Chapter 1065: In every prayer beads, there are her ashes hidden


She held Nan Baozhu's hand comfortingly.
Han Yanliang also said: "Fortunately, Lord Guo is a deep love and righteousness. There is always news from Tianshu. There are always aristocrats who see the town's government official Ding Lengqing but are in high position and want to give the town A few people on the side of Guo Gongsai, but they were all rejected. It is self-evident for whom."
Nan Baozhu knows those things.
It's not just that group of colleagues who want to give Ning Wanzhou to the Cypriots. When she goes to the high gate banquet, there are always women who bring their daughters and nieces to get close to her, saying that men always want to take concubines, instead of letting him. It is better to let her take charge of the difficult things for yourself, and help the husband to find a knowledgeable person, so that they can take care of each other.
But she doesn't like to give her husband a concubine.
Ning Wanzhou didn't have that idea either.
There is no concubine room in the backyard, which is her greatest joy.
just……
She touched her belly quietly.
After marrying him for so many years, there is always no movement in my stomach.
Although you can't say that you are anxious, how can you really not be anxious?
She smiled calmly, and then returned to the smoky marriage.
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The team returned to Chang'an, three days later.
Before Xiao Yi stepped into the Imperial Study Room, a court official came over to report that it was the fourth prince to see him.
He sat down on his robe and looked up.
The young man who stepped into the study was still in white clothes Shengxue, but his face was no longer the sickness and haggard of the past, and there was a faint light glowing. It is really the light of the mountain Yangzhibao.
But deep in the eyes, it was cold and lonely.
He was still twisting a string of sandalwood beads, but there was a small golden bell on the beads. The golden bells were crisp when walking, like a girl's smile.
Xiao Yi opened the memorial: "You are in poor health and rarely go out in winter. Why did you come here today?"
Xiao Suibi knelt down straight.
Xiao Yi paused for a while.
He raised his eyelids.
Xiao Sui's face was even more lonely, and his voice was as cold as a mountain: "My minister asks for an order, immediately go to the Northern Great Wall and guard the frontier."
Xiao Yi looked at him.
He slowly put down the Zhubi: "Why?"
Xiao Sui didn't speak, just put his head to the ground and couldn't kneel down.
Holding the hand of the Buddha beads, he couldn't help but clenched tightly.
He closed his eyes deeply, and the scene of that morning appeared in his mind.
He was stabbed by Huo Tingyu, and he was even ready to die, but in the early morning of the next day, he woke up unexpectedly.
The wound was properly bandaged, and the whole body was filled with a spirit that had never been seen in twelve years, and a majestic force surged in the blood and bone marrow, as if returning to the youth of the fresh-clothed angry horse.
He sat up suddenly.
The old hall was empty and deserted, and the corners were the ashes after the silk lanterns were burned. The girl who was supposed to be here disappeared, leaving only a string of small golden bells in place.
He touched the position of his heart, and it was empty.
A bad premonition hit his mind, he turned over and got out of bed, but let him search all over Lenggong, but still couldn't find the girl.
He returned to the old hall and sat on the bed in a daze.
He leaned over and picked up the string of small golden bells, but suddenly noticed that a complicated formation totem had been drawn on the dim floor, and in the center of the formation was a small handful of crystal clear ashes.
He stared at the handful of ashes.
He remembered that the Huo Clan had this kind of sacrifice ceremony.
The heart beats more violently at this moment.
The thought that jumped out of his mind made him frightened, his face pale.
Just when he was in a daze, the cold wind opened the window.
Seeing that the handful of ashes were about to be blown away, he suddenly rushed forward desperately, holding the ashes tightly with his hands, and the whole person was shaking violently, like a beast falling into a trap, roaring collapse.
He screamed, tears flowing into the corner of his mouth.
Despair came over the world, like a gradually tightening black net, deeply embedded in every inch of his bones and blood, every inch of his heart, leaving him nowhere to escape!
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In the royal study room.
Xiao Sui clenched the Buddhist beads tightly.
Her ashes are hidden in every Buddha beads.
He wants to be with her for life and life.
He doesn’t want to stay in Chang’an, he’s going to the Great Wall in the far north, he’s going to the grassland where she lived when she was a child, he wants to see the stars that stab Lanshan again with her, and he wants to play her favorite little tune on the bone flute. , I want to weave another wreath for her...
The man with a weak crown fell on his knees, tears raining down.
Xiao Yi didn't know what happened.
But knowing that this younger brother was in a restrained mood, he would never tell him what despair he had encountered.
After a long silence, he said: "At least, spend this year in Chang'an, right?"
Xiao Sui shook his head with tears in his face: "The minister is leaving, and the minister can't wait for a moment!"
Xiao Yi was finally speechless.
He gave Xiao Sui the customs clearance and appointment documents to go to the Northern Great Wall, and watched him stumble out of the Imperial Study Room.
He stood under the eaves of the palace, looking towards Lenggong.
Are Huo Qi and Shen Jiang connected?
If they have ever joined forces, what kind of transaction did they make?
The gloomy blizzard is coming from the distant sky.
Xiao Yi squinted his eyes.
Although Huo Qi is dead, he intuitively felt that the matter was far from over.
...
Cold palace.
The woman with gray hair and a dark purple dress was sitting under the window making tea.
The little maid sitting on the opposite side was obediently and well-behaved: "...Recently, the servants and maids heard about the new things in Chang'an. That is how Huo Qi was not a teacher, but he dared to assassinate the emperor. He was applauded when he died!"
The smell of tea was suffocating, and Shen Jiang's face was in the mist, which made people indistinct.
A Yan is a powerful character, cut off all her confidant's eyeliner, she can only use the lively way to inquire outside news.
Huo Qi actually died...
He really wasn't A Yan's opponent.
Shen Jiang bent his lips, stretched out his slender white jade hand, and casually picked up the boiling teapot, and poured the tea into the azure cup.
She had never sought to assassinate Ayan.
I hope that the hand left by Huo Qi can succeed.
She held up the tea cup and drank comfortably.
She tilted her head to look out the window, the sky was gloomy, and she saw another heavy snowfall.
She has lived for so many years, whether it is snow or country, she has long been tired of watching it.
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Ah ah ah, New Year's Eve, wish the fairies a happy new year and all the best!
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