Chapter 78

Author: Egret Pairs|Publish Time: 06-30 17:28|Word Count: 3026 The memory of my childhood is not so clear, but Huayue somehow remembers the water droplets hooked up on the horse's hoof when Yin Ninghuai rode his horse away. Walk without mercy.

However, when she waited for half a stick of incense on the spot, he would come back, carry her back to the horse angrily, and muttered through gritted teeth:

"Why is there more of this stuff?"

Hua Yue was also very temperamental at the time, so she grabbed his shoulder and replied, "It wasn't born by you, I want you to take care of it!"

"It doesn't matter." The young man sat on the back of the horse and said without turning his head, "I haven't even listened to the royal brother for so many years. If you really die, then I will be panicked."

At that time, it was only a child's angry words, but now that think about it, Yin Ninghuai is really at a loss.

Her throat was a little tight, Huayue waved her hand to let Shuang down, turned back to the main house, the person on the soft couch still closed his eyes and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

She slowed down and slowly sat back in the chair.

The room was quiet, there was nothing but the sound of breathing. Hua Yue sat down with red eyes, and quickly picked up the half-embroidered tiger-toed shoes next to her and continued to drop the needles.

Li Jingyun lifted his eyelids and saw the man sitting sideways facing him, with thin shoulder bones, his fingers flying, silk threads rising and falling on the vamp, he looked very elegant, but something fell from her face, a drop Another drop, shiny, fell on the tip of the needle in his hand, splashing in all directions.

"..."

Closing his eyes, Li Jingyun rolled over and continued to sleep with his back to her.

He has already tasted what will happen if he is used to pampering people. There is no reason to follow her and let her go. Cry if you like to cry, anyway, he will not feel distressed anymore.

On the day of the Double Ninth Festival, the weather is shady and cool, and there is an autumn wind whistling outside, so it is not suitable to go out.

Li Jingyun was sitting in the mansion, slowly making tea and drinking tea.

"Young Master." Hua Yue came over with a smile and saluted, "According to the doctor's instructions, the concubine has to go out and walk around every day."

Glancing at her, Li Jingyun lowered his eyes: "Okay, I will accompany you."

"No need." She hurriedly waved her hand, "You've been busy for so many days, so take advantage of your free time to rest more and go out with frost on your concubine."

I don't know why, but this person suddenly piled up all the things he had to do a few days ago and finished it at once, and then got five days off, and stayed in front of her every day. Hua Yue was in a hurry to go out and contact Shen Zhiluo, but she could never find an opportunity.

It's really feng shui turns, she used to guard him not to let him out of the house, but now it's good, and he's turned around.

With a long sigh, she bowed her knees to him: "I will go back when my concubine goes."

"Don't be busy yet." Li Jingyun beckoned her to stand closer.

Hua Yue looked at him suspiciously and took two steps towards him cautiously.

"Did you send a letter outside the mansion a few days ago?" he asked.

Hua Yue was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and replied, "No."

"That's weird." He looked at her flushed ears and hummed, "I cut out several letters recently, all of which were sent by Frostfall. They were still in secret language, so I couldn't understand what was written."

With a cold heart, Hua Yue reluctantly smiled and said, "Perhaps it's her family letter, and the concubine doesn't know about it."

"Really?" Li Jingyun nodded, no longer asking, just sniffing the tea leisurely.

Hua Yue stood in front of him, cold sweat was about to break down. Previously, it was strange why there was no response when the letter was sent out, but it turned out to be all in his hands. don't know if he will decrypt it, but even if he doesn't, he is probably wary of her.

"Hey—" As soon as her eyes rolled, she covered her stomach and wrinkled her face.

Glancing at her, Li Jingyun beckoned to Shuang Jiang: "Go and invite Miss Li to show your master."

"Young master, Miss Li has returned to the palace today." Shuangjiang glanced at Huayue, squeezed her hands and said, "She left in a hurry, and even forgot to leave the prescription, when the master is changing the medicine, I don't know what to do today. it is good."

After thinking for a moment, she clapped her hands abruptly: "The doctor in the Xuanhu Hall is also useful, but he is more tempered, he does not go through the door, only sits in the hall to see the doctor, there is nothing to do today, why don't you let the servants take the master over to take a look ?"

Li Jingyun looked at the two people in front of him indifferently, and when they finished speaking, he calmly said, "No."

The corners of Hua Yue's raised mouth suddenly collapsed. She looked at him and finally realized that he was wary and would not let her out of the house no matter what.

With a long sigh, she sat back beside him and glanced out the window desperately.

She was depressed, but Li Jingyun seemed to be happy. She ate snacks for a while, and went to the courtyard to wield swords and swords. Her hearty laughter could reverberate halfway across the courtyard.

Looking at his back sadly, Huayue sucked the tip of her nose.

After playing for an hour, Li Jingyun was finally tired, he walked over covered in sweat, glanced at her at the end of his eyes, and then took off the clothes on the cape over her: "Hello, take a rest, I went to the bathroom to wash up, the sweat on my body is not sticking. comfortable."

"Yes." Huayue responded weakly.

The door opened and closed, Hua Yue was silent for a moment, then suddenly a shock came to her, she turned her head and asked Shuang Jiang, "He's going to take a bath?"

Shuang Jiang nodded and looked at the crack of the door: "I have already left the yard."

