Qi Feng did not go to Yuyang Palace, but walked straight towards the cell.
There is a row of silver osmanthus outside the cell. I wonder if it was windy last night, and the ground is covered with a layer of tender yellow flowers. Seeing these many tender yellow flowers quietly withering on the ground, Qi Feng's mood is inexplicably depressed.
Going down. Occasionally there was a breeze, and these dead but still beautiful flowers fluttered and slowly fell down without exception, and landed at his feet with the wind.
Qi Feng bent down and picked up a handful of fallen flowers. Watching some tiny flowers falling from his fingers, Qi Feng felt an inexplicable sense of frustration. While those falling flowers announced the end of life,
But still a beautiful one.
The cold wind suddenly blew, and Qi Feng suddenly became more awake. He clenched the fallen flowers in his hands, abandoned the previous frustration, looked straight at the cell, and secretly decided in his heart that he could not let her be hurt again no matter what.
To protect her.
The lights in the cell were still bright. As soon as Qi Feng reached the corner, he heard Yan Yan's low sobs. His heart tightened and he hurriedly walked over, only to see Yan Yan gently sobbing in Qi Yi's arms.
Sobbing. Seeing her tears, he felt heartbroken. For the first time, he strongly wanted to become stronger and he wanted to protect her.
"Seventh brother." Qi Yi saw him and called him lightly.
Yan Yan, who was in his arms, immediately raised her head, broke away from his arms, and wiped the tears on her face, not wanting Qi Feng to see her weak look. However, seeing him, her tears became more and more wiping away.
Much, she really hates herself to death. Why is she so weak now, why does she shed tears easily now.
Qi Feng held her hand and felt her trembling. His heart was so painful that it almost bled. He tried his best to smile, "Girl, how many days have you not seen me so sad and crying like this?"
"You are so beautiful! Who misses you!" Yanyan threw away his hand and ignored him, but tears still kept pouring out, and she had to wipe them away harder.
"If you don't miss me, then why are you crying like this? It must be because you miss me." As he said that, he grabbed her hand and deliberately wiped her face with his sleeve, but the force was very light.
It seemed as if she would break into pieces and disappear if she exerted any force.
"What an invincible narcissist." Yan Yan rolled her eyes at him.
As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them were stunned for a while, with two words obviously written on their faces, "I don't understand!" Yanyan was amused by their expressions, and laughed softly, forgetting that he was crying just now.
Being sad.
Seeing her finally smiling, they also smiled reluctantly.
In the Huayang Palace of the third elder brother, the twelfth elder brother looked at Qi Yu standing motionless by the window with a sad face. His cold eyes were very deep, like the infinitely silent depths of the deep sea.
Everything was flowing at an extremely slow speed, and there seemed to be poisonous vines spreading in his eyes. He seemed to see painful struggle and helplessness flashing in his eyes. He had never been with his third brother.
He saw such complex and changeable expressions in his eyes in an instant, including shock, anger, joy, helplessness, and pain. Various emotions were intertwined together, which made him puzzled.
If he was happy, he could understand it, so everything was under their control. The carefully set situation was gradually going down, and the third brother's wish was about to come true. As long as they endured it for a while, then what they expected would happen.
Everything you want will come true. However, there is helpless struggle and pain in the eyes of the third brother, as if something is holding his throat. He really can't understand it.
"Third brother, everything is going according to plan, why aren't you very happy?"
Everything developed as he expected. The queen arrested Xia Yanyan, the seventh elder brother Qi Feng broke into Tianyi Palace at night, the prince vouched for Xia Yanyan with his life, the emperor was angry, and Xia Yanyan was imprisoned.
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Qi Yu recalled the game with his father in the imperial garden in the morning. Although on the surface his father was just asking him what he thought of the whole thing, in fact he had already seen that this was his plan.
When he talks about chess, he is actually telling him to concentrate on government affairs instead of playing tricks. No matter how powerful he is, he can still find ways to show off his tricks.
Twelve was right. Everything was still in his plan and had not deviated from the original track. He should be happy. However, he couldn't be happy at all. There was something pressing down on him.
"Third brother?" Seeing that he didn't speak, and the emotions in his eyes became more changeable and entangled, almost suffocating, the twelfth brother called him from the side.
"Twelve, it's time to go and see our chess piece Xia Yanyan." Qi Yi came back to his senses and looked at him, a smile creeping onto the corner of his mouth.
When the third elder brother and the twelfth elder brother came to the cell, Yan Yan was writing poems to pass the time. Qi Feng and the prince had already left. The previous fear had also disappeared with their departure. Perhaps she was thinking too much.
However, now that the matter has come to this, she should not be distracted by fear, but should work hard to escape herself. Or, she should try to think carefully during this period of time, how to prove that she is not a spy, and gain more time to think about it.
