The extremely fast running made the trees on both sides of the road fly by like phantoms, making them dizzy. The fierce bumps made Qingcheng, who had never ridden a horse, feel chest tightness, shortness of breath, weakness in limbs, and extremely uncomfortable. At this time, Qingcheng also thought
Not being shy, he grabbed Xuanyuan Chengtian's clothes tightly and buried his head in his arms.
Xuanyuan Chengtian took Qingcheng's actions as a sign that Qingcheng was interested in him, and couldn't help but chuckle and pull her into his arms.
The steep mountain road suddenly became flat as it approached the top of the mountain, and a path paved with brown stones inserted diagonally behind a large rock.
Everyone rode their horses and turned around the rock, and a majestic palace appeared in front of them.
"Lingxiao Palace has arrived." Xuanyuan Chengtian leaned down and whispered to Qingcheng in his ear.
"Oh." Qingcheng responded weakly.
At this time, Xuanyuan Chengcai felt that something was wrong and straightened Qingcheng's limp body: her face was frighteningly pale.
"Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly." Xuanyuan Chengtian panicked and shouted loudly.
Several figures jumped out of the darkness one after another: "Your Highness, what are your orders?" (It turns out that he has been secretly followed by guards!)
Several women who looked like palace maids ran out of the palace in a panic and looked at Xuanyuan Chengtian in panic.
Xuanyuan Chengtian jumped off the horse with Qingcheng in his arms: "Hurry and show her what's wrong?"
"It's just that I'm not feeling well while riding, just take a rest." The cold voice said calmly. Jingren stood not far away with his arms crossed and looked at the fussing Cheng Tian: He was too panicked.
"Put me down." Qingcheng knew that he had arrived at Lingxiao Palace, and struggled to get down while feeling top-heavy.
"No, look at you like this, can you still walk?" Xuanyuan Chengtian looked at the weak Qingcheng in his arms, and walked towards the hall with a chuckle.
"If you want the best room, ask for some quick hands and feet, Miss Qingcheng." Xuanyuan Chengtian did not forget to give instructions to the maid next to him when he left.
Everyone in front of the palace was doing whatever they were supposed to do after the prince carried Qingcheng into the palace.
Ji Jingren tied up his horse and walked into the hall holding his cold face.
Xuanyuan Yifei watched Xuanyuan Chengtian enter the palace with Qingcheng in his arms, his tightly clenched fists slowly loosened, and an imperceptible smile crept onto the corner of his mouth.
As soon as Yun Chu jumped off his horse, he ran to Qingyang's side, shook his arm, and felt extremely wronged: "Brother, I..."
Qingyang patted Yun Chu's hand: "Yun'er, be good, Your Highness is just greedy for a moment, he will be yours."
"Yes." Yun Chu then pulled Qingyang into the hall.
Qingze stared at the figure of the person entering the hall for a long time with a thoughtful look on his face.
In the haze, it felt like being placed in the clouds, so soft and comfortable! The head that was so painful was also covered with something cold and cold, and the soreness of the limbs relaxed at this time. A burst of fatigue came over, and Qingcheng rested comfortably.
Eyes covered.
It was as if I had traveled to a distant place and returned to the rented cabin where I lived. In my mind, it seemed that many people had been there. Some people had sat down beside me, talked to me, touched me, and then left. It was all like that.
Blurred.
When Qingcheng woke up leisurely, it was already midnight.
She was in good spirits after a good sleep. She propped up half of her body and looked outside the gauze curtain. In the swaying candlelight, there were antique furniture. Not far from the bed, there were two people sitting and taking a nap.
A woman in palace attire. Qingcheng opened the gauze curtain, put on her shoes, picked up a piece of clothing and walked out of the room lightly.
The night in the garden outside the house was like water, and the silver moon looked like a hook. Qingcheng strolled to the highest pavilion in the garden and sat down against the railing.
Looking up at the stars in the sky, silver flows through the leaves like water and pours into the pavilion.
A ray of inexplicable emotion came to my mind, and I couldn't help but think quietly: "Who first saw the moon at this time? When did this month first see people?"
