Rebirth Palace Chaos

Chapter 78

The clear and intoxicating aroma of wine wafts leisurely from the Xinghua Tower in the west of the city.

Every night when I rode my horse out of the palace, I would have a drink upstairs.

It's not that this Hualou is so good at brewing wine, it's just that I'm used to it.

People in the world don't know that the romantic Ning Wulang they are talking about is actually such a nostalgic person.

Snow fell in the capital again, just like every cold winter.

Childhood memories are always associated with the white snow.

He and his brothers went over the wall to Mr. Wang's house to pick apricots, but they took away a precious golden orchid tree.

Every window in Xishi, south of the city, has the marks of my small wooden slingshot.

No matter how my father punishes me, I still do my own thing. Before I was seven years old, I was a well-known bully in the south of the city.

But I also know that apart from being naughty by nature, there is another point, which is inherently unique.

My father is a hereditary marquis, and my brothers and I have a noble lineage from birth.

My father taught me since I was very young that the children of the Ning family are different from others. When you grow up, you will be noble people who will follow the emperor.

For a five-year-old child, the temptation of the emperor is far less important than a wooden sword.

In a person's life, there are always some things that seem to be born with him. For me, they are like wine and horses.

At the age of ten, at the age when other children were fighting for a sugar man, I was already able to ride a horse around the city by myself.

The naughty childhood, with the passage of time, has crossed my already tall and straight figure.

While people were chatting and laughing, they suddenly realized that the little overlord who committed all kinds of crimes back then now has the unruly look of a young prince.

Proficient in civil and martial arts, this is a family rule passed down from generation to generation by our Ning family, regardless of gender.

The white beard master invited by my father was the number one scholar 40 years ago. Although I was not diligent, I could get twice the result with half the effort. After three or two years, my father resigned from him and hired someone else.

As for the literature class, I am just well-behaved, not to mention loving.

But the romantic words and phrases of chanting the wind and the moon and seducing young girls are easy to come by. If you don't have a few tricks to seduce people, how can you gain a foothold among the princes and nobles?
Therefore, in every restaurant in the capital, there are traces of me, and stories of good wine and confidante.

Different from the indifference of the literature class, my enthusiasm for martial arts made my father very pleased.

He selected dozens of people, and finally chose Su Fu, who was recognized as the Minister of the Ministry of War by being the second place in the military test.

In the end, I was young and frivolous, my heart was higher than the sky, and I didn't care about anyone. The pride in my bones made me instinctively dismiss this so-called second place.

On the first day when I arrived at the Su Mansion to practice martial arts, I was an hour late, when I led a white horse and appeared in front of the Su Mansion in a splendid attire.

But Su Fu didn't say a word, no complaints, no anger, no blowing his beard and staring like that old champion with white beard.

This made me even more proud, but this pride was gone when I returned home in the evening.

Under the scorching sun, I carried two buckets of water on my shoulders, and my legs were tied into horse steps, trembling uncontrollably.

Sweat drenched three layers of clothes, and there were bead-sized beads running down his forehead, leaving a large pool of water on the ground.

The original proud image has long since been thrown away, only the instinct of the body and the unyielding energy are barely supporting it.

I have been respected since I was a child, and I have never suffered any hardships, but right here, in the quiet backyard of the Su Mansion, I have tasted the smell of sweat for the first time in my life. It turns out that it is so dry, salty and bitter.

The sun finally turned to the west, and the two loads of water buckets on my shoulders had been dried by the scorching sun. It seemed that I could no longer feel the existence of my legs. My muscles were trembling and clamoring. I didn’t care about my image. I lay on my back, panting. Like a cow.

Su Fu just came over and silently put the bucket back in place, he said, what one depends on for a hundred years of life is by no means a noble background, nor a good skin, those are the gifts of God, not considered skills.If you want to be an upright man, be Ning Wenyuan, not the fifth son of Grand Duke Ning, you must have real ability to stand up to the bragging.

Su Fu squeezed my convulsed arm, turned around and left without saying a word.

Under the sky, I sat on the ground and swore to myself that one day, I would teach him to look at him differently!

Standing up with force, he fell back to the original place. After several attempts, he took a few steps.

I hate myself for not being strong enough, I wish I could fly on a horse and run for dozens of miles to vent my uselessness!
So much so that when the pink girl with the horn bun gave me the handkerchief, I threw it on the ground with a lot of backbone, and shook my fist at her viciously, and walked away quickly, or I will grab your candied haws!
It was only later that I found out that the pink and round little girl was the eldest daughter of the master, and her baby name was Yan'er.

A few years later, when my martial arts became more and more sophisticated, I finally understood that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky.

