In order to consolidate the imperial power, the emperors of all dynasties would have their own manpower in the dark, such as the blood droplet of the previous dynasty, or a wind guard in the hands of the former emperor with a legend of brave.

"Who broke the string, the flowers fell on the shoulders, looking around the sky", Lin Qing delicately depicted the ferocious beast pattern on it, and raised the corners of his mouth: "No one will listen to the broken string, Father, it turns out that you are so early Did you expect today?" Smiling and laughing, but tears fell from his eyes, and the corners of his brows and eyes were full of bitterness.

Her thoughts went back, gradually drifting away, recalling the innocent youth, and the young bamboo horse...

At that time, Lin Qingwei had just entered the palace for more than three months. After being lectured by Concubine Zhen in the name of her elders again, she angrily threw off the servants around her and went into the fake cave in the imperial garden by herself.Of course, such things as crying would never happen, she didn't care that the gorgeous clothes on her body would be stained with mud, she just sat inside with her knees hugged, thinking in her mind how to make Concubine Zhen suffer severely.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Lin Qingwei was thinking about it, and looked up to follow the sound, and saw a young boy in a lake-blue robe standing at the entrance of the rockery cave, his face could not be seen clearly against the light.She took stock in her mind, and didn't think of such a person in the palace, so she dusted off her clothes and stood up, with a dignified appearance, without any slack and casualness just now: "Who are you? Why are you questioning me?"

However, the six-year-old milk doll has a noble and coquettish posture, and her eyebrows and eyes are as delicate as a jade doll. The little boy was stunned when he saw it, and immediately replied: "My palace? Could it be that you are the adopted daughter of the emperor? Princess Wen?"

When Lin Qingwei entered the palace, the late emperor asked her what title she wanted, to see if the child was as energetic as the spies had said, and Lin Qingwei blurted out the word "wen".

The emperor curiously asked her why, and she replied slowly: "Jingwei heaven and earth is Chinese; being sensitive and eager to learn is Chinese; giving courtesy is Chinese; cultivating virtue is far away; hard and soft are combined; being promoted with virtuous people is Chinese." ;Although Qingwei is a child, she also knows that people should search for things, practice virtue, and as a woman, they should follow the example of the sages, so I chose the word "wen"!" Immediately, the emperor applauded the case, so she followed her decision " "Wen" is the title.

Frowning, Lin Qingwei thought a few times: "Who are you? You haven't told me yet!"

The little boy smiled slightly, but did not answer, but turned around and raised his voice a little and called out: "Father, Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Princess Wen is here!" Then, Lin Qingwei was taken back by the emperor.

Later, Lin Qingwei found out that this young man was the son of the emperor's best friend, named Tang Suiqian, who was one year older than himself, and this time he followed his father Tang Diyue to the palace to visit him, and he wanted to settle down in Beijing.After the two got acquainted, they chatted. One was young and dignified, knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and the other was indifferent and elegant after going through the world. After admiring each other, they naturally communicated more.Later, they communicated by letter.

When Lin Qingwei was 12 years old, Tang Diyue became ill and passed away suddenly. Tang Sui had to help Ling return home and go to the north. Since then, it has been difficult to find news.So until the assassination incident at the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner that year, Lin Qingwei reunited with him in the palace after two years.

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"Tang Suiqian——" Lin Qingwei took a deep breath and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "I hope you didn't get involved in this matter, otherwise, even if it is you, I will be merciless!" She clenched her hands tightly. The fist, the desolation and sorrow in the heart are hard to describe, the young years, and the unspoken love, although these are beautiful, there is always something more important than them in the world.

————————————Lately coming, ambiguous dividing line gentleman——————————

"General!"

Tang Sui was flipping through the military report in his hand, when he heard the shouts from outside, his face sank, he got up and strode out, and opened the heavy felt curtain, the desert was deserted, and the quiet scene came oncoming The twilight made him relax for a moment.

Looking at the people rushing all the way, he reprimanded: "Why are you shouting so much?"

The little soldier stopped in his tracks and saluted neatly: "General, that bandit is robbing the desert again!"

His cold brows were frowned, and there was no smile line on his face that had been blown by rough sand and sand all year round. He turned around and put on the armor of the desk: "Go, call people, these dogs are all like rabbits, This time, these hateful bandits must be wiped out!" The junction of Mobei and Xuan Dynasty is a desert, Yanbei City is located here, and the south is rich in water and grass.Therefore, the Huns often pretended to be bandits and came to plunder villages on the edge of the desert.

"Yes!" The little soldier replied excitedly, and ran to inform the soldiers on duty tonight.

Tang Sui bent down and sorted out the stack of documents on the desk. When he saw a page of paper sandwiched in it, he paused his hands and felt bitter in his mouth. After a while, he picked up the paper again and went from beginning to end. After reading every single word, he raised his hand, and saw that the paper was like a butterfly with broken wings, and within a short time, it was reduced to ashes in the brazier.

"Let's go!" As if nothing had happened, Tang Sui stepped out of the tent resolutely, got on his horse, stepped on the stirrup, and only heard the maroon horse neigh and gallop away.

Bloody battle.

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When Ye Zisu came that day, he really brought news that made Lin Qingwei exhausted.

