Chapter 2

It's freezing and snowy. It's a bit awkward.

Looking at each other for a moment, the young man bowed generously, and his thin lips pursed a simple curve: "it's impolite to disturb the princess at night."

"If you know it's impolite, don't you offer money to make amends?" Bu Qingyi hooked his fingers and looked like a rogue. "The snow fox fur on you is a rare thing. It's only said that the material can be worth three or four thousand Liang no matter how it's made. It's not too much for you to give me a thousand Liang."

The two men were a hundred paces apart, but their voices were heard clearly, as if they were listening to each other. Wei Jiucheng envies these two people's internal power cultivation. After all, it can't be quickly accumulated only by diligent cultivation. It comes from the damned thing called talent to a considerable extent.

"It's not like the style of King Guangling that the princess opens her mouth like this." The young childe's Phoenix eyes narrowed, which was more meaningful. "A few days ago, I heard that the king of Guangling took back his eldest daughter, who had been living outside since he was a child. I just sent someone to inquire for a moment, and asked the princess not to blame. I don't know the name of the princess yet."

It's rude for a stranger to ask about a woman who hasn't come out of the cabinet. Besides, she is Princess Qingyu, the daughter of King Guangling, the head of the twelve princes. Bu Qingyi understands that the young master doesn't believe the news spread by Su muzhe. He may even think that she is not princess Qingyu, so he deliberately asks her name.

Bu Qingyi didn't mean to hide it.

She had expected that for a long time.

"Bu Qingyi. Step by step, the green clothes on you. " Bu Qingyi stretched out his hand and pointed at him from a distance.

Young childe has no facial expression change, but Wei Jiucheng is a Leng, and bu Qingyi keenly catches his fleeting expression.

The daughter of Su muzhe, king of Guangling, should be su. Even if I have been living with my mother since I was a child, I should take my mother's surname as Lin. how can I have a surname of Bu? This kind of answer will leave anyone at a loss.

What's more, there are too many stories hidden behind the three words of Bu Qingyi.

Black as night's eyes move, bu Qingyi smiles more charmingly: "I've already reported my family, isn't it your turn next? The first time we met, we went after the girl's house and asked questions. We still used this old way of chatting up, but we can't catch up with the person we love. "

"It doesn't matter. I still have a lifetime before I meet the right person, which is enough time for me to practice chatting skills." After a pause, the young master answered the question, "Pei Mogui, the prince of Dongyang. This is the best meddler in the imperial capital. "

"I haven't heard of it. But it's very much like those dandies. They are very self righteous. "

Pei Mogui ignored the unspoken sarcasm, and his smile as light as the moon remained unchanged: "I'm really not famous, but maybe Miss Bu has heard of the name of peizan, Wang of Dongyang."

"It's your father's business that your father is famous. I'm not your mother. Why care?" Bu Qingyi yawns, and seems to be lack of interest. Without waiting for Pei Mogui to speak again, she has turned around and returned to the deep Wangfu lane.

When Bu Qingyi's figure disappeared completely, Wei Jiucheng relieved his tension and sighed. When he looked at Pei Mo's return, he felt a little aggrieved: "before the master sent me, I knew she was not princess Qingyu, right? Can't you let me know in advance so that I can be ready? I'm really surprised to hear the name of Bu Qingyi! "

Pei Mo didn't answer, staring at the empty lane, his lips unconsciously stirred up a smile.

In the spring of the 27th year of Yunhe, there was an earthquake in the capital, which caused numerous house damages and displaced more than 100000 people. In addition, there were many cracks in the external walls of the mausoleum built outside the Imperial City, which made Longyan angry.

Four thousand craftsmen who took part in the restoration of the imperial mausoleum five years ago were all hanged, and the Minister of the Ministry of industry who was in charge of the restoration project was killed. Su Muzhi, the king of Guangling, who was the most virtuous, finally calmed the dragon's anger. In a twinkling of an eye, he was sent to inspect the damage of the imperial mausoleum.

In fact, the damage of the imperial mausoleum is not serious, only one accompanying tomb collapsed, and the cracks in other mausoleums can be repaired. The emperor who got the news was not noisy at all. He was rewarded with a lot of real gold and silver, which made other courtiers envy him. The ordinary people who were far away from the temple were concerned about another piece of gossip.

It is said that the emperor Guangling brought back not only the results of the inspection, but also a young woman who was wrapped up in a thick woolen blanket from the West Sea and quietly brought back to the palace. Strangely enough, none of the information about the woman was sent to the court. Even if someone asked, the king of Guangling laughed and interrupted, saying nothing.

A few days later, there was a cry that "Qingyu county mainly returned to the palace".

That's kind of interesting.

"The marketplace and temples all know that Princess Qingyu has never returned since she left the palace, but no one has ever seen what she looks like. Now that the Lord has suddenly pushed out a woman, he says that she is from her parents, which inevitably makes people suspicious. "

After coming back from Bu Qingyi's room, Su Muzha's ears never stopped. His princess Ye is not a noisy person, but somehow, she complains about the arrival of Bu Qingyi."Don't think I'm deliberately pushing her out, Lord. I'm really afraid that outsiders will gossip." Seeing that Su Muzhi was silent, ye took the initiative to knead his knees for him, lowered his head and continued to say, "when I carried her back that day, I saw a lot of people. What if the Marquis asked? Can the Lord still say that she is Princess Qingyu? "

"I know it in my heart, so don't --"

Su Muzha impatiently pushed Ye's hand away. Suddenly there was a sound from the door, followed by Bu Qingyi's lazy teasing.

