Chapter 134 Youth Song 16
Tianqi City, Langya Palace.
Ling Xi was carried down from the horse by Xiao Ruofeng.
As soon as their feet touched the ground, Xiao Lingchen and Xiao Chuhe ran out of the mansion.
"Sister." Xiao Lingchen shouted.
"Baby Xiao." Xiao Chuhe said.
Xiao Lingchen picked Ling Xi up and weighed her. He was very happy: "Sister, I missed you so much."
Although Xiao Chuhe did not say it explicitly, this was what he meant.
Ling Xi was also very happy to see the two of them.
"Brother, I miss you too."
Upon hearing what his sister said, Xiao Lingchen felt so comfortable. His well-behaved sister was really lovable.
"Come on, sister. In the past few months, brother has prepared a lot of new clothes and fun things for you."
As he said this, he carried Ling Xi and walked towards the mansion, causing Xiao Chuhe behind him to shout, "Xiao Lingchen, I want to hold baby Xiao too."
Xiao Ruofeng and Lei Mengsha were watching from the door. Lei Mengsha said with a smile, "Our baby is still popular. I'm going to bring Xiao Jie over as well. He's always thinking about his sister. He doesn't even think about his sister Han Yi anymore."
Xiao Ruofeng smiled and said, "Your Han Yi is now famous, the Snow Moon Sword Immortal."
Lei Mengsha straightened his chest and said proudly: "That's right."
As soon as Ling Xi came back, the whole Tianqi City knew about it.
Including Emperor Mingde in the palace.
the next day.
Ling Xi smiled as she was escorted out of the hall by Jin Xuan and Jin Xian, feeling relieved.
Fortunately, the emperor's uncle was fooled, but what Xiao Ruojin cared about was Zhao Yuzhen's going down the mountain. After all, Zhao Yuzhen had the destiny, otherwise he would not have stationed 5,000 elite soldiers at the foot of Wangcheng Mountain all year round.
If Ling Xi were to say, the emperor's uncle was just too bored. He was just a little Taoist priest, but he had to worry about someone coming to snatch the throne from him. Everyone wanted to be the emperor, and he worked himself to death and still had to be controlled by others.
Oh, of course that doesn't include her, because her duty is assigned by heaven and she can't escape it.
Ling Xi sighed quietly in her heart. She was helpless towards this uncle who was narrow-minded than a needle.
It's all her father's fault.
He insisted on being so cool and unrestrained that he gave the throne to his uncle. But now he holds great power in the court and the country. Sooner or later, something bad will happen.
Jin Xian asked from the side: "Little Princess, do you want to leave the palace?"
Ling Xi smiled and said, "Eunuch Jinxian, I want to meet someone."
Jinxian: "Who?"
Ling Xi's smile grew even wider, and she said word by word, "Empress Xuan."
"So, please show me the way."
Jin Xian was stunned for a moment, then said respectfully, "Yes."
Walking on the road, Ling Xi kept talking to Jin Xian. When Xiao Yu was mentioned, Ling Xi asked, "Eunuch, is Xiao Yu okay?"
Xiao Yu is four or five years older than Ling Xi, but Ling Xi doesn't even call Xiao Chuhe "brother", let alone Xiao Yu.
Jin Xian thought of the child who was abandoned by his parents and felt a little bit of pity, but in the end he gave up that pity.
"Ever since you, little princess, taught the others a lesson, Prince Langya came to visit again. Now at least no one is bullying His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince," he replied.
Jingtai Palace.
The most favored side palace in the imperial palace, because rewards from Emperor Mingde would be delivered here every day, and the monthly salary and living standards were almost as good as those of the main palace.
But it is also the coldest palace in the entire imperial palace, because the owner of Jingtai Palace always drives all the servants out of the palace and sits alone there the whole day, and Emperor Mingde has never come here once.
