Chapter 166: Return

At the crossroads and the Su Zhai horse-drawn carriage passing by, the driver of Laiyang House was sitting on the princess Laiyang himself.
She had just arrived outside the city gate and sent the last child beside her, sent him to travel far to rivers and lakes, to the land of poor mountains and thousands of miles away, to carry the remains of his father.
Xie Bi is different from his elder brother Xiao Jingrui. He is a complete family son. His impression of rivers and lakes is nothing more than scenery and legends. This road is high in mountains and waters. Although there are several domestic servants around him, he still inevitably tightens his mother. heart of.
It was just outside the gate of Nanyue, and the only person who came to see him off was Yan Yujin.
It may not be said that this is the world's cool, but at least, no one is willing to pay more attention to them.
Before leaving, Xie Bi asked Yan Yujin to visit his mother again, sincerely and calmly.
After the violent storm, the once famous son matured a lot.
Under the cover of those bizarre incidents, many people ignored Xie Bi's pain, but in fact, he lost no less than any one person.
Without the door, there is no future.
The brothers are separated and the lovers are disconnected.
The father who once admired so much now leaves him with a stigma.
But in the face of such upheaval.
But he cannot be depressed or depressed because he must look after his debilitating mother.
Xie Bi has never been the favorite child of Princess Changyang.
But after the disaster, he proved that he is the most reliable child.
He wants to cook up the mess left behind by the collapse of the mansion, clean up the items, and dismiss the servants; he must keep an eye on the ups and downs of his mother's emotions and accompany her through the sleepless night of sleep; he buried his sister .
He sent away his half-brother, and he appeased his brother who was studying in Shanzhong Academy, trying to minimize the impact of this disaster on Xie Xu.
At this moment, he had to pack some simple clothes and travel long distances to his father's coffin to his hometown.
As the son of Ning Guohou, all the upbringing that Xie Bi originally accepted was how to inherit the lintel, but now, he is dealing with a situation that he had never thought about before.
So Yan Yujin said sincerely when he saw off: "Xie Bi.
I underestimated you before. "
The last child was sent away, and the tears in the eyes of Princess Chang Yang have dried up.
She refused to say that Yujin wanted to accompany her to the ground, and sat alone on the empty carriage.
Go back to your house that can no longer be called home.
In terms of treatment, the princess provides everything as before.
Tour around.
The extravagance is still deep inside.
She feels that she is poor and has nothing. Those precious people and feelings that have been cherished and cherished in her heart have gone away from her.
Since she was a child, her grandma walked over.
Change the light silk and thin clothes for her and dismantle her hair bun to make her lie on the couch as comfortably as possible.
The two maids kneel in front of their knees and gently beat her waist and legs. The other maid holds a fan and sends the breeze. Swing and sadness.
The intensity and strength that used to be can't stand such a loss. Family, love, husband, sons and daughters ... cut it with a knife, and afterwards, I have forgotten the pain, leaving only numbness and fragility.
"Princess, drink a bowl of tranquilizing soup?" Mammy persuaded in a low voice, her eyes full of pity and worry.
Unbearable to deepen the worries of the white-haired old man, Laiyang reluctantly rejuvenated a little, saying, "Okay, let me drink myself and rest, let me rest alone."
The grandmother instructed the maids to put the soup bowl down, led them all back, and quietly came in after a quarter of an hour to see that the soup bowl was empty, the princess on the long couch was sleeping peacefully, and the attitude was fairly peaceful. Let go of my heart, and tremblingly supported the little girl really rested.
At the end of summer, the cicada sound was low, Qiu Ming did not rise, and the silence was like water all around.
When Princess Changyang came to take a nap, she didn't like to be around, so the ladies put down the curtains and retreated, standing outside the hall door, leaving only the long princess on the couch in the entire room.
In a quiet silence, the curtain weft of the side door of the Linxixiang suddenly moved, and a slender and light figure flashed in. Like a silent cat with claws, the room immediately floated to the couch, squat down and observe After a few moments on the couch, the fingertips lightly flicked away, gently removing the hand that Laiyang Chang Princess put on her waist, and lifted her shirt.
On the white tunic, a bright yellow sachet tied on the belt was very conspicuous. The visitor immediately showed his joy and quickly reached out to untie the ribbon on the sachet.
Although the appearance of this sachet is very ordinary, it has tied a few knots thinly on the belt. The person tried it and couldn't unlock it at all. Then he drew a short dagger from his sleeve and was about to go. After cutting the ribbon, I suddenly felt a strong wind coming behind me, which was very fierce. I panicked and hurried back to dodge. It was too late, just hit my shoulder with a palm on my back, and the whole body flew a few feet away. Hit the vermilion pillar and fell, suddenly vomiting blood, fainted.
This movement is different, not only the maids outside the palace flooded in, but Xiaomian's Princess Laiyang was also awakened and violently turned to sit up.
But she hadn't seen everything around her. She had a pair of thick and stable hands holding her body, and at the same time a familiar gentle voice sounded in her ear: "Mother, how are you?"
Princess Laiyang shuddered all over her body, fixed her eyes and stared at the face in front of her.
It was darker and thinner, and his eyes were quieter and more steady, but his eyes were still the most beloved child.
The child who carried her more favoritism, more harm and more guilt.
"Jing Rui ..." The name spit out palely on the lips, and the tears that had dried out rushed out.
Embrace him tightly, embrace in his arms, never want to let go.
"Yes.
It's me ... "Xiao Jingrui patted her mother's back. Although her eyes were red, she was still smiling.
When Anping was rich before.
The relationship between mother and son is light and polite, but now after the disaster.
