Drunken Exquisiteness

In May, Tsinghua Taichung orchids are in full bloom, pruning green leaves and luxuriant flowers, snow pigments, jade bones and ice hearts, clusters and clusters dotted in the Orchid Pond Garden, it is beautiful.

Ye Tianling came to the Tsinghua TV station today, and when she met Qing Chen after taking a nap, she sat alone beside her for a while. The fragrance of orchid is like a strand, faintly ethereal, lingering around Qiongjie Yulan, and the Tsinghua Station in the afternoon is so quiet that you can feel the fragrance of Lanzhi floating. Ye Tianling looked at Qing Chen's calm sleeping face, and only felt that there were no more complicated things around her, but when she thought of how she was delighted because of her pregnancy, the words of the imperial physician still weighed down in her heart.

On the day when Qing Chen was pregnant, the doctor told him the truth. Last time, Qing Chen suffered a heavy loss due to a small childbirth due to a high level of poison. Fortunately, in recent years, there are good doctors and medicines to treat them carefully, so that they will not be lingering. But she has always had a heart disease, pregnancy and childbirth are extremely dangerous things, and no one of the few royal doctors can guarantee that they are safe. Seeing the months passed and the delivery date was approaching, although everything seemed to be fine on the surface, she was obviously weighted down, and she was always ill-fated, but she always held on in front of him. Just ask, it's all right. He seemed to think that this child was slowly nurturing with her energy and blood, and that the joy of the father has long been gone, instead of worry. What's more, at this moment, this child is the only blood of the emperor, so many people are waiting to watch, thinking differently.

"Your Majesty," Baguio came in and said softly, "King Zhan, please."

Ye Tianling nodded, got up and walked out of the hall. After he walked for a while, Qing Chen also woke up. Although he was awake, he was lazy and unwilling to get up. He leaned on the couch with his hands on his forehead. After a while, he asked Baguio: "Is it the emperor? Been here just now?"

Baguio smiled and said: "The emperor has been sitting for a long time, but the empress slept deeply and did not wake up. Only then did King Cham come, and the emperor went to the front hall."

Qing Chen nodded. Although he entered the palace every day, King Zhan rarely visited Tsinghua countertops. He came here suddenly today, or there might be something urgent. For some reason, the emperor and King Zhan seem to be not as harmonious as they used to be. Although Ye Tianling doesn't mention this, the woman's mind is the most sensitive. How can she not notice the subtle changes between them? The situation is changing, and people are also changing. On the road of heaven and power, there are no permanent opponents and no permanent friends.

Qing Chen sighed slightly in her heart. At this moment, there were some flustered sounds outside for some reason. She frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

Baguio went out to take a look, and later came back and said: "A maid in the front hall took the wrong thing, which made the emperor angry, nothing happened."

Qing Chen's phoenix eyes swept across the curtain, then fell back to Baguio, and said quietly: "Don't use these to prevaricate me, what's the matter?"

Baguio saw that she quietly watched herself waiting for a reply. He obviously did not believe that the emperor would punish the maid for this trivial matter. He hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "King Cham... somehow quarreled with the emperor, the emperor was furious, even Yan Xi was all kicked out."

Clouds in the sky are low and the wind is violent under the corridor. Outside the front hall, the maid of the maid knelt back and forth, Yan Xi's temples under her black lacquer caged veil were slightly chaotic, and the sweat was full of sweat, and her expression could not be concealed in confusion.

When Qing Chen stepped on the steps of the palace, Yan Xi was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Why is the mother here?"

Qing Chen glanced in the hall and asked, "For what?"

Yan Xifang wanted to reply, and suddenly heard a crisp sound from the hall, like a cup falling to the ground and splashing, followed by a silent silence, footsteps began.

Qing Chen raised his head suddenly, and saw King Zhan walking out quickly in the deep hall.

Because he hadn't seen each other for half a year, they suddenly met, Ye Tianzhan was taken aback, and Qing Chen felt inexplicable.

