Chapter 329

Surrounded by the women, Lin Lang returned to the Jinghua palace.

"Sister, where have you been?"

The King Wen emperor, who had been waiting for him early, immediately welcomed him with joy, and caught her wrist with a small look of grievance. Different from the aggressive and beautiful appearance of Yan's father and son, the son of heaven's brows are fresh and handsome. Due to his weak body, his face always lacks blood color, and even his lips are thin and pale.

"The scenery outside is so good that I can't even see it." Lin Lang took his finger, cold, always cover not hot, let a person take a cloak to come over. Emperor Jingwen didn't think so, but he was obedient and put it on. He seemed to think of something and pulled people to run out.

On the way, he also covered his eyes mysteriously.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll know when my sister goes."

When she arrived at the destination, the cold palm on her eyelids was removed. She blinked her eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes to adapt to the light outside.

The peach tree is flourishing, and its branches are decorated with bright pink. A brand-new color rope swing rippling gently with the breeze, with a red ribbon on it, which adds a bit of the delicacy of her daughter's house.

"Did you do it?" Asked the beauty of the palace dress.

There was a peacock silver hairpin on her temples. The bright green was like the green of the distant mountains after the rain. Her skin was more beautiful than snow, and her lips were like pomegranates.

Jingwendi was a little shy, and his tail finger was uncomfortable. He hooked his chin. "The first time I made a swing, sister, don't dislike it."

Not finished, his hand was spread out by Lin Lang, the other side caressed the small wound in his fingers, "does it hurt?"

Emperor Wen was stunned at random.

How many years has he not heard such a thing?

From the birth, the mother died of dystocia. The father and Emperor hated the son of Ke Mu and regarded him as a disaster star. If the three princesses were not favored a little, I'm afraid he would not be as good as a eunuch in the palace. Even so, those concubines are not willing to let him go, in the food under the vicious drugs.

Who would have thought that the geomantic omen would turn around, he would have become the biggest winner and ascended to the position of the ninth five.

However, what can become a winner, he just lingered on and lived cautiously under the eyes of the courtiers.

No one asked him what he liked, and no one cared what he really felt.

What they need is the son of a dynasty, that's all.

"Why are you crying? Is it hard? " Lin Lang picked up his face, the other side was only half a head higher than her, as thin as a baby cat.

Jingwendi quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve, which was very red and attractive. He snorted, "sister, go up and try, I'll give you a push!"

Lin Lang sat on the swing as he wanted.

The other party immediately cheered up and gently pushed her back.

Lin Lang played for a while, and suddenly made a stop sign. She took the skirt and stood on the board, and called Jingwen emperor to come up, "come on, let's play together."

The young emperor was excited at first. Just as he was about to climb up, he thought of some things and hesitated. He secretly looked at the maid and eunuch who were waiting for him. He shook his head at Lin Lang, and the light in his eyes suddenly darkened.

"Not afraid." The beauty in red held out her hand to him

In a word, strange soothed his timid heart.

In the old eunuch's disapproval look, Emperor Jingwen summoned up the courage to hold Linlang's hand and stood awkwardly on the swing.

Lin Lang also recruited several powerful young eunuchs and asked them to push the board behind them.

"Wow --"

when the colorful rope swing was thrown into the air, Emperor Jingwen could not help but scream, and one hand tightly grasped the corner of Lin Lang's sleeve.

"Isn't it fun?"

"Fun!"

His face flushed with excitement.

"Then high! Higher

"Sister!"

Jingwendi had never been so crazy. When he went down, his feet were soft and his voice was hoarse. Although he was very tired and sweating, he would not let go of Lin Lang, and his eyes were bright with stars all over the sky.

"Sister, I'll play next time!" He pestered her with coquetry.

"Well, it's up to you." Lin Lang fingernails swept the disordered hair of the young man, coax a way, "but now let's have a rest first, OK? Be obedient. Take a bath first. You're smoking your sister. "

His white face was flushed, and his eyes seemed to be able to breathe water mist. He could not bear to look at her for several times before he went to the hot spring pool with the old eunuch who was in charge of his daily life.

The old eunuch drooped his eyelids and did his own business meticulously.

Emperor Jingwen was a little guilty and bowed his head. His body was immersed in the warm spring water.

The old eunuch was from his mother's wife's side. Watching him grow up since childhood, it can be said that emperor Jingwen's ability to live to this day in a cannibal court is inseparable from the old eunuch's careful advice. The old man was always worried that he had failed to let emperor Jingwen escape the poisonous calculation. In the days to come, the old eunuch took him more seriously for fear that he might bump against him."The old slave has a word to say." The old eunuch said in a deep voice.

"Uncle, I'm listening." King Wen answered earnestly. He never regarded the old eunuch as a eunuch. In the most difficult days, he and the eunuch depended on each other. He always remembered that when he had a high fever, it was the old eunuch kneeling in front of the study in the heavy rain and asked his father to let the imperial doctor to see him.

He relied more on the loyal eunuchs than on his sister, the third princess.

"Your Majesty can't be so willful any more."

The old eunuch glanced at the red rope Jade Buddha on his neck, which Lin Lang had asked for from the White Horse Temple. Emperor Wen was very precious to wear and never left his body.

