Jiang Bo galloped all the way back to the Prince's Mansion without stopping. He threw the horse rein in the hand of the concierge and went to the inner courtyard.
Qingshu chased after him and was out of breath.
When he returned to the palace, he heard the concierge ask him: "What happened to the prince today?"
Qingshu trembled and said, "There must be something bad going on in the court."
He put down these words, did not dare to delay, and went to Prince Yilan Courtyard.
But he saw that the prince actually poured a bucket of ice water in the courtyard on himself.
"Your Majesty!"
Qingshu was startled: "It's freezing cold today, you will get sick like this!"
But Jiang Bo ignored him at all. He felt the cold water soaking into his whole body. After a moment of coolness, he was still unbearably hot.
The Qingxiang is so ferocious.
He had no choice but to turn around and pick up a long sword on the weapons rack. He thrust the sword into the sky and stabbed it into the night.
Seeing this, Qingshu couldn't help but feel anxious.
"My lord, your clothes are soaked through. You need to change into something new."
But Jiang Bo ignored him and answered him with bursts of "buzzing" sounds that broke through the air.
Begonia in the courtyard seemed unable to bear the sharp sword energy and fell down with a rustling sound.
Jiang Bo's eyes were heavy, and he only pierced with a long sword. He saw a flash of sword light, and the begonia was split into four petals at the tip of the sword. Then there were several sword flowers, and the sword light connected with the snowflakes in the sky.
The Qingshu became more and more anxious: "What... what on earth is going on?"
He has followed the prince for many years, and he understands the art of swordsmanship. Being so eager for quick success is self-destructive and harmful.
He has never seen the prince like this since his wife passed away.
But at this time, Jiang Bo could hardly hear Qingshu's words, and his ears were filled with the sound of the sword and the woman's voice echoing over and over again.
"My lord, you haven't tried what it's like to be a woman, have you? Give it a try, and only then will you know the benefits of being a man."
"My lord, life is short, you should enjoy yourself in time."
…………
Every word seems to be confusing.
The plum blossoms in the Meiyuan Garden seem to be before your eyes, blooming coquettishly and brightly, ripe and red, like a petal of lips close to your ear.
"Think less, think less, desire less...Thinking too much will make you lazy, thinking too much will make your energy scattered, and desiring too much will damage yourself..."
He forced himself to recall the mental methods his master taught him.
"The land is in danger. The four great emptinesses of suffering. The five yins are selfless. The mutation of birth and death. Hypocrisy and no owner..."
"It turns out that the prince is moved."
An unprovoked sentence came in. Jiang Bo's men panicked and stabbed him wrongly.
All previous efforts have been wasted...
He staggered and fell forward.
"Your Majesty..."
Qingshu was so frightened when he saw this that he hurried forward to help Jiang Bo.
"Qingshu." Qingshu supported Jiang Bo and heard the emptiness in his voice.
"Quickly, knock me out." Jiang Bo said.
"Ah?" Qingshu didn't understand.
"Knock me out!" Jiang Bo's voice was a little urgent.
"But...but why?" Qingshu didn't understand.
"I have been poisoned by love. If it is allowed to develop, the consequences will be disastrous."
Only then did Qing Shu realize that it was a very cold day, but the prince's whole body was actually frighteningly hot to touch.
"But...but Prince, didn't you just enter the palace? So...how could you be poisoned by love?"
However, Qingshu had a bad temper. Jiang Bo was worried. He was about to say something, but before he could open his mouth, his vision went dark and he fell backwards.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
Qingshu was so frightened that he called Jiang Bo in his ear, but there was no response at all.
**
On the other side of the Chaoyun Palace, Mu Qingchao suffered from insomnia for the first time since his rebirth.
She sat on the bedside, curled up into a small ball, facing the lamp, her heart was complicated and difficult to understand, and she could not fall asleep for a long time.
She discovered that people are really different.
Jiang Bo's family members are all dead, and everyone in the world has lied to him, bullied him, betrayed him, and abandoned him, but he can still live such an upright and open life.
And she, it seems, can't do it.
She couldn't risk her own life for the so-called integrity and kindness.
To her, what is justice? It is nothing compared to having enough food and clothing.
What do all the people in the world mean? Together they are not worth the lives of her closest relatives.
She never regretted it, she just had a lot of emotions for no reason.
There was something on my mind, and I didn't know what time it was when I fell asleep.
She only remembered that when Chun Ya woke her up, she said: "Your Majesty is hosting a banquet for all the officials tonight, so the Queen Mother must get up early to dress up."
Yes, tonight is New Year's Eve...
In her previous life, she was imprisoned in prison for several months and died tonight.
I expected that this life would be equally difficult.
She has been hiding in the palace from her good uncle for such a long time. I guess if I get the chance tonight, he will not let her go no matter what.
Today is the New Year's Eve banquet, so you should wear court clothes.
Mu Qingchao sat in front of the dressing mirror, letting Chunya and Qiangwei go back and forth to sort out the jewelry and clothes, layer by layer, piece by piece, from the afternoon until nearly dusk.
What's even more pitiful is...
Mu Qingchao did not stop...
Shen Mu was so late that she didn't even think about how poor she was. Does such an important occasion require her to walk to Jiying Palace step by step in complicated clothes?
But Mu Qingchao was stubborn at heart and refused to lose his temper in front of others.
She stretched out her hand and said, "Chunya, walk with Aijia over there."
Saying this, it's as if she doesn't want to sit in the sedan chair.
Seeing this, Chunya respectfully stepped forward to support her.
It's a busy day today, with people coming and going outside Chaoyun Palace. I can't help but laugh when I see this.
Who doesn't know that the Queen Mother's reputation is unfair? It's just that her reputation is left to fend for itself. She is the only one who takes herself seriously, and the way she pretends to take advantage of her is really ridiculous.
Mu Qingchao took these views seriously.
But she didn't care. She held Chun Ya in one hand, held her head high, and walked slowly and steadily towards the front hall step by step. If an uninformed person looked at it, he might actually think of her as the Queen Mother.
Fortunately, the palace is decorated with all kinds of palace lanterns, which are colorful. The snowflakes reflecting the snow give it a feeling of steaming clouds and glowing clouds. It is also very interesting to watch while walking.
It stands to reason that since the late emperor is newly mourned, everything in the palace should be simple. However, the royal family and nobles are used to living a life of enjoyment. How can they really become frugal all of a sudden?
It's just casual talk and show-off outside.
How to live in peace and harmony, how to live happily and happily, it's all the same.
"Sister Mu!"
Mu Qingchao was walking when she suddenly heard someone calling her from behind.
She turned around in shock and saw a dark and thin man walking towards him with a happy face.