Chapter 142: Arrogant bones

The sky is like water, from the distant sky, ascending the steps of the Dragon Wall Hall, falling on the jade-colored Liulan palace costume, it is clear and quiet, and it is a bit quiet.
Ming walked to the front of the hall, and said to the queen who has been looking at the Taiji Hall from then on: "Niang, the little prince is here."
"Yuan Xiu knocked on the Queen's Aunt Wanan!" a childish greeting came from behind him. Qing Chen turned around, under the faint morning light, Zhan Wang Shiziyuan was dressed in aqua-color beautiful single robe, with a crown of pearls on his head. Although he was small, he was handsome in his gestures, and after a kneeling ceremony, he raised his head.
Ming Zhan's eyes filled with waves, and they hit people's hearts, making Qing Chen a little dazed.
It is that person, with gentle smiling lips, impeccable manners no matter when and where, every smile is like a drink, like a spring breeze.
But I don't know how he was on the battlefield thousands of miles away at this time.
She stretched out her hand to let Yuan Xiu come over. Yuan Xiu was naughty and provocative when he was a child, but when he grew up, his temperament gradually stabilized, especially after he was entrusted to the palace, he often followed the queen, which caused many people to discuss in private. .
Qing Chen looked at Yuan Xiu for a while and asked: "Auntie Huang wants you to move to Hanguang Palace these days, would you like to?"
Yuan Xiu stepped forward and took her hand, raised his head and smiled, "Of course I am willing to follow the emperor's aunt."
"That's all right." Qing Chen nodded and took him to the hall. Yuan Xiu suddenly asked her: "Auntie Huang, why are your hands so cold? Is your body uncomfortable?"
Qing Chen didn't answer with a smile, but said: "The guard who just went to ask you to be in charge, can you recognize it clearly?"
Yuan Xiudao: "I recognize him, he is the guard leader of Hanguang Palace."
Qing Chen said: "Then you remember what I said, starting from today, if you are not with me, or if you are not with you, don't leave Hanguang Palace with anyone." She sat down beside Feng An, gently High-five, a few palace ladies in Tsing Yi appeared silently behind the curtain on both sides, kneeling in front of them, "These palace ladies will take care of your diet and daily life. If it is not what they sent, remember not to eat."
Her calm words finally surprised Yuan Xiu, turned her head to look at her puzzled, and asked, "Remember?"
The child's clear eyes were reflected in Qing Chen's eyes through Feng's case, and there was no trace in the autumn water, as quiet as thin ice. "Remember." Yuan Xiu raised his eyes and replied, "Then I still go to Linhua Hall to listen to the masters' lectures these days?"
"It's not necessary for the time being. Follow me. I have a lot of books you can read. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."
"Okay." Yuan Xiu agreed, opening a clean smile to Qing Chen.
The light and shadow of the sun shone through the gate of the golden lacquer palace, but it stagnated after a few steps, half of the bright light gradually quietly extended into the hanging mantle of the Huazhu, the hall was faint and cold, as before.
The scent of clear ink carries a bitter scent of pine branches, and a piece of ice silk paper hangs down. Yuan Xiu took the last sum, and looked up to see that the emperor's aunt was still standing there. At this moment, he put down a volume of medical books in his hand, but paced slowly before the case, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he seemed to have encountered a difficult task that was not easy to solve.
He watched for a while, and finally shouted: "Auntie Huang." Qing Chen turned around and Yuan Xiu said with concern: "Sit down and rest for a while. You will be tired after standing for so long."
Qing Chen showed a little tiredness in his smile, and sat down across from him while supporting the low case, glanced at the words he wrote, and asked, "Which master taught it?"
Yuan Xiudao: "I copied the words of Uncle Emperor, but they are not very similar."
Qing Chen said: "Why copy the words on the emperor?"
Yuan Xiudao: "Uncle Emperor's words are generous."
When Qing Chen heard the words, he smiled faintly, took up the pen, and flicked the entire piece of paper, pulling away the sleeve of the cloud, and scribbling down the ink.
Yuan Xiu saw what she wrote:
The roads are rough and difficult, and the green hills tomorrow will be heavy,
Life and destiny are different, but seek to stand tall in the world.
These few sentences are still in clear block letters, and the strokes of the pens below change suddenly:
Like a thunderstorm, the mountains and rivers are moving with great power, the sword is like a white rainbow, and the culprit is out of the sheath...
The black ink on the surface of the paper, like ice and snow, is distinct, and the dragons and phoenixes dance in one spirit. Under the slightest, the turning is lonely and steep, and the steepness penetrates the back of the paper. The final stroke brings out a decisive edge like a blade, and it is urgent. After Qing Chen finished writing, he raised his hand and threw the pen back on the case, staring at it.
Yuan Xiu's momentum was stunned in that character, before he said for a moment: "Aunt Huang, it turns out that your writing is as good as Uncle Huang. I have seen these words."
Qing Chen raised his eyes in surprise, Yuan Xiu said: "I have seen it in Father's book. I thought it was written by Uncle Emperor."
"Oh." Qing Chen twisted her eyebrows slightly. At the beginning of the year, she had nothing to do and nowhere to go when she arrived at the Palace of Zhan. She copied this word thousands of times. This handwriting was developed at that time. .
Looking back at this time, the days in the Palace of Cham were so relaxed and happy. Without any purpose, even confused and confused, like a newly born child, he can treat everything around him unscrupulously until he becomes a part of the world, and everything changes from then on.
Since then, greed, love, ignorance and hatred are born from the heart, and the world is like an illusion.
