Nirvana In Fire

It's noon, the intense sun in July is empty, and the skin hurts. Because the sun was too poisonous, there were not many pedestrians on the street, and the traders tried to move the stall back into the shadow of the roof. The street was lit up with wide access, so that Xiao Jingxuan was not hindered. The faster he traveled, the harder it took to decorate behind him.

After the Huarong embroidery shop, turn around another corner and you'll see the street facing the main entrance of Su's house. But just before the near turn, Xiao Jingxuan suddenly strangled the reins, and made the beneath the reins to sit for a long hiss, the front hoof lifted, the horse almost upright, and when he fell again, Jingxuan's hand fell loose, the whole body fell from the back of the horse, heavily smashed the ground, and then hurried Meng Xian to scatter, his body flew, and held him straight up, busily checking for bodily injuries.

But Xiao Jingxiang seemed not to feel the pain, even as if he didn't even realize that there was someone around him, his gaze was straightened to the corner not far away, and his teeth bit tightly.

Just turn there, Su's house, enter Su's house, and you can walk to Xiaoxiao, but he has to force himself to stop suddenly, even if he falls, he can no longer move on.

The Orient Palace Guard had also caught up by then, quickly surrounded by a monstrous gesture to isolate the prince's security and drive the idle passers-by far away.

In the circular space formed by the human wall, Xiao Jingxuan held the position of sitting on the ground, full of sweat beads, no blood on his face, the whole person suddenly stayed for half a minute, which stood slowly under the benevolent help.

The horse he fell on was sitting beside him, his cold nose sprayed and he snuck his horse's head up, biting the rider's sleeve. Xiao Jingxue reached out and touched his pretty hairy neck. As soon as he pressed the saddle, he turned over again, but the direction of the pine curtain was slow, but it was the original way to rush.

“Your Highness?” Meng Xi caged the horses with some anxiety, "you... go back to the East Palace? ”

“Go back to the palace...” Xiao Jingluan mumbled, “If he refused to let me know, naturally there was a reason for him to do this, why should I have to know, adding his troubles in vain...”

Meng earnestly understood what he meant. His heart was hot and his throat was bitter and spicy.

The guards of the Eastern Palace Guard have been trained to change the formation of the team, changing the quadrilateral perimeter to a forward and rear escort to accompany the Prince's actions. But contrary to the onset of the storm, Xiao Jingxue on the return trip was as if his breath in front of his chest had been exhaled, tranced and confused. He doesn't know exactly how to describe his current mood. If he is happy with the survival of his friends, why would he want to pull a knife to open his chest? But if you resent his deliberate concealment, then why is it so painful that you can barely breathe?

Who's Lindsey? Lin Shu is his proud, strong and winning friend. He never refuses to bow his head to admit defeat. He is the little fireman who has never known what the cold winter snow meant by the long gun or the whistle. He is a happy, freaking, angry tiger. He has never hidden any emotion in his heart. Red Flame is handsome...

But who is Mae Chang-soo? He lowered his eyebrows and smiled lightly, his voice was faint, and no one could see what he was thinking; he was always embracing the furnace of joe, his eyes flashing and sinking, and his face was always pale as paper, without a hint of vibrancy; his fingers were always cold as ice, as if it were the shade of hell.

He was like the rest of the ashes after the flames of a bear were extinguished, and although it was reminiscent of the flames that existed, there was no longer a burning heat of flames and a gesture of dance.

Xiao Jingxiao found himself unable to imagine the process of change at all. Think of it as a deeper, darker pain than the moonless night.

Entering the East Palace, Meng personally came to help Xiao Jing down the horse, but when the new prince stepped on the white jade stone steps of the main palace of the East Palace, he suddenly felt that he was treading on the back of his friend's teeth to support him. His feet were soft and he had to sit in front of the steps.

The commander of the banned army who held him beside him also lowered his body, half squatting and half kneeling beside him.

Ji Wang and Yan, who had somehow been thrown in the palace, rushed out, but dared not approach, and could only look at it as far away as any other Orient Palace guard could.

“You always knew, didn't you?” Sitting quietly for a long time, Xiao Jingxuan finally lifted his eyes and stared at his sincere face.

But the persevering man avoided his sight and did not know how to answer.

Xiao Jingzheng's teeth bit tightly, one hand clamped his sincere right wrist like an iron clamp, palms skin like fire, "How do you know? Did you recognize him? ”

“Yes... he contacted me...”

