Chapter 9 Chapter Nine Drums and Bells in the Palace, Hearts Outside

Yan Changchu continued to eloquently: "The child was born, and the mother passed out before she could take a look at the child. The doctor just breathed a sigh of relief, and two black-clothed physicians came to the palace for treatment. A newborn child... After the doctor entered the palace, he found out that he was not asked to cure the disease, but a concubine who wanted to exchange the dead baby just given birth for the baby in the doctor's arms!" Yan Wei only felt a burst of palpitations, her hands tightly clutched the front of her chest, and she could hardly breathe. Yan Changchu didn't even look at Yan Wei, just stared blankly at the flickering lights, and continued: "The doctor has just been deposed from his official position, and he is staying at home. Thinking that he would not be able to explain to his wife when he went back, he took away the dead baby in swaddling... The baby's body was soft and warm, and it seemed that he hadn't died yet... As he walked, the doctor suddenly found A small hand stretched out from the swaddling baby, tightly grasping the hem of his clothes, it turned out that the baby came back to life..."

Yan Wei let out a long breath, with mixed feelings in her heart, she only felt that her mouth was full of bitterness, she wanted to ask aloud, but she seemed to be choked up, unable to utter a sound. "The doctor worked hard and finally raised the baby. The baby was born with deficiencies and was weak since he was a child. Fortunately, he was raised in the doctor's home and took care of him in many ways. At first, the doctor's wife did not doubt him. , but the child grows up day by day, and his appearance is not like his parents... The Gu girl among the Li people also knows medicine, and gradually realizes that the child's physique and shape are not like her own..."

Having said that, Yan Changchu sighed a long time, and fell silent. Yan Wei only turned her head and looked at her father with wide eyes, waiting for him to continue. After a long time, Yan Changchu said: "The doctor still often goes to the palace to see patients, and if there are family members who are sick, he will bring his wife... That day was also a coincidence, and he went to treat other family members. , but there is a young son who came to ask for wound medicine because he was injured by sword practice, but it was their own son. Maybe it was because the doctor was excited and couldn't control himself, or maybe it was the nature of mother and child, blood is thicker than water. In short, the doctor's wife found that I found some clues and uncovered this past incident...the two had a big quarrel, and the doctor's wife ran away from home and never came back..."

At this point, the story seems to be over. Yan Changchu is still staring at the lamp with a stiff head and neck, as if he dare not look at Yan Wei's face, and it seems that he is still immersed in the memory and cannot extricate himself... Yan Wei was also in a daze, with her head lowered, her eyes looking at the ground, she seemed to be talking to herself, and she seemed to be asking, "Their son is Gong Zixuan, right?" Yan Changchu nodded slowly.Although Yan Wei didn't look up, she could see Yan Changchu's shadow projected onto the ground nodding. Yan Wei's heart was in confusion: It turns out that... Concubine Fan is her mother, and Young Master Heng...is actually her own younger brother!It turns out... the mother suddenly ran away from home and took away her body jade because she found out that she was not her biological daughter!

It turned out that...the father left without saying goodbye that day so suddenly, in order to arrest the murderer for his own son... Yan Wei looked at her hand, not knowing whether she wanted to cry or laugh: the complexion at the root of the finger was still slightly dark and black, and the broken little finger, although it was connected well and could move without hindrance, was slightly crooked and distorted. You can't see it alone, but it's obvious when you compare the two hands together.This is the injury left by my own brother... "What happened later? Did the doctor's wife go to Jiang Country?" Yan Wei asked again, still following her father's title in the story, as if... as long as she didn't point it out, it was just a story, not closely related to herself fate.

Yan Changchu nodded again: "She is in Guixuan Hall in Jiang Country..." It really is!The medicine in those sachets was prepared by the mother, and the owner of the piece of silk paper is the mother, no wonder the handwriting on it is familiar... Also, the person who healed Tong rate should also be the mother, so she knew their hiding place Where... Yan Wei thought about it again, in fact, it wasn't her mother... "She originally went back to Jiang Country to look for her sister, but her sister has passed away, and her husband and son are also missing... Her brother-in-law... is Mu Xuanshi..." Yan Changchu said slowly.

