Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

After a day of torment on the rugged mountain road, the horse team finally embarked on a flat road, and we finally got off the horse and changed a few carriages.

Although the speed is slow, people are more comfortable.

But this comfort is only relatively speaking. Yan Qinghan was sitting in the carriage behind us, listening to the wheel bumping on the stone road along the way, and the sound of his constant cough was always mixed in the middle, even at night. He will often hear the movements of his servants and give him medicine.

I know that he has been weak since he was a child. A doctor once asserted that he would not live until he was twenty years old, and that he can still stand alive in front of us and walk on horseback. I ca n’t help but say some accidents. I can also imagine how he survived these years. of.

Pei Yuanfeng regained their hearts, but they walked for several days before finally entering Chengdu.

We also came out of the wild mountains and mountains. For a long time there were no people, and suddenly the surroundings became lively. Not only we, Lili, were refreshed. They lay at the window and raised the curtains, watching the people on the street. People go, traffic is crowded, and there are many small shops, stalls on both sides of the street, and the street vendors are struggling to yell and solicit business, and the weird accent sounds curious, keeps learning, and laughs.

My spirit is better, sitting there with Pei Yuanxiu, and watching the scenery outside through the curtain.

Suddenly, the carriage drove past a shop on the street, and saw a flagpole fluttering in the wind, with a huge "iron" on it.

I couldn't help breathing.

Tiejia Qianzhuang?

Iron home!

Pei Yuanxiu, who was holding me, immediately felt my strangeness and looked down at me: "What's wrong?"

I paused, almost reaching out my hands and covering my chest. After a while I looked up at him and shook my head gently: "It's all right."

He smiled and said nothing, the word "iron" flashed out of the window, and when he looked up again, he had changed other scenery.

After the carriage entered the main city of Chengdu, the speed was getting faster and faster. The people on the avenue also seemed to know that the people of the Yan family had returned. They all retreated to both sides to make way for the road. When I rushed back to the main house.

When we stepped down from the carriage, we found that the lights were bright.

The main house of the entire Yan family is the same as the previous Tianmu Temple. All the red pillars and the red gallery eaves are wrapped with black and white two-color tulle. The long steps are hung with white crickets and blown by the wind. The white crickets hunt and fly in the wind. Glancing at it as if it were falling snow.

For the Yan family, it became a black and white landscape for a while.

I turned back and glanced at Yan Qingchen who was lifted from the carriage. He also looked up to see the scene, and simply said, "I have sent a letter back and asked them to prepare the second uncle's offering."

Yan Qinghan also got off the carriage.

Although the weather is hot now, his tightly wrapped white coat still looks a little thin, and he stiffens a little before he stands still, then he also looks up and looks forward.

Bai Yan flew in the wind, flying in his eyes.

At that moment, his light-colored pupils reflected the scene in front of him, as if white snow had fallen, leaving his face and eyes with a chill.

After being silent for a while, he held Yan Yizhi's spirit and slowly walked up.

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Entering the main hall, the spiritual hall here has been set up, almost the same as the offering of the Tianmu Temple, except that the spiritual hall is larger and more sacrifices are placed on the table. Countless white magpies hang down from the beams of the house and are constantly turning in front of the eyes. Flying, for a while, also fascinated our eyes.

And in this white shadow, a figure stood in front of the hall.

It's Xue Yan.

Her hair was still very smooth and she was wearing a plain robe with a dragon stick in her hand. After hearing our footsteps, she slowly turned to look at us.

When I saw her face, I subconsciously took a breath.

She was stunned a lot more than when we left Chengdu before, her cheeks were deeply sunken, and the corners of her eyes were black, and what surprised me the most was that her two nausea were already covered with frost. color!

Earlier, Yan Qingchen said that she was ill. I just knew it, but I did not expect that her illness would make her so old all of a sudden.

For a while, I stood at the gate of Lingtang and looked at her gray-faced uncle, but she was speechless.

And her cold eyes fell on me after glancing at everyone, only one glance at me, her eyebrows frowned immediately, and the disgust expression was revealed undisguised.

As before, always the same.

I accepted her gaze with kindness, and Yu Guang in the corner of my eye also saw her side. On both sides stood Li Guo and Aunt Hong. When they saw us coming back, they immediately brought people up to say hello.

