Drunken Exquisiteness

Qing Chen was about to put down the car curtain, vaguely heard crying from nearby. She looked strangely. It turned out that she was passing by the Palace of Cham. Two people were dragging a woman into the mansion. The woman had a familiar face and was actually the maid Fei Er who was married next to Concubine Jin.

"Stop." She told outside, "Go and see what's going on."

Fei Er was struggling in the hands of two female officials, and when she saw Princess Ling's car, she desperately shouted: "Wang Fei help! Help my wife!"

Qing Chen stepped out of the Luan car, frowned, and shouted in a low voice, "Let go, what a decent way this is!"

Seeing that it was Princess Ling, the two female officials did not dare to make any trouble, so they leaned over to salute. Fei'er threw herself in front of Qing Chen and knelt and cried: "Wang concubine, looking at past affection, please save our wife!"

"What's the matter?" Qing Chen reached out to help her.

"There is a little thing in the palace, I dare not alarm the princess." A female officer said before Fei'er.

Qing Chen glanced at the female officer indifferently: "I asked Fei'er, when did I want you to reply?"

The voice was light, but there was a cold look in her eyes, and the female official was slightly shocked, not daring to say any more.

"Princess, my wife is about to give birth, please think about saving their mother and child!" Fei'er let go and knocked Qing Chen's head, tears kept falling.

"What?" Qing Chen asked with a frown, "Why don't you declare an imperial doctor?"

"The princess... the princess is not allowed..." Fei'er was halfway talking, and was slapped on her face by the female officer beside her, "Nonsense, don't shut up!"

The female officials who came out of these palaces were taught in Ye Tingsi since they were young, and they specially admonished the servants of the palace, and they were very harsh. Fei'er's cheeks suddenly swelled, and they fell aside.

"Presumptuous!" Qing Chen said, "Dare to do this in front of me!" She suddenly understood that Ye Tianzhan married Wei's second daughter Wei Yan as the princess three months ago, and it must be Wei Yan that cannot tolerate Jin Hui. , While she was giving birth, secretly used a poisonous hand, Fei'er's protector wanted to secretly leave the house for help, but was caught by the officer in charge.

Qing Chen's vest couldn't help but feel a chill: "Where is His Royal Highness Seven?"

"His Royal Highness is plagued by affairs, and has not returned to the house for a few days." Fei'er choked and cried.

"Quickly go to the palace to announce the imperial doctor, and tell the Queen Mother and the Queen Mother about the birth of Concubine Jin." Qing Chen turned around and ordered the attendant, "Also, please come back to your Highness!"

The expressions of the two female officials changed, and the matter went to the Queen Mother and the Queen. No one dared to do anything more. Once something happened, they would have to bear the responsibility.

The attendant went to handle it immediately, Qing Chen gave the two female officials a fierce look, brushed his long sleeves, and hurried to the Palace of Cham, regardless of Baguio's umbrella.

The remnant leaves are depressed, the rain knocks on the long windows, and the clouds are dark and annoying.

Yin Caiqian walked a few steps in the room, took a quiet look at Jin Fei's residence, and finally asked, "Is it really not allowed to let people in?"

Wei Yan leaned in front of the couch, fiddled with the hollow fine rattan flower silver incense ball beside him, without raising her head: "If you don't give her a bit of color, look at her, this mansion still treats her as Princess Cham."

Yin Caiqian usually comes to the Palace of Zhan to play. Concubine Jin always treats her kindly, and she can't bear it: "What if something happens?"

Wei Yan raised her lips and sneered: "So what? Behaved softly is to save yourself troubles. Just look at my sister and you will know it. When you get married to the Eleventh Palace, you have to remember it."

A faint of cold wind came through the window, and Yin Caiqian's heart was slightly chilled by the grace and fierceness. Ever since Wei Yan married into the Palace of Cham, she and Concubine Jin have become one mountain and two tigers. Concubine Jin is still tolerant, but Wei Yan is aggressive everywhere. If the Crown Princess was as tough as her back then, Donggong might not be the situation it is today. She suddenly remembered what happened today, and hurriedly said: "Why is Brother Zhan not coming back? You help me and tell him, I will not marry His Highness Eleven!"

Wei Yan's exquisite face smiled dignifiedly: "Well, don't make trouble, who can say no to the imperial decree of the empress? Not to mention that it is a glorious matter to be married to the Eleventh Royal Concubine, why are you uncomfortable?"

