Qingchuan History

Chapter 30 It was only normal at that time

Ji Wanling seemed to know that he would say that, and said quietly:

"Earlier, I was suspicious of you. I said a lot of things I shouldn't say, and maybe I did some things I shouldn't do. Now I'm waking up from the dream," she paused, a thousand thoughts came to her, and she didn't say the second half of the sentence. , and instead:

"I'm a girl, and I can't help you in the harem. Since I'm the head of the four wives, I'll help you take care of the other three wives."

Gu Xinglang had mixed feelings for a while, as if he had a lot of emotions, and then all of them faded away suddenly.

"She hasn't given you the final proof yet. That's how you draw your conclusion."

"Every sentence of her inference is very reasonable. And I also read the Yaoxing banner. The most important thing is," Ji Wanling frowned slightly, with a somewhat bewildered expression.
"These days I often think about what she said that day. Even though she was just demonstrating her own deduction, I became more and more aware of the absurdity of my belief in that statement." She looked at Gu Xinglang and laughed at herself:
"Actually, apart from the fact that Shen Ji went to Fengtingguan at the same time, there is no real evidence. The reason why I believed it was because I believed in that logic subconsciously."

That logic, of course, is that Gu Xinglang has sufficient motivation to act: to fight for the throne.

"You are very disappointed in me." She turned her eyes away when she said this, and didn't look at him again.

If it was last year, he must have a lot of things to say when she asked this question.But maybe it's just getting used to it?Since he was 14 years old, his ability to adapt to all personnel changes has become stronger and stronger, he accepts what has happened, and then sees whether to do something and how to do it.

He found it to be less time-consuming.

So it should be over, that disappointment.

"It's over. Now you are willing to believe in me, that's good." He looked at her and smiled. This kind of warm smile has become more and more difficult to see on his face in recent years.And compared to before, that warmth also seems to be covered with fog.

Di Yan stood beside her, feeling a little bitter suddenly.

"She's going to ask you what you borrowed, do you know what it is?"

At the Tianchang Festival night banquet, everyone was deeply impressed by Gu Xinglang's words. He and Ruan Xueyin should have met in private.

"I said, don't ask about these things in the future, and don't worry about them. Even if it's for the third brother," he paused, with a complicated expression, "I have to protect you."

Ji Wanling looked at him: "If she really wants to plot against me, you won't be able to prevent her."

"If I knew this earlier, I shouldn't have allowed you to enter the palace."

"If I don't enter the palace, she doesn't necessarily want to use the investigation as a favor." She was suddenly relieved, "After all, it is not in vain. In my lifetime, I can seek justice for Brother Lei."

On the night of July [-]th, the Fenyuliu golden bird came back.

Very rarely, it didn't return alone, with a bag-like thing sandwiched between its soft wings.Ruan Xueyin opened it, and there was a piece of letter paper and a thick stack of silk?
She raised her eyebrows slightly, what kind of new method is this?
There were only five lines of words on the single sheet of letter paper.The last two words are written a bit heavy: without him.

She frowned, dissatisfied.Instead, he opened the pile of rolled silk and took out a piece.

To be precise, it is not one, but one.

The silk that is twice the size of an ordinary chessboard is unfolded, and it is a painting.However, it is just the opposite of the ink pen with a white background in ordinary paintings. It is a white ink pen with an ink base, that is, all the blank spaces are black, and the content is white instead.

The pavilions, towers, lakes, seas, and figures are all white. When you look closely, you find that the white is the true color of the silk, while the black in the background is all dyed by ink.

Ruan Xueyin raised her eyebrows again.

Even if there are only black and white, the picture still looks very unclear, and there are always some seemingly redundant strokes and shadows, just like mistakes in rubbing.

There is only a line of golden lowercase letters with blue light in the very hidden place in the lower left corner of the silk. Although it is faintly visible, it is particularly eye-catching because of its unusual color and texture.

That's a time.

Looking up, there is a circle circled by red mohao in the northwest of the screen.The mountains in the circle are undulating, and there seems to be a frozen river and a canyon in between.There are no trees, no figures, it looks like a snow scene, but also like a desert.

The whole picture is blurry, the lines are really unclear, and some places that should be colored are also very thin.

But she saw what she wanted.