Aunt Hong's eyes are the same as before. When she saw me, she seemed to be sticking to me. There was a hint of eagerness in her concerned eyes, and she seemed to want to know urgently how I lived these days and whether I was harmed . I stood in place, just nodded slightly to her, motionless to me.

Yan Qingchen's wheelchair had been in front of Xue Yan, and said gently, "Mother, we are back."

Xue Yan then looked away from me and looked at his son: "What about the spirit position of your second uncle?"

Yan Qingchen looked back. At this moment, Yan Qinghan held the spirit position of Zhengjue, slowly walked up from the back, walked in front of Xue Yan, and gently kissed her: "Madam . "

When Xue Yan saw him, his face slowly slumped.

In fact, I always know that Xue Yan's personality is relatively simple, just like her unsophisticated personality, all her love and hate are not concealed and cannot be concealed, so even at this old age, sometimes she is still Will impulse like a child.

But at this moment, when she saw Yan Qinghan, her expression became complicated.

"Light Han?"

"Ma'am, it's me."

"..."

After saying that, she didn't seem to know what she should say, and remained silent for a while, her eyes slowly turned to the spirit position in Yan Qinghan's hand.

Yan Yizhi.

The three words on the spiritual position, like the temperature of a charcoal fire, burned her eyes at once, and her eyes became red immediately.

Yan Qingchen said gently, "Mother?"

Xue Yan looked up at Yan Qinghan again: "How did Yi Zhi go?"

"The people in the temple said that they died in the meditation."

"That's it ..."

She paused again and looked at the spirit: "He is younger than me. But he didn't expect ..."

At this point, she seemed to choke.

I suddenly understood why when she saw her this time, she was so old all of a sudden.

The only person left with her peers is this little uncle. Although he has been a monk at Tianmu Temple before, at least, he is the only person who has witnessed her marriage and understands that she has been infatuated with her father for all these years.

And now he has passed away.

This feeling of loneliness may only be understood by those of their generation.

Xue Yan choked again, then lowered his head, covered his tear-filled eyes, and gently raised his hand: "Worship your father."

"Yes."

After speaking, Li Guo and Aunt Hong also came to him.

The two of them have been in charge of the affairs of the Yan family for many years. Based on their age, I think they have a little understanding of the events of that year. When Aunt Hong saw Yan Qinghan at this moment, her face was also slightly faint, and she saluted towards him At that time, there were also a few hesitants: "Master Qing Han."

Yan Qinghan nodded calmly at her.

Li Guo also stepped forward, apparently calmer than Aunt Hong. After arching hands, he said, "Master Qinghan, please follow me."

When the group of people served Yan Qinghan to enter the hall, Xue Yan looked up, but saw the tall figure behind me, suddenly suddenly: "Fearless?"

I glanced back and saw the fearless monk raising his arms and snorting coldly.

"What are you doing?"

It seemed that the two were not dealing with each other, fearless and rude to her, and Mrs. Yan was very ugly to see him. However, the fearless monk glanced at me, and then he reluctantly snorted and said, "You don't have to be afraid, the Sajia will not hit anyone this time. The Sajia just follow the young lady to avoid being bullied."

Mrs. Yan's face was iron-blue, but she didn't have an attack, only gritted her teeth and stared at him fiercely. Yan Qingchen didn't seem to know much about this matter, but didn't say much. After Yan Qinghan finished placing the spiritual seat and ashes, and after a big gift, he took us to the side hall on the other side. Go there, and it is really ready for a banquet for us to clean the wind, but because the family is mourning, the dishes on the table are all fast food, but they are full of color and fragrance, but there is no wine.

After a few greetings, everyone took their seats. While walking to the seat, I whispered, "Uncle Fearless, who have you hit?"

"Hmm. I've been to your dad when that **** was old!"

At the age of Yan Qingchen ...

It was when my mother and I left here to live at the foot of Xishan.

I didn't talk anymore, and sat down calmly. Immediately after settling, a group of young and beautiful maids came up to prepare dishes for everyone, and the fragrance of fragrance scattered in the hall, lingering on the nose.

On this way, we were regarded as having a good meal and sleeping. Even if we were rich and noble, we could not enjoy it. So everyone ate the meal deliciously. The atmosphere was not warm and harmonious.

