Qinglian Snow Heavy

He turned out of the hall to pick it up, and unknowingly, only Yan Ming and Qinglian were left in the East Nuan Pavilion to drink tea alone.Yan Ming sipped the fragrant tea and told Qinglian a few words, Qinglian didn't answer but didn't take it to heart, Yan Ming just thought that Qinglian was agitated again.Saying goodbye to here today, avoiding the eyes of court officials, Yan Ming is satisfied, but after waiting for a long time, no one is strictly guarded to invite Jiarui to come out. The palace people behind him also disappeared without a trace, Yan Ming only then realized that something was wrong, but it was too late.Qinglian stood up slowly against the handrail, looked at Yan Ming who was already sleeping on the stool, her eyes quickly circled around the room, and staggered forward.When Qinglian took the first sip of tea, she felt that it was mixed with drugs. Qinglian grew up in Tongfeng Building, and she hated this way the most, so it was easy to discover the abnormality.Qing Lian silently watched Yan Ming drink the tea, keeping her face calm. Although she knew that there must be a conspiracy behind what happened today, Qing Lian couldn't care less about it now.Qinglian turned around the huge screen behind the throne, behind it was the inner room specially reserved for the emperor, and then there was a small door leading to the outer courtyard.Qinglian walked carefully, thankfully she didn't meet anyone around her.Going out to the courtyard, she found that the surroundings looked a little familiar. Qinglian made a quick calculation in her mind, and then went back to the palace in search of memories.Qinglian walked frivolously, but she didn't make a sound because of this, she found the imperial study room calmly, her face was already covered with a layer of sweat from the pain.The aloes in the imperial study room is the same as before, but Jiarui is nowhere to be seen, Qinglian feels uneasy, if she really wants to say goodbye to the affairs of the meeting, how can she not see the emperor's figure, what is the so-called change in the palace today?Just when Qinglian was suspicious in her heart, the sound of arguing outside was getting closer and closer, Qinglian panicked for a while, and hid behind the bookshelf sideways. "Teacher Yan, what do you mean? Today, the priest of the Yue Kingdom came to bid farewell. Why did you put me under house arrest?" The familiar voice made Qinglian almost unable to stand. Brother Yu, this is Brother Yu.Qinglian covered her mouth, she was so excited, she wept with joy, it turned out that her relatives were by her side.Then there was the sound of slamming the door, "Jing Yu, calm down before you wake up. The hospital said that if you get angry again, your heart will be exhausted and your life will be ruined." Yan Shoufang suppressed his voice and persuaded, "You also I see, now that the arrow is on the string, it has to be sent, the priest of the Yue Kingdom is lost, you quickly call the guards of Yanwei Division to search carefully, don't make any noise, and quietly send him to the Imperial Hospital after you find it." Tong Jingyu turned around Go, did not answer Yan Shoufang's words, and Yan Shoufang was anxious, pressing his hand on Tong Jingyu's shoulder, "Jing Yu, do you want to watch the emperor die and the world fall into chaos? If Tong Qinglian really loves The emperor will definitely be willing, not to mention that we don't necessarily want to take your brother's life. Jing Yu, if your father and Duke Xuan Ying are still there, you will definitely not hesitate. The emperor's illness cannot be delayed any longer." Tong Jingyu lowered his head and said nothing, and then saw a corner of the white shirt looming behind the huge bookcase, and was shocked. He was about to shout "catch the assassin", but a pair of bare hands held back his words.Although it was separated by thick gauze, even though they couldn't see each other, Tong Jingyu could still feel the familiar flexibility and trembling at the first moment.Qinglian held Tong Jingyu tightly with both hands, hoping that Tong Jingyu could hide her whereabouts, because as long as she was discovered at this moment, all the hard work along the way would be wasted.Tong Jingyu turned around, one hand was still held by Qinglian, met Yan Shoufang's anxious eyes, and said "yes" firmly, unwilling to entangle with him.Yan Shoufang was originally worried that Tong Jingyu would care about his brotherhood, but now he was relieved and said, "Then you should find him as soon as possible, Yueguo can't delay too long", then turned and left in a hurry.As soon as Yan Shoufang left, Qinglian rushed out of the bookshelf, still holding Tong Jingyu with her hands, staring straight at those familiar eyes, her eyelashes flickering and teardrops falling, but she was reluctant to let go of her hands to wipe them.Goodbye Qinglian, dressed in such a splendid dress, like a Buddha flower in a fairyland, elegant and gorgeous, not square, Tong Jingyu was overwhelmed by that kind of magnanimity from the inside out.Even if the separation is imminent, Tong Jingyu is still happy in her heart, my Qinglian, it's fine. "Brother Yu, have you gone home yet? I saw Bai Ling in front of the door and thought you, you..." Qinglian couldn't speak with excitement, "You're still alive, it's great, alive... ...but what about father?" Qinglian asked urgently, but Tong Jingyu raised her hand to cover her mouth, and was signaled to keep silent.Only then did Qinglian see Tong Jingyu's hands that were heavily wrapped in gauze, thinking of how deeply she was wounded by a sharp sword on the tower, Qinglian felt a pain in her heart, and hurriedly let go of her tightly clenched hands.Tong Jingyu didn't feel much pain, and nine out of ten the veins in her palm were damaged, not to mention that no matter how strong Qinglian's hand was, it could be quite heavy.Instead, she raised her hand. Tong Jingyu was suspicious when she saw the blood stained on the gauze, while Qinglian retracted her hand behind her guilty conscience.The more it was like this, Tong Jingyu became even more unwilling, and shouted angrily in a low voice: "Qinglian, what's the matter, take out your hand." He muttered twice, as long as Tong Jingyu was really angry since childhood, Qinglian would not dare to disobey, but Not wanting to worry Tong Jingyu, Qinglian put her hands behind her back and insisted on her own opinion. "Qinglian, do you want me to remove the gauze on my hand and catch it myself?" Tong Jingyu assumed a strict brother's attitude, and Qinglian obeyed in the end.When Tong Jingyu saw some horrible wounds on Qinglian's hands, the fingertips were bloody and bloody, but they didn't bandage them.Tong Jingyu didn't expect Qinglian to become like this, and when she was about to say something, Qinglian pulled her hand back and comforted: "Brother Yu, it's nothing, as long as you take good care of it, it will be fine. I was not careful, Now that I am a priest of the Moon Kingdom, who will make things difficult for me.” Then he looked worried: “Brother Yu, are you okay now? Please tell me, how is father now? Why is there a white silk hanging in front of the door? ? And Jiarui, what is going on, okay? Brother Yu, tell me quickly, tell me! Whatever you want me to do, I'm willing... ah!"

