Chapter 2

Knife after knife, looking at their own flesh and blood from the body, until the blood dripping, leaving only moribund white bone, what kind of feeling is this?

Humiliation? despair? pain? And --

hate?

But already painful numbness, is really will not have the feeling again.

Dirty palace, the crime of regicide, bear the eternal reputation, but achieve other people's imperial hegemony?

Si Tu Ming is really cruel enough to make her bear such a big black pot and refuse to give her a whole body.

A thousand cuts, put to death!

Yan Jinning wanted to laugh, but at the end of the day, the tears began to flow down

The eastern mausoleum is a suburb of the imperial capital.

It was cold and rainy outside the window, and the light in the room was dim towards evening.

Servant girl blue Qi went to light a palace lantern and put it on the small table beside the bed, then hung her head and retreated.

The warm light reflected the rosy face of the girl in the bed curtain, her dry and cracked lips moved slightly, but the corners of her eyes were silent and two lines of tears rolled down.

Mother Liu quickly took out her handkerchief and wiped it for her. She turned her head with gratitude and said to the young man in front of her: "Your Highness, your highness, has come to see our young lady's illness. It's really intentional. The old slave thanks my young lady for her. She looks like this Please don't blame your Highness for any impoliteness. "

The young man looked sixteen or seventeen years old. His face was like a jade, and his facial features were beautiful. Even in such a gloomy sky, people could not ignore it. It seemed that because of his existence, the whole room was brightened.

"What did the doctor say? Is there really nothing in the way of it? " The young man asked, thin lips slightly pursed, fixed on the bed looking at the sleeping girl.

"There is a doctor in Chuang Tzu. The young lady was infected with wind and cold, but she was still fine. A few days ago, she suddenly got a high fever, and then she fell asleep. The doctor came to see her pulse again. She said it was much better than yesterday. If you take care of it carefully, there will be no mistakes." Liu's mother returned respectfully with a look of worry on her face.

Yan Jinning on the bed has been in a comatose sleep, sometimes it will be very hard to frown.

"Your Highness, it's late. It's hard to walk on the mountain road in rainy days. It's time for us to go back." Waiting outside the door guard Yan Ning reminds way.

The young man stared at Yan Jinning and remained silent for a while. Then he slowly vomited his breath: "take care of her. If you don't feel well tomorrow, you can send her back to Beijing to see doctor Xuan."

"Yes! I don't have to be a slave. " Mother Liu bowed her eyes and nodded.

The boy turned to go out, and she got up in a hurry to see him off.

Yan Jinning opened her heavy eyelids, only heard the sound of footsteps outside the room. She subconsciously turned her head and looked at it. She just saw the familiar outline in her dream passing over the window paper.

The position of the heart is hit hard by something.

Forgetting who he was, and forgetting to explore where it was, Yan Jinning just got up in a hurry, put on his shoes and ran out.

At that time, the boy and his party had already turned the corridor and stepped down to the yard.

In the rainy and rainy weather, his profile in front of her in the dark was still clear and handsome.

Everything is as beautiful as it was then.

The house, the house, the grass and the tree are all familiar to her.

Yan Jinning only thought that he was still in a dream, holding the door frame with one hand, and his eyes were sore.

"Why! Miss, wake up Just bury oneself in from the courtyard outside the big servant girl Linglong Yi Yi, and then happily run over.

Situ yuan looked back in a hurry.

Across the curtain of rain, two people's eyes collided in the cold air.

His pupils are always more colorful than ordinary people. They are always the brightest and purest.

His eyes, no matter how many times she dreamt at midnight in those three years, couldn't really see it in the nightmares. At this time, a glance into his eyes, Yan Jinning's heart, instantaneous condensation of a layer of warm and humid water vapor.

"Are you awake?" Situ yuan frowned.

"Well! Thank you for coming to see me. " She gently curved her lips and laughed.

Clearly is a very weak smile, but do not know why, slowly there is a kind of emotional flow, eyes blend in actually will be deep moving people.

When the little girl, has grown up quietly, even if the smile is no longer delicate and naughty, but with the purity and beauty of a girl.

His thoughts suddenly fell into a trance.

"Your Highness," perceiving his expression, Yan Ning is inexplicably nervous for a moment, and hastens to urge, "it's late -"

"Oh!" Situ yuan came back to God and laughed at her across the rain curtain, "just wake up and go in."

"Your Highness." Yan Jinning was in a hurry, holding the door frame and stepping out, secretly biting his lower lip, "it's raining hard outside. Now it's late. You -- you'll stay in this Chuang Tzu for one night."

"It's OK. It's only two hours to go back to Beijing. I'm going faster, and I shouldn't be too late." Situ yuan is a Leng at first, then bent the next lip corner, "this is raining, the day is cool, your body is not good, go in quickly."Then he turned to go.

"Ziyuan!" Yan Jinning's heart was flustered and he called out in fear, "don't go."

Situ yuan was stunned.

Yan Jinning's father, Yan Liang, once served as a grand Fu in the palace, teaching the princes' lessons. At that time, Yan Rong spoiled her very much. He often disguised her as a schoolboy and took her into the palace. When the princes were reading, she would sit on the high threshold with her cheek. At that time, he especially liked the little figure carved in pink and jade. He often brought some strange trinkets to her, and often played with her.

At that time, Yan Jinning was still young and always called his little word "Ziyuan" with a sweet mouth.

But in a twinkling of an eye, it has been seven years since Yan Liang passed away. She no longer enters the palace, and he no longer has the opportunity to meet her often. The two people, who occasionally meet at various banquets, only abide by etiquette and communicate with each other with tacit eyes.

For many years, he no longer heard her call him that.

Yan Jinning stood in the corridor. Seeing his hesitation, he finally gnawed his teeth. He quickly stepped down the steps and ran towards him on the water.

"Miss --" Linglong was in a hurry and went back to the house to look for an umbrella.

Situ yuan didn't expect that she would run out in the rain. His heart leaped violently and rushed to meet Yan Ning's umbrella on his head.

"What's stupid?" He lashed out his censure.

The autumn wind was very strong, and the rain was slanting away. He pulled her to her side, sheltered her from the wind with a cloak, and held an umbrella over her head.

Yan Jinning was drenched in the rain, and his hair on his temples was wet and wet. He looked a little embarrassed.

She raised her face and looked at him anxiously and nervously. She tightly grasped his cuff and said, "don't go, just stay for one night. I'll..."

In the middle of the speech, however, my throat was choked and I was a little flustered.

She still couldn't tell the dream from the reality. She only remembered clearly that he had come to see her in the rain when he knew that she was seriously ill. At that time, she was in a coma with a high fever, and it was not easy for him to stay here for the night. She left in the rain at night, and then

Then on that day, it was a farewell.

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