Qinglian Snow Heavy

"Your Majesty, the deceased is dead, let Concubine Hui rest in peace." Tong Siming finally spoke, but what could he say, the rivalries and open and secret fights among concubines in the palace are all things that Sikong has seen since ancient times.Tong Siming is just a foreign minister, how can he speak up? After being alone for so many years, should he still smear a dead person?That's Jia Rui's mother and concubine!Bullying life and not bullying death, Tong Siming is very clear about the rules of the game. As a foreign minister, some things cannot be said after all. Who knows if the emperor will beat him back when his heart is relieved.

"Your Majesty, Ziye is an emperor through the ages. He has conquered tens of thousands of people. Do you believe that he will execute his concubine for no reason?" Tong Siming asked back.

"Tong Qing, don't tell me this, is it because the father and the king beat Concubine Hui severely because of Yan Lan's rod, so my mother and concubine died in the palace?" Jia Rui couldn't help asking, "There is no reason"?Could it be that the hundreds of thousands of people who died in the Qingcheng Rebellion were also because of this?Jia Rui didn't believe it.

"Your Majesty, you have already remembered things at that time. Did you see Concubine Hui die within a day due to trauma? Your Majesty, let him pass the past. Concubine Hui was punished twenty times by the late Emperor. These are things that can be found in the daily note, and I will not hide it from you. But the emperor, do you know what happened to Yan Lan after the incident? What should be paid back has already been paid off hundreds of times, the emperor, why do you bother? Going deep, making both the dead and the living uneasy?"

"Tong Qing, tell me why Concubine Hui was blamed back then!" The more evasive Tong Siming's words were, the more aggressive Jiarui's tone became, because the truth came out, and Jiarui had already noticed that there was something in Tong Siming's words. What can be hidden.

"Tell me, what is it for!" Seeing Tong Siming's silence, Jiarui asked again. For the answer that must be known, Jiarui did not want to have the love-hate entanglement with Qinglian from the previous generation.

"", still silent.

"Tell me, this is an imperial decree!"

"The art of witchcraft..."

These four words exploded in Jia Rui's mind like a thunderbolt, the most taboo thing in the palace, once found out, everyone involved will be killed, mother and concubine, how could it be?Jiarui's heart was in chaos, and Huimin's words flashed in his mind, jacket, lotus pattern, thousand needles, is this the truth?Tong Siming didn't go on talking, Jia Rui sat silently, maybe sometimes the truth is not a good thing.

Looking at the expression on Jia Rui's heart, Tong Siming also felt a little heartbroken. After all, he was the disciple he had taught with all his strength, and now he has to bear the fact that the situation is chaotic.So Tong Siming walked to Jiarui's side, and patted the emperor's shoulder like he did Qinglian, "Your Majesty, don't worry about it anymore, the dead are gone, there is no point in going back to what happened so long ago, forget it."

Tong Siming's loving care let go of Jia Rui's imperial spirit that he had been holding on to for the past few days, and he rested his head in Tong Siming's arms like when he was a child, taking a little comfort.Yan Shoufang has always been a strict teacher. He has been very strict with Jiarui in terms of knowledge since he was a child, while Tong Siming is a good teacher.

Where is there no wind in the autumn yard, where there is no sound of rain at the autumn window, the pattering autumn rain wets the window lattice, and the flickering candlelight reflects a shadow on the wall.Jia Rui was troubled and sad, his father tortured Yan Lan, and his mother and concubine once plotted to kill her. That was Qing Lian's biological father, and it turned out that he had been sorry for Qing Lian from the very beginning.But my parents are also alone because of him. Now, do I really want to let go of the old hatred, and how can the old hatred be counted clearly?

The emperor is the lord of the people, and he can only be wise and powerful forever. It is a luxury to indulge in sadness in front of others, so after a while, Jiarui got up emotionally, turned around, covered his sleeves and took the opportunity to wipe his eyes and said, "Let the children You laughed."

Tong Siming smiled lightly, and didn't say anything more, maybe that's all he can do now. "Tong Qing, now that you are in prison, I am not without responsibility. Sorry, I remember the original agreement. This time, I will protect Tong's family at all costs and let you grow old safely. It's just that I have wronged you here now. It is." Jiarui said sincerely.

"Dare to ask the emperor, are you willing to pay for your hard work at all costs?" The sharp question made Jia Rui's expression sad, and Tong Siming looked a little unbearable, and said in a slow tone: "Your Majesty, if disasters continue today, you can't bear it." Have you figured out a solution?"

"I came here today to ask Tong Qing about this." Jia Rui smiled wryly, at this moment he had to admit his incompetence.

"Your Majesty, the reason why Yan Lan came to Yin Country with the first emperor was because of the drought in the north of Yin Country and the flood in the south. The Son of Pure Moon sacrificed to the gods for the people of Yin Country and prayed for their well-being. I listen to Jing Yu for the current situation. It’s gone, maybe now Qinglian can also..." Tong Siming didn't finish speaking, waiting for the emperor's decision.

