Chapter 423 Debt

On the hexagonal attic with double eaves, palace lanterns shine. By candlelight, one can barely see the black bamboo forest outside the pavilion on the second floor under the shadow of night. The shadows are faint, whirling and swaying, and sometimes there are branches and leaves rustling with the wind.

The emperor leaned lightly on the railing, and looked at the woman standing opposite him with folded arms, his phoenix eyes were deep and gloomy.

The little girl who combed her horns back then is now a slim and gentle woman. Her complexion is not very outstanding, but she has a pair of bright eyes, which instantly light up her whole body by two points. She is considered tall among women, and her figure is also excellent. At this time, Yingying was looking at him and smiling, and there was a deep and round dimple on one side of his mouth, which was exquisite and beautiful.

The woman is wearing a princess brocade robe, and a half-opened crape myrtle flower is pinned to the meticulously combed ponytail. The elegant fragrance spread in all directions, and Zong Zhenglin's eyes sank unknowingly.

"It's still made of horseshoe gardenia incense, the only incense you thought was acceptable when you were young. Now that you smell this fragrance, do you feel that Weiyang is standing in front of you, gradually overlapping with the naughty girl in your memory, and you won't feel that Very unfamiliar?"

Fingertips twirled the roses that had just been picked casually, caressing and playing with the branches, eyes full of anticipation.

The woman's voice is warm and soft, especially soothing and soft in the night.

"Waiting on the road and invited here again, Wei Young asked me to promise you something before leaving Beijing?" Zong Zhenglin lowered his eyelids, his eyes fell on the wrench finger, and his eyes flickered.

"Do you still remember? Wei Young thought that the emperor should have forgotten it long ago." With a little force on her fingers, the branch of the rose flower broke in two instantly. The woman smiled dimly and lowered her head slowly.

"Wei Young was young at the time, and I still remember you frowning slightly, breaking Wei Young's hands that were entangled with you. You were already solemn and solemn at that time, and you have an impressive bearing at such a young age."

Thinking of the happiest days in his memory, Princess Weiyang's expression was in a daze for a moment, with nostalgia clearly in his eyes.

"You said that if Weiyang is obedient, you will definitely come to Yangzhou to take Weiyang back to Beijing in person in the future."

"At that time, Wei Young was only looking forward to being with the Sixth Brother, and joked that she would marry you as a concubine when she grew up. You never refused."

Zong Zhenglin's eyes were as deep as ink, and there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in his half-closed phoenix eyes. His eyes fell on her unpainted cheeks, and he didn't answer her words, but asked another question.

"How will the wrist be raised in these years?"

The woman's heart felt hot, and she slowly rolled up her cuffs. On her right hand, there was a hideous scar, coiled around her wrist like a centipede. Against the surrounding white and smooth skin, it looks even more ugly and unsightly.

"The color is much lighter. However, my muscles and bones are frustrated and I can't bear it. Even if I hold a pen, I can only write a few lines, and I can't even develop the strength of the simplest official script. Not to mention the cursive cursive script that you admire most."

Zong Zhenglin frowned upon hearing this. "Shouldn't the jade muscle ointment sent every year be used?" The root bone is seriously injured and cannot be healed, and the scar should not remain until now.

Her face was a little flushed, she lowered her sleeves to cover her wrists, and the woman turned around, as if muttering angrily. "Leaving a scar for you, Wei Young never complained. That's the case, if Wei Young hadn't begged the eldest princess herself, you probably wouldn't have remembered Wei Young at all." Back then, he sacrificed himself to block the knife for him, such a heavy affection, Still can't wait until he is married by the media. It's not that I don't feel disappointed.

Although Wangque Nunnery is deserted, it has a very good reputation in Yangzhou. Every month, the wives and ladies of rich families go to the mountain to pray. For more than ten years, she has always been able to inquire about a few words sporadically.

It is said that he was bestowed a marriage by the emperor, to marry a daughter of the Helian family, a century-old family in Shengjing, who is a daughter of the Helian family.

It is said that he dotes on the concubine in the mansion far better than the concubine.