On July [-]th, in Pishuang Palace, except for the letter paper, all the silk and silk were brought to Ji Wanling.

Ji Wanling stared at the indescribable color in the lower left corner of the silk, and thought that the font was weird, but familiar, and she could vaguely recognize the content: Gongqing 22, the fourth day of May.

Then she remembered that she had seen this blue and gold lower script on the Yaoxing Curtain.

Ruan Xueyin looked at her expression and felt relieved:

"The obsidian curtain and the mountain and river plate are originally a set, so the materials are similar, and they also have the same mark, which is the green and gold lower script that shows the time. These silks are all rubbed down from the mountain and river plate, and they cannot be faked. And the mountain and river Pan's way of depicting Qingchuan mountains and rivers is different from ordinary paintings, and Mrs. Lai Yu can also see that such a level of precision and detail, with tens of thousands of flowers and leaves, cannot be drawn by human power."

Ji Wanling listened, and unfolded one by one, all the pictures were almost exactly the same, only the faintly visible blue and gold lower script in the lower left corner was slightly different:

Gongqing 22 years on the fourth day of May.

On the fourth day of the fifth month of the 22nd year of Gongqing.

In the 22nd year of Gongqing, the fourth day of May.

At noon on the fourth day of May in the 22nd year of Gongqing.

There are four frames at each time.

"The mountain and river plate is the same as the obsidian curtain. Because it is constantly flowing, it is difficult to print a really clear picture. Every picture you see is just a situation at a certain moment, so my junior sister One drawing, on the fourth day of the fifth lunar month from mao to noon, a total of four hours, a total of sixteen pieces."

Ji Wanling looked to the south of the red circle on every picture: "This is Fengting Pass."

For some reason, those landscapes are obviously very small, but when you look closely, they seem to become infinitely large and extremely clear.In the same canyon, all fourteen sheets of silk were covered in a vast expanse of whiteness, and only the last two sheets showed some traces.

One neat, one messy.Human footprints and horseshoe prints.

The time marks of those two pictures are both at noon on the fourth day of May in the 22nd year of Gongqing.

"This is Brother Lei's team." She reached out to touch the footprints, which were smaller than fingernails. They were obviously just silky texture, but her hands seemed to be scalded, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

At this point, Ruan Xueyin knew that there was no need to say anything else, the suspicion of Shen Ji was removed, and Gu Xinglang was saved.

The hall was unusually quiet, only the sound of ice cubes melting in the copper tray in midsummer could be heard, tick, tick, tick, tick, like a beauty weeping.

Ruan Xueyin was silent, thinking that there was no need to take these silks with her, so she planned to leave, but she heard Heng'er shouting outside the hall:

"Ma'am, Lord Diyan is here."

Ji Wanling restrained her expression, straightened her dress, and said calmly:
"Please come in."

Diyan hurried in and was slightly surprised to see Ruan Xueyin there, but was soon wrapped up by the anxiety when he first came in.He hesitated to speak, and glanced at Ji Wanling; Ruan Xueyin knew that he was tabooing her presence, and said softly:
"After the matter is over, Xueyin will take her leave." Then she stepped out of the hall.

Di Yan bowed respectfully, and waited for Ruan Xueyin to leave the palace door completely, Fang hurriedly said:

"Your Majesty suddenly had a high fever yesterday evening, followed by many red rashes. Mr. Zhang brought several capable physicians including Imperial Physician Fu to start the treatment last night, but the fever didn't go away, and the rashes became more and more. This morning, your Majesty barely managed it. I fell asleep when I came back, and I haven’t woken up yet.”

Ji Wanling was surprised: "What do you mean by not waking up?"

"Master Zhang said that it should be due to the severe fever and fell asleep."

"I started taking medicine last night. It's been a whole night. It's just a fever. How can it not go away? The rash—" She realized that it was useless to stand here. He raised his eyes and saw that Ruan Xueyin had already stepped out of the gate of Pishuang Palace with Yunxi.

Her heart moved, and she suddenly called out:
"Mrs. Pei."

Ruan Xueyin turned around, only to see Ji Wanling quickly following her:
"Madam Pei, if you are free at this time, can you follow me to the Wanlan Hall?"

(End of this chapter)