The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

Rong Jing's carriage was covered with thick splendid bedding, and two hand stoves were placed in the carriage. As soon as the spectrum is in the car, the car is as warm as spring.

Yun Qianyue reached out and picked up a heater and hugged it in his arms, and tucked another into Rong Jing's arms. Rong Jing took the heater and tucked it back into her arms. Yun Qingyue raised his eyebrows and looked at him. He smiled and took her into his arms. The voice was warm and gentle. "

Yun Qianyue rolled his eyes and glared at him with a funny smile. He lengthened his voice and said, "Ronggong, your taste is really noble."

Rong Jing raised his eyebrows.

Yun Qianyuewo muttered in his arms: "I don't know who was inseparable from the warm jade bed in the past ten years, and he was holding a heater in his hands. Why didn't he want to hug me at that time?"

"I thought at that time, and my heart hurts, but I dare not ask." Rong Jing sighed softly.

Yun Qingyue felt a pain in his heart, let go of his hand stove, reached out to hug his waist, buried his face in his arms, and whispered: "I will be your hand stove from now on, okay?"

Rong Jing suddenly smiled and looked down at the person in her arms. She really had a soft heart. If Yu Zishu talked about some things in her previous life, there would not be any false words in the mouth of the Prince Yu, he really doubted Is that woman really with her? He lowered his head, buried it in her neck, and smiled, "Okay!"

Yun Qianyue quietly climbed a blush on her face, feeling the warm breathing around her neck, her heart beating, and no longer talking.

Rong Jing watched Yun Qianyue's ears gradually becoming pink, and he laughed silently and stopped talking.

Quietly in the car, the car creaking outside pressed against the snow surface, the horseshoe stepping on the snow also made the sound of kicking. The heavy snow fluttered over the sky, hitting the carport. The black smooth brocade of the carport fluttered with the horse cart, making the snowflake stand unsteady and slipped to the ground in a hurry.

No one in the car spoke again, so snuggled all the way back to the Imperial City.

Seeing Rong Jing's carriage, the soldiers who guarded the city quickly opened the gate, and the carriage smoothly entered the city all the way. Brunei followed.

"Shizi, are you going to change clothes with Ms. Asagi first, or go straight to the palace?" Xian Ge asked softly outside.

"Go straight to the palace!" Rong Jing said.

The string song responded, waving the whip, and the carriage went in the direction of the palace.

Yun Qianyue moved and came out of Rong Jing's arms. She stretched her hand to lift the curtains, and a cold wind came across her. She struck her body and looked out. She saw that all the soldiers at the city gate were wearing sutras, and there were three or two pedestrians on the street, all wearing them. Plain clothes, can't see anyone wearing a crown tassel. White silk or black satin are tied in front of every storefront. Mancheng no longer smelled the blood of yesterday, but there was a kind of repressive weight. She looked away and dropped the curtain.

Rong Jing glanced outwards through the curtain lifted by Yun Qiangyue, Xu Yu, withdrew his eyes and looked at her.

Yun Qianyue whispered: "I used to look forward to the death of the old emperor, starting from his forty-fifth birthday. I have been disguising under his eyes for ten years, and I also look forward to ten years. . Now that he is really dead, I actually feel a little uncomfortable."

Rong Jing gently flicked Yun Qianyue's head and smiled: "Yun Qianyue, this is human nature!"

"Although he is an emperor who loves to make conspiracies and tricks, he is just an old man. He said that poor people must have hateful things, but I think he is a pitiful person, and there are also some pitiful things. "Yun Qianyue's faint voice suddenly seemed indifferent. "Actually, I can understand him. He cares about the feelings of life like this night. It is like a human's belief, which has been implanted into his soul since childhood. He involuntarily forgets that he is still a person for this belief. He will only be influenced by the belief that the root has been implanted in the soul, so that the imperial power and the Ye family will be above all, including himself."

Rong Jing didn't speak and listened quietly.

Yun Qianyue continued: "Because I used to have a belief, and that belief was also rooted in my soul, and it has reached the point where it will guard at all costs and never die. Therefore, I am thinking that this old emperor is dead Not bad, he was finally relieved."

Rong Jing suddenly smiled, reached out and rubbed Yun Qiangyue's head, and said with a smile: "Don't think about it! He's not worth your thinking."

