Rebirth of Qing Xin Fu Yan

Fu Yanqing leaned on the door and sat on the ground with his head up like this. The clothes on her body were still healthy, even if she was in the room, it was very cold. But she was unwilling to move. The colder she was, the clearer her mind would become. All this was just like a dream. She went from a desperate twenty-two to nine, and returned to the starting point of all tragedies. If everything is true, How can she let the Southwest Palace avoid the **** massacre in the emperor's jealousy and ruthlessness.

Time passed by, and the melting glimmer of the spring began to fade away, leaving a spreading shadow, until the gorgeous cage was completely shrouded in twilight, and the two palace ladies outside seemed to feel that Fu Yanqing had been silent for too long. Looking at the meal delivered, it finally knocked on the door of Nuan Pavilion again.

"Princess, it's Xu Shi now, it's time to eat."

The voice that seemed to be a routine business pulled Fu Yanqing back from her endless thoughts. She opened her eyes and wanted to stand up. The clothes on her body were already wet and cold, but there was some temperature in the place where she was curled up. Stretching her body, the feeling of dampness and heat instantly became cold, which made Fu Yanqing feel a little uncomfortable. In addition, after staying for too long, the whole body was numb and stiff, and the tingling from the bones made her frown and her head became very dizzy. She opened her mouth, her throat was also very dry, and her voice was dumb and weak: "No, I am not hungry. I am tired today. I will rest first."

She gave a wry smile, as if she had forgotten that at this time she was only a nine-year-old child, this body could not withstand the toss, and stayed in wet clothes for so long, for fear of catching the wind and cold.

At the moment she is in this Yunyan Hospital, and I am afraid that no one wants to take care of her. She was sick in the past, and the Imperial Medical Office also shied away from it, and she didn't bother to invite it again. He staggered to the couch, took off his wet clothes and changed into clean clothes, and buried himself in the quilt. Fortunately, it is not too cold in April in Kyoto at the moment. Even if the bedding in Yunyanyuan is ordinary reed quilts, it can keep out the cold. Fu Yanqing, who was burnt and unconscious, quickly fell asleep.

The two court ladies outside looked at each other, thinking about the appearance of Fu Yanqing before, and also a little afraid of her accident. Rulan hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "If something is wrong with her, will your Majesty blame it?"

Ruyi glanced at the closed door, and said casually: "The princess does not allow us to go in. We should be slaves and obey our orders. Besides, except for the grand banquet in the palace, Your Majesty has never asked her. I'm so hungry, I'm going to eat first. Bar."

The two said that they took out the food box on the table. Although Fu Yanqing’s meal was not exquisite or even rough, the people in the palace did not dare to go too far, so it was better than these low-level maids. If Fu Yanqing didn't eat, they were disrespectful.

Originally, as usual, Fu Yanqing was the head of Changning County who was proclaimed by the emperor. It’s just that in the huge Yunyanyuan, there are only two third-class ladies and two little eunuchs in the outer hall. Fu Yanqing was not taken seriously when she was young. Naturally, no one cares about these. When the hour comes, Ruyi and Rulan go back to the house to sleep. went.

At night, a small shadow slipped along the path to the outside of Yanyunyuan. Yanyunyuan is relatively remote, and there are not many guards patrolling outside. The visitors seem to know the guards' inspection well, and the road is unimpeded. The shadow stopped for a moment under the wall courtyard, and didn't know what method was used. After a while, he climbed up and disappeared into the night flexibly.

Fu Yanqing, who had been asleep for a long time, was awakened by thirst. Due to the fever, her lips were dry. She only felt smoke in her throat. She barely opened her eyes and looked at the dark tent. She rubbed her head. Ready to get up, but heard a small sound abruptly.

The voice was very soft, like an illusion, but Fu Yanqing had been fighting continuously in her previous life. It can be said that she has experienced perilousness and is always keen. She immediately held her breath and stared at the window coldly.

Fu Yanqing didn't have time to close the window, and after a small noise, a shadow crawled in quietly. The window was pushed aside, and the moonlight like water poured in unwillingly. Fu Yanqing saw a slender shadow, but it did not look like an adult.

Who the **** is it? What is it that you want to run into her room in the middle of the night? She has been living in the palace for a long time, and there are so few people who know her. How can anyone think of Yanyunyuan?