Xiao Jingxiang's eyes were a little red and slowly read the name: “Xiao Shu... Xiao Shu... He is my best friend, but why, when he returned to Emperor City after robbing me, he refused to contact me first? ”

Meng Sixu Xu persuaded: “Your Highness, you should understand that you have different expectations from others. ”

“Yeah... I understand, if I don't understand, how could I just come back like this...” Xiao Jingxuan took a few breaths, but couldn't stop the shaking of his lips, “but Meng Qing, you have to tell me, why did he become like this? What the hell happened to him? That's Shu! You and I both know what kind of person Xiao Shu is. I even used to think that even if he broke his whole person and reloaded it, he would always be that divine Lin Shu...”

Xiao Jingxuan's last sentence was just a metaphor, but it could be heard in the heartfelt ear, but it seemed like a knife had been stabbed in the heart, pulled in and out, making his persistent indulgent face turn blue and yellow.

“You must know," Xiao Jingmei's gaze is hotter than the July sun, pushing him straight in, "he refuses to say, I won't push him, but I want to hear you say it! ”

“Your Highness...” Meng Xin seemed to be completely crushed by him in the mood. But after his head was lowered, he shook his head. "I promised him...”

“Okay,” Xiao Jingxiang did not get too involved with him, stood up hard, seemed to finally recover his full strength, “Somebody! ”

“Yes!”

“Get ready to drive, into the palace! ”

“Yes!”

Meng took a step forward as if to dissuade him, but his lips touched a few times and he didn't say a word.

“Uncle Wang, Grandpa Yan Hou, excuse me. I have an important matter to take care of now, and I will ask you two to speak to me some other time.” Xiao Jingxue walked up the stone steps and gave a toast to Ji Wang and Yan Zhuo at the entrance of the palace, but the two of them had not had time to react. He had quickly turned around, flew to the outer palace and jumped on the Prince's car ready to drive. He was still not in a steady shape to drink. "Go! Hurry up! ”

The two people left in front of the palace had to cast their doubtful eyes at the front of the ladder, but eventually they only got a bitter smile and a brief explanation that is not an explanation: “It's a long story, we'll have a chance to talk about it later...”

There are still some late greeters in the palace of Jing Gui Fei. The newspaper prince arrived and these people rushed out to greet him. Xiao Jingxuan's face was greeted with a faint smile, the style was very thoughtful, but after entering the palace the first sentence was: “Mother, the child has brought you a gift, can only show it to you alone, should we look now? ”

As soon as this sentence was said, the fools did not understand. The greeters hurried to finish the final greeting. They resigned. Soon the whole palace was cleaned up.

Jing Fei was naturally doubtful about his son's return, and then saw that he had done so. He immediately understood that there were urgent words to say, so he immediately withdrew and took him into the inner palace.

“Ma'am,” Xiao Jingzheng entered the palace and stood still, single-knife straight in, "What's the disease? ”

Jing Fei shook herself and took an inadvertent step, but then she settled down and turned to look at her son.

“You heard me right. I'm asking Shu... I don't think you're going to tell me, you don't know who I'm referring to right now? ”

The initial shock soon passed, and Jing Fei's expression changed from surprise to sadness, slowly holding the armrest of the seat down.

“Lin Shuai was aliased as Shinan. He saved his mother as a doctor while traveling, and then took her back to Lin Fu to protect her wings, didn't he?” Xiao Jingxuan continued, “Mother's past has never been mentioned to me before, as long as you don't mention it, no one else will of course tell me. So when you really and fake talk about the deceased, I didn't think that the deceased would be Lin Shuai...”

“So how did you finally find out?” Jing Fei sighed and asked.

“Something happened today, I talked to Yan Hou...” Xiao Jingzheng stepped forward and crouched in front of his mother's knees. "But none of this matters. The important thing is... what's wrong with Xiao Xiao Xiao now? When you gave him the pulse, he wept. Was he very ill? ”

Jing Fei thought about it and nodded slowly: “It's heavy...”

“So what do we do?” Xiao Jingxue suddenly felt panicked and grabbed her mother's hand, “Xiao Jingxue trusted her mother's medicine so much, should you have a way? ”

Jing Fei sighed for a moment, his eyelashes covered, softly: “There are better people beside him than my medical way, I'm sure he will be able to keep him safe...”

“How long will it take him to get better? ”

“I don't know, maybe tomorrow... maybe next year...”

