Chapter 142: Yan Ran's death

It was dark that day, when it was evening.
Zhao Yanran walked beside the Narcissus Lake with four bamboo bone powder silk umbrellas, and the snow falling in the black pressed air hit her umbrella. Occasionally, two or three guards and three or four maidens walked by, and besides, there was silence, except for the sound of Xue Luo and Song Song.
Zhao Yanran stood on the spot, her eyes on the blue lake. On snowy nights, thin ice was floating on the Narcissus Lake, and Zhao Yanran shivered slightly, but she still stood by the lake, as if waiting for someone.
She is indeed waiting for Sheng Jiayan.
Zhao Yanran has been waiting for too long for today. She had long inquired that Sheng Jiayan had a dinner party with all the ministers in the past. After the banquet was over, he would walk along this road to Fengyi Palace and stand outside the door to see Meng Eqi who might have already rested.
Zhao Yanran specially studied the bright and moving clothes that Meng Eqi wore in his usual days. She wore a peach-colored skirt with a pale-colored butterfly scene, a peach-colored gown, and a circle of white velvet ties around her neck, which made her a bright-eyed face was amazing. Also similar to Meng Haoqi.
She was looking forward to Sheng Jiayan drinking more wine today, seeing her when passing by from here, and temporarily misunderstanding her as Meng Eqi. Zhao Yanran had no other chance, she could only seize this hard-won opportunity. She didn't see Sheng Jiayan at ordinary times, even though she secretly kept pressing the minister's hand to pressure him to punish Meng Eju, but this was not enough for Zhao Yanran. Because even if the threat of Meng Eqi was removed, she could not spoil herself even in the face of Sheng Jiayan, then everything was in vain.
As long as... as long as Sheng Jiayan can get close to her, even for a moment, she has 70% certainty that she will completely wrap Sheng Jiayan.
Her hand holding the umbrella handle squeezed tightly, and something seemed to be hiding in her pale pink nails.
At this moment, a subtle noise suddenly came from behind. Someone seemed to be dragging a long knife, and the blade made a monotonous sound on the ground. It seemed strange and terrifying in this snowless environment.
Zhao Yanran looked back suspiciously, but did not see anyone.
The guard who had just passed by was now no longer coming, and even Fang Ling, who had gone to look for news, did not return.
Somehow, Zhao Yanran looked around with some fear, and in front of her was the lake with black holes, and the surrounding night turned all the surrounding things into a faint atmosphere.
At this moment, she wanted to fight back, but when she thought of her efforts over the past few days, she would not be willing to give up at this moment.
So I just wanted to appease myself for a while, there is no sound of a knife dragging on the ground, I am afraid where the branches are scraped on the ground.
But as the voice grew louder, finally Zhao Yanran felt that the man was getting closer and closer to him with a knife.
The sound of the blade rubbing the ground made Zhao Yan suddenly goose bumps.
"Fang Ling? Is it you?" Zhao Yanran didn't dare to look back. She asked with a tremble, but there was no response behind her.
Su Yu, the sound of the knife stopped behind her.
The ground returned to silence again, but Zhao Yanran felt that her scalp was numb, and she obviously felt a terrible sight behind her.
She gathered courage and turned her head slowly.
Before she screamed, her eyes were red, and she saw the white ground, and she also saw a terrifying smile on the face.
The snow is bigger.
Sheng Jiayan and the party officials were drinking tonight, and he pretended to be drunk in the middle of the night. Everyone saw that the emperor walked and wobbled, but he did not dare to keep him. After Sheng Jiayan left, the crowd reunited, and it was more lively than before.
Sheng Jiayan took Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen until he returned to Jianzhang Palace to remove the pretentious drunkenness.
He took the sober plum soup handed over by the palace and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mo Chunfeng just appeared suddenly at the entrance of the temple, anxious to speak to Sheng Jiayan. They have been masters and servants for many years, and they can understand whether the other side is in an emergency with just one look. Therefore, Sheng Jiayan left the seat early on the pretext of being drunk.
"Zhao Yanran is dead." Mo Chunfeng said solemnly: "The guard who patrolled just now found that she was dead by the narcissus lake, her chest bowl was a big hole, her face was also marked with scars, and she seemed to have been killed by a sickle. The murderer has also been caught, it was Gao Lan who was sent to the capital that day."
"I didn't expect this sister Gao to be alive," she exclaimed to Dingchen: "Crazy, when the guards went to find that she was lying on Zhao Yanran eating meat and blood, the scene was terrifying. See Zhao Yanran dead It’s still a crazy laugh, but the name is 萋萋.
Mo Chunfeng pushed him secretly and looked at Sheng Jiayan and said: "Gao Lan was then inserted into the capital by the prince. Presumably the prince forgot that there was such a person. After listening to Gao Lan, he was rewarded by the prince to the eunuch. Everyone has forgotten her existence, who would have thought she jumped out to kill now."
