Ruan Zhuoxin lowered his head in silence for a while, not hearing the movement of the man in black clothes, then stood up on his own and stared at him steadily.
Countless possibilities flashed through Jiang Huaiyang's mind, stirring up thousands of waves in his heart, and finally condensed into one sentence, "How did you come back?" He said it with difficulty, and his voice was a little stagnant.
"With one breath left, he was picked up by the Khitans..." Ruan Zhuoxin seemed to have thought of something and paused.
It turned out that when the battlefield was being cleared, his body was not found.
"Your Majesty, please pay close attention to Prince Jing," he reminded in a deep voice, "I saw him at the Khitan side."
Jiang Huaiyang exhaled heavily, "I know." The old man of the Rong family is loyal to Prince Jing.
Although he was tight-lipped, he unexpectedly took pity on his granddaughter. He could not be pried open by a thousand punishments, but because of the words "Concubine Shu is not having a good life", he confessed everything.
Jiang Huaiyang could spare the innocent concubine Shu.
It is precisely because of this that the daughter of the Rong family, who was sent to the palace as a craftsman, is safe and sound until now.
Ruan Zhuoxin was stunned and suddenly laughed softly. He should have thought that there was nothing in the world that was not included in this guy's plan, so he was in vain.
He stopped smiling and had a complicated look on his face, "I want to see Yi'er." He was trapped in Khitan for several years, and finally found an opportunity to escape back to Wu Kingdom. There was nothing he could explain in one sentence. It's just that he
He was worried about his tearful sister and didn't want to say more.
As for what happened to Yi'er and the Cheng family, and how she got into the palace, she could put it aside for the time being. He could only feel at ease when he saw someone first.
Just as Jiang Huaiyang was about to say something, there was a knock on the palace door, and Wen Zhi brought in a palace maid who looked very embarrassed.
"Your Majesty, this is the maid next to Concubine Jin. She has something to report to you."
The two of them looked at each other, which made Wen Zhi stunned. He opened his mouth and couldn't say a word for a long time. How could it not be strange to be resurrected from the dead!
While he was stunned, Qing Luo knelt down and said, "Please, Your Majesty, go and see our empress, the imperial kitchen... The Queen Mother..." All the manuscripts that had been written were invalidated. He became panicked and couldn't explain clearly for a long time.
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She could only kowtow in silence, and a muffled sound echoed in the hall. Blood dripped from her forehead and flowed down the side of her nose, along with tears.
Ruan Zhuoxin's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Jiang Huaiyang and asked first, "Where is she now?"
"Come with our family." Wen Zhi thought to himself that something was wrong, and he didn't care about all that at the moment.
But there was no need for him to lead the way, Jiang Huaiyang had already walked out, leaving only a black afterimage. Ruan Zhuoxin pursed his lips and looked at Wen Pheasant aside, who lowered his eyes slightly.
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But she said that Ruan Yuyi was sitting nearby, playing tuneless music every now and then. There was a commotion outside, but she turned a deaf ear to it, wondering what she was thinking about.
Until Mu Xiang pushed the door open and said in a trembling voice, "Miss, the eldest son, he is back!"
She made a wrong note, and the string suddenly broke, cutting her shiny fingertips, and soon blood beads like onyx oozed out. She didn't believe it, but she didn't want Mu Xiang to use this matter with her.
It was a joke, so he said in a low voice, "Don't joke about it."
"No... Oh." She couldn't say a word or two, so Mu Xiang simply came up to pull her.
She sighed and had no choice but to follow Muxiang all the way outside. However, the commotion outside the palace was so big that it seemed that the Queen Mother's plan was discovered. It was good that this relieved a depression in her heart.
There was indeed a mess outside. The courtyard door was open, and one could faintly hear the conversation between Wen Zhi and the guards, asking questions and sneering.
Among the various colors of brocade clothes, a young man with a snow-green straight skirt walked in. He had a handsome face, but his eyebrows were pursed and his lips were pursed. His expression was not good, and his hand was subconsciously placed on the waist where the sword was tied.
It was as if vines came out from underneath and wrapped around Ruan Yuyi's ankles, causing her to stand still in place.
Her lipsticked lips trembled slightly, and then she curved her lips and smiled, "Muxiang, I must be tired, because I'm dreaming about my brother." As she said that, she turned around and walked inside.
Someone hugged her behind her. Martial arts practitioners were always unsure of how strong they would be. They squeezed her arm until it hurt, and pressed a furry head against it.
The familiar voice said in her ear, "Yi'er, why did you get your ears pierced?" When she was a child, she cried and complained that it hurt. She ran away for most of the Ruan family and refused to compromise, which made the mother-in-law beside her suffer.
, panting for a long time, and finally fell ill.
Her ear holes were pierced a little crookedly, but they were completely intact, and there was a white jade pendant hanging from them that looked heavy at first glance.
Before she could say anything, tears fell down first and slid into the corner of her mouth, which was very salty.
"It hurts." She heard herself say this, but she didn't know whether she was referring to her arm or her earlobe.
She gently opened his hand, turned around, and traced his description one by one with her eyes. Her brother's appearance was somewhat different from that in her memory. He was not as fair as before, and there was a scar the size of a fingernail on his forehead.
If this is a dream, then there is nothing wrong with letting her sleep in the dream.
Tears wetted her long eyelashes and washed away the makeup. The ends of her eyes were slightly red, and her thin shoulders were shaking, like a frightened white rabbit, so pitiful.
Seeing his sister in tears, Ruan Zhuoxin felt a pang in his heart and regretted that he had come home too late. He was a little at a loss and might as well have touched his sister's face directly. She was a grown-up girl. Fortunately, Mu Xiang on the side handed over the handkerchief.
Come, "eldest son."
He took it and wiped away her tears little by little. But the more she wiped away, the more tears she shed!
She cried so hard that she couldn't breathe, and her tears almost formed strings, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances she had suffered in the past two years. She knew that she could, and she could vent as she pleased in front of her brother.
Ruan Zhuoxin was a little helpless, but he took the trouble to wipe it for her.
Later, Jiang Huaiyang finished explaining the affairs of the Queen Mother in a few words, and stepped in. What he saw was this scene. He was overwhelmed by countless complicated things. In fact, only three or four days had passed, but the Queen Mother seemed to be at this moment.
Stretch your arms and legs very long.
Touching people who shouldn't be touched.
He knew that the remaining members of the Third Prince's party were still in the palace, and his original plan was to make them exposed and pull them out, but he didn't expect that something would happen at this moment.
He actually wanted to know from a palace maid about the life and death situation she had passed. Thinking about it this way, it is not known that the Queen Mother may have interfered with those trivial matters.
Jiang Huaiyang stood where he was, wanting the two of them to get along for a while, but feeling inexplicably restless, he stepped forward and took the shark gauze handkerchief from Ruan Zhuo's hand, intending to wipe her tears.
But she seemed to have no intention of crying, and subconsciously hid behind her, her eyes full of conflict.
Seeing that look, his heart suddenly felt empty, followed by a throbbing pain. He didn't know why, so he tentatively called, "Ling Ling?"
"You're blaming me." His tone was determined, his eyes slightly narrowed, clearly sad, but showing a bit of darkness.
Seeing this, Ruan Zhuoxin opened his hand and stopped her in front of her. She pursed her lips and stepped back a little.