If Xiao Jingxuan could understand the true meaning of his mother, he would definitely jump immediately, but unfortunately he didn't know, so he felt a little comforted, “No matter how long it takes to heal it. But why does it look like this when you get sick? ”

Jing Fei shook her head. “Xiao Xiao's appearance changed, not because he was sick, but because he had previously been poisoned by a cold fire. After detoxification, his body appearance will change greatly...”

“Then he's changed, which means the poison's been removed, isn't it?” Xiao Jingxiao is slightly happy, "because of the detoxification, the body becomes so weak, easily ill, it takes time to rest and nourish, right? ”

Jing Fei looked at her for a long time before slightly locating her head. “Yes...”

“That's it," Xiao Jingzheng's tight whole body finally relaxed a little and stood up, "I understand why he couldn't rest in peace before, but I'll do the following, all he has to do is focus on healing. Mother, does he have the same symptoms every time he gets sick? ”

“Depending on what the cause is, cold, tired, emotionally agitated, the symptoms are different. ”

Xiao Jingxiao snapped the railway tunnel: “It's okay, Xiao Jingxiao won't be tired of the cold in the future. As for emotion, there's no harm in being happy, is there? ”

“Happiness is no harm at all," because of the waves of light in her eyes, Jing Fei's smile seems a little sad, "you want to make him happy? ”

“What is his wish, I know best,” Xiao Jingxiang took a deep breath, his eyes sparkled, “I will speed up, let him see the stigma snow a day early, he will rest more comfortable...”

“Jing Yao,” Jing Fei grabbed his son's hand, extremely condescending, “Don't take the risk, the situation reached this situation, maybe you can still stand the failure, but Xiaoxi can no longer stand it, you understand? ”

Xiao Jingyu pressed his lips hard and nodded heavily, “Don't worry, Mother, I know to grasp the scale, Xiao Shu is still watching, I won't do anything. ”

Jing Fei's heart hurts as if she was stuck. She also knows that when Xiao Shu looks at her, Jing Shu will insist on walking as a camp, but how long can Xiao Shu look at it? Will he survive the day he rebuilds the Tomb of the Lin Clan?

“Now thinking about it, I can understand why Xiao Shu refused to tell me," Xiao Jingxiao saw her mother's horrible wounds, thought she was just sad to think of everything from the past, and couldn't help but hold her hand tighter. “If I had known who he was, I probably wouldn't have walked this way...”

“Jingxi, for more than a year, you have become more and more steady and concentrated, and you are more and more worthy of relying on it. Little difference must be very comforting.” Jing Fei bit her lower lip hard and finally recovered her pale and tender face, softly. "So, you don't have to regret it, don't be sad, be calm and don't add any more troubles to him. ”

Xiao Jingxun nodded silently for a moment.

“Well, go back to the palace. His Majesty will be here later to discuss your wedding. In the next few days, Liu Sangshu of the ceremony department will also go to the East Palace to report to you on the preparations...”

“Mother,” Xiao Jingxuan frowned somewhat irritably, "Just follow the rules, I'm not in the mood...”

“Jingxi,” Jing Fei's face is slightly strong, “you promised to calm down, forget it? The wedding is not for the sake of the scenery. The princess was appointed by your father. Lord Liu holds the weight of peace. His granddaughter is also plain and gentle. From His Majesty's side, he wants to determine your personality. But for you, this marriage also has great advantages. At least in your attitude, you can not show contempt for haste, okay? ”

In fact, Xiao Jingxiao had long understood that, just at this moment, his heart was confused and he complained casually. After being blamed by his mother, he knew he was silent and did not dare to hit him again. He bowed his head to promise and slowly withdrew.

The East Palace attendant waited outside the palace. When he came out, he hurried up to greet him. Xiao Jingxue looked at the brilliant and glorious warfare of the monarch. He felt more disturbed and stinging in his heart. He walked out as soon as he shook his hand.

Meng Xi waited at the entrance lane of the outer palace door. Although his heart was anxious, he did not reveal much on his face. As soon as Xiao Jingxuan appeared, he looked closely at his face. Seeing that His Highness seemed to have taken control of himself, his head was slightly relaxed and he hurried forward to pay a stern courtesy.

“Meng Qing is exonerated.” Xiao Jingxuan glanced at him, faintly said, "The palace is gradually becoming more politically oriented, martial arts practice is inevitably lazy and retreating. Meng Qing is the number one master of Daliang. If anything happens in the future, please come back often to point out. ”

Meng earnestly understood what he meant. He knelt down on one leg and replied solemnly: "Shen, take the Prince's command. ”

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