"Qingwei, Tang Suiqian was secretly reported to his cousin by someone, saying that he was in collusion with the rebels. There is evidence, and Mr. Tang was also implicated in it! I know that you have a very good relationship with Tang Suiqian, but this matter is of great importance. The eighteen towns of Yanyun are related to the safety of the northern territory of the Xuan Dynasty—" Ye Zisu looked at Lin Qingwei sincerely, "I'll leave it to you!"

Lin Qing bit her lips slightly: "How could it be? You and I both know that he has been guarding the Northland and deterring the Huns all these years. What's more, Mr. Tang and Father are close friends. Could it be that Father doesn't know who he is?"

This is true, Ye Zisu breathed out, if Mr. Tang had a rebellious heart, he would not believe it, but——he sighed: "Qingwei, but don't forget, Yanyun Eighteenth Town The amount of weight, people's hearts are changeable!"

As if being struck by lightning in an instant, Lin Qingwei was completely stunned. After a long time, she muttered to herself: "Eighteen Towns of Yanyun—"

Because Lin Qingwei had her own hidden guards, she never used the Pixiu Fengwei; fortunately, the head of the Fengwei stayed in Beijing, which saved a lot of trouble.

"Tell me the truth", Lin Qingwei sat in front of the window, tapped the table at hand lightly, very rhythmically, took the amber glass cup from Tsing Yi, which contained clear wine, she sipped Take a sip: "What is Tang Diyue's real identity?"

Seeing the head of Fengwei who was kneeling below insisting on refusing to speak, Lin Qing slightly raised the corners of her lips and smiled, looking enchanting and sharp, which made people's hearts tremble: "Father gave you to this palace, remember, now you His master is Ben Gong!" Throwing a stack of papers in his hand in front of the people below: "Don't tell me, Father has left enough things, and I can also find out!"

The head of the Fengwei saw a black flower on the corner of the paper, shook his body, and fell on the ground: "I obey!" His fingernails tightly pinched his palms. He followed the footsteps of his master and followed the emperor for 20 years. The issue of his identity is the most important information of the two generations of Fengwei; but today, this secret is no longer a secret...

Waving everyone away with a dazed expression, Lin Qing held the corner of her clothes slightly, still unable to digest the words she just heard.Tang Diyue, that gentle and refined uncle, was the so-called orphan of the former dynasty?The love-hate entanglement between the current emperor and the descendants of the previous dynasty, what kind of thing is this! ?The Durning Society that has been moving around among the people...

No wonder I plotted against Concubine Zhen. Although my father knew about it, he didn't blame him. Lin Qingwei stared blankly at the black jade ring on the little finger of his left hand. The sun outside the window was already high and fell on the ring, reflecting clear and mysterious of light.Her lips were trembling, the person the emperor loved the most turned out to be Tang Diyue!However, both of them were unwilling to bow their heads when it came to the dignity of their status. In the end, they each married wives and had children, and they only got the name of best friends.

And Tang Suiqian...

Tsing Yi stood at the door, paying close attention to the movements in the room, but never heard anything.At this time, her heart was also full of shock, but she was more worried about Lin Qingwei who was sitting in the room.It's not up to her, a little maidservant, to comment on the matter between Mr. Tang and the first emperor, but how will the princess choose this time?

"Come in and serve!" Lin Qingwei's voice fell into Tsing Yi's ears through the closed door, hearing a choked sob inside, Tsing Yi sighed softly, and waved to Chi Yun who had been waiting for a long time , took the warm water basin and a suet jade bottle from her hand.

After entering the door, seeing Lin Qingwei's smooth eyelids, Tsing Yi hurriedly stepped forward to put the towel on it, only to hear Lin Qing ask in a hoarse voice: "Tsing Yi, what do you think I should do?"

Tsing Yi was stunned for a moment, looked down at her clenched fists, and tried to persuade her: "Your Highness always says 'there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain', excuse me for talking too much, but His Highness is concerned, and the authorities are confused!" Seeing that Lin Qingwei didn't show any anger, she paused and kept changing the hot handkerchief: "If you ask General Tang, he will definitely tell you what's going on without reservation, why are you so troubled here? ?”

As if enlightened, Lin Qingwei's thoughts instantly cleared up. She pursed her lips and nodded: "You are right, even though people's hearts are changeable, his temper - I am stubborn! Order someone to enter the palace and tell the emperor's brother , you go and make arrangements, I will leave for the Northland tomorrow, and Luyan Lancao will take care of family affairs, brother Xi and Yuer!"

The author has something to say: Everyone has a weak corner in their hearts, and so does Her Royal Highness. . . .

Suddenly found it very difficult to position Tang Suiqian, at first he was an affectionate and unrepentant good boy, and then he turned into a black-bellied man who was far-sighted and thoughtful, and now he is actually Lang Yalang, there is nothing he can do~~~~~ This is going to be swollen so broken? ?

However, the name Tang Suiqian, we can see that there is no deep meaning in it~~~~

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PS: On November 11nd, the class will go out together for two days, so let’s see if we can save the manuscript tomorrow~~~If it’s not possible, we’ll ask for leave tomorrow night~~~~ Thank you for your strong support, hug One group~~~~╭(╯2╰)╮~~~