Chapter 253

"Empress, what you asked me to check has an eyebrow. I didn't expect that emperor Cheng Qing would let me preside over Li Jinzhong's case. Obviously, he has regarded me as his confidant. It will be more convenient to investigate general Yan's old case in the future."

In the Bibo Pavilion, a masked man in black night clothes said to a mysterious woman who was also dressed up.

"But Xiao Chu seems to be very interested in Li Jinzhong. There are still many eunuchs in the cell where Li Jinzhong is detained. Should I find a way to spend all those eunuchs, or if Xiao Chu knows the original case, I'm afraid he will take the opportunity to make something happen in this matter."

"No."

The woman's voice is a little cold, more thorough in the silent night.

It is possible for everyone to take advantage of the old case, but it is impossible for him.

"There is no need to avoid the people on Governor Xiao's side when trying Li Jinzhong." Wan Jilan whispered.

Zhang Xuan was a little strange about the master's decision, but since the master had ordered him, he just did it.

It turned out that the masked man in black was the confidant of emperor Cheng Qing. Before, Emperor Cheng Qing was worried that Xiao Chu knew too many things he shouldn't know, so he let Zhang take over. It is conceivable that he trusted Zhang.

Zhang Zhen is the common son of Zhang Hu of the same age as the left-wing forward camp. He was born as his own mother. He didn't like it and suffered a lot. If he hadn't been admitted to the top martial arts scholar without telling his elders because of his natural power, he still doesn't know what kind of life he is living.

He is the most promising son of Zhang Jia. Unfortunately, his real mother can't accommodate him at home, and he doesn't like that he has surpassed the edge of his real brothers. When he was a military officer of the seventh grade, he separated him from the house, together with his aunt's biological mother, which is completely separated from Zhang's real family.

I don't know if Zhang Hu regretted that he had listened to his wife's words and treated this promising bastard so badly. It's a pity that even if he regretted, it's useless. At the beginning, the two governments had no chance to talk about peace.

Emperor Cheng Qing would regard him as his confidant. I'm afraid there is also this reason. His suspicion is so heavy that only solitary ministers such as Xiao Chu and Zhang Xiang can enter his eyes.

However, no one knows that Zhang Zhen's biological mother is actually a member of the Wanchai family. She is also one of the hidden piles buried in the capital in her early years in order to protect herself after the Yan Family Massacre. Naturally, her children are also loyal to the Wanchai family.

After wanjilan entered the harem and became the concubine of emperor Chengqing, these dark piles originally buried in Beijing were naturally transferred to her. Zhang Yu is one of them.

After plotting, Zhang Xuan quietly left Bibo Pavilion. After all, he is still a male. Bibo Pavilion is located in the back palace. If he is found here, it will cause an uproar.

Similarly, Wan Jilan must return to her yanyunxuan as soon as possible. Even if she is a empress, it will arouse the suspicion of others if she is found here in the middle of the night.

But just as she was about to leave, a figure suddenly appeared behind the laurel tree that needed to be surrounded by three people in Bibo Pavilion. I don't know when that person has been there.

Wan Jilan and the old mammy behind him were startled. In particular, Wan Jilan, covered by his wide sleeves, slipped down the mechanism of his elbow, held a sharp dagger in the palm of his hand and was ready to start before the man questioned.

Just wait to see the person, hold the dagger, bang, and the silver dagger fell on the stone steps, making a clear sound.

"It's you..."

Wan Jilan's voice trembled, and his eyes couldn't help reddening.

For many years, she doesn't remember how many years they haven't seen each other so close.

In this harem, she is the emperor's concubine. He is the emperor's favorite eunuch. They always have so many taboos. Similarly, Wan Jilan knows that they are hiding from each other.

She watched him transform into a strange shape in this deep palace. Listening to the fact that more and more people in the former Imperial Palace and the harem began to hate him and fear him. I don't know when, the cheerful, frank and righteous brother Yan in her memory was just a beautiful dream.

Wan Jilan blinked heavily, as if there was sand in her eyes. She didn't dare to make herself cry. Those tears flowed clean day and night as early as more than 20 years ago.

Brother Yan once said that she was the princess of the forest, and he was the general who protected the princess. He would make her happy every day without shedding a tear. That was his promise to him. Maybe now he has long forgotten his promise when he was young, but wan Jilan still remembers it, so she doesn't want to cry in front of this man.

