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"The people on the ground are bleeding. Why not bandage them?"
Xiao Ping'an doesn't feel so obvious about life and death.
Staring at a pool of blood on the ground for a long time, a little confused voice echoed in the empty cold palace.
"It's been a long time since I left you. White clouds are like dogs. My heart is full of stone, but my heart will not turn. My heart is toward the moon, and the moon is bright and beautiful ~ "
" farewell from you..."
The sound of cold singing echoed in the courtyard.
It is in sharp contrast to the tender voice of Ping'an.
Ning Yan followed the sound to one side.
Through the curtain, we can see a thin woman who is out of phase.
The woman was skinny and bony, with sunken eyes. When she saw Ning Yan, she stopped humming.
"Sir, is my wife beautiful?"
"......" Another madman.
It's better to frown.
"Do you know what happened outside and why Princess Hui..."
"Little eunuch, you're asking a strange question. What's the problem of killing a woman in the harem? It's not very normal. When you come in, you don't have to think about going out. There are some things, some resentments, which can't be offset by being close to the cold palace."
"......"
Are people in the cold palace so savvy.
Listen to the skinny woman say such a Ning banquet, look back to the yard where Princess Hui lives.
Standing here, you can have a panoramic view of the situation there.
This woman must know what happened.
But
She won't say it!
Rather a sigh.
No trouble for the poor woman.
Turn around and walk to the body of Princess huifei and have a look at the messy footprints on the ground and the bruises on her head.
The wound was on the forehead, and there was a scratch on the ground. It was caused by the friction between the shoe and the ground when it was retreating.
Ning Yan closed his eyes, you can probably think of what happened.
Someone came here, or someone she knew, just
Huifei probably didn't expect that she had run out of oil and the lamp was dry, and that someone would harm her at this time.
There are always accidents in life.
However
This accident is especially unbearable for Princess Hui.
I wanted to see my child at the end of my life.
......
It's about to come true.
Ning Yan looks at Jia Guanshi, who is still sluggish.
As for the rose in Xiaoping's hand, it has withered.
A petal is pinched red juice by fat fingers.
I don't know how noisy the child's heart is.
Ning Yan sighs.
"Kneel down and salute, " he said. Great gift."
"Well!"
Xiao Ping'an is very obedient. He has taught all these things to whom and when to salute.
Take a look at the woman lying on the ground.
Although young, but surrounded by smart people, growing up in this environment of small Ping An also slowly began to change the direction of genius.
It's easy to guess the identity of the person lying on the ground.
Holding the flower in her hand, she walked to the body of Princess Hui.
Reach out and put the rose on huifei's head.
A few steps back.
Kneel on the ground.
Grab the ground with your head.
The weather began to darken.
Jia Guanshi finally sobers up. Huifei is dead, but she has to deal with the affairs after her death.
Now only he has a better understanding of the palace.
If she is depressed, huifei's body must stink here,
"get up."
Ning Yan stretched out his hand and pulled up Xiaoping's hand.
Walk indoors with peace.
In the cold weather, the cold palace is very humid.
There's a lot of moisture on the floor.
Step on the ground, the feet are slippery.
It is not easy to find this place in the imperial city!
Xiaoping put her little hand in the palm of Ning banquet.
The lips pressed tightly.
Looking at Ning Yan, he asked obstinately, "who am I?"
"Your mother."
Have seen, will certainly know in the future, rather banquet disdains to continue to conceal.
Xiao Ping'an nods.
A lame stool was moved from the side and sat by the bed and her little hand fell on huifei's face.
Soon after she closed her breath, Princess Hui's face was still ruddy, which was not ugly.
Fingers slide across the face.
Close to huifei's eyes, gently open his lips: "Niang."
"......" Mr. Jia is too old to see such sad things. But Things happen in front of your eyes, which is not to say you can't stop looking if you don't want to.
Looking at Xiao Ping An's sensible appearance, Jia Guanshi was full of tears.
If, if he did not leave to get the clothes, the master would not leave here with regret.
Jia Guanshi bent down and patted Xiaoping on the back: "if you want to cry, just cry for a while."
"No one wants to cry. It's because there is too much traffic here and I can't breathe." When Ping An spoke, he pointed to his chest.
This is the pain!
Silly boy!
Little childe, who has been taken care of by Haosheng for a long time, has never experienced any sadness at all.
At this moment, I feel uncomfortable and just confused.
Steward Jia's eyes blurred.
"Take a shot and you're out of breath. Talk to your mother for a while. Don't be afraid of her."
When Jia Guanshi spoke, his eyes stayed on the face of huifei for a moment. Huifei was so beautiful, even if she died.
Except for the wound on the back of the head.
The rest is beautiful.