203 , Orphaned Bet...

Qinglian was excited, and wanted to step forward to ask questions, but unexpectedly she left the bookshelf, Qinglian's feet could not support the weight at all.As soon as Qinglian took half a step, she fell forward. Tong Jingyu had sharp eyes and quick hands, and she was about to stretch out her arms to catch her.But Qinglian knew that the hand that was opened to her was bloody under the white gauze, so how could Qinglian have the heart to let the weight of her body hit Tong Jingyu's hand again.So Qinglian abruptly turned her body away to avoid Tong Jingyu, and then fell heavily on the ground, causing quite a commotion.Qinglian propped her hands on the ground, but broke free from the wound on her fingertips, staining her pure white robe with blood spots.Seeing Qinglian's painful expression, Tong Jingyu turned pale with shock, but Qinglian didn't care about herself at all, she reached out and grabbed the hem of Tong Jingyu's shirt, "Brother Yu, hurry up, take me to see Jiarui, he must be bad, I know, Take me to see him quickly." Facing Tong Jingyu's troubled eyes, Qinglian said urgently: "Brother Yu, help me, I really can't stand up, please, help me..." Tong Jingyu's heart Struggling, he woke up the day before yesterday, was imprisoned yesterday, and today he knew that Qinglian had entered the palace, so he managed to get out of trouble and find him.Although Tong Jingyu is not very clear about Yan Shoufang's plan for Jiarui, there is no doubt that Yan Shoufang has made great efforts to capture Qinglian even if he offends Yueguo. not good.In this way, although Tong Jingyu was worried about Jiarui's life and death, she was unwilling to risk Qinglian's life.But how could Tong Jingyu, who was only for Qinglian, bear Qinglian's blood-weeping plea.Qinglian tugged on her robe, her eyes contained the last hope, how could Tong Jingyu have the heart to refuse.So taking a deep breath, Tong Jingyu pulled Qinglian into his arms, stretched his shoulders and arms, and carried Qinglian on his shoulders.Tong Jingyu could already see that Qinglian's feet were injured and she couldn't help her to walk, so she had no choice but to make a bad move.Tong Jingyu hurried out of the imperial study with Qinglian on his shoulders, but did not notice that Yan Shoufang turned out from the side waiter.Yan Shoufang in the imperial study room has been with him almost every day since he became the grand tutor, and he knows all the tables and chairs by heart. How could Qinglian hide behind the bookshelf and Yan Shoufang couldn't see it.The corner of the white shirt, Tong Jingyu's different attitude, and the movement inside just now, Yan Shoufang was hidden in the waiter, sneering in his heart, but he didn't know that there was always a reason why the oriole was behind.Seeing Tong Jingyu leaving with Qinglian on his shoulders, Yan Shoufang ordered the palace servants around him to go to the Tai Hospital, and asked the doctor to go to Ziwei Hall immediately to restrain his fast.Pushing open the door of Yizhai, the curtains fell around to cover the snowy and sunny day outside, even though it was daytime, it was still very dark.A gust of warm wind rushed towards the face with the accumulated Buddha fragrance, blocking the cold air outside the door.The ever-burning lights in the house are like a still life in front of the white jade Buddha statue. The house gives people a peaceful but solemn feeling, freezing time and space.Jiarui was seriously ill, but he didn't live in the imperial hospital, but stayed in this exquisite Buddhist hall in Ziwei Hall.When Emperor Ziye was alive, he often practiced his mind here, and later Huimin also regarded this place as a pure land of remembrance.As a result, incense was constantly burning in front of the Buddha, and Yan Shoufang believed that there was a pre-rented shelter here, so Jiarui was placed in the small courtyard of the Ziwei Hall to hide the eyes and ears.Turning around the bead curtain, Tong Jingyu gently placed Qinglian in front of a bed, Qinglian couldn't wait to jump on the edge of the bed, her gray face under the dim light was in front of her eyes.Jiarui's cheeks were strangely lifeless, and his cheekbones were high and protruding, but he hadn't seen him for a few days, but he was so thin