How naive I was back then.

It is true that people are not frivolous and waste youth.Perhaps, if he hadn't been angry at the beginning, he wouldn't be famous in Kyoto today.

Practicing martial arts is like being a human being. Now that I think about it, what I have learned in the Su family for several years is an inexhaustible wealth in my life.

A teacher is like a father, and his character, talent and learning are all admirable!There are birds that don't fly, soar into the sky, and birds that don't sing, make a blockbuster. What he lacks is an opportunity, just like me.

The years are so quiet and long, I practice swords in the garden all day, the snow falls and the flowers fly, the peach blossoms and the willows are green, spring and autumn for several years.

Under the bright sun, Yan'er would sit leisurely in the small pavilion with a small fan and play with flowers and butterflies, or follow me sweetly, begging me to pick a spring peach blossom for her.

I stroked her little bun, and couldn't bear to refuse.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am already a 15-year-old boy with a weak crown, and Yan'er has also turned into a charming girl.

She has picturesque eyebrows and eyes, snowy muscles and black hair, and her pink is as tender as a new bud in spring. Standing alone, she is a beautiful picture.

Although she hasn't grown up yet, she is already more beautiful than any flower girl I have ever seen in Fengyuechang.

At this time, she stopped throwing grass branches at me with her little feet, but looked at me from afar with her bright eyes rolling.When I was resting, I would hand over a champagne, or take a fan to shade me, and the refreshing fragrance lingered in my heart.

When I grasped those soft little hands for the first time, her fair and tender face was as red as the clouds in the sky.

What kind of affection is that?Teach me to never forget in this life.

It was only at the age when the eldest brother was hired to marry the main wife and the third brother also took in several maids, that I realized that the romantic Ning Lang that the ladies and ladies in the streets and alleys talked about was actually me.

Although I linger in the flowers, I never indulge. I have done things like drinking, riding horses, and fooling Fengya, but if I want to get close to those wild flowers and weeds, I definitely have no interest.

What it means to be proud of the spring breeze and what it means to be full of ambitions, I only realized it in the year when I was selected as the Imperial Guard.

So much so that when he went from being a guard with a knife in the third rank of the Imperial Palace to being a wind envoy and a right envoy, his heart calmed down instead.

The white horse leans against the inclined bridge, and the building is full of red sleeves.

Traveling all over the capital, I am a frequent visitor to the Rouge Shop and Jinyi Pavilion, so I have confirmed the name of the Merry Young Master.

But no one knows that I only bought those things for one person.

The Su family's daughter was raised in a deep boudoir, and the outside world doesn't know much about it. I even feel a little lucky in my heart. Such a flowery and beautiful family can only bloom for me to appreciate.

The family is busy looking for a few concubines for me, no matter how bad it is, a maid who warms the bed is also acceptable, but I always refuse on the grounds that I am busy with work.

In my heart, how can they be half as good as Yan'er?Every time after being busy and exhausted, I would always think about going to Su's residence to meet her. No one can give that kind of warmth and love.

Brother Wenyuan, brother Wenyuan, you called me so much, it was so natural and intimate, it melted my heart.

How can one not be intoxicated after a first taste of love?
Both the master and the mistress are people who understand. Although there are differences between men and women, they are intended to be fulfilled. With the status of the Ning family, they will not treat his daughter badly.

Su Yan has relied on her since she was a child, but she never expected that one day, this kind of sweetness that made him nostalgic would hurt him so deeply...

If he knew this doom early in the morning, would he have no hesitation at the beginning?

Then honey, now arsenic.

A flower on the tip of cardamom is the most wonderful time of a woman.

On Yan'er's 13th birthday, I followed the emperor back from Shanglin Hunting Garden, holding a shawl woven from silver fox fur, and rushed to the Su Mansion impatiently.

In the end, all she got was her tepid promise.

She didn't even ask me how to hunt the precious silver fox, she took the gift and went back to the room.

In the long night streets and alleys, I clutched the arrow wound on my right arm and returned home sadly.

That night, I was so lost.

On the second day, I invited everyone to the Drunken Immortal Building to buy wine and listen to music. The lady from the Wang family in the cubicle handed over flower notes, and the daughter of the Gu family upstairs brought fine wine. My heart is still her face.

I pushed Hua Niang, and under their puzzled eyes, Xiao Ran left.

I later learned that all her changes came from one person.

Her cousin, Zhao Moyan.

Zhao Moyan was selected as a draft girl, and entered the palace to be a beauty.

This made my uneasiness spread infinitely.

Yan'er spends less and less time with me in private, and her temperament has changed from being submissive and pleasant to arrogant and perverse.