"To say a blasphemous remark, since the old slave served his majesty, he has treated his majesty as an eyesore. Last year, your majesty said that if you want to see the scenery of the northern part of the Great Wall, it is also the old slave who risked killing his head to help his majesty hide from the courtiers. If the Duke of the state knew about it, sooner or later, the old slave would be skinned and roasted on the fire rack. If he died, he would not be able to reincarnate. "

"Uncle," emperor Jingwen interrupted him, "what do you mean? I will never tell anyone else! "

Last year, he did one of the craziest things in his life, that is, taking advantage of the state of Yan's departure for Beidi, he secretly ran out on his own.

To make this decision, some rash, some in a hurry, but he did not regret.

Looking back on his short life, he was trapped in the Golden Jade Emperor city and was raised like a disabled man. His physical illness afflicted him all the time. Sometimes, he preferred to live in the future. Otherwise, what's the point of going for nothing?

But he was very glad that he had survived. If not, how could he have met his sister?

My sister is a very good person. She never looks at him with pity and anger. Instead, she encourages him to do what he likes.

He painted, wrote poetry, pruned flowers and plants, and even made some childish woodworking. She accompanied him quietly. Occasionally, she touched his head and bent his crescent eyes, saying that our handsome son is capable.

Just like this, he was very happy.

This half a year, he lived happily and wantonly, the original life still had another appearance, wrapped with thick sweetness, let him go to bed and still can look forward to tomorrow.

But the old eunuch could not feel the emotion of respecting Emperor Wen. He sighed, "the old slave naturally believes in your majesty. But your majesty, you really can't let the queen go on. However, the meaning of the rest is not clear.

For a long time, Emperor Jingwen said in a low voice, "my sister didn't make any mischief. If it's not for my sister, I'm afraid you'll see my body, uncle. Of course, I am clear about my situation. This broken body will not last long. I didn't even think about dying half a year ago. Uncle, when it's the end, will you let jun'er go happily

The old eunuch didn't say a word.

The night is deep. In front of the Jinghua palace, there are two red crowned cranes with a pearl in their mouth. They are flying like immortals. On the edge of the bed, which is carved with cloud and dragon patterns, and hung with a thin shawl, the scene inside is half hidden, creating an ambiguous and charming atmosphere against the candlelight.

Emperor Jingwen, with his half wet hair, was lying on his lap. Facing Fangzheng, he took out his ears and looked attentive.

He looked at her eyebrows with a sidelong face, which was so gentle. Later, he stroked the man's face with his fingertips, until people were surprised to see, and did not know where the courage came from. He asked, "sister, do you like me?"

Like that day, he said, I want you.

In addition to the three princesses, Emperor Jingwen did not contact other women. In addition, the shadow of his being poisoned by his concubines has been hovering in his heart like a poisonous sting, which makes him bloody and has a serious distrust of women.

But strangely enough, he had no such feelings for his sister at all.

He didn't know if it was love at first sight in the storybook, but he decided on one idea: OK, don't look for it, it's her.

Jingwendi didn't even know that this was the second time he saw Lin Lang.

The first time was at the Palace Banquet at the end of the lunar new year. He had a low fever and was in a daze. He had to rely on the old eunuch to support him, and finally got to the end of the banquet. Indistinctly, he heard the woman next to the Duke of Yan speak in a very comfortable and beautiful voice.

At that time, he was thinking that if he wanted to get married in the future, he also wanted to find a girl who could speak well.

"Why do you ask that all of a sudden?" Lin Lang slightly tilts the body, has a few wisps of hair to fall on his lapel, the youth grasped, twined in the hand to play.

"Because I haven't been liked, I want to know what it's like." He is like a child, innocent and sincere cut his heart, pale face printed on the light red tide.

"So..."

She thought.

Then there was a brush on his cheek.

A soft, warm kiss was on the emperor's forehead.He was dazzled for a moment, and his black eyes immediately became watery, like the ink jade washed after the rain, transparent and clear.

Sister, can jun'er like you?

Lin Lang heard him mutter a little, can't hear clearly, "what do you say?"

Jing, to my sister, blink, to give my sister a happy birthday

Lin Lang chuckled, "anything, as long as it's from you, swing, paper kite, puppet, seal, I don't choose."

"Well I'm going to give my sister a big gift He exaggerated to make a gesture, as if in the arms of a huge object, proud way, "when the time comes, my sister will be scared, too happy to find the north."

"Well, I'll look forward to it."

Lin Lang shaved his nose and said, "turn over and change to the other side."

After turning over, Emperor Jingwen couldn't see anyone anymore. He looked quietly at the burning red candle tears on the carved desk through the shark's silk.

"Sister."

"What's the matter?"

"Well No, it's nothing. "

Summer April Jiachen, the emperor died.

The sick emperor was a string puppet from the beginning, but in the end, he was caught off guard and put all his ministers together.

He left a piece of imperial edict to the empress.

The whole world is shocked by its unconventionality.

During the national funeral, Lin Lang received the last letter written by the young emperor at the emperor's funeral hall.

He said, sister, sorry, next time, Juner can't swing with you next time. But you don't have to worry. I'll give you all the mountains and rivers. In this way, there will be many people competing to play swing with you. You will not be lonely.