Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 1438 Fan Wang in Memory
Thinking of this, the carriage was about to pass by Yinzhen, I waved my hand at him lightly, Yinzhen was still sitting upright and watching, with the same expression of despair on his face.

Gradually, Yinzhen's figure was thrown to the back, and then I put down the car curtain and leaned back on the seat gently, falling into Tinglu's arms.

Ting Lu hugged me with one arm, opened the curtain at the back with the other and looked back, and said softly: "I think Brother Si is a person who values ​​love and righteousness. Our departure will hit him hard."

Hearing this, I took a look at the back, and Yinzhen had already returned accompanied by his entourage. His horse speed was very slow, giving off a very heavy feeling. "why?"

"Think about it, the fourth elder brother usually spends the most time with us. This time, the friends around him will be affected. The elder brother and the others are far away in Xinjiang. Chang An and we will also be away for several months. Chang Xiao was sent to He went elsewhere, now he has nowhere to go when he leaves the palace..."

As soon as Jing Tinglu said it, I suddenly thought of this, no wonder I always feel that Yinzhen's eyes are very sad, and now I feel that he deserves more sympathy.

"The situation we are facing is not very good, but compared with the fourth elder brother, it is better than him if all the friends are together anyway." I sighed.

"Okay, let's not worry about other people's affairs, and we have to plan for ourselves in the future." Ting Lu hugged me hard, and I hugged him very attached, and said softly: "We can leave at ease." , the child has been entrusted to the mother, and the affairs of the house have been settled, there is nothing for me to worry about."

Ting Lu kissed my face tenderly, "Without the burden, we can concentrate on dealing with that Fan Wang who killed tens of millions. Hey, do you really have no impression of that Fan Wang?"

I thought hard, trying to search for people and things related to Xinjiang and Fanwang in my chaotic and complicated memories. When I was thinking about it, Ting Lu held my hand and rubbed it gently.Thinking about it, I seemed to catch a vague impression, "The last time I went to the Qianqing Palace to meet the emperor, I saw the emperor sending out the Xinjiang envoys. The ethnic minority costumes seemed familiar to me, as if I had seen them somewhere before. ..."

I thought hard, and gradually, the past events deposited in the depths of my mind were awakened and resurfaced.

(End of this chapter)