I think that the world can only tolerate her bad temper alone, and sometimes I will leave her in anger.

But after a few days, she couldn't help but say a few nice words, so she changed her mind.

However, this is just the beginning.

Yan'er's hobbies have also changed, she is keen to inquire about the life of the masters in the palace, and she dresses up more and more. She even secretly learns the etiquette rules and dresses of the ladies in the palace!

Since then, she has begged me to take her outside the imperial city many times, but I have become more and more resistant, and that uneasy premonition has become more and more serious day by day.

Facts and intuition tell me keenly that Yan'er has an extraordinary obsession with the imperial palace...

I tried my best to avoid all her inquiries, I just wanted her to understand that once I entered the palace gate, there was no way out.

What the emperor can give her, except for the worthless position in my eyes, I can give her a hundredfold.

But why, her mind is deepening day by day?
The wind in the capital changed overnight, and Tang Xiang, who had served in the government for two generations, was imprisoned all over his family.

Politics has always been about bloodshed and sacrifice. As the commander of the dark guard, I only need to do my duty, and the rest has nothing to do with me.

At this time, Yan'er went to the palace to visit Zhao Jieyu.

Dressing up so meticulously was never done with care when I was with you.

When the storm was about to come, Concubine Rong quietly committed suicide in the cold palace.

I stood on the majestic west tower and looked down. I don't know how many wronged souls have been buried in this empty and gorgeous palace.

Concubine Rong, the Tang family, was the only one in Liugong during her lifetime. I often meet her.

In my impression, that gentle temperament is infiltrated by a good family background and recuperation, and every gesture is full of elegance.

But I didn't expect that such a woman would go so early.

The confidante is so unlucky, I took a deep look at Yanhua Palace, which was empty, just as a tribute to her.

But the development of the funeral became more and more uncontrollable.

There was news from Yanhua Palace, and the protagonist of the bad news was actually Yan'er...

Your Majesty was immersed in grief, and I couldn't leave. It took two days in a row before I rushed to Su's residence to visit.

Unexpectedly, I met her on the long street.

The woman covered her face with scarf, and there was a trace of innocence between her brows, which were as calm as water.

I got off the horse and endured the torment for a few days, but I waited for her calm and playful smile.

At that moment, I was really surprised.

However, the surprise began at this moment, Yan'er seemed to be a different person, completely reborn.

On the still beautiful face, there is always a vague sadness lingering. Although she is very good at disguising, how can she escape my eyes?

Such quietness should not belong to her age.

It is this kind of pathos that makes me have an obsession that I have never had before. I must protect her, take pity on her, and give her the most beautiful things in this world!
She treats everyone very submissively, and she is even more filial to Master and Mistress.

It is said that she was a blessing in disguise, after this incident, she became mature and sensible.

Whenever she talked to me cautiously, I seemed to see that pure and clear girl Zeng Jing again. I was very fortunate that she finally understood my intention.

Her temperament became quieter, and she was no longer keen on heavy makeup, but lingered in the garden and study room, and her body became more and more like a 15-year-old girl.

Yes, isn't this kind of Yan'er just the kind-hearted lady I'm looking for in my dream, who can spend this life with me?
She begged me to take her out of the house, but instead went to the old house of the Tang family.

I don't remember any old friendship between her and Concubine Rong.

It's just a small thing, I don't mind.

The hairpin I gave her, she would put it away carefully, and the magnolia flower I gave her, she would gladly accept it.

She avoids me from time to time, and I can understand that the defense of men and women must naturally be followed.

The future will be long, and when I marry her back to the Ning family in a dignified manner, I will be able to live with her for the rest of my life.

But I never expected that when everything was peaceful and quiet, an imperial decree, like a bolt from the blue, tore apart my life.

A beautiful girl from the Su family, with a dignified appearance and a graceful appearance from the Jin Dynasty...

I was guarding under the eaves outside the Kunyuan Hall, and a large hole was broken in my chest, and when the cold wind blew, the pain was so painful...the bone was so numb.

Who ever said that life is just like a play, pink skeletons, fame and fortune are all vain.

The world of mortals is far away, but I am obsessed and do not want to wake up.

Even though she has committed herself to others, even though she has become a stranger, such deep eyebrows and eyes, and the loneliness under her lingering smile, always linger in my deepest dream at midnight.

I have asked myself more than once, if she is still as arrogant and surly as before, will I still miss her today?
If she still tramples on my heart endlessly, can she just let go and send each other off with a smile?
But she became so good, taught me how to forget...

Acacia is as deep as the ocean, and old things are as far away as the sky.

Although it is close at hand, it is already at the end of the world.

(End of this chapter)