Back in the capital, Feng Junhan did not go back to Prince Jing's Mansion, where there were too many memories of him and Wan'er, leaving endless sadness behind the sweetness. Instead, he took Wan'er directly to the prince's palace, Changle Palace!
Prince Jing has long been in power. No one dares to challenge the dignity and power of the emperor. There are no covetous relatives to intervene in politics. Although Prince Jing has not officially ascended the throne, everyone knows that Prince Jing is already the emperor in the actual sense. He enjoys all the benefits.
Everything has already been the emperor’s standard!
All the royal objects are engraved with the emperor's special flying dragon, which is proud of the nine heavens. The courtiers all understand that now Prince Jing has long stood on the ninth level of the sky, looking down on the world. What is missing is just a ceremony!
Changle Palace, with white marble floors, the South China Sea night pearl winding all the way on the palace walls, crystal jade, pearl curtains, magnificent, luxurious and noble, although the Serenity Wan cannot be seen, the royal style and awe-inspiring momentum of the Forbidden Palace can be felt deeply!
Feng Junhan sent Ning Ningwan to Changle Palace, arranged for several steady maids to take good care of her, and then returned to the Imperial Study Room to deal with the backlog of government affairs for many days. Before leaving, he whispered in her ear that she would come back soon.
Look at her.
Faced with this completely unfamiliar environment, Jingjing Wan no longer feels awkward and uneasy. She has a strong enough heart. Although she doesn't know why Prince Jing brought her into the palace, she knows that her life is not in danger for the time being!
On the way to Beijing, Prince Jing had been taking good care of her. She knew in her heart that he was only good to her because she looked like his deceased wife. How could such a thing happen in this world? Where did she grow up?
Does she look like his wife? Eyes, appearance, or temperament? He has never said that, and Ning Jingwan never asks about things that he does not say. The less you know about royal affairs, the better!
Ning Jingwan bathed and changed her clothes under the respectful attention of the palace maid. She put on silky and clean pajamas and slept on a large bed.
Jingjing Wan asked the palace maids where this was, and they only said that this was the prince's palace, Changle Palace. If they asked more questions, they only said, "I don't know!"
Ning Jingwan was lying on the bed, but couldn't sleep. Her gentle and jade-like hands inadvertently touched the pattern carved on the edge of the bed, a flying dragon specially designed for the emperor. She suddenly knew what kind of bed she was sleeping on, a dragon bed!
Before the shock in Jingjing Wan's heart had passed, she heard the sound of very light footsteps. The maids immediately knelt together and said respectfully: "I'm here to greet you, the prince!"
Feng Junhan waved his hand gently, and everyone did not dare to raise their heads and quietly bowed and retreated!
There was only herself and his breathing in this luxurious palace, and Jingjing Wan suddenly felt nervous. On the way to Beijing, although he had always taken good care of her and asked about his welfare, he had never done anything rude or out of line.
move.
Ning Jingwan guessed that maybe it was because of his low status. He was too noble. He was an emperor who looked down upon the world. There were many women who threw themselves into his arms. He didn't bother to be rude to a common woman. Such a man had such arrogance in his bones that he didn't need to worry!
But now, why did he let himself sleep on his dragon bed? Ning Jingwan's heart tightened. He didn't really think of herself as his dead wife, right?
His familiar breath was already close to Chi Chi. Ning Jingwan closed her eyes and clenched her fingers under the brocade quilt. What on earth did he want to do in the palace or the dragon bed?
Looking at Wan'er who was sleeping on the bed, Feng Junhan's dark eyes flashed with deep endearment, and with a gentle smile, he gently sat down on the other side of the bed, knowing that she was pretending to sleep, but still afraid of waking her up.
she.
Ning Jing Wan was really not used to being so close to him. She could even feel the heat of his eyes. Ning Jing Wan didn't want to pretend to be asleep anymore and said coldly: "What on earth do you want to do?"
Now that the matter has come to this, Ning Jing Wan can't care about that much anymore. Although her brother's life is now in his hands, whether he lives or dies depends only on his words, but if Ning Jing Wan is asked to compliment him and cater to him, Ning Jing Wan is
No way it can be done.
Tranquility Wan made up her mind, if he really wanted to kill his brother, it was not something she could control. Who he was, you could tell just by looking at the trembling silence of the palace maids just now. If he really offended him, even with his brother accompanying him on the road to hell.
Loneliness, do hunters like to watch how their prey struggles and begs for mercy before killing it? If this is what he wants to see, then he is destined to be disappointed!
But Ning Jing Wan's disrespect to him still only earned him a faint smile, not anger. Ning Jing Wan remembered that he had always been gentle and tolerant towards her, and never cared about his rudeness, but Ning Jing Wan was never happy.
However, it felt like a dove occupying a magpie's nest. He was so gentle, but he was only towards a dead woman, not her!
"Are you still getting used to it here?" His voice was soft, low-alcohol and magnetic, very nice and touching, with a touch of endearment.
Such a voice made the hostility ignited in Jingjing Wan's heart lessen a bit, and she wrote lightly: "It's not bad!"
His voice was still gentle, "Have you ever thought about hearing the story about me and my wife?"