I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even if the moon is not full. My parents have raised me for more than ten years, how can I forget my old friend when I leave?"
There were soft footsteps behind him. Qingcheng turned around and saw Qingze: "Why are you here? Are you like me? Did you sleep too much?"
The visitor chuckled: "How come the fourth sister is so leisurely and elegant, admiring the moon alone late at night?"
"There are no outsiders. If you get used to my sister's shouting, I'm still uncomfortable!"
"Oh! So Qingcheng still thinks that I am one of his own?" Qingze sat down opposite Qingcheng. Under the backlight, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. He could only hear his teasing voice: "What, Qingcheng wants to
Are you home? Could it be that you can’t bear to leave your father and the eldest lady after just one day out?”
Qingcheng rolled his eyes at Qingze: "Don't try to trick me."
"Then tell me, who are you?" Qingze suddenly approached his face, making Qingcheng shrink back in fright.
"You really want to know? Then I'll tell you." Qingcheng laughed, no longer looking at him, looking at the moon and said leisurely: "I'm not your sister at all. Your sister Qingcheng has been raped a long time ago.
Yun Chu was tortured to death. My name is Lan Ruo, and I come from another time and space. I am just a soul imprisoned in this time and space by the sky, and I just borrowed Qingcheng's body. But I have already experienced the sorrow of being Qing. I think, her
Death is a relief."
Qingze looked away, the moonlight shining on his face, his expression was more guilt than surprise.
After a while, Qingze's gentle voice murmured: "I'm sorry."
"So you believe it?" Qingcheng opened his mouth in shock.
"Yeah." Qingze nodded lightly.
"Okay, let's exchange questions now." Qingcheng smiled and asked a question that he had always wanted to ask and get the answer to: "I want to know why? Why do you all despise Qingcheng? What did she do wrong?"
"Her birth, her birth in the General's Mansion itself was a mistake." After a while, Qingze leaned on the pillar, raised his head and said leisurely.
Qingcheng looked at his mouth opening and closing: "Why?"
"I only know that Qingcheng's mother is the princess of Xixia..."
"Princess Xixia?"
There were noisy voices in the distance.
"If anything happens to Qingcheng, you will be buried with me!" The vicious voice sounded creepy at night.
"Miss Qingcheng, where are you!" The female voice shouted with a cry of terror.
Qingcheng frowned, it was Xuanyuan Chengtian again, why was he not sleeping at night?
The voices were getting closer and closer. Qingcheng looked at Qingze anxiously: "Hurry up and say it!"
Qingze suddenly stood up and smiled at Qingcheng: "You will understand naturally in the future."
Seeing Qingze walk out, Qingcheng became anxious, "But I want to know now."
Qingze, who had already walked out of the pavilion, suddenly stopped and looked back at Qingcheng: "If you tell me your secret, aren't you afraid that I will tell others?"
She made a face at him and said fiercely: "If you tell anyone, I will silence you." After saying that, he couldn't help but laugh: "You can say what you want! But you must also say it."
People believe it, right? If I say yes, it is, but if I say no, then it is no."
"Oh, the people looking for you are here." After saying that, Qingze disappeared after a few ups and downs.
Looking at the brightly lit garden, the crowds are getting closer and closer.
Qingcheng stood up and went out: "Your Highness, I am here."
"Why did you run out in the middle of the night? What should you do if you catch a cold? Don't wear more clothes." Xuanyuan Chengtian glared at the palace maid behind him as he spoke, took off his green robe and put it on Qingcheng's body, holding her in his arms
Cold hands moved forward.
When he returned to the room, Qingcheng realized that his cold hands had been warmed by Xuanyuan Chengtian.
We ate together with him with a smile, promised in his gentle words to lie down and sleep and not go out again, and listened to his departure as he told the palace maid.
But Qingcheng couldn't sleep. Qingze's words still echoed in his mind:
Qingcheng’s mother is a Xixia princess!
Qingcheng’s mother is the Princess of Xixia!
Qingcheng’s mother is: Princess Xixia!
These ten words were as if they were burned into her mind, lingering in her mind.