"You shouldn't have been involved."

Under the silent night sky, a man in dark red royal clothes spoke.

Yan Chu looked at the woman covered with black gauze not far away. The mood in his eyes was complex. It was like a thick fog in the dark night.

Pale complexion, dark eyes and red lips, the most tempting and fatal color in the world, are strangely unified in this man.

Bang, bang, bang, Wan Jilan exclaimed that her heart could beat so violently only when she was facing him, no matter what the other party became.

"But I'm already involved?"

Wan Jilan looked at the seductive man in front of her. Has she regretted it for more than ten years? Maybe there is. If she knew he was still alive, if she knew he was also born in the deep palace, she might

Wan Jilan's mouth was a little bitter. She would still choose to enter the palace, because there was him in the deep palace where countless girls were buried. Just give her another chance. She would never appear in front of him as a woman of emperor Cheng Qing and a concubine.

It was as if fate had played a joke on her. She felt that she had taken the right path. In the end, she found that she had been wrong from the beginning.

Wan Jilan felt a fog in front of her eyes. She blinked and felt a few drops of wet liquid flowing down her eyes. She raised her hand and wiped her tears. Her smile was gentle and sweet, just like when they first met.

At that time, he was the eldest son of the general of Zhenguo. She was the little princess of the Wanqi family. Before emperor Chengqing ascended the throne, the Yan Family guarded Dingfeng pass in the northwest of Dashang, and the residence of the Wanqi family was more than 20 miles away from Dingfeng pass.

No one knows that Yan Zhaonan once saved the lives of the head of the wanjiyi family. The two families also jokingly said that they wanted to marry their children. However, at that time, Yan Chu and wanjilan were still young, and the elders of both sides planned to let them cultivate their feelings from childhood. After their respective growth, if they still had that intention, they would decide to marry.

Before emperor Chengqing summoned Yan Zhaonan and his family to Beijing on the grounds of his birthday, Yan Chu and Wan Jilan promised to bring her the most fashionable gadgets in Beijing.

They grew up together. In wanjilan's heart, Yan Chu had long been her future husband.

With countless hopes, she came only with the news that the Yan family had been slaughtered, followed by Yan Zhaonan's treason and treason.

At that time, people in the Northwest were in danger. Many of Yan Zhaonan's former subordinates were involved. The friendship between the Wanqi family and Yan Zhaonan was carried out in private. Coupled with the special status of the Wanqi family, they withdrew from this matter.

At that time, wanjilan, who was only ten years old, didn't believe that uncle Yan would commit treason and rebellion. Similarly, she also wanted to investigate the Yan Family Massacre, but the northwest was too far from the capital. Even as a little princess of Wanji family, what she could do was limited. Finally, she made up her mind and simply entered the court as a peacemaker, Only when she went to the capital and around emperor Chengqing could she find more information.

When she was 15 years old, she went to the palace. When she left the northwest, she set up a clothes grave for Yan Chu as a survivor, in which all the gifts that Yan Chu had given her were buried.

At that time, Wan Jilan, who wanted to overturn the case for the Yan family, didn't expect that Yan Chu, whom she was thinking of, would appear in front of her again with such a different appearance.

Although Yan Chu was about to be ten years old when he separated from her, he was tall and strong because of his perennial exercise, his skin was healthy wheat color, full of vitality, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of noble righteousness.

Yan Chu, who once again appeared in front of her, was thin, white as snow, and had a morbid beauty. His eyes were as evil as snakes and scorpions. In addition, he preferred thick and colorful clothes such as red and dark purple, which were decadent and haunting. It was also frightening.

Such Yan Chu made it impossible for her to connect the other party with the former youth. I'm afraid no one could recognize her. The notorious governor Xiao and Duke Xiao Chang were actually the eldest son of the general of the town.

Wan Jilan remembered that Xiao was the surname of Yan Chu's mother's family. The other party changed his surname and lurked in the deep palace for what he was doing. Don't think about it.

At the first time when she found each other, Wan Jilan wanted to meet Yan Chu. But soon, she was timid.