It should not scare the little master.
Ping An raised his eyes to Jia Guanshi: "I'm not afraid. My mother is very beautiful, just like a fairy."
"......"
Jia Guanshi did not speak. He was afraid to open his mouth and cry.
The master who has served for many days is gone.
White hair to black hair It's sad.
Ning banquet eliminated the traces in the courtyard, and it rained heavily outside, patterning rain fell from the eaves.
Draw a line in the air.
Inside, Xiao Ping'an stares at huifei on the bed with red eyes.
It seems like I want to write down everything.
Rather a sigh.
Take out a pencil made by Qinghua garden.
Although the cold palace is poor, but think of a way to get a piece of paper is not a problem.
Think of the calm smile on huifei's face before leaving.
Ning Yan bowed his head to write.
Perspective, the application of light and shadow is extremely skilled.
The picture on the paper is composed of black, white and gray.
Perfect to leave the appearance of huifei on the paper.
"Here you are."
Ning Yan gives the portrait to Xiao Ping'an.
Instead, he looked at the empty palace.
Found that the wardrobe is still open, Ning Yan went over and opened the wardrobe.
I can see that the clothes inside are all children's clothes, and some of them are just suitable for the current safety.
It's better to have a look at Xiaoping.
"Your mother made it for you."
Ping An turns back, puts the portrait in his hand on the table and presses it with the missing inkstone to prevent it from blowing away.
After doing these well, I went to Ning banquet and took a look at the clothes in the wardrobe.
Peace's eyes fell on Ning Yan's face.
Ning Yan shallow smile, touched a safe head.
"Your mother made it for you. She always miss you and love you."
Ning Yan opened the clothes and stitched them carefully. If you observe carefully, you will know that the people who make the clothes are attentive.
She also made clothes for Ning Yuyu.
However, it was only a few years ago when the family was having a hard time.
Now
I haven't made clothes for children for a long time.
Xiaotuan and peach have hardly enjoyed it.
Of course
Ning Yan also knows the level of his own sewing, will not deliberately difficult.
"Are these clothes mine?"
"Yes, it's yours."
Ning Yan found a package and put these clothes in order.
A mother's heart cannot be wasted.
The rain outside slowly became smaller. Ning Yan raised his eyes to Jia Guanshi: "how should I deal with the affairs of huifei?"
"It's getting late. You'd better take the little master to leave here. It's not safe in the palace. After a while, it's safer. It's time for the little master to come back."
Jia Guanshi's voice was a little dry and hoarse.
The eyes were heavy.
There's a lot of grudges in it.
"Xiao Ping'an shouldn't have left."
Ning Yan shakes her head.
Now that I'm in the palace, it's nothing to go out again.
Originally, if she could let Xiaoping an have a happy childhood, it was her pursuit.
But
Now huifei is gone, even if Xiao Ping'an doesn't know what it's like to lose her mother.
But with the passage of time, with the slow growth, when you grow to a certain age, you will understand hatred, understand human nature, understand An adult should understand. The mind also changes slowly.
"Patted Xiao Ping'an on the shoulder and said, " you are already a child. You will be responsible for your own life in the future."
Rather banquet words fall, go out.
Suddenly
The steps stopped.
Look back to peace.
The child's hand was holding her dress.
Ning banquet heart a pain.
She has raised a child for a long time. She worries about the child every day. She has really regarded the child as her own flesh and blood.
Looking at the child's eyes hidden tears, the face of panic, just like the first time left the nest of the small beast.
Rather banquet heart some not to give up.
"Big lady, since the little master has come, let the emperor see you once, and you can take the child back. The palace has been in chaos recently, which is not suitable for the little prince..."
"......"
Little prince, there is doubt in Ping An's eyes.
Take a look at the red walls and yellow tiles of the cold palace.
Even if it is desolate and miserable, it is also in the imperial city.
Are you a little prince?
Ping An is more tightly grasp Ning banquet clothes, the prince is not the prince for him to have no use.
He just doesn't want to be alone in this big maze.
The imperial city is not as big as a capital city.
But for xiaoping'an, the imperial city is a beast.
It's frightening to watch.
"OK, let's show the emperor."
Ning Yan nods helplessly.
People have brought them, and my mother has seen them.
But
It was a dead man.
Sure enough, nine out of ten people are unhappy.
Jia Guanshi walked out with an umbrella.
After a long time, the night shrouded the cold palace.
Only then did manager Jia come back.
Three people followed Jia Guanshi.
Ning Yan met two of them.
One is the Duke of Su, the other is the emperor, and there is a eunuch. He is a little old. Ning Yan is sure that he has not met him.
The emperor went into the cold palace.
They are still concerned by the palaces.
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