I painted red makeup for Hou Ye

Chapter 87
It's just that he didn't expect to meet Fu Yao, let alone her and other gentlemen.

He knew that the moment he was about to marry Yang Ruowan, it was impossible for him and Fu Yao.But when it came to this day, seeing someone else beside her, he always felt dull in his heart.

Who was that man just now? It doesn't look like he is a son of a family, and he doesn't know much about martial arts. How can he be worthy of Fu Yao?

He just felt that things were unfair.

Fu Yao was unaware of his inner thoughts.

The next day, after Cui Xuan woke up, she received the prescription sent by someone sent by Fu Yao, and after a moment of silence, she ordered someone to put it away.

She opened the door and walked out, only to see snow dripping down the eaves.There is no difference between snow water and rain water, but it is cooler than rain water, and the ice penetrates the warm jade-like palm of a girl.

The white silk hanging on the eaves fluttered with the wind. She looked around and saw that the scene was no longer on the original plane tree.

I heard that his leg bones were broken by someone earlier, so he must be recuperating at Ji Yun's place now.

In the study room of the imperial palace, the prince sat at the table looking at the memorial in his hand, but kept a straight line between his eyebrows.After he returned to the palace this morning, he stayed in the imperial study room to review the papers, but he couldn't read a single word, and many things from before were lingering in his mind.

"Your Highness, it's already time, let's have a bowl of ginseng soup." A weak voice came from beside my ear.

The crown prince turned his head, and there was a little servant with delicate eyebrows and eyes.

The prince nodded, a little surprised in his words: "Three hours have passed."

He seemed a little hungry, took the ginseng soup and drank it down.

After the little servant bowed and saluted, he left with the medicine bowl.

As soon as he walked out, his feet slipped and he almost fell.

The guards at the side hurriedly supported him, "Be careful what you do, I won't spare you if you disturb His Highness."

The servant's dark yellow sleeve brushed the man's hand, "I know my mistake."

The guard nodded in satisfaction, "Go down."

The servant hurriedly left with a celadon cloud pattern soup bowl, "Yes."

At noon, thin sunlight appeared above the imperial study room, and the golden light shone on the frosty white robes of the guards.According to the regulations, the guards of the Wei Dynasty should wear dark red, embroidered with snake and python cloud patterns.It's just that it's the national mourning period, no matter who it is, they are not allowed to wear bright red clothes, and they are not allowed to hold banquets or weddings, they have to wear plain clothes.

Ji Yun was also wearing frosty white clothes, and walked slowly towards the imperial study.

"Master Hou."

The servants and guards guarding the door hurriedly bowed to salute.

Ji Yun: "Is His Highness the Crown Prince inside?"

"Yes."

Ji Yun didn't speak any more, just opened the door and walked in.

After a while, there was a sound of a cup breaking.

"Your Highness, Lord Marquis?"

People outside the door asked questions, but there was no sound from inside.

Everyone looked at each other, and heard another voice: "It's nothing, the cup just fell on the floor."

This was Ji Yun's voice, "Slave, let's go in and tidy up." Eunuch Li, the great eunuch next to the late Emperor, asked openly.

"No, the Marquis has important matters to discuss with His Highness." Ji Yun said again.

After hearing this, everyone stopped talking.

After half a stick of incense, Yang Rongguo came over, "Is His Highness inside?"

Seeing this, the guards quickly responded: "Master Hui, Your Highness and Master Hou are inside."

Yang Rongguo laughed twice, "That's just right."

After finishing speaking, he opened the door and walked to the royal study.Before the white crane pattern boots were buried in the imperial study, the old man over eighty staggered a few steps, and then shouted loudly: "Ji Yun, what are you doing!"

While Eunuch Li supported him, he also saw the situation inside.

The prince's eyes were tightly closed, and he had already collapsed on the ground, and his white clothes were also stained with blood.But Ji Yun was squatting beside him, with a pair of knuckle hands tightly clutching the skirt of his chest.Hearing Yang Rongguo's voice, there was a burst of panic on his face, "Master Xiang, Your Highness has been poisoned, please pass on to the imperial physician."

Yang Rongguo pointed at him tremblingly with his fingers and said, "You dare to kill the king, come and take him down!"

The guards rushed in like crucian carp crossing the river, pointing at Ji Yun with long swords.He was stunned for a moment and then asked: "It's you who killed the king!"

Yang Rongguo laughed loudly, "Hahahahaha, what evidence do you have?
To tell you the truth, the entire imperial palace is under my control now, and now that this little beast is dead, you have to die too. The great Wei's country should also change its surname! "

At the same time, the palaces have been strictly guarded, not even a fly can fly out of the huge palace.

Concubine Yan Gui sat on the beauty bed, stared blankly at the guard outside the door, pursed her lips without saying a word, and continued to look at the poem in her hand.

"Looking at Cenyang and looking at Jipu, crossing the great river and raising spirits." What she was reading was Chuci, and she has been reading this poem since the accident in the Yan family.Never stop.

Fuling on the other side finally couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty, there are so many people guarding the door, how can you keep watching?"

Concubine Yan Gui: "So what if we can't stand it anymore, can we leave?"

She glanced at the guards at the gate of the palace, all of them were tall and tall, even the hundreds of maids and eunuchs in her palace could not stand against them.

Fuling felt depressed for a while, life and death were at stake, and she wasn't in a hurry?Is this ready to meet the Buddha?

She was not the personal maid brought by Concubine Yan Gui from the mansion.The maid brought by Concubine Yan had died of illness five years ago, and even though Fuling had been with her for more than five years, and even though Concubine Yan had entrusted Fuling to handle all matters big and small, she still couldn't see her. understand this master.

She always doesn't talk to other people, and often sits alone in a daze.For any palace banquet, she would complain of being sick.Even when the Yan family was convicted, she didn't cry, she just sent a letter to Ms. Yan San.Others said that she was cold-blooded and didn't even care about the life and death of her father's family members.But Fuling knew that she was not such a person. Concubine Yan Gui was kind to her servants, she was definitely not that kind of cold-blooded person, but she was indifferent to the death of her own family, which was so strange.

Concubine Yan Gui looked at the entrance of the hall again, now that Yan Qing is protected by Yan Lu, she has nothing to worry about.Needless to say, Yan Lu, no matter who the future emperor is, she believes that he can be reused.

Jinyiwei is a knife that everyone wants to use.No warrior will struggle with a sharp weapon.

Concubine Yan Gui sighed in her heart, she was destined to die, but she still wanted to see him.

I haven't seen him for 13 years. In my memory, he is still the boy with red tassels and silver armor.

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(End of this chapter)