Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

After Mr. Ma left, we talked for a while, and Yan Qingchen left halfway.

Because he needs to go back and take medicine.

Seeing that he was paralyzed in a wheelchair with a lot of support in the end, sweating all over his head, and even looked at me worried, but couldn't even comfort me, I just felt like a knife cut.

This time, whether it ’s for me, for him, for the Yan family, or for the power of any other party, even if it is strictly righteous, for the sake of billions of lives, I can no longer let my weakness overthrow myself. .

Everyone ate lunch rashly. Although I had no appetite, I stuffed a lot of things into my mouth, forced myself to swallow it, and then took a nap.

In the afternoon, the sun outside was more prosperous.

The ground had been tanned all morning, and the ground seemed to be red. Just standing on the stone road, I could feel the hot temperature coming through the soles of the shoes, and the sweltering feeling spread to my heart.

I stood under the eaves and exhaled slightly.

Susu immediately took an umbrella and put it on my head, and whispered "Miss no heatstroke". I nodded with a smile, and went out with her. Just walking to the gate of the courtyard, I saw red My aunt was scolding there again. It was the boy in the morning. She was picking up at the corner of the alley. When she saw us coming out, her eyes lighted up.

Although I was in a heavy mood, I couldn't help laughing at this time: "Aunt Hong, why are you scolding again?"

Aunt Hong was discouraged: "Several skin monkeys, the young lady finally took a break at noon. They just want to run around to make trouble."

"Trouble? What trouble?"

"No matter what trouble he makes, it's not enough to rest towards the young lady!" Aunt Hong said angrily, "So many big things have to be dealt with, this afternoon this afternoon, I don't know what it will be like!"

I didn't speak, just sighed softly, and saw that Aunt Hong was still scolding others, and then said "Don't be too fierce with them". Then Aunt Hong scolded her and let go, and accompanied me to the shrine.

At this time, many villagers have arrived. Everyone is still standing in the open field outside, and in the center of the courtyard, the wooden pillars are still firmly tied to the ground. There is no trace of wind in the air, and the thin white yarn He hung heavily around them, as if he had been sun-drenched and unable to float.

However, there are no fewer people than in the morning.

Even Yan Yan and Xue Yan were sitting there.

I was a bit surprised. I thought Xue Yan would not be able to support her, but she did not expect her to appear, but her pale face without a trace of blood exposed her weakness, even when she looked up and saw Wei Yang behind me. The kind of weakness is more like being sunburned, and it flows out from the corners of the eyebrows.

Looking at her like this, she looked at me.

The scars of all years are clearly placed on the face and seen by others. Anyone who wants to hurt themselves, just sends the knife in his hand forward.

Then I saw Pei Yuanxiu behind them.

In the morning, he was still in the crowd, but now that he was sitting by Yan Yan's side, it seemed that Yan Qingchen did not make a mistake. Xue Xie was afraid that it would be impossible to do anything today. This person came out.

Susu stood beside me and immediately felt my breath suffocate.

She gently said in my ear: "Miss ..."

I glanced back at her. Both she and Auntie looked at me with anxiety, apparently worried that I would be knocked down by the weakness in my heart, as in the morning.

I made a faint smile to them and said with my eyes: rest assured.

Then, I slowly walked over to find my chair and sat down with the armrests.

People, one after another arrived.

Yan Qingchen was the last few to arrive. His face was pale and scary, as if he had no strength to look at anyone. He sat paralyzed, only nodding his head when his eyes met me.

Then he looked around and frowned slightly.

I also glanced around, and immediately discovered-Father Ma did not come.

Why hasn't he come yet? At noon, Qingchen told him. We still need him to sit here this afternoon, but it hasn't arrived yet.

Is it really that tricky in the mountains and pine forests? But Yan Yan, Yan Zicong, and even Pei Yuanxiu were all here, and none of them were absent. So what did they arrange in Houshan and the pine forest to delay Master Ma to the present?

Thinking of this, I suddenly had a headache. When I looked up, Yan Zicong seemed to see through my mind, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

My mood is a little bit heavy.

At this time, everyone was already seated, and even the villagers who accompanied us to worship the ancestors in the morning were surrounded by them. There were so many people, but there was no noise, and everyone was somber and with A little nervous expression looked at us.