Qing Chen looked down at his domineering words, and a sullen air in his heart was exhausted with this ink since yesterday, and his long sleeves quietly flicked and stood up before the case. Suddenly I saw a servant rushing into the hall anxiously, knelt down, and in a hurry, regardless of etiquette, he panted, "Manny, hurry up, the emperor... the emperor has retreated."
When the voice fell, Qing Chen walked out hurriedly, walked outside the temple and stopped in front of Mingzhi: "The gate of the palace is forbidden, and no one is allowed to contact the King of Changling County at will!"
The sunlight is dazzling, blazing like a scorching, and the jade lanterns and Qiongjie glazed tiles are connected into a floating white and bright, a sharp and crisp sound cut through the stagnant air, and the sound of broken porcelain came from the propaganda room, piercing people's hearts.
The attendants outside knelt all over the floor, pressing down until the bottom of the stairs. Yan Xi was anxious, seeing the queen coming from a distance, and rushing forward: "Manny, the emperor himself is inside..."
Before Qing Chen could answer, he walked hurriedly into the hall, and stopped before the steps. He turned his sleeves back, and whispered: "What are you kneeling here for? Retreat. You can't come forward without being summoned."
Turning around and giving a gesture to Yan Xi, when everyone raised their heads in panic, they saw that the figure of the queen had long since disappeared in the deep hall.
The sun was too bright, blurring Yan Xi's expression into a single piece. The dust fell in his hands, and he faced the lower stage and said: "All go to the side hall and wait, who dares to enter and leave without permission, kill on the spot!"
Immediately, a guard brought all the palace members to the side hall. The four gates of Wutai Hall were closed, and all other people were not allowed to enter. News of the emperor's acute illness was temporarily blocked, and no one inside or outside knew.
Yan Xi's seemingly composed back was already sweaty, remembering the appearance of the emperor, and hurried back and ran into the hall, but he staggered under his feet, almost stumbled in front of the steps.
Qing Chen drew back from the crowd and hurriedly pushed the door inside.
The curtain fell in all directions in the propaganda room, and the light was quiet and dim. Only the shimmering light passed through the gaps of the open-carved jade pattern and sprinkled on the jade porcelain fragments on the face. The fragmented gloom was messy everywhere, splitting the room full of silence.
Ye Tianling stood in front of the case with his body supported, and he turned his head suddenly when he heard the sound, his figure was shaking, his face was bloodless, his only eyes were densely red, his face was frantic in the dark, and his breathing was short of breath.
But he saw that it was Qing Chen, and shouted in a dumb voice: "Don't come here!"
"Four brother!" Qing Chen stepped forward, and Ye Tianling waved her hand and pushed her away: "Get out, stay away from me!"
Qing Chen was unpreparedly pushed away by him for a few steps, and the broken porcelain slammed under his feet, almost hitting the table. Regardless of his obstruction, she rushed over and stretched out her hand to hug him: "Four brother, you can bear it, and it will be fine if you bear it. It will be fine soon."
Ye Tianling clasped her shoulders with such a powerful force that she almost crushed her bones, but her hands kept trembling uncontrollably, and her voice was hoarse and hard to distinguish: "I will hurt you... Get out!"
Qing Chen hugged him tightly, shook his head desperately, and said only one sentence: "I won't leave you alone!"
There was still a trace of sobriety in Ye Tianling's eyes, staring at her firmly, and she could only see her anxious and bright eyes in the gloom, reflecting the almost collapsed consciousness. There seemed to be thousands of arrows piercing through the heart, with sharp blades in his body, like a flood of beasts crashing around, like a thousand ants biting bones and painful, but seeing these familiar eyes, there were only these clear lake-like eyes in the dark, icy. The light and the cool warmth allow him to control himself with the remaining reason, so as not to fall into the abyss of immortality.
Qing Chen couldn't hold his strength, unexpectedly his tight thin lips violently moved, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, and accompanied by his violent cough, it fell on her skirt, and immediately dyed the white silk into blood red.
Qing Chen's hands and body were full of his blood, and as the blood poured out, he fell weakly, unable to support it.
The long case around him overturned, the jade bottle shattered, the marigold cracked, and it fell into a mess.
She tried her best to help him to the couch, the shadow of the veil was deep, his face was pale and not like a living person, and the blood between his lips was even more alarming, and the tight fists almost crushed the joints, and the pain came from her hands all the way Cut to the apex of the heart, the pain made her blood dripping.
"Four brother, as long as you endure this moment, I will be with you for these few days, and I will definitely be able to survive." Qing Chen held him in his arms and talked to him, warming his cold body, tears reaching his eyelashes. But bit his lip and swallowed, not dropping a drop.
He heard her voice and finally opened his eyes and looked at her. Pouring the ice into the fire, he was not frustrated, and he was arrogant. He actually pressed a thin smile from his lips, his voice was low, but he refused to show weakness: "It's okay, there is nothing I... can't get through..."
The sun is slanting to the west, the night is deep, the wind is cold, and the shadows of the lights fall.
The heavy vermilion lacquered golden palace door was slowly pushed open, and a quiet figure stepped out across the golden threshold, leaning weakly against the doorpost that Panlong was flying up.
The clouds were scattered on the temples, messy and flowing down the waist, almost covering the face, and the blood on the white clothes was the only color between pale and black, which was extremely eye-catching. There was no one in the hall, no sound, no light, only heard his low breathing, Qing Chen raised his hand to stroke his cheek, there was no tears, but a light bitter smile, through the cold fingers. The tip fell.
The cracks of the hall door were full of broken jade and porcelain, and only one corner of the bright yellow curtain was drooping, and the people on the couch had fallen asleep. Across the smokey tent, tired and quiet.