Yin Caiqian raised Liu Ye's eyebrows, and stood up dissatisfied: "What glory? Why should I marry someone I don't like?"

"His Royal Highness Eleven is born noble and handsome, what is not to make people like it?" Wei Yan asked.

"He is good, there are people who like him, but I don't like him anyway." Yin Caiqian groaned.

Wei Yan raised her head and looked at her: "It's all right, and she's still like a small child. There are so many sons who come to propose marriage, you just look down on them, and think of Ling Wang like a devil. As a result, my uncle was also reprimanded by the queen. You belonged to a gentry, and marriage is a family honor or disgrace. How can you help yourself?"

Yin Caiqian's pretty face was reddish, and the proud figure appeared in front of her eyes, watching him gallop into the martial arts gate that day, she couldn't forget it, as if she was engraved in her heart. She snorted and turned around: "Why does Auntie insist that I marry His Royal Highness Eleven? You marry Brother Zhan. Don't you like him?"

Wei Yan blamed: "What nonsense, how can others compare to him? Which woman in the sky does not want to be his wife?"

Having said that, there was a trace of sorrow in his eyes. It's just that in his heart, who is it that never forgets? The estrangement in the warmth, the loneliness under the wind, who can make him smile? Who is Liang Xiao's newlyweds getting drunk for? Who is watching the moon alone at midnight in Su Li? She knew the answer clearly, she was so close to him, but she felt so far away, that the perfect marriage was too far away. The secret hatred in Wei Yan's heart was transferred to Concubine Jin, and she squeezed the silk kerchief in her hand, twisting the white-headed mandarin duck picture in the green sun.

The door curtain was lifted, and the female officer in charge hurried in with a panic expression: "Wang Hao, Princess Ling sent someone to report the birth of Jin Fei to the Queen Mother and the Queen, and ordered someone to invite her to return home."

"What?" Wei Yan said angrily, "Princess Ling?"

"She has gone to Concubine Jin's side." The female officer leaned over and said.

"Look at it!" Wei Yan stood up in a tweak.

The rain hit the residual lotus, splashing cold waves on the water.

Qing Chen was walking to Concubine Jin's residence and met Wei Yan and Yin Caiqian with several maids.

"I don't know if the fourth sister-in-law is here, there is a long way to go!" Wei Yan stepped forward and stopped the road, and Jin Fei groaned vaguely from the room.

Qing Chen looked at her: "Don't dare to work hard, please get out of the way." Although there was a faint smile on his face, there was not the slightest temperature in his eyes, and a star in the deep was slightly sharp towards Wei Yan's eyes.

Wei Yan's expression changed, and she looked up to see Qing Chen standing in front of the steps. In the wind and rain, the jade-colored clothes flew lightly, and the face was like water with a high-level arrogance, like a touch of clear color between this gloomy world, and the dust was elegant.

This was the woman he was worried about, even calling her name while drunk on the wedding night! With jealousy in her heart, she couldn't help but say acrimoniously: "Sisao didn't marry the Cham Palace, why bother to care about here?"

"If I were to marry into the Palace of Cham, you might be the one who lay there knowing about life and death." Qing Chen Mingche's eyes were irritated, annoyed by her viciousness, and he was merciless. Your Royal Highness, can you close your eyes next to him at night?"

"How can I use you as an outsider to speculate about my affairs with your Highness!" Wei Yan was extremely angry.

Qing Chen Yurong was cold, her voice faintly cold: "If there is something wrong with Sister Jin, even if His Highness Seven does not pursue it, I will never forgive you! Get away! Do you want me to go into the palace to invite the Queen Mother, or the Queen Mother? "

"You..." Wei Yan was angry, but was pulled by Yin Caiqian, "Didn't the midwife wait, let's sit inside and wait." She winked at Qing Chen as if to make her hurry. Go in.

Qing Chen was taken aback for a moment, but unexpectedly she came to complete the game, but before thinking about it, she walked quickly to the concubine Jin's room.

Although Yin Caiqian was grateful that Qing Chen came to rescue Concubine Jin, her heart was filled with mixed feelings. Which woman in Yige City does not want to marry Ye Tianzhan, but Feng Qingchen does not want to, but she wants to marry that person, but that person only sees her in his heart. She finally waited until Jiqiu and tried her best to threaten her father to go to Lingwang Mansion to propose marriage, but only a few words of refusal from the whole scene. Yinya bit his back and looked at Qing Chen's back.