Only in this intimate flesh and blood.
"Jing Rui, it's okay if you go back one day early," she burst into tears, and Princess Changyang took a breath and relaxed her arm slightly.
Looking at his son's face, "But Er departed for Qianzhou today, you can't see him ..."
"I have heard the butler say.
It doesn't matter, he helped the spirit, and he will return to the ground soon. Xiao Jingrui wiped the tears on her cheeks with her sleeves and said softly, "I will stay with you until the second brother comes back."
Only this ordinary and usual sentence caused Princess Laiyang to cry and fall.
After easily holding back, she was still staring at her son.
His eyes didn't want to turn around any more, it wasn't enough to look around.
Xiao Jingrui was more able to stabilize her mind than she did, and now she remembered the man who had just been blown away by her own palm.
I got up and went to see, and I saw a woman in a maid's costume.
Because of the heavy damage.
Still falling on the spot, the ladies next to the house were unknown.
No one dared to move her in the past.
"Jing Rui, what's the matter?" Princess Yang came to stand up and walked over to take a look.
"I'm not so sure either.
Because I heard that my mother was taking a break, I didn't make any announcement when I came in. I just saw that she drew a dagger in front of her mother's couch. Xiao Jingrui scrutinized the woman ’s injury and frowned. "It seems that she will not wake up in a while, and she looks familiar. Is it the old man in the palace? The lady who was in charge of the princess palace answered this earlier and said that this woman It was the waitress who had served in the house for more than three years, which made Xiao Jingrui even more puzzled and muttered to herself: "She has been in this house for so long. If she is just for assassination, there are so many opportunities. How could she be dragged to today? Did you start? "
Princess Changlai couldn't help but frown, and said, "I'm an insignificant person now, who would want to assassinate me? Jing Rui, when you confirm that she is seeing her, are you going to kill me? Xiao Jingrui's eyes are slightly condensed , Flashing back a quick glance at that time, suddenly raised an eyebrow and asked, "Mother, is there anything in your waist?"
"My waist?" Princess Laiyang slowly touched her waist, her fingertips brushed the silky surface of the sachet, and her face was pale. "Only ... only this ... you know, thank you ... he came A handwriting while walking ... "
Listening to her mentioning the handwriting, Xiao Jingrui instantly recalled the situation at that time, and his heart was suddenly awkward, and he was busy: "What is the content of the handwriting, has the mother read it?"
Princess Laiyang shook her head weakly, "The reason why I collected this handwriting for him was only because of his entrustment to save his life.
I do n’t want to read the content in between ... "
Xiao Jingrui was also not interested in the secrets that Xie Yu might have left behind.
Because the more you know, the more pain you have. The consequences of the old stains being dug out are unbearable torture and torture, which he knows better than anyone else.
However, the current situation is that some people have started to deal with this manuscript. If they do not understand the content, it is difficult to guess who the enemy is, and it is impossible to judge the danger of the current situation, so he thought twice, or Dismissed all the people in the room.
"Jing Rui, do you want to see it?" Princess Chang Laiyang took his hand.
"Your safety is more important. Know who is involved in the handwriting before you know how to deal with it.
If the mother really doesn't want to know, the baby will be alone. "
Princess Changyang smiled faintly, lowered her head to open the sachet around her waist, took out the ink-stained silk towel, and said softly, "To see, just watch it together.
If it was another old wound, it would be better for two people to bear it than for one person. "
Xiao Jingrui stretched out his hand and took the silk scarf, sat next to his mother, and shook the scarf flat.
The mother and child cling to the two corners of the silk scarf and looked carefully from the beginning.
At first, the two men only had a slightly dignified expression, but when they looked at it, the blood on their faces gradually faded into a pale white, and a long, light scarf was held in their hands, as if there was a heavy weight. When Linyang's hand was loosened, the whole person fell on the couch and covered his face.
Xiao Jingrui clenched his teeth tightly, picked up the corner of his mother's towel, and spread it in his palm and insisted on reading the last word.
Before reading the hand book, he had imagined that he would see the shocking content, but after really reading it, he realized that the previous preparation was useless.
The rushing words made the blood all over his body formed into ice, and the horrible shudder throbbed from head to toe repeatedly, strangling the heart tighter than once.
After a night of utter desolation, Xiao Jingrui thought that there was nothing to easily shake his emotions.
But the truth revealed by this thin towel today is another that is completely different from his personal life pain, a deeper, darker, more despicable and shameless hell, a bloody, grudge, A miserable and tragic hell.
In the furnace of this hell, a generation of kings, a generation of famous marshals and 70,000 loyal souls were buried, the most dazzling and brightest teenagers of the Jinling emperor were buried, and the hopes of ideals and clarity in the hearts of countless people.
The silk silk scarf, which is silky and smooth, should have a cool touch, but when Xiao Jingrui rubbed it his palm, he clearly felt a burning flame, burning in along the limbs and veins. Burn out the internal organs.
Princess Changyang, who had fallen on the couch, whimpered lowly and could hardly breathe.
Sister Jinyang's blood, which had overflowed the jade steps, seemed to once again soak in front of her eyes, dyeing everything she could see into bright red, and washing forever.
Xiao Jingrui stretched out his hand to support her mother's thin shoulders and turned her towards herself.
The moment the eyes of the mother and son met, they had understood each other's mind.
"No, no ..." Princess Yang came to her son's arm in horror, sweating in full amount. "This case was handled by His Majesty. What can you do? What can you do?"
Xiao Jingrui stared at her mother, her gaze fixed, without shaking at all.
"Mother ... I do n’t know what I can do, I only know ... Faced with this truth, I ca n’t do nothing ..."