Jia Rui was silent for a while, then said: "Tong Qing, Qinglian won't agree, don't mention it any more."

"Perhaps because of this, Qinglian can wash away the monstrous name she bears, isn't it killing two birds with one stone? Your Majesty..."

"..."

"Your Majesty, this is the only way to resolve this crisis. Why are you still hesitating?" Tong Siming asked persistently, waiting for Jia Rui's answer.

"You're going to die, Tong Qing, so don't mention it again." What Tong Siming said, Jiarui would never have thought about it, but if Qinglian could really call the wind and call the rain, wouldn't it be the Tong family who took in the monster who harmed the country? Is it the best evidence for Yan Lan's descendants?Perhaps Qinglian could rely on her own identity to get out of trouble, but as for the Tong family, someone has to come forward to bear it, and the dead bones of tens of thousands of people in the Qingcheng Rebellion are enough to bury the Tong family.

Back then, there was a lot of hatred in the chaos in the capital, and Yan Lan's reputation as a disaster for the country was an unchangeable fact in the court. Would anyone blame the late emperor?Tong Siming, as the grand master of the court, was found guilty of ineffective persuasion and lost his duty as a courtier after careful investigation.If she got involved with Yan Lan again this time, she would definitely die. With such an ending, not to mention Jia Rui's disapproval, Qinglian would not step on the corpse of her beloved grandpa to absolve herself of the crime.

Hearing what Jiarui said, Tong Siming smiled gratifiedly. It seems that his years of hard work have not been in vain. Jiarui is indeed a person who values ​​affection. He thought about it in his heart, so he comforted him: "Your Majesty, don't worry, it will be slow." It will get better soon, don't you see that Qinglian has been saved now? So there will always be a solution to this matter."

迷惘

The autumn rain was clear, and Jiarui couldn't help shivering because of the chill down to the bone. In September, autumn was getting stronger, and the people affected by the disaster must be suffering now.Jia Rui blamed himself deeply, if he hadn't acted against the sky and blasphemed the gods, how could the heavens have punished the common people.He ordered the guards to fetch oil-paper umbrellas, Jia Rui walked alone in the palace, and the guards followed from a distance, not daring to disturb the emperor's meditation.

Jia Rui walked through the palace in the autumn rain, although he was still worried, but his mood seemed to be a little clearer.Farewell to Tong Siming, learned some secrets from this wise man, and gained the courage to move on.As said, Qinglian is still alive, isn't that enough? There is no unparalleled road, and things will gradually get better.

Unknowingly, Jiarui came to the Beihai Lake, leaning on the jade railing of the nine-curved corridor, looking at the soft light in the misty water in the distance, clearly in front of him, but separated by a distance that is beyond reach.For many days, Jiarui resisted the burning longing in his heart and did not go to see Qinglian, not because he was unwilling, but because he had no face, so he could only secretly watch the light in the dark night.

It's so far away that I can't see clearly, Jia Rui comforted himself in his heart, and moved forward slowly, just getting closer to look, and would not disturb Qinglian.Step by step, Jiarui seemed to be taken away by the light in the distance, and slowly walked forward along the long corridor, shortening the distance of missing, and finally stopped in front of Lantai, and could clearly see the reflection on the A lonely figure on the window screen.

The windows of Lantai are nailed to prevent Yan Lan from committing suicide. The bed is next to the window because Yan Lan loves the moon.Qinglian lifted the curtain, hugged her knees and looked out of the window.The moonless night is very dark, except for the chilly rain seeping through the window screens, Qinglian can't actually see anything.

The summer cicada gauze with brocade and dark patterns has not been replaced so far, against the dark night reflecting the pearl light in the house, the lotus patterns on the window screen are like phantoms spreading out layer by layer in front of the eyes.Although it is only a thin layer, Qinglian knows that it is woven with silkworm and spider silk, which is extremely tough, can be cut continuously, and cannot be invaded by water and fire. It is this thin layer that isolates Qinglian from the world. .

Qinglian took off the thick gauze wrapping her palm, stretched out her pale fingers to trace the lotus pattern on the window screen, with a bleak smile on her face.Because Qinglian knew that Yan Lan once curled up here with pain and worry just like herself, touching the window screen, looking at the outside world alone.The faint lotus fragrance here turned out to be the smell of his biological father, but now he, like Yan Lan, was imprisoned here.

Qinglian laughed at herself, Yan Lan was born in the Moon Kingdom as the son of the pure moon god, how could the divine favor contained in her noble bloodline belong to the world? !Qinglian looked at the dark night outside the window in bewilderment, looking forward to the dawn, when dawn came, brother Jingyu would come to see him.

It's really the same, Qinglian thought, Yan Lan was locked here before, and her mother Lin Suyue would come to visit during the day, but the ridiculous thing is that fate overlaps, Yan Lan and Qinglian are waiting for people who are not in their hearts. Beloved person