The autumn wind is tight, and the sky is dark.

Ye Tianzhan got off his horse, threw the reins to the guards, and quickly walked towards the mansion, his cloak was lightly raised, his light armor and sabre sounded all the way, walking hurriedly.

In front of Fang Zhi's door, there was a faint cry of a baby in the room, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were sad and happy.

"His Royal Highness, you are back!" Wei Yan came forward to welcome him with a smile, and took the cloak in her own hand. She was taken aback when she saw his costume, "This is..."

"How is it?" Ye Tianzhan asked.

"From early morning to now, we have been anxious, and I dare not urge you to return to the house." Wei Yan turned and took the hot tea from the maid, "Hurry up and warm up."

"You've worked hard..." Ye Tianzhan smiled gently at her, but suddenly stopped with her outstretched hand, her voice fell off, and her eyes froze over her shoulders.

Wei Yan turned her head and saw Qing Chen stepping out, Ye Tianzhan's eyes were light and gentle, all falling on the white shadow. Her hand holding the tea shook slightly, but she forced a smile on her face.

Under the Qiansha lamp that he had just taken up, Qing Chen held the screen with one hand and bowed his head to the imperial doctor, which he carefully noted down. Qing Chen lifted his eyes in a long breath and looked at Ye Tianzhan's familiar gaze. She suddenly trembled, and the night Tianzhan was in front of her with a long sword in her body, a uniform of armor, and a black battle robe added a rare sense of sharpness to his gentle elegance. The whole person was like a sword in a sheath, deep in the autumn cold.

The 300,000 army treated the coach in a humble manner, and now the dust has finally settled. The military situation is urgent, and he will not sleep for days to arrange and stop, and he will immediately move his troops northward.

The goddess of the emperor has never been biased, and since the beginning of the prince, no one of the kings has worn a battle armor to experience the battlefield. Although not everyone is as powerful as the Lingwang, but they are all usable talents.

He also led troops to flatten the barbarians and suppress border defenses. Ye Tianzhan's military exploits were hidden under the reputation of gentleman and virtuous, almost forgotten.

The illustrious clan behind him does not need him to exile himself to the Wandering Frontier, he already has too much.

It was actually him. Facing this situation, Qing Chen couldn't say anything, and didn't want to say anything. She gambled with Feng Yan, the change of the imperial power of the Celestial Dynasty, the rise and fall of the Feng family, and that only Ye Tian Ling could win this war.

The bones were buried in the blue tomb of the battlefield, and several people fought back in ancient times. If she wins, will Ye Tianzhan's life and life be accompanied?

But she can't lose anyway.

Qing Chen's eyebrows furrowed deeply, and the accumulating accusation stopped on her lips. In front of the two-way eyes that were as clear as the clear sky, red silk was faintly at this time, and he was obviously sleepless all night, full of fatigue.

"Congratulations, your maternal and child are safe." Qing Chen finally whispered.

Ye Tian Zhan regained his senses: "Oh, I'm sorry."

Qing Chen smiled, and then looked towards Wei Yan. Wei Yan lowered her head and covered her eyes, and her expression was surging, and she bowed down. Her voice was soft as the most docile wife: "Congratulations! Your concubine body has been ordered to prepare a perfect soup. Sister Jin has been working hard and needs a lot of nourishment. Yes."

Ye Tianzhan nodded and smiled softly: "You still have the heart."

The rain has stopped and the wind is dying.

"The concubine retires first." Wei Yan Yingying salutes, the palace lantern casts light and dark shadows on her face, only a little red lips can be seen.

The exhaustion of the whole day suddenly hit, and the slight pain in her heart made Qing Chen unable to distinguish between right and wrong. She stabilized her mind, and walked outside before Wei Yan: "It's getting late, Your Highness enters. Take a look, I'm leaving."

The dark clouds have not cleared, and the sky is still dark and oppressive. But it was this cold autumn wind that brought a burst of coolness and relieved the suffocation in my heart.

Qing Chen was exhausted and stood holding the stairs for a while, the golden needle in his hand slightly stabbed his palm through the soft satin.

