Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf: 23|【23】Two more
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When such a bad thing happened on the last day of the year, the queen thought about it and felt it was unlucky, so on the first day of the new year, she invited a monk to the palace to pray for blessings.
Lin Feilu discovered that the Dalin Dynasty was very similar to the Southern and Northern Dynasties in history. He believed in Buddhism very much. Back then, the great poet Du Mu wrote a poem saying, "The four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, how many buildings are in the mist and rain".
Although this 480 is exaggerated, it is conceivable that it was a grand occasion. The Dalin dynasty is not too much now, and has also set up a special national temple called Huguo Temple. Those who come to the palace to pray for blessings are the eminent monks of Huguo Temple.
The air in the harem was filled with the scent of sandalwood for a while. Lin Feilu didn't believe this before, but now he is somewhat in awe, and honestly recites sutras and prays with Xiao Lan.
Although the news about Jingmen was blocked, many people witnessed the scene that night, and they often talked in private. Especially those concubines who have been well-acquainted with Jing's concubine, still have doubts about this matter, and think that Jing's concubine may have been framed.
After thinking about the concubine in the palace, I couldn't guess who did it. The method is decisive and ruthless, and he does not give back the strength of the other party. Speaking of it, it is like Jingbing's own style...
No one suspected that it was on the cusp of Mingyue Palace.
Yes, a weak and noble man who has fallen out of favor for many years, carrying two oil bottles, almost gathered all the weak and sick, and was simply ignored.
The only thing Xiao Lan was worried about was the person who threw the stone to tell them about it, thinking about it in her heart, she lost her mind when praying to the Buddha, until the incense ash fell down and hit the back of her hand. The incense ash was hot and hot to her. A Ji Ling quickly chanted "Amitabha Buddha" twice and inserted the incense into the incense burner.
Lin Feilu looked around, took her hand and blew gently, comforting her: "Mother concubine, nothing will happen, it's all over."
Xiao Lan frowned and said softly: "I always feel uneasy. Who else in the palace will help us? Is the other party kind or malicious? Why do you do this?"
Lin Feilu doesn’t care: “No matter who it is, whether he is good intentions or malicious, now the matter is over, the deceased is dead, even if he has no plans, there is no evidence to do anything to us, the mother concubine is relieved That's it."
Actually, she can probably guess who it is and knows that the other party is not malicious.
There are only a few people in this palace who have a good impression. Those who can get over the wall in the middle of the night must have martial arts. She still remembered that the cocoon in Song Jinglan's palm was thicker than Xi Xingjiang, who had been practicing martial arts in the general's mansion since he was a child.
He can survive in the palace these years, and of course he will have life-saving skills unknown to others.
I just didn't expect that he would take the risk to help her, which was different from the last time in front of the Hall of Supreme Learning.
Because of the few silver carbons she gave?
Hey, what a beautiful boy who knows his gratitude and does good deeds without leaving a name.
Since the other party is unwilling to show up, of course she won't go to force her to ask.
The beautiful boy who does good deeds without leaving a name is not eligible to participate in the annual banquet, and of course he did not witness all that night. Afterwards, although the palace blocked the news, but Yu Ji Liang, the first swordsman who loved to listen to the corner, was there, Song Jinglan still knew the details of the matter.
Tiandong was stunned after hearing it, "Is this a backlash?" After the shock, he looked at his Royal Highness and asked hesitantly: "Did Your Highness help?"
Song Jinglan leaned back lazily and flipped through the book: "I just told her Jingmen's plan."
He originally thought that the five princesses could avoid this disaster. After all, she was young and could deal with Lin Xi, but she couldn't deal with Jing Lai, so she avoided the frame-up this time, and found a way to make it back in the future.
But it never occurred to him that the five princesses were brave enough to take this opportunity to take care of the plan and kill the other party directly.
It seems that he underestimated the little girl.
Tiandong didn't even know that the "she" in His Highness's mouth was referring to the five princesses. He naively said with a sigh, "I didn't expect that Noble Lan was so powerful. As expected, none of the concubines of the Dalin harem was really easy to provoke."
Song Jinglan laughed, but didn't break through, changed a more comfortable posture, and turned his fingers over the next page of the book.
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Lin Feilu has been sluggish for several days due to the death of the guards. Every day, apart from praying to the Buddha, he is reading and practicing in the room, and he is not even willing to leave the door.
I was teaching Song Yu to write her name in the room that day, when the half-covered window was suddenly hit by a stone.
A few bangs, like a torrential rain, Song Yu's personality is quiet and introverted. She was very scared by the movement, but she still remembers to protect the lord. She mustered up the courage to check it out immediately. Lin Feilu thought of Song Jinglan first when he heard the sound, and then he denied it.
This blue sky and white day is not like something Xiaomei can do.
She called Song Yu back and walked over to open the window by herself. It didn't snow anymore, and the sun rarely peeked out of the clouds, casting a few halos. The snow on the eaves and branches are still white, so Xi Xingjiang, who is sitting on the tree in black outside the courtyard wall, is particularly conspicuous.
He took another slingshot in his hand and was looking at her window. When he saw her opening the window, he closed the bow with a smile and whistled at her.
Lin Feilu angrily cursed: "Deng the disciple!"
Xi Xingjiang is not annoyed. He dangles his feet leisurely, and asks with a smile, "Xiaodouding, where is my gift?"
So many things happened during this period, and she forgot about it. Seeing her, Xi Xingjiang lowered her head slightly, and suddenly shouted: "Wow, you won't forget? You little liar."
After finishing speaking, with a kick of the sole of the foot toward the trunk, the whole person went down in the wind, flew down from the tree and floated to her window.