Yun Qingyue suddenly smiled too, opened Rong Jing's hand, rubbed his head with his hand, "Yeah, but a dead old man. When he was alive, I was sick when I saw him. Now he just died. What am I feeling sad for him? I really lived and went back. It is better to think about the night sky when feeling sad for him!"

"Want to lean at night?" Rong Jing raised an eyebrow.

"Well, think about whether he took a quick step and drank Meng Po soup earlier, don't meet that bad old man again!" Yun Qingyue said, "Born by father and son like enemies, I will never see you on Huangquan Road! See more, they will still be father and son in their next life. Isn’t that a sin?"

Rong Jing couldn't help but laugh, nodding her head with her hand, "You, really..."

"What's wrong with me? I'm telling the truth!" Yun Qianyue lay back lazily in his arms, looking at him with his face upturned.

"It's true!" Rong Jing nodded with a smile, seeing Yun Qianyue's eyes showing sadness, the same as when he watched the night before pouring himself in the night, he reached out to cover her eyes and said to her: "Yun Asagi, I allowed you to shed a tear for him yesterday. From now on, you are not allowed to miss him anymore."

Yun Qingyue blinked, his eyes were dark, and his palm was warm and moist.

"Whoever loves you doesn't work, you know? Your heart can only be with me." Rong Jing said again.

Yun Qianyue's wounds faded, nodded, and held Rong Jing's hand, "Got it, Rong Gongzi, my heart can only be with you. No one can take it."

Rong Jing's mouth slightly curved, and no longer spoke.

The carriage crossed the street, and not long after, came to the gate of the palace.

Xiange stopped the carriage and said to him, "Shizi, the palace is here!"

Rong Jing converged with the tenderness in his eyes, responded faintly, and withdrew his hand. Yun Qianyue sat up, looking at him, and whispered, "What the **** is Ye Tianyi doing? Do you know? He knows medical skills, how can he not know when the old emperor limits him? How can he allow it? The old emperor died without leaving a decree? Generally speaking, as soon as the old emperor dies, someone who reads the decree of the decree will be proclaimed, and then the ministers will bow down and call the new emperor. But he is still called the seven princes, which explains What happened?"

"One, it means that the decree has not been read, and it will be read after waiting for us to enter. Second, the decree has been read, and he is not the new emperor." Rong Jing gave two answers.

Yun Qianyue frowned.

Rong Jing reached out to open the closet in the corner of the car, took a white mink cloak from it, put it on her, and said to her: "Don't think about it, you will know sooner or later, what's the use of thinking about him? In short, you Remember, no matter what happens, I will be there. No one can take you away. Even if it is a decree, when will you care about the decree?"

Yun Qianyue looked down and saw that Rong Jingruyu's fingertips were tying her cloak, and the fine mink cloak was draped over her body. She suddenly felt warm in her heart. She didn't speak for a while, just looked at his warm fingertip.

"Have you heard?" Rong Jing saw her not answering, and looked up at her.

"Hear it!" Yun Qianyue nodded. She has a consistent heart and loves Rongjing, so naturally it is impossible to compromise and surrender to others. One person has become the heart of the cinnabar mole, and it can no longer be wiped away, others are just roadside scenery.

"Let's go!" Rong Jing lowered his hand, glanced at her cloak with satisfaction, lifted the curtain, and slowly got off the car.

Yun Qianyue followed behind him, and gently jumped out of the car.

At this time, Brunei's carriage also arrived. He immediately threw the horse reins, ran over, and said respectfully to the two of them: "Jing Shizi, Miss Qingyue, and the seventh prince said that you two will go directly to Shengyang after they come. temple."

"Huh!" Rong Jing responded and took Yun Qianyue's hand to the gate of the palace.

Yun Qianyue followed him, and saw that the gate of the palace was the same as the gate of the city, and all the soldiers guarding the gate of the palace were all alone, and the white sail of the emperor's collapse was hung on the gate of the palace. She glanced lightly, withdrawing her gaze.

Seeing that Rongjing and Yun Qiangyue arrived, the soldiers at the gate of the palace quickly opened the gate of the palace.

Rong Jing and Yun Qianyue walked towards Shengyang Temple and walked for a while. Yun Qingyue suddenly asked, "Where is this cloak?"