She watched quietly, her gaze also as if stained with moonlight, thin and cold. The little figure leaned in and walked quietly to the table, seeming to have taken something out of his arms and was tinkering there.

Fu Yanqing's eyes condensed, giving something? Still want to poison? Did something like this happen in the last life? At this point in her thoughts, Fu Yanqing remembered one thing. She saved people at first, and woke up the next day after returning. There was a pack of exquisite desserts in the house, and there were some fruits that she couldn’t eat in her daily life. After all, he was young, although he was surprised and horrified, but there were also some surprises, so that later...

Fu Yanqing had a complicated expression, staring at the shadow in a daze, suddenly feeling a little clear in her heart. At this moment, the person who originally wanted to leave, hesitated for a moment, turned and walked on tiptoe towards the couch.

Fu Yanqing didn't have time to think about it, and immediately closed her eyes and lay down quietly.

As the people came closer and closer, there was a faint rustling sound, and a small hand stretched out towards Fu Yanqing's face. Fu Yanqing could even smell her at the tip of her nose, with a...sweet scent.

Moving faster than consciousness, she reached out and took that hand. Her hands were slightly cold and soft, and at the same time she quickly covered her mouth with her other hand, pressing the person on the couch.

With the foundation of her life, she moved very quickly, but due to her weakness, she could not help but breathe a little after this action. Fu Yanqing's eyes were still cold, staring at the person below him, and then he was taken aback. It was the child.

The child was so shocked by her sudden movements, her eyes were wide, and there was a little shock inside. It’s just that Fu Yanqing could see clearly, but for a moment, she murmured and sprayed hot on Fu Yanqing’s hands. Her bright black eyes were in the slight moonlight and became very quiet. She didn’t cry or struggle, just calm. Definitely looking at Fu Yanqing.

Those eyes were so clear that they couldn't conceal the brilliance in the night, and they really fell into them like stars.

Fu Yanqing felt a move in her heart for no apparent reason. Is such a look really something the palace can have? The two looked at each other for several breaths, Fu Yanqing pursed her lips, and said quietly, "It's late, why do you sneak over?"

After that, she let go of her hand and barely sat up, her head still dizzy, and she held her forehead a little tired.

When the child saw this, she also got up. She hesitated, and then she reached out and put a sticker on Fu Yanqing's forehead, and whispered: "You're so hot."

"Nothing." Fu Yanqing shook her head, took away her cool little hands, moved to the couch and wanted to continue her plan to pour water.

Seeing her behavior, the child heard her dry voice, and immediately reacted and held Fu Yanqing on him: "I'll go."

Soon, the little figure ran to the table and found a glass of water, and handed it to Fu Yanqing: "The water is cold. You drink a little first. It will be better for your maid to heat you up."

Fu Yanqing glanced at her and drank the water: "No, I am afraid I can't call them at this time."

The child frowned and looked at Fu Yanqing with a little annoyance in his eyes: "I'm sorry, it's all because of me, otherwise you won't get sick."

"Don't do your business, you shouldn't run around at this hour, go back."

The child noticed Fu Yanqing's indifference, but she didn't care. No matter how this person fished herself out of the Taiye Pond, the gentleness and softness that was completely different from the present was definitely not fake. For her, who has never cared about, today's same thin embrace, when she was in panic and despair, gave unspeakable comfort, which was never seen since Aunt Mu left.

She turned around and went to the table, and then brought a small cloth bag over. There were a few pieces of bread in it. Only the outline of the pastry can be seen in the faint moonlight. Except for the whole piece, the rest are a little broken. It was crushed on the way here.

The child looked at the cakes, her face was a little red. Fortunately, at night, she could also pretend to be nonchalant, but her voice was a little wailing: "These are the desserts specially made by the chef of the Imperial Kitchen for the noble concubines and women, and they are delicious."

Seeing Fu Yanqing self-consciously looking at the crushed pastry in her hand, she couldn't help but feel a little anxious: "I accidentally crushed it. I have never eaten it before. It is clean. You are sick, and dinner is not good. I used to be sick. , The mouth will always be bitter, and you must be too now, this pastry is sweet, you eat a little?"