The sun was a little bit hotter.

When everyone got to their place, at this time, Yan Yan glanced at Yan Zicong next to him. The latter understood in general and immediately stood up and raised one hand. All of them suddenly focused on him. Body.

He said: "This morning, we have made it clear that Pei's ruthlessness and life have been coated with charcoal. People are suffering from charcoal. The Yan family decided to use the power of Xixichuan to help the rebels and topple Pei's rule!

As soon as he said this, everyone immediately became tense.

At this moment, Yan Qingchen smiled lightly, his voice was not loud, but after Yan Zicong's words were spoken, almost everyone's eyes fell on him subconsciously, and it didn't take much effort, he raised his head With a pale smile, "My owner hasn't spoken yet."

Yan Zicong's face suddenly froze.

But he immediately laughed and said, "Homeowner, the homeowner is unwell. Do n’t worry about these little things."

Yan Qingchen also laughed: "Can't help but worry, the Yan family and Xichuan were handed over to me by my father. I can't watch it being buried by some people."

"Funeral?"

This time, Yan Yan said, "Why is this statement?"

Yan Qingchen said, "I have listened to each of those words that you said before, and remembered them. You said that the princes and princes around the country began to send troops, so Xichuan would also follow them to fight against the court. But I want to ask you, why did they raise their troops against their own court? "

"Ha ha ha ha," Yan Qingchen's words seemed to be on his appetite, Yan Yan immediately laughed, and then said: "The homeowner asked well, and that's exactly what I want to say. Yes, Those princes and princes are all emperors themselves. Even his subjects must fight against him. Isn't it possible to prove that he is a ruthless king? We should raise soldiers for a thousand days in Xichuan. Should n’t we send troops in such days? Cruel? "

Listening to his generous submissions, Yan Qingchen smiled lightly: "Uncle's words are-very interesting."

"..."

"But I still want to ask, those people, why are they against him?"

"..."

"Does his courtier oppose him, must he prove that he is a ruleless king?"

Just then, a quiet voice sounded, "Isn't it?"

As soon as this voice sounded, it was clear that in the hot weather, there seemed to be a cold wind blowing from the bottom of my heart. When I looked up, I saw Pei Yuanxiu slowly rising from his seat.

Yan Qingchen looked at him without surprise, smirking at the corner of his mouth: "Is it you?"

"Yan Gongzi."

He bowed his hand gently to him, and raised his hand to throw his feet, still graceful, even if he appeared in this small mountain village, he seemed to be above the temple, without compromising the elegant breath on him. I could hear the sound of many people sighing behind and around, and even some of them could not look away from him.

Everyone whispered--

"who is he?"

"I don't know, it seems to be following Mrs. Yan."

"The Yan family doesn't seem to have this character ..."

...

Just as everyone was talking, Yan Feibai, who was sitting beside me, frowned: "You—people from the Yan family are here today to discuss major issues. Why is there an outsider?"

Yan Yong said immediately: "Say this, there are more than one outsider coming today!"

After speaking, everyone's eyes fell on Wei Yang. He was very calm, and he was not angry at the word "foreigner". He only raised his eyebrows and looked around: "Say me? "

Yan Yong glanced at him, and it seemed that it was not easy to offend him directly, only snorting.

Yan Feibai immediately said, "Wei Yang came back to sacrifice his ancestors for his mother! His mother is surnamed Yan, but you—"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Yan said coldly: "What about the surname of Yan? A woman who married a man is someone else's house, after all, it is an outsider."

I immediately saw the face of Yan Ruoyu pale.

Yan Yan also said, "If you want to ask who he is, why not directly ask the lady of your family?"

This time, everyone's eyes fell on me again.

...

There was a moment of suffocation in my breathing, but when his eyes fell on me, I put a little force on the two hands holding the armrest, and then stood up.

At this time, Pei Yuanxiu also turned around and faced me.

Since that night, the two of us have n’t faced each other like this. It ’s just a few days of work. Of course, people ca n’t change too much, but in my eyes, he really looks like another person, although he ’s still like that. The handsome appearance is still so personable, but there is always something, and it faintly makes me feel that he is no longer the original him.

Of course, I'm not the same me.