Jingjing Wan was slightly startled. Fortunately, he was still awake and knew that she was not his wife. It would be a lie to say that she was not curious. "If you have something to say, of course I am all ears!" She felt a little strange in her heart. He had just returned to the palace.
Why don't you go to appease the beautiful concubine who has been waiting in the palace for a long time, but come here to talk to her and watch her sleep?
Feng Junhan smiled, with a deep bitterness in his eyes, and his eyes were distant, "When I first married me, I didn't like her, and she didn't like me either..."
Although his story was very touching and Ning Jing Wan was also very interested in it, the journey was tiring and he didn't say a few words before Ning Jing Wan felt a deep sleepiness sweep over her and she fell into a deep sleep within a short time.
Feng Junhan looked at Wan'er who was sleeping soundly and couldn't help but laugh. This time she really fell asleep, not just pretending. He gently tucked her in the brocade quilt, put down the curtains, stared at her for a long time, and then turned around and left reluctantly.
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After Feng Junhan returned to Beijing, although he was busy with government affairs, he still took great care of Ning Jing Wan. Moreover, he seemed to know very well what Ning Jing Wan liked to do, and all arrangements were based on Ning Jing Wan's preferences!
Ning Jingwan could never forget the places she walked and the books she read. Within a few days, she knew the topography of Changle Palace so well that she could come and go freely even without a palace maid to guide her.
I don't know if it's because she can't see or what, but Prince Jing often talks about political affairs and corrects memorials in front of her. He never avoids her. Sometimes he even asks her for her opinion on some issues. Ning Jingwan is very wary. She
She is just a commoner woman, why should she talk nonsense about government affairs? She still understands these principles, so no matter what he asks, Ning Jingwan stays silent and resists with silence!
But he didn't seem to care about Jing Jing Wan's alienation. Even if he was rejected yesterday, he would still talk to her today as always. Jing Jing Wan just listened. More often, he would tell stories about him and his wife. From his intermittent words
In the description, Ning Jing Wan finally knew some of his wife's past. In Ning Jing Wan's view, his wife was a beautiful, intelligent, cunning and agile woman, like a spring of clear water injected into his life. They were once very loving, but unfortunately the beauty was ill-fated. In the end,
The fragrance disappeared and the jade died, no longer by his side.
Ning Jing Wan was suspicious. She had been in the palace for several days and had not seen his three thousand beauties come to trouble her. However, he did not tell her and Ning Jing Wan never asked. She was not interested in his affairs at all.
I also know that it is a sin to ask things you shouldn’t ask in the palace!
Two people who will never meet each other are brought into the palace by him because of their similar appearance, and he doesn't know when they can leave the palace?
Although Ning Jing Wan could not see it, it did not affect her reading and painting at all. One day, Feng Junhan looked at a painting that Wan'er had improvised. Although it was misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, it was faintly grand and vast, and it was not at all delicate like ordinary women.
Elegant painting style!
Feng Junhan looked deeply at Wan'er, his eyes shining like stars but full of water, and praised: "If you were born as a man, with your talent, you will definitely accomplish a lot!"
Jingjing Wan burst into laughter, "You think too highly of me. There are many things in this world that men cannot do!"
"What?" Feng Junhan said with a slight smile in his voice.
Jingjing Wan held her chin with one hand and said with a faint smile: "If I were a man, I wouldn't be forcibly brought to the palace by you just because I look like your wife!"
Feng Junhan was slightly startled, his eyes were blurred, and he looked at Wan'er infatuatedly. Wan'er smiled as beautifully as before, like an epiphyllum at midnight, blooming in an instant, and the myriad of colors in the world could not compare to Wan'er's smiling face at this moment.
Jing Jingwan felt the heat of his gaze and coughed twice, reminding him that she was not his wife. Don't look at her with such eyes. No matter how much she looked like her, she wasn't!
Feng Junhan struggled to retract his gaze and smiled to himself. How ironic that staring at his beloved wife had now become Meng Lang's behavior!
Feng Junhan said slowly: "Do you hate me for bringing you into the palace?"
In fact, in Ning Jing Wan's heart, it's hard to say how much she hates him. The common people hate the emperor, and they clearly hate his longevity! Ning Jing Wan said slowly: "I can't say it's hatred, but it's just because I am a person living in darkness. If
When you are used to one kind of life and want to try another kind of life, you always need more courage than others!"
Feng Junhan's body trembled and his voice was low and hoarse, "I can order someone to heal your eyes!" Xiaoyao will return to Beijing tomorrow. As for how sure he is that Wan'er's eyes can be restored, he doesn't know, but as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he
I won't give up!
Jingjing Wan didn't take it seriously and smiled calmly, "There's no need, I'm used to it!" Who knows what purpose he has if he doesn't get rewarded for his merits? This man has no bottom, like a thousand-year abyss, and his heart is unpredictable.
Who knows what he is planning?
His voice was suddenly tainted with a hint of sadness, and even a hint of prayer, "There are always places in this world that can't be touched by hands. How about giving it a try?"
The sorrow in his voice made Jingjing Wan unable to bear to refuse. Would someone like him have such a moment? Is it because he couldn't bear that a woman who looked like his beloved wife should live in darkness all day long?