This busy life is the noble blood of the heavenly family. Before seeing this world, it has been burdened with such entanglements. Is life happiness or sorrow?

In the palaces of King Cham, his gentle and graceful spring breeze captured the hearts of many women. They were crazy for him, he was crazy for them.

Passionateness is always hurt by ruthlessness.

Looking up, that piece of memory in Xianyu Lake with green leaves was hidden under the darkening sky, with stubborn branches and leaves falling into the water.

There was a faint sound of boots behind him, and after a period of silence came a gentle voice: "Qing Chen."

Qing Chen turned his head and saw Ye Tianzhan standing behind him, the handsome Fengshen who was set off by his military uniform, very familiar but strange.

Relatively speechless, he has never seen him alone since he was married to the Ling Palace. At this moment, Qing Chen suddenly went back to a long time ago, near this Xianyu Lake, watching the night sky in the blue shirt suspiciously, smiling lightly.

The smile was very like Li Tang, evoking a lot of emotions, but it also dispelled the haze of pain, the warm wind blowing on the face, the summer shade, layer after layer filled my heart.

In the silence, Ye Tianzhan's eyes fell on the golden needle in Qing Chen's hand, and finally he spoke first: "Your medical skills are getting better and better."

Qing Chen smiled faintly. If Jin Hui is really in danger later, she is fortunate that she has learned a medical skill and can save people's lives: "Sister Jin's vitality is badly injured, and she needs to take care of her. Although the child is safe, she is The fetus was injured and I was still very weak. The imperial doctors in the palace were only mid-stream, so I might as well ask the old genius doctor Zhang Dingshui from Muyuantang to see that his medical skills are the best way to rejuvenate. I just got a bit of teaching from him. ."

"Well, I see." Ye Tianzhan agreed.

After saying these two words, Qing Chen seemed to have nothing to say suddenly. Seeing his body shape with armor and sword half hidden under the long twilight, his throat was sour.

"I'll lead troops out tomorrow." Ye Tianzhan stood a step away and stared at her, his eyes were jade, revealing a quiet contradiction.

"There is not much time, go in and accompany her." Qing Chen whispered.

"You seem to be only thinking about Jin Hui, eager to push me to her side." Ye Tianzhan said in silence.

"You should be thinking about her more than I am." His expression was hidden in the faint twilight, and Qing Chen's eyebrows showed a kind of sadness, "You married her, why did you let her suffer such a grievance? You? It's her husband, she depends on you so much, you should protect her."

Ye Tianzhan seemed to be stunned: "What?" His brows wrinkled involuntarily.

Qing Chen looked into his eyes: "At least, when she needs you most, you should be by her side instead of letting others almost kill her."

A sharp light flashed in Ye Tianzhan's eyes. He looked at Qing Chen, but immediately returned to a tired calm: "I was negligent." The words were a bit of a mockery, as if after that moment of shock, everything was insignificant.

"If Sister Jin has any shortcomings, I will hate you." Qing Chen turned and walked down the steps two steps, and finally turned her head and saw him deeply, "The battlefield is dangerous, you...be careful."

Ye Tianzhan closed his eyes slightly, his as usual smile slowly appeared on his face: "I am very happy to see you before I leave."

With a simple sentence, warm tears rushed into his eyes, and Qing Chen suddenly turned around to avoid his gaze: "Take care." The long skirt flicked and walked away quickly.

The gate of the Cham Palace suddenly became so far away, the discomfort in the chest gradually hit, and the world became darker and darker and spinning.

"Qing Chen!" Ye Tianzhan's anxious voice came. Qing Chen staggered, unsteady, and fell into his support. "What's wrong with you?"

Holding his hand until the dizziness finally passed, Qing Chen shook his head: "It's okay, just tired, I want to go home."

Alone, homeless. What she said in the Palace of King Cham a long time ago recalled suddenly and clearly, something was withdrawn from the bottom of my heart, slowly and painfully. Ye Tianzhan took a deep breath. After all, he failed to keep her and made her home.

But his hand still firmly supported Qing Chen: "I will send you back."

Qing Chen gently let go of his hand: "Someone needs you more than I do. If you marry them, treat them well."

Poor people must have something to hate, and hateful people struggle with love, resentment, and hatred. Isn't it pitiful?

Ye Tianzhan froze slightly, watching Qing Chen turn around and disappear into the darkening night.