Rebirth of Qing Xin Fu Yan

Sitting in the study, Zhao Ziyan looked at an unfolded letterhead in his hand, with a slightly indifferent expression. After that, he held the letter in his hand with a little luck, and when he released it, only one hand was left with debris.

She picked up the pen and re-written the letter, carefully packed the letter, and after it was sealed with fire paint, she lightly slapped her palm three times. In a blink of an eye, a ghostly black shadow fell in front of her, without saying a word, one knee fell towards Zhao Ziyan.

Zhao Ziyan handed the letter to him, and slowly opened his mouth: "You are in the world, and you know more about the world than I do. It is most suitable for you to leave this matter to you. Staring at Falling Shadow Villa, if When you see a suspicious person coming and going, let me know immediately, and just follow the letter."

The black shadow respectfully took it, bowed, and left the window quietly. This person came to her suddenly when she was sixteen, saying that she was ordered by others to respect her as Lord in the future. At first Zhao Ziyan didn't dare to believe it easily, but it was so cold and cold, but these people helped her several times when she was doing things for Zhao Mojian, which caused her quite a headache.

After several contacts, Zhao Ziyan found that he couldn't get rid of it, so Zhao Ziyan pushed the boat along. Later, it turned out that these people were actually the people in the daunting ghosts of the world. The ghost tower is really well-deserved in the arena. Not only does it come and go without a trace, it is like a ghost, but it also acts like a ghost. When they are staring at it, it really enters the Yan Luo Temple and will never die. If it weren't for the fact that the ghost building has always been low-key, and rarely intervenes in the arena, I am afraid it will cause panic.

Zhao Ziyan understands that the people in the ghost building will not come to her for no reason, but no matter how inquiring, they are silent. However, this kind of rigid character who refused to say a few more words to the death made Zhao Ziyan finally let go of his heart. At least, these people would basically not deal with the court, and she was just using people, and this kind of power was against her. In other words, the absolute advantages outweigh the disadvantages. As for why she was the exception, she has also felt a trace so far.

Thinking of the news just now, she couldn't help but think of that person. For so many days, there is no news from her at all. Ten of the things she got that night were fake, and she didn't know if she knew it.

Just as she was in a daze, the guard's voice came from outside the door: "I have seen His Royal Highness Seven!"

Zhao Ziyan's eyes condensed, and when he got up, Zhao Mojian pushed the door and walked in, looking at her with a deep and unpleasant expression.

The two guards saw Zhao Ziyan and hurriedly whispered: "Your Highness." The expression on his face was a little worried.

Zhao Ziyan whispered softly: "Go down, don't come here without my instructions."

"Yes!" The two of them couldn't stand the pressure of the two, and withdrew in relief.

"Why did your Highness come here?"

Zhao Mojian snorted coldly, and a bright face was covered with dark clouds: "What is the matter, don't you know? Why, now the wings are really hard, and they don't look like the only one before?"

"Zi Yan dare not."

"Don't dare? I ask you, did you let the Li Yushi family go away privately before! And Yu Lao, I left with you to Biyu Pavilion that day, and there was no trace again. Don't tell me the magic camp!"

Zhao Ziyan lowered her eyes: "It was an accident that someone in the Li family escaped. As for Yulao, she...she shouldn't lie to me."

"Lie, haha...Zhao Ziyan, you forgot that you are in my eyes, just like her, you are my slave." Zhao Mojian smiled openly and disdainfully, and then a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She paced slowly, and between her slender fingers, a purple vial was randomly played with by her. She raised her hand and the porcelain bottle fluttered between her fingers. There was a smile on her face, and her tone was joking: "If I remember the day correctly, today is half a month old. I don't know you, the emperor sister, how good is your body?"

Zhao Ziyan raised his head slightly, his gaze glided across Zhao Mojian's face, and he glanced at the vial casually, his black eyes were neither sad nor happy, as if he didn't care about what Zhao Mojian said.

After seeing her disguised submissive weakness, Zhao Mojian couldn't help but get angry when seeing her calm and self-sufficient appearance. A chill appeared in the eyes, but the corners of her mouth raised higher: "Yes, the emperor sister looks good, and I don't need this."

