Rebirth of Qing Xin Fu Yan

Fu Yanqing still went to Hongwenguan with Zhao Mojian as usual these few days, but after looking at the people present, there was still no Zhao Ziyan, and after several discussions in the palace, he gradually lost sight of the sudden emergence of His Royal Highness Nine. Interest.

Fu Yanqing thought that even if Zhao Ziyan would not really get the attention of Emperor Jing, since he had confessed Zhao Ziyan's identity that day, he should give her the most basic treatment. Why hasn't it been so many days? Is it because you are so badly hurt that you can't come to school?

Although Fu Yanqing was in a complicated mood that day, she felt that the child who was always clinging to her and decided to find a way to survive on her own made her a little sigh. But she also knew that Zhao Ziyan was not wrong, and she was really good to her. The feelings of mutual companionship these days can't be wiped out. Five years is enough for people to remember.

At night, Fu Yanqing waited for everyone in the Yunyan Courtyard to fall asleep, and quietly jumped out of the window.

Although Yunyan Academy is remote, it is a royal palace after all, and the guards are by no means idlers. Fortunately, Zhao Ziyan is leading the way, and Fu Yanqing's concealment method is also good. Finally, she left Yunyan Academy without any danger.

Chonghua Palace is considered to be the most exquisite among the many palaces, and has always been the most beloved residence among princes and princes. The surrounding scenery is not inferior to the imperial garden, but Jingdi has never given it to several princes and princes, so it is almost abandoned. Now even if Zhao Ziyan came in, it was very cold and desolate, such a beautiful palace, but it was inferior to Yunyan Courtyard.

Fu Yanqing silently observed in the corner for a long time, no one was guarding the outer hall, and even the palace lanterns were dark. The huge palace did not have much popularity. It was like a cold palace, which made people feel depressing and gloomy.

Although it seemed that it would be effortless to get in, Fu Yanqing was very cautious. After touching the main hall, she saw the two little servants guarding the door, already sleeping together in quilts.

Fu Yanqing walked around to the window and looked at the vague screens. She couldn't help being a little funny. Zhao Ziyan used to crawl her window, but now it's her turn.

Pushing the window and closing it firmly, Fu Yanqing hesitated, but still gently fiddled with the eaves of the window. The movement was very light, but there was a slight sound.

After a long time, there was no movement inside, and Fu Yanqing frowned, feeling that she was too impulsive. He came like this, but it was difficult to see her. While he was thinking, the window suddenly opened. In the night, Zhao Ziyan could be seen wearing a white shirt, looking at her steadily. His eyes were radiant, even though the night was dark, he couldn't hide the brilliance inside. As if the person who had been waiting for a long time finally saw what she wanted most.

Such eager gaze made Fu Yanqing stunned, staring at her to herself, always feeling that her heart was knocked, not heavy, but a little sore. Today's child is almost twelve years old, his stature is beginning to fluctuate, and the whole person is delicate and agile.

Zhao Ziyan's lips trembled, the brilliance in his eyes was buried by the mist, and his low voice was a little condensed: "You...are you coming to see me?"

Seeing her feeling a little agitated, Fu Yanqing stretched out her finger to press on her lips, motioned for her to silence, and immediately jumped into the room.

At the moment when he approached Zhao Ziyan, Fu Yanqing's brows instantly frowned. At this moment, Zhao Ziyan's body was no longer the refreshing taste of the past, but instead was full of blood, mixed with the smell of medicine, which was very strong.

"It's been so many days, your injury hasn't healed yet?"

Zhao Ziyan's expression condensed, and he took a few steps back slightly: "No, it's pretty good, but it's not good."

Naturally, Fu Yanqing didn't believe it. She took out Ye Mingzhu in her arms and looked at Zhao Ziyan's bloodless face in front of her. His eyes flashed and his heart sank: "What's the matter with you?"

With the light of Ye Mingzhu, she suddenly discovered at this moment that the shirt on Zhao Ziyan was not pure white, and many blood stains were drenched through the clothes, which was a bit shocking!

Zhao Ziyan pursed his lips, but did not speak.

Fu Yanqing stretched out her hand and opened her clothes, her eyes were full of frost for a moment, Zhao Ziyan's thin body was covered with different depths of whip marks, crisscrossed and crisscrossed, some flesh turned up, still bleeding.

She couldn't help shaking her hands, gritted her teeth and said, "Is it Concubine Xiao?"

Zhao Ziyan looked at her appearance and nodded, but then laughed, her eyes were shiny, and her pale face was very painful.