"I did it for you." Rong Jing said.

"When?" Yun Qingyue blinked, reached out and touched the fur of the cloak, and explored the authenticity: "This cloak is not like a new one. Although it looks very new, it should be because it is well preserved."

"Well!" Rong said, thinking for a moment, "about two or three years!"

"At that time?" Yun Qianyue raised her eyebrows and looked at Rong Jing's profile. "Are you sure you made it for me?"

"Yun Qianyue, naturally for you! You don't need to doubt." Rong Jing glanced at her, said: "At that time, I was tortured by cold poison for seven or eight years, and it has been tortured very bitterly, but I usually know you With Ye Tianyi passing letters, I was even more bitter than cold poison. So I was ruthless and felt that even if cold poison could not be solved, I would want you."

Yun Qianyue looked at him and said with a smile: "There was such a entanglement! At that time, you directly told me that you want me, and you will not get it? Why did I turn a big bend and start the Phoenix Tribulation? Maybe you Tell me, I will promise you immediately."

Rong Jing reached out and rubbed his forehead, sighed: "I'm confident in everything, but only to you."

Yun Qingyue suddenly felt sour, and soon felt endlessly sweet. She looked at Rong Jing and held his hand tightly. The old emperor died, and Ye Tianqing also died. Ye Tianyu was imprisoned. This Ye Jiang Jiangshan has royal blood and the ability to turn the clouds and rain is Ye Tianyi. No matter what thoughts and means she used for Ye Tianyi, she believed that as long as there was Rong Jing, this man of unparalleled beauty would hold up a sky for her.

Rong Jing felt Yun Qingyue's feelings and trust, turned his head, smiled at her elegantly, and held her hand tightly.

The two stopped talking and walked all the way to Shengyang Temple.

Today's palace is silent and dead, snow hits the palace walls, and the sky is silver and white. When the Gong people changed to the bright and beautiful daylight, they all wore plain clothes together, and Bai Xue fell, and each figure was the same white.

When the court **** saw Rong Jing and Yun Qiangyue, Lao Yuan avoided making courtesy.

Even if the snow is picturesque, it still can't conceal the heavy breath that is circulated in the palace.

Rong Jing and Yun Qingyue came to Shengyang Temple, and they saw a shed built outside Shengyang Temple, and a coffin stopped inside. The fine mahogany is bright red like blood. He knelt in front of the coffin and pressed a crowd. At the front are a few little princes, and behind the little prince are a dozen princesses headed by six princesses. After the princess was a group of women, apparently concubines of the palaces. They should all be of grade, and concubines without grades are not qualified even for crying. Everyone is wearing mourning and wearing filial piety, some are crying quietly, some are kneeling quietly. The concubine knelt after Manchao Wenwu.

These people apparently had been kneeling here for a long time, and they were hit with a thick layer of snowflakes.

Yun Qianyue glanced over everyone, and did not see Ye Tianyi, Ming Fei, Ye Qingran, Rong Feng, Leng Shaozhuo, and even the familiar figures of Prince De, Prince Xiao, Yun Ye, Qin Cheng, etc. When she arrived, she raised her eyebrows.

Brunei originally followed the two. At this time, he glanced at the situation outside the Shengyang Temple, and took a quick step over the two to enter the hall.

Rong Jing stopped Yun Qiangyue and stopped, looking at the coffin that was stopped.

Yun Qianyue also followed him to look at the coffin. The coffin was bright red like blood. But no matter how good the wood is, it is just a coffin. The elder emperor's ninety-five years ruled Tianshengjiangshan for thirty years. From the beginning of the ancestor emperor, Tiansheng has surrendered in all directions except the East Overseas. A few affiliated small countries, aged 15 years old, each year he became a minister. Tiansheng prides itself on being a big country and has been bustling for a hundred years. He has spent all his life in the camp, protecting the foundations of the mountains and rivers, just like his life. Secretly planning, wanting to control the small country, except the Rongwang Mansion and the Yunwang Mansion, centralized power, but in the end, he did nothing, and after a hundred years, he could not step on the ground, nor can he reach out to the capital. The place to live is just a coffin, the size Just a place. Even more, not even the best rosewood.