This is called a mountain with heavy water and doubts and no way out. The willows are dark and the flowers are bright in another village. Huayue was overjoyed, and quickly changed into neat clothes and went out with frost.

I thought wouldn't be able to enter the palace today, but didn't expect that the three young masters would have such a time. Forgetting about everything else, she trotted all the way out of the palace from the west gate until she got in touch with someone from Shen Zhiluo at a handicap, and waited to enter the palace by car.

Li Jingyun came back from bathing and dressing, pushed open the door, and saw a pair of armor sitting at the table without any surprise.

He raised his eyebrows, walked slowly to look, and saw that the helmet was hollow, the satin skirt was tucked in, and someone drew a smiley face with eyebrow rouge on it, smiling at him blindly.

"Old-fashioned method." Sitting down beside the armor in disgust, Li Jingyun reached out and poured himself a cup of tea.

The mellow tea is light brown, falling into the cup along the light, reflecting the milky white porcelain cup, which is very beautiful.

He watched quietly, his eyebrows were a little unhappy, but the corners of his mouth still ticked upwards.

Sacrifice is a very important etiquette in Daliang. Even if it is only secretly worshipping, Shen Zhiluo has prepared enough incense wax paper money and gold and silver utensils for Zhou Heshuo. A slave follows.

Zhou Heshuo asked someone to check in advance. The imperial guards patrolling tonight would not come to Anhe Palace to disturb him. He knelt in the courtyard and looked at the burning paper money in front of him, but he still had no sense of awe.

Originally, the souls of the dead under the sword are all enemies that they can destroy by their own abilities. They are not reconciled, but they can't be considered guilty. There are so many things in this world that you have to live and die, why should he repent?

However, the fire on the paper money in front of him kept going out, and there was no wind in the courtyard. The servants came up to light it twice, but the fire was extinguished in just a moment.

With a chill down his back, Zhou Heshuo finally knelt up straight, looked at the night sky around him, and bowed his hands together: "It's been so many years, it's useless to hold grudges against this palace, let's go."

"Your Highness." Shen Zhiluo reminded in a low voice, "You have to recite the scriptures of rebirth."

There was a scripture in front of him, Zhou Heshuo glanced at it, very helpless, he closed his eyes and started to read.

The paper money in the brazier started to burn, but the wind began to blow in the courtyard. Zhou Heshuo was tense all over, his mouth was chanting quickly, and his fingertips were cold.

He is not a timid person. In the past, blood was not uncommon on Guanshan Mountain. Even Yin Ninghuai was a Huangquan that he personally gave. But Zhou Heshuo was never frightened by the dream, even if he saw Yin Ninghuai again in the dream, he could still invite him to sit down and drink with a smile.

Yin Ninghuai was a prince with an excellent reputation. In his early years in Daliang, he had heard praises from Daliang officials, and even compared him with himself. At that time, Daliang was a small country where he lived in a corner, and he was naturally inferior to other people's eldest princes, and he was often used by people to run on his words.

So when Guanshan saw him later, Zhou Heshuo did not let him go, not only killed Yin Ninghuai, but also turned against Shen Zhiluo, labelled him treason, and made him reviled by future generations.

This is the most relieved. In the future, when the prince is mentioned, it is only said that the prince of Daliang is the crown of the past and the present. Who will talk about the traitor of the Wei Dynasty?

But right now, Zhou Heshuo still felt a little uncomfortable when he really closed his eyes in this gloomy wind.

Suddenly, he felt that he heard Yin Ninghuai's voice again. Neither humble nor arrogant, he stood beside him with a clean body and asked, "If you take the capital this time, will your Highness let the people in the city be spared?"

Eyelashes fluttered, and Zhou Heshuo opened his eyes suddenly.

There was really a person standing next to him, with a stern personality and a cold expression. He was dressed in a blue and white long gown with a Ming Pei hanging around his waist.

"Since he agreed at that time, why did His Highness break the city and slaughter the people again?" The man asked him softly, "How many incense sticks can you sacrifice to the wronged souls?"

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, Zhou Heshuo staggered back, and looked closely, only to realize that it was not Yin Ninghuai, but a familiar woman dressed as a man and standing in front of him with her hands behind her back.

"You, who are you, why are you here to scare Ben Gong?" He was furious.

Hua Yue smiled at him, her brows were clear and beautiful, unlike the previous lady, she just took a step in front of him and cupped her hands: "I'm passing by, I want to ask His Highness for something."

Covering his chest in shock, Zhou Heshuo waved his hands and turned to look at Shen Zhiluo: "What's going on?"

Shen Zhiluo held the compass and frowned: "Wei Chen said earlier that His Highness cannot stop when he is reciting the Sutra, otherwise there will be a big disaster."

"What's this saying? Ben Gong, Ben Gong didn't expect someone to come suddenly." Zhou Heshuo looked at him and then at the girl in white, wanting to complain, but his mind suddenly awake for a moment.

Something is wrong. Even if this Anhe Palace is a half-cold palace, no one should be able to come in. After all, it is in the palace.

Unless Shen Zhiluo brings it in.

Realizing that something was wrong, Zhou Heshuo turned his head and stood up and wanted to shout, but before he could shout, the two minions who had been standing behind suddenly rushed up, one held him and the other blocked his mouth.