"You're still laughing, you can't be stupid."

Zhao Ziyan was still happy: "No, I just thought that you are angry and won't care about me anymore." Although she didn't get along with Fu Yanqing for a long time, she knew that Fu Yanqing was tired of life in the palace and even more disgusted with scheming. , The man of conspiracy. Xiao Guifei, Zhao Mojian and the others, too, and she herself has to do the same. So she will accept herself, a large part of which is that she has hardly participated, and more of them are victims. But her behavior that day was obviously the same as Zhao Mojian and the others.

Fu Yanqing was a little surprised, and then calmly said: "Why are you angry? What you did is not wrong. But you are too reckless. If you suddenly force your head like this, your majesty may not value you, but anger..."

"no."

Zhao Ziyan suddenly interrupted Fu Yanqing's words. She frowned, her face flushed a little, and her expression aggrieved.

"What?" Fu Yanqing was taken aback.

Zhao Ziyan gritted his teeth: "I didn't come out because the calculations were done. You pushed that person away, like that, I'm afraid you will get hurt."

Fu Yanqing's breathing was stagnant, and she watched Zhao Ziyan continue to bow her head and said, "I did it later because I didn't know what to do." She paused, and looked up at Fu Yanqing: "He has never seen me before, nor will he Care about me, maybe...maybe saved him, there is still a glimmer of hope. But...but even if there is no such thing, I will attract his attention. I don't want to be Zhao Mojian's stand-in forever, I don't want to be bullied by Xiao Guifei and others ."

She sniffed: "If I can live like the emperor brothers and others, and enjoy the right to be an emperor heir, I can protect the people I want to protect. You...you don't like to live this kind of life, I will I know. If I can be more powerful and can truly become your Highness, you don't have to follow her, and you don't have to smile at her and call her A Jian."

Fu Yanqing didn’t know how to react. She looked straight at Zhao Ziyan, who was standing in front of her. The child was half a head shorter than her, and she was really not a teenager. Unexpectedly, there is such a hot heart in such a child's heart.

She thought she was just in pain and found a touch of comfort and warmth. That's why she was so attached to her and worked hard to maintain this relationship. However, she did not expect that she had regarded her so seriously. She thought she just wanted to obtain the status of His Royal Highness Nine, but she did not expect that the reason was actually her.

But, would Zhao Ziyan really be such a person? The Nine His Royal Highness, who is indifferent to everyone, with sharp and gloomy methods, will be able to get along with each other for five years because of a life-saving grace, and achieve this point? Since she can come to this early and follow Concubine Xiao, it is impossible for her to not know why Zhao Mojian wants to catch up with the Southwest Palace, then she really wouldn't be like Zhao Mojian...

Her eyes fell on the serious Zhao Ziyan, and she felt guilty for her own thoughts. Zhao Mojian would be like this. To a large extent, it was planned by Concubine Xiao Xiao. How could Zhao Ziyan, a helpless twelve-year-old child, think about it so far. And she couldn't help but remember that when Zhao Ziyan rushed out that day, she was indeed nervously guarding her behind.

"I'm sorry." Fu Yanqing suddenly felt a little sad. When did she become like this? She didn't dare to believe it and hurt herself.

Zhao Ziyan was a little apprehensive: "You don't need to say I'm sorry, I'm not good." She whispered a little: "Then... in the future, can we still be the same as before?"

Fu Yanqing's eyes softened and smiled, "Naturally."

When Zhao Ziyan saw her smile rarely, he was even more overjoyed: "You look good when you smile."

Fu Yanqing laughed a little, unexpectedly being praised by a child.

"Does the wound hurt so much?"

Zhao Ziyan shook his head: "I've been on medicine, it's nothing."

"I'll show you again. I'm afraid I can't deal with the back." After giving her the medicine again, Fu Yanqing whispered: "It seems that after meeting you, you have been hurting all the time."

Zhao Ziyan turned his head: "It's the same if I didn't meet you, but no one would give me medicine."

Fu Yanqing moved for a while and rubbed her head. The movements were full of pampering, so that Zhao Ziyan flushed.

"Did you say anything to your Majesty that day, and how did he react? Why is Concubine Xiao still so rampant?"

Zhao Ziyan's eyes darkened, and then he said relaxedly: "He was just curious about where I learned this skill."

"Did you tell him the truth?"

"No, I dare not tell the truth. He loves Zhao Mojian, but he has never seen me. If he says, he will not be the master for me. On the contrary, Xiao Guifei will not let me go. I just said, Xiao Guifei let me Practice martial arts with Sister Seven Emperors."