"Ah?!" Yan Wei was shocked again, so Mu Bie is actually her cousin?Then the Mu Xuanshi that Li Qichen assassinated turned out to be his uncle?Just when I thought of this, I smiled dumbly, what's going on... My father is King Yang, my mother is Concubine Fan, and I and this Yan family are actually passers-by who have nothing to do with each other... Thinking of this, Suddenly sadness came from it, and I couldn't hold back my tears anymore... "So... you and your son are half-brothers and sisters, so they cannot be married..." Yan Changchu said in a difficult tone, "He insisted on proposing marriage, and he has already obtained His Majesty's approval. I have no choice but to reveal your life experience. reject……"

Yan Wei nodded, feeling confused, not knowing what to say.All cause and effect are tied to Young Master Xuan. If he hadn't been poisoned, Li Qichen would not have been imprisoned, he would not have seen Li Qichen, he would not have been tortured by Young Master Heng, he would not have known Young Master Xuan and Young Master Cong, and There will be half a year of ups and downs, and I will not hear the thrilling story of today... But, if I hadn't switched identities with the young master, then would it be me who died? 瑖, the stone looks like jade, after all, it is not real jade... It seems that there is God's will in the dark...

"Tomorrow morning, someone from the palace will come to take you into the palace." Yan Changchu said with difficulty. Yan Wei didn't even nod her head this time, she just stared blankly at the ground, seemingly unable to think anymore. Yan Changchu continued: "You have suffered a lot in the past six months, maybe a safe and stable life in the palace is best for you... Starting tomorrow, you will change your surname to Yang..." "I don't want my surname to be Yang! My name is Yan Wei! It will never change..." Yan Wei suddenly shouted loudly, but then lowered her voice.Yan Wei doesn't understand why she insists on this name, maybe it's just resistance, even if she can't resist fate, she still needs to use her name to make a cry, even if there won't be any change.

Yan Changchu let out a deep sigh, and after a long time, he uttered four words with difficulty: "Go to bed early..." Yan Wei just froze there, tears quietly slipping down her cheeks, dripping onto the skirt of her clothes, already soaking the skirt of her clothes. Yan Changchu sighed again, and said: "You have been weak since you were young, and you often feel nauseous. In fact, it's not just that your stomach qi is not in harmony, but your heart pulse is congenitally deficient. You need to pay more attention to recuperating yourself... You have prepared some medicine, you put it in a sachet and carry it with you, it has the effect of strengthening the heart."