After that, she flicked her finger and shook the cork open, and her right hand slowly poured down, and a stream of milky white liquid ran down randomly.

Zhao Ziyan watched as the vial emptied completely in Zhao Mojian's smile, and finally a trace of emotion appeared on his calm face. Zhao Mojian smiled and threw the empty bottle on the ground, then turned and strode away.

Zhao Ziyan lowered her head, her long black hair hung down her temples, covering half of her face. Until the night is approaching. She curled up slightly, pressing her white fingers on her heart, and then slowly tightening her hand, with blue veins appearing on the back of her hand.

In the end, she half-kneeled on the ground and put her left hand on the mahogany chair, leaving deep finger marks on it. The slightly thin body kept trembling, and the voice of pain that couldn't be suppressed overflowed from the closed teeth. In this empty room, it seemed miserable and sad.

After spending a few days in Yuanji Town in the outer suburbs of the capital, Fu Yanqing felt a little uneasy. The days passed, and now they are safe and sound, but she is always worried about Zhao Ziyan. That somewhat stubborn little guy, who has been like that since childhood, seemed to bow his eyebrows to Zhao Mojian's mother and daughter. Some things, she would rather be punished, have to do, just like this time...

Looking at the warm light outside the window, Fu Yanqing pushed the door and walked out of the yard, saying: "Fu Yang!"

"Master, what do you call your subordinates"? Fu Yang hurriedly greeted him and replied respectfully.

"We have been in the capital for several days. You go to the capital to see how the situation is. This time we have made a mistake. We have to change our plan. We must first fight in the capital to stand firm. The sooner the better."

"Yes, the subordinate understands."

"That's right." Seeing Fu Yang turned around and was ready to leave, Fu Yanqing hurriedly stopped him, looking at his somewhat puzzled appearance, her face became more and more solitary: "Remember to inquire about the situation of several princes and princes in the next dynasty, especially Prince Yu, And... the nine emperors who have been with her."

Fu Yang looked at Fu Yanqing, who seemed a little strange, and was a little puzzled. For so many years, he had become accustomed to the calm and calm appearance of his master Gu Jing Wubo. But just now, although he was still deserted, he always felt a little unnatural.

It's just that after following Fu Yanqing for so many years, he knows exactly what to ask and what not to ask. Just responded and left quickly.

In the evening, Fu Huai hurried back. Fu Yanqing was holding a book, and she was fascinated. Seeing him come in, she immediately put down the book: "What, what's the situation?"

There was a hint of eagerness in her tone, and Fu Yang did not delay: "Master, the capital is very peaceful, and Prince Yu's Mansion seems to have given up searching. I met Commander Xue Da, and met with him. He said that the emperor had recently sent seven My Highness went to raise military expenses, and I didn’t have time to come."

"What about the others?"

Fu Yang was stunned, and then said: "The four princes and the seventh princes have been facing tit-for-tat recently. They were locked up because of a dispute in the palace before. The other few did not move much. As for the nine princes, who had a weak sense of existence, they said they were sick. No, I didn’t go to the DPRK in these two days."

"Sick?" Fu Yanqing's face changed slightly and her tone of voice was also a little strange.

"Yes, master, but what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Fu Yanqing got up and walked a few steps back and forth, then turned around and said: "Fu Yang, you guys get ready, we will enter Beijing tomorrow."

"Master, are we going to find Master Li?" Fu Yang hesitated and continued: "Although Master Li and the prince have had a fateful acquaintance, the current His Majesty has a lot of suspicion about the prince, and Master Li is a heavy court minister. These years have also ended in correspondence, in case he..."

Fu Yanqing smiled slightly and said, "Yes, Xiaojiang Fu, who used to be a reckless man, can now be well thought out."

Fu Yang's face blushed: "The master must not tease his subordinates."

"You are right, but I believe my father. He mentioned Lord Li to me before and guessed that I would ask him for help. If he is not completely sure, my father would not be so rash. However, be careful. The Wannian Boat, Xue commanding us can be trusted, maybe we can let him test it before we make a decision."

"Master is brilliant!"