"An'er, sometimes I don't think you look like a child." Fu Yanqing said after a moment of silence.

Zhao Ziyan rolled his eyes and smiled slyly: "Qing'er is not like that, you are only two years older than me, but you are much better than Zhao Mojian and others."

It was the first time that Fu Yanqing heard her call herself, but was called Qing'er by a little kid. Nothing was right. She reached out and knocked her on the head: "Naughty, I know I'm two years older than you, who would allow you to call me Qing..." "This name is really numb, she can't say it herself.

Zhao Ziyan came over and blinked his eyes: "What's that called? Aqing, um, it doesn't sound good. Yanqing, it's too strange, I don't want it. Changning, it's a title, they call it, and I don't want to call it either."

Seeing her lovely appearance, Fu Yanqing also played a little bit, pretending to be serious and pinched her soft cheeks: "Then, scream sister."

Zhao Ziyan's face flushed, but he said awkwardly: "I don't want to call your sister."

Fu Yanqing was teasing, and said solemnly: "Okay, if you don't call it, don't call it, but I won't call your name in the future, and I won't be allowed to turn my window at night."

Zhao Ziyan was anxious: "How can you do this?"

"Why can't I do this?"

"..." Zhao Ziyan screamed for a long time and couldn't tell why, then twisted and said: "Then... I call you sister Qing'er, and you can't pass it anymore."

Fu Yanqing squinted his eyes, "Hey, come and listen?"

Zhao Ziyan held back for a long time, and then called out like a faint mosquito: "Sister Qing'er."

Fu Yanqing was in a good mood, with a rare childish smile. Zhao Ziyan saw her smiling happily, feeling unwilling in her heart, and eventually all turned into a smile.

On November 20 of the 17th year of Jingtai, the king of Beiliang, Ju Quyan, led his envoys back to the country. Before leaving, he specifically asked Changning County Lord and His Highness Jiu for their life-saving grace. It is said that young heroes, Daxia talents, give them a pair of daggers.

Juqu Yannianfang was nineteen, and he was quite loyal. On that day, Fu Yanqing and Zhao Ziyan were young, but they protected him when the assassin shot. Although it was because of his special identity, they were quite loyal to him. Have a good impression.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Ju Quyan laughed: "Xiao Wang has gained a lot when he enters Beijing this time. He has seen the prosperity of Daxia Kyoto and also met many interesting people. Changning County Lord and His Royal Highness Jean Xiao Wang was even more impressed. The two saved Xiao Wang's life. These two daggers were made by my famous person in the North Liang Dynasty. I would like to express my respect and hope to laugh."

Fu Yanqing looked at the dagger in his hand, but it was one foot long, made of fine iron, and the intricate carvings on the handle were exquisite and beautiful. She stretched out her hand and pulled out the dagger. Unlike Da Xia's dagger, it was single-edged, more like a small scimitar. The sun fell on the knife, glowing with a burst of light, faintly cold, and it was indeed a good thing.

"Good knife, Xie Prince's kindness, but Changning and His Royal Highness are disrespectful."

Ju Quyan seemed to be very happy: "The princess should be really happy, but it's a pity that Xiao Wang can't stay for long, but... if your Royal Highness and the princess have the opportunity to come to Beiliang in the future, Xiao Wang will definitely welcome it."

Zhao Ziyan has always had little expression in front of people. At this moment, facing Ju Quyan, he faintly nodded: "Assassin, the father said that the mastermind is still unclear, and the prince should be careful on the road."

Hearing that, Ju Quyan's eyes fell on Zhao Ziyan, who didn't have much sense of existence. Thinking about her performance on that day and the strange behavior of Emperor Jing, he was always very curious. The Nine His Royal Highness did not seem to be simple. He saluted, and Ju Qu Yan said loudly, "Xiao Wang understands, I'm leaving."

After Ju Quyan left, Zhao Ziyan handed the dagger to Fu Yanqing: "You can keep it for me."

Fu Yanqing also understood what she meant: "Okay, it's time to go back. Your Majesty has let you into the Hongwen Hall, and it will at least be better in the future."

"Um...Zhao Ziyan."

Fu Yanqing was taken aback when he heard it, and Zhao Ziyan said again: "He... gave me the name."

Fu Yanqing's expression is complicated: "It sounds very nice."

Zhao Ziyan pursed his lips, Zhao Qi'an may only be thinking about it forever, but Zhao Ziyan is also very good, at least Fu Yanqing said it sounds good.