It was dawn. Outside the door, there is an An car parked, made of magnolia fragrant wood, exuding a slightly fragrant atmosphere, and the hood is also decorated with osmanthus twigs.The black-painted body is carved with dense flower patterns.The curtain has three layers, one layer is black cloth, one layer is bright yellow brocade, and the other layer is black cloth, one layer is longer than the other layer, the thin brocade is fluttering in the wind, but because of the two layers of thick and heavy The black cloth is clamped and protected, but not flying, it is like a circle of golden water flowing around the car body. The driver is a red-and-white horse with white and black cooked skin. The horse's nose is covered with a pure gold danglu carved with cicada patterns, and the fan tassel is embellished with scarlet scarves. Tassels and bronze luan bells. Two attendants took out a few golden lacquered stools from under the car, knelt down facing each other, placed the stools beside the car, and held them steady with four hands. Another maid came over and helped Yan Wei get on the car. Yan Wei only wore a camel-brown half-worn household clothes today, and only the silver hairpin given by Gongzi Cong on her head. Compared with this luxurious Anche, she looked plain and careless, even the servants and maids Clothes are also much more glamorous than hers. It seemed that Yan Wei could only use this method to express her resentment, but she couldn't tell exactly what she was resenting for.Maybe, it's just not reconciled to being fiddled with by that invisible hand in the dark.All kinds of love and hate before have become ridiculous: the promise of the young master to marry him as his wife, the vague ambiguity of the young son Cong... Also, the hurt that the young master Heng did to him was his own sister, and he wanted to take revenge for it. "Seventh Brother" is actually an irrelevant passerby... When the car moved, Yan Wei lifted the curtains and turned her head to look at her "home" and "father" standing at the doorstep, feeling sad for a while.Yan Changchu's left arm was still heavily wrapped, hanging on his shoulder, his right hand was raised high, and slowly waving... Yan Wei's vision gradually blurred, and only a figure in Tsing Yi was seen, getting smaller and further away , until never again... It was only then that Yan Wei remembered that this time, she only stayed at home for a day and two nights, and didn't even have time to change the medicine for "father" or wrap up the wound... Inner city palace. This courtyard is in the southeast corner of the inner city. It is not big, with only one entrance, one front and two sides.It seems that the house has not been lived in for a long time. Although it has been slightly repaired, it is still desolate and deserted. Across the wall is the southeast turret of the Forbidden Palace. The bronze wind chimes on the turret, as long as there is wind, they will tinkle day and night, adding a touch of flashy excitement to the courtyard.It must be because it is too noisy here, so no one has been arranged to live here, right? On the opposite side there is an identical courtyard, which is the residence of another princess. The name of this princess is "Fu". Originally, it was the fifth princess. Because Yan Wei intervened, it should be changed to the sixth princess. It was difficult to change his mouth, and he still yelled at each of the five princesses. This Princess Fu is only twelve or thirteen years old, but she is young and mature, dignified, serious, and unsmiling. When she sees Yan Wei, she is only indifferent, polite and distant.Yan Wei didn't know if she was like this by nature, or if she just looked down on herself... After entering the palace, Yan Wei originally thought that there would be at least a family banquet and a visit to the concubines in the harem. At least, the king would also summon her, since he was her biological father after all.Thinking of this, Yan Wei couldn't help feeling anxious, afraid that she wouldn't be able to cope with this kind of situation, afraid that there would be some mistakes in etiquette, and also afraid that if there was any improper response, it would cause people to laugh at her.However, none of the previously worried things happened. It has been three days since Yan Wei was placed in this small courtyard. Except for the maidservants, no one else has been here, as if she was left to fend for herself. Listening to the private conversations of those palace maids, Yan Wei learned that her mother and concubine Fan Fei had been thrown into the cold palace because of this matter, and the status of son Heng had also plummeted... Although there was nothing wrong with the whole matter, the result always made Yan Wei was worried and wanted to relieve herself, but there was no one to talk to, so Yan Wei just felt bored, doing nothing every day, sitting stuffy wrapped in brocade clothes, and occasionally learning some sewing from the maid, but she always couldn't find the right way , Move two needles and put it down. On this day, the sun was very bright, and Yan Wei tentatively said to a round-faced maid: "I want to go for a walk..." The round-faced servant girl was in her twenties, and she was the oldest among the several maidservants. She stopped her needlework, got up and replied, "Where does the princess want to go, this servant girl will accompany you." Yan Wei said: "It's not that I want to go somewhere, I just want to walk around casually, you don't have to accompany me, just tell me where I can go and where I can't go." The servant girl knelt down on her knees, leaned over and said, "Maidservant follow me from a distance?" After she finished speaking, she still lay low and did not get up. Although this question is a question, but this gesture is a gesture that cannot be rejected. Yan Wei sighed, nodded, and said: "Okay..." The sun shines on the body, and there is a sense of warmth, which is a bit like a spring scene, which makes people feel comfortable. It's a pity that in the Forbidden Palace of the Inner City, there are houses connecting houses and courtyards within courtyards everywhere. There are no tall trees, only scattered clusters of low flowering trees.Yan Wei once heard Li Qichen say that it was because there were many assassins, and because of the safety of the palace, few big trees were planted in the palace. Turning around the several courtyards where the princess lived, I saw a vein of still water flowing slowly like a jade belt, with weeping willows beside the water, and a beach paved with pebbles and plain sand on each side, with black sand scattered scattered among the white sand. The huge rocks and the gray-purple schist look elegant and refreshing. There is a person standing by the riverside stone, it is Young Master Heng.