In what capacity did she recognize each other, as the concubine of emperor Chengqing, and as a woman who is likely to be the culprit of the Yan Family Massacre? She also gave birth to a son for his enemy. In this way, what qualification does she have to come to him and tell him that she misses him so much every day and night.

What's more, she knows his pride more than anyone. The former general Yan has now become a eunuch despised by everyone. Does he really want her to recognize him?

Perhaps Yan Chu thought so. Obviously, they were so close, but they had no contact in recent years. Even if they met in the palace, they didn't say hello and avoided each other.

Wan Jilan watched silently. She watched the man lose himself in hatred. He became more and more powerful. Everyone was afraid of him. He was stained with more and more blood. He deserved to be guilty and innocent.

Such Yan Chu made her feel strange.

Coming to this deep palace, what supports wanjilan is the friendship of childhood and the feelings brewed and accumulated by time. However, in the face of such a strange Yan Chu and his growing son, wanjilan's balance begins to swing.

Cheng Qingdi was unhappy with her, but she couldn't give up Zong Zhengqing Qi's child born in October.

At the beginning, she played the idea of supporting her son to ascend the throne, and then her son to rehabilitate the Yan family. Up to now, this idea still hasn't changed. The only variable is Yan Chu. Wan Jilan doesn't know what Yan Chu wants to do, but needless to say, the other party must hate the patriarchal royal family. He won't let go of emperor Cheng Qing, nor will he let go of these descendants of emperor Cheng Qing.

Wan Jilan can't stop Yan Chu's revenge and even help the other party speed up the revenge into the city, but she really panics. If one day, when her son and Yan Chu stand opposite, who should she help.

"Stop it. I'm going to decide the life of emperor Cheng Qing. In terms of young friendship, don't worry. The position of the Empress Dowager is yours, and the position of the emperor will also be your son. Cough."

Yan Chu coughed twice, and his already pale skin added a bit of death, just like flowers in full bloom. The more gorgeous they are, the more they smell the smell of * *.

"Do you think all I do now is for the position of Empress Dowager?"

Wan Jilan was a little sad, but he could hear each other's cough. He still couldn't help but want to come forward with a soft heart.

She knew that emperor Cheng Qing favored him, and there was also a rumor in the palace that the pill refined by the Taoists in the pill room was often rewarded by Emperor Cheng Qing to Yan Chu and shared with him.

As intelligent as Wan Jilan, you can't know what those things are. Just look at Cheng Qingdi's body now. It's a thing that can empty people, so Cheng Qingdi thinks it's a good thing.

Yan Chu wanted to win the trust of emperor Cheng Qing. Naturally, he could not deduce the reward given by Emperor Cheng Qing. It can be imagined that the man who had been seriously injured would deteriorate after taking these deadly pills.

Wan Jilan secretly found two cooks who were good at making medicinal meals and arranged them in Lanqin palace with their own contacts. At least they can help regulate Yan Chu's body.

On the one hand, he was worried, and on the other hand, he was cold because the other party was too alienated. The words that Wan Jilan blurted out were a little stiff.

The old lady acted as a wood in the back, but she felt anxious for her Princess. Obviously, she had been thinking about this man in her heart. How could she really have a chance to be alone and make you uncomfortable?

In the old Mammy's opinion, Emperor Cheng Qing is not worthy of his own princess, and his own princess has no intention of being spoiled by him. Otherwise, according to the princess's appearance and mind, there is nothing about the enchanting Princess Jiang in the harem.

I also blame the old emperor. If he hadn't done so many things, the Yan family would be fine. Their princess and little general Yan must be a couple of immortals.

Now, general Yan has changed, and the little princess has been hampered by the fourth prince. No matter what they do, they can't go back to the past.

The old lady felt sorry for her little princess. In her heart, she wrote down a few words to the dying old emperor. She decided to go to the Little Buddha Hall to pay homage when she returned to the Yanyun Pavilion, and wished the confused old emperor an early ascension.

"We have only a little friendship in childhood. Don't you want me to believe that everything you do now is for me, hahaha, cough, LAN bin, LAN Niang, it's ridiculous."

Yan Chu coughed as he spoke. Because he was too excited, he almost coughed out his lungs. However, because of this, he held his breath and his face was a little more ruddy.