He was still a long jade, and still a rich god, and the wind and rain did not leave a trace of time on him. He seemed to be the graceful young man on the Chuyan River back then. Just raising his eyes and facing each other, Qianfan was exhausted.

He looks like a different person. If we say that it was a lake with bright waves under the spring breeze, then he is the sky after the autumn rain.

Qiukong was cold in the wind, as he looked at her at this time.

The wind blew across his cheeks and his clothes fluttered. Ye Tianzhan only stopped for a while, with an indifferent expression, turned and moved.

"Lord," Qing Chen stopped him as he passed by, thinking for a moment, and said warmly, "I haven't seen him in a long time. I wonder if the lord would like to take a walk with me?"

Tsinghua Terrace, the imperial garden is full of orchids and three thousand green bamboos in the depths.

The bamboo is quiet, green like the sea, the sky is low and the clouds are dark, and the color of dense green ink sways with the wind, like light waves hitting the shore, undulating and precarious.

Standing in the bamboo pavilion, Ye Tianzhan didn't say a word, his expression was cold, Qing Chen stood behind him, not knowing how to speak.

The wind blew his sleeves and shook violently, but Ye Tianzhan's seemingly calm surface was full of heart and soul. He relied on his weight and had no king, and now he just didn't clearly point out that he was coveting the throne, intending to be unfavorable to the unborn prince, or even to the queen! He covered the bamboo fence with his slender fingers quietly lining the lines of the bamboo silk, like a jade Wenwen, but he couldn't help but sink heavily. He only heard a crackling sound, the bamboo and wood were shaken by him, and the cracks were deep. Deep, straight through the ends.

The wind was chaotic, and a few bamboo leaves flew down.

The anger that was writhing in Ye Tianzhan's heart vented a lot with this blow. Qing Chen was slightly surprised. After a while, he said softly: "The emperor has such a temper. You can eat soft rather than hard. For some things, don't fight him hard. It's better to slow down."

If it can be slowed down, how can it be today? Ye Tianzhan sneered, and threw a sentence: "Qing Chen, I'm sorry."

Qing Chen's heart shuddered, Ye Tianzhan's eyes were tumbling, and he turned around, but a smile was light and breezy: "Things will always have results, not today, or tomorrow. But there is something I haven't given up, he can give you Yes, I can give it the same way. Qing Chen, would you like to think about it again?" His words were low and peaceful, but Qing Chen's heart was chilled.

He stared at her in front of him, making her feel that this was the last time he said such a thing, such a tough gaze, deeply hidden in his clear eyes, gradually drawing a deep abyss.

Qing Chen's body was like a falling ice cellar, and hurriedly said: "In any case, the result is the same."

Ye Tianzhan looked at her for a while, time and time again, she always answered his words with the most true calmness. The corners of his lips gradually turned into a thin smile: "You woman, sometimes you really don't feel like a woman."

Qing Chen was confused, and subconsciously replied: "I'm just a woman."

Ye Tianzhan smiled slowly and said, "Of course I know, otherwise I won't want it either."

Qing Chen was speechless for a while. Ye Tianzhan smiled suddenly, and said very seriously: "Qing Chen, that is different to me."

"Is it different?"

"Different."

Qing Chen raised her eyes and looked at Ye Tianzhan, and her heart suddenly became calm as water. Once grievances, love and hatred, ups and downs, finally reached this moment. After strayed into this world, how many years, these two vital people in her life gave her everything, and in this life, she can spend all of her bets.

At this moment, Qing Chen's gaze made Ye Tianzhan inexplicably uneasy, as if she had made an important decision in her heart, which made her gaze dazzling, to see him as a transparent person. He heard her say in a very soft voice: "This life, I owe you."

In a word, is it a lifetime?

Ye Tianzhan said: "You owe it, a little more, maybe you will pay me back sooner or later."

Qing Chen said: "Let me think about how to pay it back."