So when the palace maids saw Ling Xi appear, they were all very surprised, because apart from the eunuchs who delivered rewards every day, few people would come here. "Who are you?" a maid shouted loudly.
Jin Xian appeared from behind, expressionless on her face, and rebuked, "How dare you! You haven't even met Princess Xihe yet."
"Greetings, Princess." Several maids knelt down.
Ling Xi walked straight in, leaving a sentence "Get up."
Jinxian stopped at the door consciously.
Walking into the house, Ling Xi looked up and saw that the decorations in the house were all excellent.
I don't know what kind of feelings his uncle the emperor has for Concubine Xuan. I don't know how much he liked her at first, but why he is like this now.
Walking into the inner room, Ling Xi saw a woman sitting at the table, head down, silently.
"Empress Xuan." Ling Xi bowed to her.
After she raised her head, Ling Xi finally saw what Yi Wenjun, the daughter of the Shadow Sect who was ranked first on the Qiu Shui List and had fascinated three men, looked like.
At this time, Ling Xi understood why her uncle the emperor, Ye Dingzhi and Luo Qingyang fell in love with her.
It’s nothing, she’s just too beautiful.
She was wearing a white shirt, her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes were as bright as water.
Autumn water is like sacred jade, like bones, hibiscus is like face and willows are like eyebrows.
When she turned around and smiled, she was full of charm, and all the beauties in the palace were pale in comparison.
It seems that any beautiful poem to describe her is not an exaggeration.
He lived up to the title of No.1 on the Qiu Shui List personally ranked by Bai Xiao Shi Tian Xia.
But her brows were tightly furrowed, and she seemed to be worried about something. Her brows were furrowed, and she looked very slender and weak, like a willow swaying in the wind.
Yi Wenjun looked at Ling Xi for a long time, then smiled faintly: "Little Princess is the first person to come and see me."
Ling Xi's face was calm, and the child's voice echoed in the empty dormitory: "I met a man at the Northwest Live Site before. He said he wanted to save his wife, and asked me to look after his wife if he failed. So, I came to take a look for him."
Yi Wenjun's eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Little Princess, do you know how my son is doing?" she asked.
Ling Xi knew that the son she was talking about was Ye Anshi, not Xiao Yu.
Ling Xi replied: "Uncle Baili made a twelve-year agreement with Tianwaitian. Ye Dingzhi's son stayed in Beili as a hostage. Now he is adopted by Master Wangyou of Hanshui Temple."
Hearing this, Yi Wenjun stretched out his curled hands and felt slightly relieved.
Master Wangyou will raise Shier well.
Yi Wenjun: "Thank you, little princess, for coming to see me."
Ling Xi said calmly: "I just came to tell you something."
Yi Wenjun's expression was very gentle: "Little Princess, please speak."
Ling Xi looked calm and expressionless, "Empress Xuan, now that the Demon Cult's Eastern Expedition has ended, I know you are trapped here against your will, but I still want to say something to you, while you are thinking about your children outside, you should spare some time to care about your son in the palace. Don't let down one child and the other at the same time."
Yi Wenjun's face turned pale in an instant. She hadn't seen the child in the palace, Xiao Yu, for a long time.
This child was not what she expected. She didn't know how to treat her. She didn't even know whether she had any motherly feelings for him.
"Since the Empress left in the third year of Mingde, Xiao Yu has suffered a lot of pain and contempt in the palace. He has a father and a mother, but he is also a fatherless and motherless person. Of course, as an outsider, I am not saying anything for him, but he is a stubborn person. If he continues like this, he will definitely go astray in the future. Therefore, I hope that Empress Xuan can at least let him feel some maternal love and not let him feel that he is unloved."
Yi Wenjun clenched his fingers tightly, feeling mixed emotions in his heart, not knowing what to feel.
"Your Majesty has already let down Ye Dingzhi and the people of the world, please don't let down your own children again. This is all I have to say. I hope Your Majesty takes care of yourself."
Ling Xi turned and left.