"My previous engagement with you was just a joke of my elders. From the day I chose to enter the palace, this engagement was invalid. You should be your LAN bin, wait for the old emperor to die, and then be your empress dowager. That's all. Don't do those meaningless things anymore. I won't thank you. This heart died as early as 23 years ago."

Yan Chu took Wan Jilan's hand and put it on his chest.

"That silly Yan Chu is dead. Now Xiao Chu is alive, Xiao Chu who climbed up from hell."

He got close to Wan Jilan. They were very close and could feel the temperature of each other's breathing.

Wan Jilan can smell the faint smell of blood on each other, even the smell of * * that cannot be removed after bathing and dressing.

The pale skin, the shadow of facial features in the night, and the dark eyes reflected the red color of clothes. It was strange and terrible. Wan Jilan couldn't help taking a step back.

"Hiss -"

Yan Chu's laughter dissipated in the air with a gust of breeze, as if the laughter was just her illusion.

"You're afraid of me. You're afraid of me."

Yan Chu smiled wantonly. He loosened Wan Jilan's hand and restrained his smile for a long time. The expression on his face recovered.

"So stop trying to get close to me."

After that, Yan Chu left without looking back.

"Not so, not so..."

After he left, Wan Jilan knelt directly on the cold slate floor. She kept shaking her head. Where did she still look cold in the past.

How could she be afraid of him? She clearly, she clearly

Is it true that time has changed them beyond recognition and can no longer find their former appearance?

Wan Jilan doesn't believe it!

*****

It was dark in the Lanqin hall. All the people in the palace who served here knew that Xiao Jiuqian was the most impatient to be disturbed when he was alone. Therefore, few people served close to him and would not enter the bedroom hall to serve.

Therefore, as soon as the lights went out in the palace, the servants went back to their rooms to have a rest. Except for a few servants on the night watch, there was no popularity in Nuo Da's palace.

At this time, in the bedroom of Lanqin hall, Yan Chu went to a dark box, took out a large wooden box, and wiped the contents one by one according to his previous habits.

There are inexpensive but better than exquisite small steps. There are small clay figurines that have been cracked for a long time, as well as a faded small Hydrangea and gadgets, which have been carefully cleaned up and put back as they are.

These gadgets, no more, no less, are exactly 23 gifts that he owes a little girl.

Yan Chu covered his heart and felt a dull pain. He never stopped after he said those heartless words in biboting. He didn't know whether these feelings were the original ones or his own in this world.

Even Yan Chu couldn't tell what the feelings he had when he was young were like. After all, he had only memories of those feelings. It was only because of the subsequent tragedy that the only remaining feelings were too precious. Whenever he was in despair, it was only these small once beautiful things that supported him. The more he missed them, the more sublimated the emotion was until it rolled into a snowball, Every look is sad, every thought is heartache.

"This time, it will be a different ending."

Yan Chu covered his chest and whispered.

It shouldn't have been their pain. He wanted to see if they would have a different future in this life if they had tried to believe and let go.

*****

"At the age of nine thousand, those who eat inside out have been dealt with."

In the bustling imperial garden, a man in a White Mink Fur Beaded shawl sat on the master's chair. A pot of green tea was still steaming. It was cool and slightly wet in late autumn.

His skin is as white as jade, and he can almost be painted with a moon white Python robe and brocade. Of course, first of all, he has to remove the bloody picture not far from him at this time.

More than a dozen palace men were tied to the bench, and on the edge were strong eunuchs with a red flag in their hands.

"Boo - boo - boo -" every board could hear the screams of the palace men tied to the bench. With the naked eye, we could see the blood seeping from the thin clothes. After a few sticks, the clothes were broken. The skin under the clothes was torn, and white bones could be seen.

A gust of wind blew again, and the strong smell of blood could be heard all the way.

You should know that this imperial garden is a place for palace concubines to spend their leisure. They originally wanted to relieve their fatigue. They didn't want to see such a scene called purgatory in the world. How can those palace concubines feel better.

Jiang Fengjiao covered her nose. She had been a palace maid and knew how cruel the masters were to punish the palace people who made mistakes, but she had never seen more than a dozen lives in a row, which disappeared in front of her.

Looking at the man whose face was calm not far away, Jiang Fengjiao had a faint feeling of fear. Could she really seduce such a cold-blooded devil?