Lier sat next to me, biting his chopsticks and seeing that there was a vegetarian duck she liked on the table, she pulled Liu Qinghan's sleeve beside her and whispered: "Uncle, I want to eat that--"

Before she finished speaking, Xue Yan, who was sitting on the main seat, suddenly said in a deep voice: "Dine well. If you don't have a hand, someone will serve you naturally, and what kind of food will be served!"

I was about to reprimand Lier, but I didn't expect to be taken a step ahead of her, and suddenly stopped.

Lier also couldn't react, and looked at her stupidly.

Xue Yan glanced at us again and snorted coldly.

In this atmosphere, Liu Qinghan also felt a little overwhelmed, holding his chopsticks for a moment and then there was no movement. I was silent, stretched out my hand to put a plain duck into the plate, and then softly said, "My grandmother is right, eat well, don't be crooked."

Lier is probably the first time that he has been reprimanded in such a large court. People are a little bit embarrassed. They bury their heads in the bowl and eat, without raising their heads.

Xue Yan also looked at me and said nothing.

This meal was finished in silence.

The monk's chanting bells were already ringing over the Lingtang. Xue Yan stood up and said to Yan Qinghan: "I know your father has become a monk, and he will certainly not like these ostentations and excitement, but his thing is the Yan family Of course, many people here in Chengdu will come to pay homage. You have to do a good job. "

Yan Qinghan said gently, "Yes, Madam."

"and also--"

Xue Yan glanced at him, his eyes were a little embarrassed, and he silently said, "You should also remember that you can't enter the inner house."

"..."

I turned my head and looked at them in shock.

Can't Yan Qinghan enter the inner house?

why? !!

Seeing what she said, Yan Qinghan didn't seem surprised at all, only nodded calmly: "Qing Han remembers."

"Well, so I won't prepare a room for you anymore, you're here-just stay at the hall."

"Yes, thank you, Madam."

After speaking, covering her mouth and coughing slightly, she turned and walked towards the hall over there.

I stood in place, and for a while I could n’t get back to God, watching his thin back slowly walk towards the Lingtang, although surrounded by his servants, the loneliness seemed to be from his body. Spread it out, it made me speechless for a moment.

Looking down at the corner of the skirt holding my skirt, standing stupidly looking at the scene in front of me, it seemed that even she felt something. The small face was full of blank expression: "Mother, why ? "

"..."

I looked at her speechlessly, and looked at Yan Qinghan's back again.

Yes.

why?

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The next time, we had a rough time.

Although it was late in the evening when he returned to Chengdu, the Yan family ’s second grandfather died in his position in Xichuan. Even if he was a monk, it would still cause a shock on the west side.

As soon as the time passed, a large number of condolences were ushered in the main house.

I haven't returned for many years. Although Yan Qingchen arranged for me to meet with the chiefs of several large families, it was only a small group of people in a small area.

This time, almost all the big men from Chengdu and even Xichuan came.

We are greeted, naturally, Li Guo and Aunt Hong are taking care of the sorrow and incense, and Yan Qinghan is also very quiet. He kneels in front of the spirit and observes filial piety, and does not communicate with others. Some people's attention is also on me.

After several entertainments, I also felt a little helpless.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw Xue Yan sitting in a chair beside him, watching me quietly, and I was caught off guard. I looked back at her, and the two looked at each other. She immediately frowned, and stood back go.

I thought about it, explained the two words of Aunt Hong, and hurried to follow up.

There was a brightly lit hall of worship, but the inner house in the back was very dark, only far away. There were several lanterns under the eaves of the house on the island of Huxin Island, reflected in the lake.

Xue Yan took a few steps forward in such dim light.

But soon, with her sensitivity, she also followed me, stopped, looked back at me, and said coldly, "What are you doing sneakily?"

I was standing on the porch, and of course there was nothing left to do.

After thinking about it, he stepped forward gently: "Madam."

Her brows frowned even closer, and the disgusting look of disguise looked at me: "What?"

"I have something to ask Madam."

"..."

"I have nothing to tell you."

After that, she had turned and left.

Anxious in my heart, I quickly took a few steps to keep up with her, and said, "Why not let Yan Qinghan enter the inner house?"

"...!"

Xue Yan's footsteps were suddenly delayed.

I stood behind her, looking at her high, perfect bun, the unshaven, mottled silver wire, gritted her teeth, and said, "Why not let him enter the inner house?"