It is said that his two sons are both descended from the Mu family, and His Highness loves the young master especially.

It is said that once he ascended to the reserve position, under one person, his prestige became more and more serious. Wise and brave, he is admired by courtiers.

It is said that he must inherit the orthodoxy, and he was canonized as the queen of the Helian family in the second month after he ascended the throne.

...

Too many are rumors that she was guarded and could not leave the gate of Wangque nunnery.

From a girl with a dream, she fell into disappointment step by step, and finally became a woman who was no longer young.

"Your Majesty, Wei Young has never regretted it. But Wei Young has complained. I blame you for forgetting the old oath and for leaving Wei Young behind." sad.

The man behind him didn't say a word for a long time, and the movement of stroking the finger became a little faster before he knew it.

The two were separated by a few steps, and the figures on the ground overlapped. The woman stared blankly at the seemingly intimate silhouette, her left hand resting on her right wrist, feeling sore and uncomfortable.

"I owe you." The man responded lightly and fell on his heart, only telling her to clasp her hands tightly as if she had been hit hard.

he's changed.

How could such an arrogant and unyielding person admit that he was ashamed of her so easily! Her voice is so dry that it's hard to say, after all, she left too early and lost more than ten years, how can she blame him for not being what he was before.

Concentrating on the pain in his heart, his eyes were slightly red, and he turned around with a smile on his face.

"Wei Young figured it out a long time ago. Your status is so noble that it is not Wei Young who can match it. When I was a child, the emperor only thought that Wei Young was young and ignorant, and told you to read the joke." She is just an orphan girl, and even the most cherished Her old ancestor has also passed away, and in this world, except for him, there is probably no one to make her miss her.

"The old ancestor had many caretakers in the past, but now he is no longer there, so I ask the emperor to grant Weiyang's plea. Leave Weiyang to temporarily live in the 'Weiyang Palace' back then, and pray for the old ancestor and the late emperor for a while. It is all due to you to fulfill Weiyang How about a filial piety?"

Being pulled by her sleeves like when she was a child, Zong Zhenglin frowned slightly, and with a little effort, he broke free from the woman's entanglement.

"When the emperor frowned impatiently, the tip of the left eyebrow was still slightly raised." The reappearance of such a familiar expression suddenly made her feel a little relieved.

More than ten years after the miss, she was still by his side at the very beginning, the only close playmate he had.

Different from being nervous and apprehensive when she came, on the way back, the woman's footsteps were clearly brisk and joyful.

"Master Wei has disliked Wei Young and is unwilling to escort Wei Young back to the palace?"

Wei Zhen twisted her neck stiffly, seeing that the emperor just gave him a slight wink, her heart instantly turned cold. On the side, Tian Fushan shrank his head, wishing he could hide behind the rockery. This errand clearly offended your master. Give him more courage, other than dodging, he can only secretly hold Wei Zhen wronged.

Returning to Yuxiu Palace a little later than usual, Tian Fushan knocked on the locked palace door on Shumen Shumen Road, he was already numb from the ignorance of the majesty of Long Live God to his noble master.

Emperor Jian'an's face was calm, as if he had been turned away, and it was not Zong Zhenglin's face that fell on him. After stepping into the threshold, only Tian Fushan was left shaking his head looking at the back of Long Live Lord.

The gate of Yuxiu Palace is a barrier, and there are two sets of rules inside and outside the palace. The imperial prestige in the outer room is very heavy, and disobedience cannot be tolerated. Here... Tian Fushan didn't have the guts to find out what happened. Your master's use of means is more frightening than the emperor's one-word decision to kill his life.

Since I went to the cleaning room to freshen and change clothes, and walked around Jinping, I saw a candlestick warmly lit, and occasionally the lights exploded. The villain on the couch wrapped himself up like a cicada chrysalis, not a single strand of hair was exposed.

The emperor took off his outer robe, only wearing obscene trousers, and gently opened the quilt and lay on the outside. Pulling Mu Xiyao's limp and small body into his arms, looking behind him, the little goblin's ears were sparkling and pink, Zong Zhenglin stared for a moment, propped himself up and leaned forward.