Find a way to return to your own time and space.
"Oh, you are sitting in jail so leisurely. You really have everything here. It seems you are living quite freely here."
Yanyan knew who this was without raising her head. Apart from the eccentric Twelfth Brother, she was afraid that no one would talk like this anymore. Yanyan didn't like him, she didn't like him from the bottom of her heart. She didn't intend to pay attention to him, just a little kid.
My child, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a big deal out of it. She didn't want to fight with him, so she worked hard and hard. She lowered her head and continued to write the unfinished poem on the rice paper, still writing calmly.
"It's really strange. When we came in, those slaves didn't stop us. They just brought us here, so they weren't afraid that the prisoners here would be taken away." The twelfth elder brother was not annoyed and muttered to himself on the side.
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Yan Yan wanted to laugh. Since she was imprisoned here, Qi Feng and the others have been running here every two days. Those jailers have become accustomed to people coming to see them. When they see a man in brocade clothes like this, they go directly to her to get them.
.Every time I walked away, I would look at her meaningfully.
As soon as the pen tip was closed, the final stroke was finalized, and the last word was finally written.
She felt an invisible pressure pressing her down and couldn't breathe. She raised her head and met the bottomless eyes of her third elder brother Qi Yu. He was looking at her thoughtfully, with a half-hearted smile on his lips.
Uncomfortable. Every time she saw him, Yanyan felt like she was the prey in his eyes. The uneasy feeling of being stared at made her suffocate. The pen in her hand still shook slightly, and a drop of ink was familiar.
On the rice paper, the scattered ink crumpled into a dark black color.
Yanyan hurriedly put the writing aside and picked up the rice paper. Fortunately, the drop of ink did not fall on the poem he was writing. The rice paper in his hand was suddenly snatched away.
"Who plays the desolate music of Yuefu? The wind is rustling, the rain is also rustling, and the lights have faded away for another night. I don't know what is lingering in my arms. I am bored when I wake up, and I am bored when I am drunk. I have never reached Xieqiao in my dreams."
He recited the words she wrote in a deep voice.
"I don't think you can write such charming words." The twelfth prince who was listening next to her looked at her with disdain, his face full of disdain.
"Did you write this poem?" He was still holding the rice paper and looking at her with approval.
"Didn't you just see what I wrote?" Yanyan didn't want to talk to him. She felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable all over since he came.
Although the author of this word is not her, the words on the paper were indeed written by her. Therefore, it is not wrong to say that she wrote it, but I silently bowed deeply to the author in my heart.
"I didn't expect that the maid brought back by my seventh brother is actually a talented woman."
Hearing him praising herself, Yanyan looked up at him in surprise.
"She's almost dead, what's the use of being talented." The twelfth prince said casually from the side. Hearing the words, his whole body trembled. Has the emperor decided to execute her so quickly?
"Stop talking nonsense!" Qi Yu shouted coldly for no reason, interrupting him with a deep frown on his eyebrows. After saying this, he was also frightened by his own reaction, and he quickly calmed down and said, "Twelve
, in this case, it is better to talk less in the palace. Before my father has issued the decree, you are just talking nonsense here, be careful of getting into trouble."
The moment he heard the words from Twelve Mouth that she would die, Qi Yu felt as if something suddenly grabbed his heart in his chest, and then pressed it hard into a basin of ice water. Those ice picks
He mercilessly broke through the protective layer of his heart, so the cold water poured in quickly, carrying fine ice picks, pricking his heart inside and out.
Feeling the cold blood flowing through his body, he suddenly became more awake. He tried hard to maintain calm in front of them, but inside he was already confused. He didn't know why he suddenly felt so flustered. Isn't this the result?
What he expected?
He lowered his head and glanced at the words on the rice paper, only to find that the panic in his heart had prevented him from seeing the words clearly. He shouldn't have such feelings, it would only make people vulnerable.
Not sure whether it was to cover up his panic or to be suffocated by the endless tide, or because he could no longer pretend to be cold, Qi Yu put the rice paper in his hand in front of Yan Yan, turned around and left quickly.
The twelfth elder brother caught up with him with a puzzled look on his face, and did not forget to look back at her. There was a sneer and disdain in his eyes, which was not what he should have at his age.
Looking at their leaving figures, Yanyan was still thinking about Qi Yu's words, not knowing whether to be happy or sad. But at least, she was not in danger of her life these days.
Yan Yan was just about to write when he suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps, arriving before anyone showed up. A long and sinister voice rang through his ears, "Xia Yanyan, the palace maid, is asking questions at the Jinluan Palace."
Yan Yan recognized that voice, the voice of the eminent and talented Eunuch Gao who was beside the emperor.