Ye Tianzhan sighed softly and said nothing.

Qing Chen said: "If you are not in a hurry to return to the mansion, you can walk with me again. I haven't seen you for a long time, but I feel that I have a lot of things to say. I don't know if I have a chance to say it later."

Ye Tianzhan heard the words, a gloomy expression flashed across his expression, but after all he did not refuse.

Passing through the bamboo forest, the nine-curved corridor twists and turns, and next to the Orchid Pond, there are three thousand smoke waves on the shore of Zhiting, a vast mist.

The wind is all over the building, and the rain is getting stronger. However, Qing Chen joked and laughed lightly with Ye Tianzhan, and unknowingly walked around the long corridor along the lake for several weeks. Ye Tianzhan asked her if she was tired several times, and she smiled and shook her head, turning the topic away. Ye Tianzhan felt that her steps were getting slower and slower at this time. He glanced at her and stood down and said, "Sit down for a while, I'm tired of walking."

Qing Chen's face was slightly tired, and when he saw him looking over, he smiled and nodded, and sat down with the carved fence. After all, Ye Tianzhan had something in his heart. For a moment, he looked at the smoke of the lake in a daze, and suddenly heard Qing Chen asking him: "Master, if I can persuade the emperor to support you to clear the Feng family, would you like to promise me and never do anything? What's bad for him?"

Ye Tianzhan turned his head in shock, wondering if he had heard the wrong thing: "What did you say?"

Qing Chen said: "If I promise that the emperor will not disadvantage you, can you agree to treat him like a brother and a king for the rest of my life?"

Ye Tianzhan froze for a moment, and suddenly stood up: "Impossible! You can't give me this guarantee, and I can't give you the same."

If there was such a possibility before, but now, all possibilities have become impossible.

Qing Chen said: "What if I can?"

Ye Tianzhan stared at her with dark eyes: "When things go now, is this a problem that can be solved by a promise? You might as well ask him, can he do it?" He flicked his sleeves and dinged. With a crisp sound, something fell from his sleeve and fell beside Qing Chen.

A pale hosta, simple appearance, moisturizing light. Qing Chen was stunned for a moment, bent over with difficulty to pick it up, and quickly stretched out a hand to support her.

Pale jade, pale hands, pale face.

Ye Tianzhan picked up the hosta and suddenly noticed that Qing Chen's hand was trembling slightly in his palm, as cold as snow. He looked up and saw that her face was no longer bloody, and her body was shaky.

"Is that the hosta?" she whispered.

"Yes." Ye Tianzhan asked hurriedly, too late to hide his embarrassment, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Qing Chen smiled reluctantly: "So you still have this hairpin, but at that time, I really wanted to say thank you. Over the years, I know that you have been protecting me everywhere. This...is the last time...you... …"

"Qing Chen!" Ye Tianzhan gave a low voice, and Qing Chen slowly said: "The child... is about to be born."

Ye Tianzhan lowered his head abruptly, and was surprised to see that Qing Chenyu’s skirt was already bright red. The red spread quickly, but it was soaked in thin silk and fell onto the finely carved jade bricks, and the vines were stained with blood. Thick and glaring. Qing Chen didn't seem to feel it: "I said, he died, I will let him...you die, I will protect with my life...you believe me...if...if I can't make it through...you... …"

The pain in the whole body that did not know where it came from became heavier and more anxious, Qing Chen gritted his teeth tightly, trying to gather a little strength to finish speaking, but even had difficulty breathing. Begging.

Ye Tianzhan’s face was white, with blue veins looming in his forehead. I don’t know if it was his hand holding Qing Chen or Qing Chen’s hand holding him. The hosta couldn’t bear the weight of gravity, it snapped into two pieces, and the broken face pierced his palm. Painful.

Suddenly he whispered very quickly: "I promise you." He bent over and quickly hugged Qing Chen.

Qing Chen's heart suddenly loosened, and his body fell softly into his arms.