"The princess just needs to take care of the mouth of the people in the house. I'll find a way to deal with it." Facing the gaping expression of Guangling Wang and his wife, bu Qingyi exits the bedroom and goes away calmly, regardless of whether his intrusion is rude or not.

Whether she was a prince or a general, she had never been afraid of anyone or cared about other people's opinions. She reached an agreement with Su muzhe and pretended to be princess Qingyu not for the sake of glory and wealth.

A person who has "died" once does not care about the past. The glory is just a piece of grass. The only thing she wants is the truth.

Who betrayed luanshuege? Who betrayed Gu Chaoxi? Who drugged, ambushed and assassinated them on their way home, forcing her to separate from the most important person for 13 years, even if he was alive or dead?

Maybe god let the imperial mausoleum collapse, arranged for Su Muzhi to find her in the ice coffin, in order to give her a chance, search, revenge.

Back to the west chamber, which has been vacant for more than ten years, the open-minded smile that originally lingered on Bu Qingyi's face gradually faded away. She gently pressed her heart, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and recalled Wang Shizi's words. Two words were squeezed out between her pale lips.

"Pei Zan..."

It was 13 years before she heard the name again, which was on the list she wrote to Su mu.

Is the former deputy leader of Luan Xue Pavilion now a king of different surnames? Or is that just a person with the same name and surname but not related to her and Luan Xue Ge? The son of the king of Dongyang came to spy on the situation. What was his intention?

Lying on the bed quietly in the dark, walking in green clothes, it seems that she is not sleeping. Half asleep and half awake, she seems to have gone back to the time before she sank into the dark. Countless confused memory fragments collide madly in her mind, heavy and gloomy.

"Ah Qing, I have never forced you to do anything, but this time, you can't refuse."

"Ah Qing, believe me, I will always protect you, whether you live or die."

"Ah Qing, if you and I can escape this disaster, I will..."

The clattering sound of the water cut off everything. She was familiar with the times, the rivers and lakes she had traveled, the gratitude and resentment she couldn't put down, the voice she couldn't hear enough, and the man she could never forget, who was Shuxuan, handsome, decisive and always smiling at her.

Tears Yin wet soft pillow, was a cold cheek wake up, the sky has been bright. Step green clothes open eyes, stay Leng for a long time before turning over to sit up, just outside the door came the maid timid inquiry.

"The princess? The Lord ordered us to dine in the main hall at noon. "

Bu Qingyi answered casually and went to the main hall after simple grooming.

According to the custom of Guangling palace, except for the imperial concubine Chen, all the other women's family members have dinner in the boudoir. Although she has been in the palace for several days, she has not formally met with the "relatives" in the palace. This meal this morning must have been arranged for her by Su muzhe.

Although Su muzhe is a slippery old fox, he is very serious emotionally. Apart from the late Princess Lin, he is also a continuation of the princess ye, and has no other pillow side people. As a result, the people in Guangling Palace are not prosperous, not to mention Princess Qingyu, who was sent to Qingming mountain for cultivation because of his weakness and illness in the early years. Only princess Qingyun, who came from the Lin family, Su Jinshang, and her only son, Su Zhenzhi, are left.

When his elder sister and younger brother called, the dinner table was very hot. Despite the previous night's unhappiness, Ye was still generous and decent, and Su Muzhi was even more smiling. He was really like an old father enjoying his family.

But bu Qingyi raised inappropriate questions at inappropriate times.

"I've heard that among the kings of different surnames in this dynasty, the ability of father king is second only to Dongyang king. Is the king of Dongyang really so powerful? "

There are only two kings of different surnames in all. Isn't it abusive to say that they are second? Su Mu covered a mouthful of hot soup, but he coughed all at one breath.

Without waiting for Su Mu to cover his mouth, one of Su Zhen, who was still young and had no city government, sneered: "elder sister Chang, how can she grow other people's ambition and destroy her own prestige? What's the origin of Dongyang king? How many things are not clear in the world? What are the abilities of the grass bandits? "

"You can't say that." Su Muzhi dried the soup on his beard and shook his head. "Those so-called people in the Jianghu were in chaos all over the place. Luanshuege was one of the big sects. The king of Dongyang was in charge of luanxuege at that time. He took the initiative to abandon the secret and turn to the light to submit to the imperial court. The emperor would have no worries about the future. Not everyone can make the contribution. "

"That's true. It is said that more than 100 court officials were damaged in the hands of luanxuege assassins. I've also heard that there were several courtiers with ghosts in their hearts who were worried that they would be the next target. They had to be tested for drugs when they ate, and they were often escorted by dozens of guards when they went out. They laughed to death! " Su Zhenzhi is young and straightforward, and has no scruples in speaking.Su Jinshang couldn't get in for a long time. When he heard that the three people mentioned luanxuege, there was a trace of disdain in their almond like eyes: "holding the banner of eliminating harm for the people, we can't even see the name chivalry. Otherwise, how can Luan Xue Pavilion be betrayed by the female assassin named Qingyan, and how can the leader of the pavilion who is in the limelight die with her? "

Bu Qingyi listened quietly, but his hand couldn't help shaking, and the meatballs fell off the table.