Early in the morning of the next day, Fu Yanqing and Fu Yang, and Luo Yin, dressed as masters and servants, drove into the capital in a carriage.

Changyang Street is still bustling and bustling, with vendors and shops busy, and the slightly noisy capital, with people coming and going, demonstrates its incomparable prosperity.

The last time I came, it seemed a little rushed. Fu Yanqing sat on the carriage, raised the curtains, and quietly looked at this strange and familiar place. The bright sunshine cast shadows all the way, and the sound of horse hooves coiled on the bluestone slab, heading towards Xue Mansion.

The carriage was parked in front of a mansion. The mansion was a bit old, and the stone lions on both sides were a bit stripped, but it was difficult to conceal its prestige. Fu Yanqing adjusted her clothes, went up and gave a slight salute to the two cold-faced guards: "Two eldest brothers, please inform the leader of Xia Xue, and Su Jin will come to meet by appointment."

The soldier Ding slightly glanced at the three of her. The headed woman was dressed in a blue dress. Her face was not stunning, but she stood there quietly, with a pair of glass-like eyes with a silky smile, looking at them slightly. . A man and a woman stood behind him, waiting silently, obviously not ordinary people.

The look motioned to another person, who immediately entered the mansion. After a while, a mighty man in a dark black military uniform strode out, with a beard, and a pair of tiger eyes on his resolute face.

Seeing Fu Yanqing, he looked eagerly, and after a moment of stunned laughter, "Xiao Jin'er, I haven't seen him for so many years, she has grown up from a young girl to a big girl."

"Uncle Xue, you are still the same as you are, and your prestige is still undiminished."

"Haha, I'm old, what's better than it was back then. Come, come in." He took Fu Yanqing into the mansion, and then said loudly: "Old Chang, my niece is here, and quickly order the kitchen to cook good dishes and make my altar The old bamboo leaves are blooming!"

With a smile on his face, Lao Chang ran away.

Fu Yanqing smiled lightly: "I remember Uncle Xue's love for wine since I was a child. This time I brought the carved plum wine brewed over there from home. When I take the time, I will ask Ayang to bring it to you."

Xue Heng's eyes lit up when he heard it, "Xiao Jin'er, you still understand me."

When the back kitchen prepared the food and drink, Xue Heng stepped back, accepting his previous casual and rough appearance, and said seriously: "Xiao Jin'er, are you ready to do it?"

Fu Yanqing nodded: "Uncle Xue, your majesty today is very suspicious. Even if the father retreats here, in recent years, the private officials of the Southwest Palace have been dismissed to varying degrees. The eyeliner guards of Dali Prefecture are also invincible. Enumerate. Sooner or later, the West and the North will go to war. Suddenly, I don't know whether Father King can avoid it."

After that, she sighed slightly: "Moreover, to say something disrespectful, I am afraid that your majesty today will not last long." She remembered that in her previous life, Emperor Jing died in the spring of next year.

"Why do you say this!" Xue Heng widened his eyes in surprise.

"It is said that your Majesty has been obsessed with refining golden cores over the years?"

"Yes, it is said that in order to cure His Majesty's chronic illness, His Highness went around looking for medicine, and then invited the immortal." Xue Heng frowned, and then said in surprise: "You mean, there is a problem with the golden core?"

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, no one can do anything about it. Throughout the ages, the emperor and marquis have hoped on the medicine, but there have been people who have really lived for a hundred years. That kind of thing is just grabbing the only remaining essence of people, and taking it over time, It is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst."

Xue Heng nodded. Although he is a vulgar person, he still sees some things clearly. He looked at Fu Yanqing with some worry: "I know the nature of you and your father very well. I won't covet that position. , Then how can the disaster of the Southwest Palace be avoided?"

Fu Yanqing's eyebrows twisted slightly: "The heart of the emperor is the most unpredictable. Once the doubt is settled, whether you retreat or advance, in his eyes you have ulterior motives. Although the father wants to remove his armour, the Southwest Palace is immortal. Wang Weixin is here. The 300,000 army in the west has followed his father in the South and North for more than 20 years. This kind of influence cannot be solved by death."

"Then Xiao Jiner is... ready to support the new emperor?"

Fu Yanqing nodded slightly.