He grabbed the window lattice with his upper body, and raised his hand to pull the tugging on her head.
Lin Feilu held his head and backed away, violently: "Who forgot!"
Xi Xingjiang unceremoniously stretched out his hand: "Then give it to me!"
Lin Feilu glared at her before turning around and instructing Song Yu who was frightened by this scene: "Go and get the hand cream in my makeup."
Song Yu quickly took it, and Xi Xingjiang was a little curious when she heard her say that hand cream, when she got her hand and unscrewed it, it was fragrant and soft, and she suddenly looked disgusted: "What is this? "
Lin Feilu said: "Hand cream! Put it on your hands to protect your palms from frostbite! Don't return it to me!"
Xi Xingjiang took a look at her and stuffed it into his arms: "Who said I don't want it?"
He smiled and leaned forward, his elbows propped his head on the window, his upper body was on the window: "Little Douding, I heard that you were dead in your palace a few days ago?"
He just asked casually. He didn't expect Lin Feilu to be a little uncomfortable when he heard this, and even the court lady beside her bowed her head stiffly.
Xi Xingjiang was taken aback, and his previously frivolous posture immediately became a little bewildered, panicked: "Eh no, I just ask casually, are you scared?" He reached out and touched her little head, using his straight man. Comfortable thinking: "It’s okay. It’s okay. Don’t you just die? I’ve seen many dead people on the battlefield."
Lin Feilu: "..."
This kind of person is the existence of Zhuansheng.
She was worried that Song Yu would be sad, turned her head and said: "Go and make a cup of hot tea for Shizi."
Song Yu took the order, and Xi Xingjiang also said: "I am not thirsty."
Lin Feilu ignored him, and instead asked about his curiosity: "Have you been on the battlefield?"
Xi Xingjiang's tone is not without pride: "Of course, I lived with my dad in the border for a few years when I was a child. Do you know the border? It's much colder than this, the ice is frozen for three feet, and soldiers can be on the ice in winter. Walking on the surface."
When he talked about the scene of the border crossing, he was full of joy, not knowing whether he was longing for it, or because he wanted to change the topic that had scared her before, and he was more eloquent than the storyteller.
"The old man Yong Guo was worried about the place in our frontier, and sent people to harass from time to time. My father decided to teach them a lesson and led three thousand cavalry to carry out raids, so I hid in the army horses that distributed grain and grass. My father waited until the station was found. At that time, it was too late to send me back, so Dad told me to stay in the camp and not go out."
Lin Feilu interrupted and said: "I guess you must have gone out."
Xi Xingjiang glared at her: "Don't interrupt me!"
Lin Feilu: "..."
He continued: "The people of Yongguo came to the camp in the middle of the night to sneak an attack. They didn't know that my father was deliberately making a weak defensive posture, waiting for them to throw themselves into the snare urn to catch turtles! We used three thousand soldiers in that battle. More than 10,000 people from Yongguo were killed, and the blood of their bodies spread all over the snowy field!"
Lin Feilu: "Oh..."
Xi Xingjiang ran off as he spoke. Seeing that she was disgusted enough to stop her, she didn't know what she thought of, and asked her excitedly: "I will take you to the hunting ground to ride a horse? Have you ever rode a horse?"
I haven't really ridden it.
Lin Feilu asked: "Where is the hunting ground?"
Xi Xingjiang said: "There is in the palace, where your brothers practice riding and shooting on weekdays. Have you never been? Walk around and I will take you there! I also raised a pony there. Take you to see and see."
Lin Feilu hasn’t been out for a while, and I’m still idle. I really need to go for a walk to move my muscles and bones, but he didn’t refuse. He said hello to Xiao Lan, and wrapped his cloak and followed Xi Xingjiang. .
Although it didn't snow anymore, the cold wind continued to roar. With the cold weather and the year-round banquet, the palaces have been reluctant to come out recently, and the entire palace seems very quiet and deserted.
The hunting ground is on the periphery, and there is some distance. Lin Feilu regretted it halfway through.
It's too cold, and the wind hurts her face. She didn't want to go, Xi Xingjiang refused to agree, and dragged her for a long run.
Lin Feilu exercises regularly. It can be compared to martial arts practice in the future. He ran out of breath. When he was gasping for breath, he drank a few mouthfuls of cold wind. He choked and coughed and coughed up tears. Up.
Only then did Xi Xingjiang let go of his hands in a hurry, squatting in front of her, pulling his cuffs clumsily to wipe her tears: "If you don't go, don't go, don't cry!"
Lin Fei was so angry: "Who is crying! I choked!"
Xi Xingjiang laughed out loud, squatted in front of her, teasing her: "Brother Shizi, carry you behind."
Lin Feilu didn't bother to pay attention to him, refastened his little cloak, and walked forward boldly with his short legs.
The high wall outside the hunting ground is already looming. In this weather, even the princes who often practice riding and shooting will not come here. Apart from a few guards, the hunting ground is empty. With Xi Xingjiang, the guards certainly wouldn't stop him, but curiously looked at the little girl with her eyes closed in her cloak.
As soon as the two of them entered, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes from the hunting ground that was supposed to be empty, and then a sharp arrow pierced the air and slammed toward the target behind Lin Feilu.
The man who shot the arrow did not expect that someone came in suddenly, and was shocked, but he had already opened his bow, and it was too late to collect the arrow, so he could only scream: "Get out!"
At the moment of the moment, I only heard Xi Xingjiang say: "Don't be afraid! You are short!"
Lin Feilu: "???"
Then the arrow swept over her head and slid into the target.
She was really frightened. After all, she had never experienced such a thing. When she slowly turned her head, she saw Xi Xingjiang beside her with a very confident grin.
He said: "Look, I said you are short."