Yu Tang Golden Boudoir

Chapter 1 Outskirts of the Capital
On the outskirts of the capital at the beginning of April, there is a vibrant scene of late spring. On Luoyan Mountain not far from Puji Temple, the forests are flourishing, and the birds are jumping from one branch to another, singing happily.

Behind a large hidden bluestone in the middle of the mountain, there is a middle-aged man standing straight, wearing an indigo fine cloth gown that is almost the same color as the bluestone, and a middle-aged attendant stands beside him respectfully with crossed hands. , Some of the soft green grass are lying down with the wind, while others are motionless, where there is a faint cold light flickering.

From the direction of Puji Temple at the foot of the mountain came a few cars with dark blue silk aprons, inconspicuous at first glance, but extremely luxurious at a closer look. There were thirty or forty strong servants on horseback scattered around the car. Feeling relaxed and comfortable, we will reach the foot of the mountain in a short while.

When all the convoy reached the foot of the mountain, suddenly dozens of elite men in black clothes, with their heads and faces wrapped in black cloth, rushed out from the bushes on both sides of the road. With a knife up and down, like chopping vegetables and melons, in the blink of an eye, the entire convoy of people and horses were killed without a complete corpse.

The middle-aged man in the middle of the mountain looked indifferently at the blood flowing into a river at the foot of the mountain.

The man in black standing in the pool of blood made a gesture, and the bushes and trees at the foot of the mountain parted, and a middle-aged man in brocade clothes strode out. The middle-aged man in the middle of the mountain shrank slightly, raised his hand and waved.

From the middle of the mountain to more than ten feet away from the foot of the mountain, hundreds of dead men with sharp knives rushed down the hillside like a gust of wind, and fought with the men in black at the foot of the mountain. Except for the clash of swords, there was no sound in this fight. But it was extremely thrilling, and in just a cup of tea, the dead men ambushing on the hillside killed all the men in black and the middle-aged man in brocade, and began to silently carry the corpses.

The middle-aged man in the middle of the mountain let out a sigh of relief, stomped his feet, turned around and walked up the mountain, and asked indifferently, "Whose team is it?"

"Li Zhongxian, the son of Duke Yong, and his wife, Yan, is the eldest daughter of the Ningyuan Marquis. I heard that they just had a daughter, and they went to Puji Temple to pay their respects." The voice of the middle-aged attendant was very soft, like a girl's.

"daughter?"

"Yes, just full moon, called Li Tian."

"Oh." The middle-aged man replied dryly, and walked up the mountain without looking back.

The Yongguo Mansion was submerged in a vast expanse of whiteness. The Yongguo Duke's son Li Zhongxian, who had been famous since he was a child, won the first place in the examination at the age of 12, and was as handsome as a poplar under the moon. His wife, Yan Shi, whose dowry was rich enough to make people jealous, both died unexpectedly.

Yan's mother, Mrs. Lin of Ningyuan Hou Fulin supported the girl, got out of the car with difficulty, shook off the girl's hand and stopped, took two deep breaths, and walked steadily into the backyard.

In the upper room in the main courtyard, Li Zhongxian's mother, Mrs. Ning, was lying on her back on the kang, staring straight at the ceiling.

Mrs. Lin supported the edge of the kang with one hand, sat down sideways with difficulty, stretched out her hand and patted Mrs. Ning heavily, and said, "Sister, get up! Get up! Isn't it easy for others if you humiliate yourself like this?"

Mrs. Ning sat up slowly, looking at Mrs. Lin with dry eyes: "...Don't worry, I will avenge Xian'er and Wan'er's revenge! Let them rest in peace, you take Tian Tian back, Sister Wan's dowry was also carried back, as well as the things Xian'er used, all for Tian Tian, ​​and if Tian Tian leaves it to you, I have nothing to worry about."

In the Qingtong Courtyard in the back garden of Duke Yongguo’s mansion, Li Zhongchao, the eldest son of the concubine, knelt in front of his father’s bed and kowtowed like garlic: “Father, father, please, please, save Aunt Shen, please save her, she Is the son's biological mother, father, please, son please!"

On the bed, Duke Yong stared at the roof with his eyes out of focus, as if he didn't hear his son's entreaties... Xian'er!My dear son!A sharp pain stabbed straight from Yong Guogong's heart, as if he was being executed by a thousand swords. The son he regarded as his life and loved to the extreme, the son who was amazingly talented and made him extremely proud, Tears kept pouring out from the corners of his eyes, he thought he was numb, why is he still in so much pain... Duke Yong slowly turned his head, looking at the eldest son who was knocked down with blood all over his face, Li Zhongchao hurriedly took two steps on his knees, eagerly He cried eagerly, "Father!"

"You are the eldest son, and from now on, Duke Yong's mansion will be yours..." Duke Yong said dryly, Li Zhongchao looked at his father in astonishment, and Duke Yong looked up at the roof again, tears streaming down his face... Li Zhongchao Kneeling in front of the bed blankly, he let the blood flow down his cheeks, drop by drop on the ground. After an unknown amount of time, Li Zhongchao struggled to get up and swayed out like a paper man.

In the middle of October in the capital, the night is quiet, and the Ningyuanhou Mansion is completely white and quiet. The Rongxuan Courtyard in the middle of the backyard is pitch black and there is no light at all. This is the residence of Mrs. Lin and her granddaughter Li Tian who just died of illness. Mrs. Erlin's coffin lay in the main hall of the front yard. Li Tian stayed in front of her coffin for three days without eating or drinking, and passed out in the evening. The two aunts ordered her to carry her to the lakeside in the back garden. Rest in Ruiyun Pavilion.