"The appearance of Zhao Yanran is indeed a bit of a stalk," Xiang Dingchen recalled that the scenes he had just seen were a little uncomfortable: "Gao Lan was so hostile to her, it was really dangerous. Fortunately, when the guard first discovered her, she thought she was a kind of life. Birds and beasts, several imprisoned soldiers took the ropes around her head and limbs and pulled them around, and Gao Lan had already collapsed."
When Sheng Jiayan heard the news, his face actually showed a sense of relief.
It’s not that Meng Haocao had trouble...
Mo Chunfeng asked with some concern: "Now that Zhao Yan is dead, what should I do if I continue to live?"
Zhao Yanran died at this juncture and was in real trouble. Sheng Jiayan frowned, "Call those Taoists."
Four Qingpao Taoist fish penetrated from age to age. The oldest looks only 20 years old, and the oldest hair and beard are all gray.
They are the quartet talents that Sheng Jiayan had already sought out as early as half a year ago. These four people come from different places, but they have the same skill.
It is able to communicate yin and yang, some skills.
At this time, they were arguing in Jianzhang Palace because of finding a substitute for Meng Haqi.
"Zhao's Ba Zi is the most suitable for Meng Meng, but she is now dead. Cao Min suggested that Her Majesty find another woman who fits Meng Meng. As long as she finds it within ten days, Meng Meng can still be saved." Younger Taoist Tao .
"Ridiculous!" the old Taoist retorted: "And how to find a woman with a similar character in the whole world within ten days, in addition to the combination of the eight characters, it is also related to luck. Even if you find a similar People, that's different in luck, and they can't match Meng Meng!"
The two were arguing hotly, and the other two Taoists frowned at each other.
Sheng Jiayan reclined on the dragon chair and listened to their argument for a long time, and suddenly asked lazily—
"What if I extend my life to her?"
His voice just fell, and the noisy four suddenly looked at the emperor in silence.
Sheng Jiayan held his head and looked deeply: "You don't have to hide me, I know such a thing as renewal of life. In addition to looking for the right person with Ba Zi, you can also find the emperor or monk. Someone once calculated that if I want to give her It’s not impossible to renew your life."
"This..." The old Taoist Zhiwu Wuwu said: "Your Majesty, this is probably not appropriate. If so, the poor Dao dare not do it."
It is ridiculous for a country's emperor to treat his life as a child's play and give it to others. If this were to go back to others to settle accounts for the emperor, he would still be alive in the future.
Not only the old Taoist priests, but the rest of the people also had some two battles, which was a dilemma.
Sheng Jiayan was not in a hurry to let them express their views, but waved their hands to make them retreat. It was another day to consider.
After they left, Mo Chunfeng knelt down to Sheng Jiayan for the first time.
"Your Majesty," Mo Chunfeng begged Sheng Jiayan's bright yellow robe and pleaded: "I still can't understand why you are so persistent. Does Zhang Ge's old words mean it? He just lived this winter. Is it really impossible to live? Why do you have to give your life to her!"
Xiang Dingchen knelt beside him, anxiously said: "I don't believe in anything, nor do I believe in disasters! I only know that there is only one majesty under you, you can easily care nothing, but we can't."
Sheng Jiayan looked at the dead branches swayed by the wind outside the window and only said: "Ping Wang is about to enter Beijing. He will take over the emperor by then. You take Yeqiu and Nie Houye to Chu Kingdom. You must protect her forever."
Mo Chunfeng saw that Sheng Jiayan was determined, and stood up abruptly: "Is King Ping wanting to be an emperor, let's give him the throne first! Continue to give him the order with his life, isn't it OK?"
"Otherwise...otherwise..." he murmured in disappointment: "Me and Dingchen rushed around everywhere within ten days, and we will definitely be able to find another character that matches Hagi!"
Sheng Jiayan said lightly: "I have been searching for so many years, and I only found one Zhao Yanran. Where can I go now to find the second one? We can wait, I'm afraid I can't wait."
Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen wanted something more, but Sheng Jiayan was not giving them a chance.
He stood outside the window and looked at Fengyi Palace where Meng Eqi lived.
Seeing vaguely that the candle lights in the Fengyi Palace went out one by one, Sheng Jiayan knew that Meng Eqi had slept.
Calculate that he still has a 22-year lifespan, which means that he can survive to 40 years without him. I don't know whether she will marry someone during this period, whether she is comforted when she is angry, and whether she will think of herself when she is sad.
After Sheng Jiayan returned to the prefecture, the mortal days were nothing but his flick. But he vaguely felt that the waiting period would be very long.
"Do you know," Sheng Jiayan stared to the two who were wiping each other's tears--
"Death is not a difference. Perhaps it is the beginning of a meeting. Maybe one day, we will meet again."
He really should go back, things in the prefecture were delayed too long, and the judge may not be able to handle it alone.
Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen didn't understand what Sheng Jiayan said, only looking at Sheng Jiayan's back and sobbed. And His Majesty looked up at the night sky with his hands on his back, and the golden thread on his robe loomed, as if it would turn into a dragon in the next second, and then Tengyun drove away with fog.