At the moment, Fu Yanqing was only half a head taller than the child. One of the two children was worried and the other was expressionless, looking a little weird. But after a while, Fu Yanqing finally had a reaction. She stretched out her hand and put a piece of cake in her mouth. The taste was delicate and sweet, even if she was sick, she didn't feel tired. The outside is wrapped in a layer of crispy, slightly crispy, but the inside is two flavors. This dessert is familiar to Fu Yanqing, but her favorite in the last life is this mandarin duck cake.

Swallowing the pastry carefully, Fu Yanqing raised her head to look at the expectant child in front of her, and her heart suddenly filled with sourness. Once upon a time, these small snacks and gadgets that appeared in her window from time to time became the cool ones here in the past. In the palace, her only little consolation. In the end, the person she met who gave the goods became her greatest comfort. It was just a mistake...

"Isn't it delicious?" The child found out that she looked wrong, and asked carefully.

Fu Yanqing held her cuff tightly, and she suddenly felt resentful. This seemed to be the greatest kindness, but it did not form the source of pushing her into the abyss.

"I don't like sweets, and I don't have much taste now." Fu Yanqing took a deep breath: "Let's go, I saved you only for a moment. Maybe I won't go on rashly again. You don't need to be grateful, in the future. Don't mention it. I will accept these things, and you and I will be cleaned up."

The child was a little stunned. She looked down at the pastry left in her hand, her big eyes couldn't hide her loss, and even a little redness. After a long time, she bit her lip and wrapped the pastry.

"Sorry, I... I don't know if you don't like it. But... I only have these. You can't eat these pastries in the past. I thought you would like it." After she finished speaking, she turned to touch the window and stood. At the window, she replied stubbornly: "You said you won't save me one more time, but that time you saved it is enough."

Fu Yanqing frowned when she heard this, but in the end she heard the child's grievance before leaving: "Although the cakes are delicious, An'er's life is not limited to four cakes and three fruits."

A childish remark made Fu Yanqing, who was depressed, couldn't help but want to laugh, but then his eyes deepened, An'er? The child's name?

Judging by the age of the child, he estimated that he was six or seven years old, and he should not be much different from Zhao Mojian. The eyebrows and eyes looked like Zhao Mojian, and they called the mother and concubine, who should also be the emperor. Zhao Mojian is the seventh daughter of your Majesty today, and now the eighth and the ninth emperor are the only ones who fit their age, but they are so underestimated, but there is no match in the name, could it be their tits? A person can sneak out in the middle of the night and be regarded as Zhao Mojian by Concubine Xiao Shu...

Fu Yanqing endured the discomfort and thought carefully. Today, your Majesty has many heirs, but most of them died in the end. Today, only the first prince, Zhao Yancheng, the second prince Zhao Qingshu, the seventh emperor Zhao Mojian, and the eighth emperor Zhao Hanqi and the nine emperor Zhao Ziyan.

Zhao Ziyan, the Nine Emperor Goddess, has always lived in the simple world. It is rumored that she is not favored and weak. She almost never shows up on weekdays. In the previous life, Fu Yanqing actually saw her, and she was fourteen years old at that time. The eighth emperor Zhao Hanqi was only eight years old at this time. Because of her humble status as her biological mother, she was not taken seriously. The ten princes are still in their infancy, it can't be her, and the only ones left are Zhao Ziyan and Zhao Hanqi.

Fu Yanqing was actually more inclined to Zhao Hanqi, because she had dealt with Zhao Ziyan, the Nine His Royal Highness had made Zhao Mojian sleepless in his life, so the means and strategies must not be underestimated. Such a character, without the protection of his mother and concubine, can grow up in this deep palace that eats people without spitting out bones. How could it be easy? Such an innocent appearance is more like the one who died young. But to come to this conclusion, Fu Yanqing was inexplicably heavy. Although she was a bit angered at her, in her heart, aside from this, she didn't want such a small person to be buried in the palace. Shen Shen sighed, Fu Yanqing smiled bitterly. Now she is just not being able to protect herself, so what can she do?

After tossing for a day, no matter how tenacious, Fu Yanqing is still a sick child at present, this small body really can't hold it, so thinking about it and finally fell asleep without knowing what to do.

What could not be contained in the dream, she fell into that nightmare again, unable to break away, unable to escape, tasted despair and regret over and over again, until at last she was dying, the person who didn’t look like hugged her and ran into her eyes. A piece of purple jade pendant awakened her suddenly.