The moon is so beautiful today. Li Tian curled up in the artificial cave in the back garden of Rongxuan Hall, tiredly looking up at the moon hanging in the sky like a silver plate. The moonlight was cold and the weather was cold. Li Tian tightened the thick linen cloth The cloak moved around, changed his posture, turned his head and continued to look in the direction of Ruiyun Pavilion in the back garden.

It's not easy to place her anywhere, but she has to be placed in Ruiyun Pavilion, which is surrounded by water on three sides and is surrounded by empty spaces. It is farther away from the mourning hall than Rongxuan hall. This Sima Zhao's heart is naked and shining, and the corners of Li Tian's mouth are pulled down. With a hint of coldness, grandma said that two aunts are a pair of idiots, she is absolutely right, these two aunts were picked by grandma, Li Tian's silent smile is as cold as moonlight, grandma is so powerful, a grandma like this is just amazing Is life not strong?After all, grandma failed to see her grow up and get married... Li Tian's smile gradually became bitter, his chin rested on his knees, and a pang of soreness flooded his heart again.

Grandma walked with her eyes open, she was worried about herself, Li Tian raised her head slightly, and looked at the whirling flowers and trees under the moonlight inch by inch, grandma must be beside her, and I couldn't see her, she must be looking at me, Li Tian Blinking back the tears that welled up in her eyes, she said silently: "Grandma, don't worry, Tian'er will live a good life! Never insult yourself and make others worse!"

A red light suddenly appeared in the back garden, Li Tian's face turned pale all of a sudden, and his eyes stared straight at the red light in the direction of Ruiyun Pavilion. They... really set fire to it!

Li Tian bent down and got out of the fake cave, and ran towards Dicui Tower as swiftly as an elf under the moon.

Grandma's mortuary was finished, and before she was carried out of the Rongxuan courtyard, the eldest uncle Ningyuanhou Yan Chengzhi immediately drove out all the servants in the courtyard, and locked the courtyard door with a big lock. It's a sham, and it's locked just right!Save yourself the trouble of clearing out the yard, she didn't plan to keep this yard at all, this is her and grandma's home, grandma definitely can't tolerate that pair of idiots living in, and neither can she, she has planned it a long time ago, If grandma leaves, she will burn down the yard and take it away with grandma!
In the shadows under the steps of Dicui Building, Li Tian's confidant girl Yingluo was looking around anxiously. Seeing Li Tian rushing over, she hurriedly raised her skirt to meet him. Li Tian asked in a low voice, "Is everything alright?"

"Okay!" Yingluo handed over the fire sickle and velvet tightly clutched in her hand, "Fifth lady, let me do it, you..."

"No need." Li Tian succinctly refused, this is her and grandma's home, she must light this fire herself.

Li Tian took the fire sickle from Yingluo's hand and ordered: "Go to the library and go around to Ruiyun Pavilion." Then, he jumped up the steps briskly, squatted down and carefully lit the fire sickle to make fire, Yingluo agreed in a low voice Without daring to delay, he carried his skirt and ran from the corner door next to him to the library in the northwest corner of the back garden.

Li Tian lit the tinder, shook it slightly, saw the flames rushing up, raised his hand and threw the tinder into the door of the house, immediately turned around and jumped down the steps, the Dicui building was already sprinkled with oil from the door to the inside. When the tinder landed on the ground, a flame lit up inside the door.Li Tian ran out of the corner gate, stopped suddenly, looked back at Rongxuan Yuan, which was already in flames, with tears on his face, bit his uncontrollably trembling lips, turned his head fiercely, and walked along the secluded path beside the wall Run all the way, never look back.

Ruiyun Pavilion and Dicui Building were in flames, and the Ningyuan Hou Mansion was in chaos. Li Tian rushed all the way into the empty mourning hall, and got under the coffin bed, which was covered with soft and thick muslin cushions. He took off his cloak and lay down, reached out and touched the muslin quilt from the corner of the top of his head, pulled it over and kicked off the cover, rubbed his head on the pillow, turned over, breathed evenly, and listened intently to the movement outside.

There was a lot of voices in the distance, but the crackling of lanterns could be heard in the mourning hall.

Grandma was lying on it, and he was lying on the bottom. Li Tian gently scratched the coffin bed above his head with his fingertips. This was his only relative in this world. Li Tian only felt a heart-wrenching pain, not for himself, but It hurts for grandma, people have souls, grandma, you must know by now, I am not your obedient Tiantian, your obedient Tiantian, I left when I fell into the water that time... Li Tian pulled the quilt over his face On, tears flowed sideways.

Mrs. Lin of Ningyuan Houfu, the youngest daughter of Nanning County's royal family, grew up held in the palm of her parents' hands since she was a child. Yan Wenzao, who knew that after ten years of marriage, Mrs. Lin cried a lot and took a concubine for her husband. In the month when the concubine was pregnant, Mrs. Lin unexpectedly had a happy event. She conceived in October. The concubine gave birth to the eldest son of the concubine of the Ningyuan Houfu, the current Ningyuan Hou Yan Chengzhi, and Mrs. Lin gave birth to a daughter, who is Li Tian's mother Yan Wanfang.

During the confinement period, Mrs. Lin had a big quarrel with her husband for some reason, and she collapsed that night. Although her life was saved, she could no longer have children. Husband and wife became enemies. There were more and more concubines in Yan Wenzao's backyard, and sons and daughters were born one after another. Fortunately, Yan Wenzao's life was short. At the age of 38, he became ill and had to attend a funeral. One year, Mrs. Lin was 37 years old, Yan Wanfang and the eldest son Yan Chengzhi were only eight years old.

(End of this chapter)