Chapter 39
The imperial study room.
Zhao Yan was uneasy at this moment, the expression on his face was indistinguishable, and Ling Feng, who was beside him, could somewhat guess one or two.
"Your Majesty is worried before today?"
Ling Feng has always been smart, and has followed Zhao Yan for more than ten years. He has seen everything about Shen Si before, and he knows the cause and effect clearly.
Today, Jingnan Palace was really surprised when he saw the appearance of the princess.
Because he was responsible for Shen Si's poison in the past. Later, when he planned to kidnap her, he also witnessed her being kicked down the turbulent river by Zhao Yan.
It stands to reason that there is no possibility of surviving at all, so how can he appear in the Jingnan palace safely and become a princess.
There was something strange in this, how could Zhao Yan not notice it in his heart, he gave him a look: "Even you can see it, don't you?"
Ling Feng wondered: "Your Majesty sees that this Jingnan Princess is not Shen Si?"
Zhao Yan Shaking his head, he turned and said with a smile: "No, I said she is Shen Si, so she is Shen Si?"
Ling Feng was confused and couldn't understand his plan at all.
"You said, now if I ask Uncle Huang to hand over military power in the name of a suspect who is secretly hiding, what would he do?"
Zhao Yan chuckled, naturally very satisfied with the thoughts in his heart.
Setting up a game like this can not only make Uncle Huang willingly hand over the heavy power in his hands, but also ... kill two birds with one
stone, why not do it!
"Writing and ink will serve you."
Ling Feng looked at someone behind him who stepped forward to grind the inkstone and asked, "This subordinate is stupid, I don't know what Your Majesty means?
"
Besides, Zhao Sui has always been very scheming, so how could they give them a chance.
Zhao Yan didn't answer, just wrote a few lines arbitrarily, folded it neatly into an envelope, sealed it and handed it out.
"I sent someone to the palace of Jingnan, and said that I have a secret matter to discuss. I hope that the king of Jingnan will check it carefully."
"Ruan Ruan."
Who is calling her?
Shen Ci opened her eyes in confusion, only to feel that the voice was strangely familiar.
She opened her mouth with difficulty and looked into the mist with difficulty: "Who are you?"
"Ruan Ruan, should you go back with me?"
Shen Ci wondered why this scene felt unusually familiar.
"Who are you? Where am I going with you?" No
one responded to her for a long time, and Shen Ci began to look around.
I don't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that her hands and feet were starting to get cold.
There was a sudden sound above his head: "Ruan Ci, it's time for you to return to the world that belongs to you." The
screen suddenly turned, full of blood-red totems, and a pair of cold-white ice coffins.
The eyes are full of dazzling red, which is only visible to the naked eye, but the blood seems to linger between the nose wings and cannot be dissipated for a long time.
Shen Ci endured the panic in her heart, and boldly walked towards the ice coffin. She clearly felt that her feet were hanging in the air, but the wetness of the blood flowed like it was soaking her embroidered shoes.
The distance was slowly getting closer, she held her breath and slowed down, slowly poking her head into the ice coffin.
When she saw it clearly, she screamed in horror.
"Ah!"
The familiar carved wooden bed curtain fell into the eyes, and an unknown breeze blew, drying the fine sweat on Shen Ci's body.
Her eyes were a little dull, staring straight at the embroidery on the bed curtain, as if in a daze.
It was obviously a slightly hot night, but Shen Ci felt that her whole body was extremely cold, as if she was in a cold winter and could not calm down for a long time.
There seemed to be a tingling pain in the forehead, and she felt that her head was stabbed with a needle.
The illusion that she was going to explode in the next second made her have to believe the reality she had encountered in her previous dream.
After all, she could see who the person in the ice coffin was, but she couldn't recover from it for a long time.
Inside the deserted ice coffin lay a woman, but her face was stiff and lifeless.
And most importantly, that person was undoubtedly her.
Shen Ci was inexplicably certain in her heart that the person in the ice coffin was not the original Shen Ci who had a similar appearance to herself, but was really herself.
It was this certainty that made her heart shudder.
The voice in my head kept reverberating.
"Ruan Ci, you should come back."
Like an inescapable nightmare, Shen Ci closed her eyes and shook her head in pain, trying to get rid of this strange feeling.
"Dong dong dong."
Shen Ci slowly opened her eyes, leaning weakly on the wooden bed, her eyes wary: "Who?"
"It's me, Zhao Sui."
Zhao Sui came to Shen Ci's house for the first time. , he had only entered this side courtyard before, but he had never stepped into the door, but at this time he was not at all curious.
He frowned at her pale complexion, and asked in a low voice, "Why haven't you slept yet?"
It wasn't that he was tired from yelling, and after coming back for such a long time, his complexion was still so bad.
Shen Ci only put on a thin coat, and didn't have the heart to argue with him. He just poured
a glass of water and handed it over: "Drink water." Without the agility of the past, Zhao Sui was not used to it. He concealed the deep meaning in his eyes.
"Is there anything important to come here so late?"
Shen Ci asked him, her voice a little hoarse, it could be seen that she was not in the mood.
Little did she know that her appearance reminded Zhao Sui of the painting in the study scroll.
No matter how much a person changes, the temperament in his bones will not change.
Although her appearance was the same as Shen Si's, she gave people a very different feeling. Just with those watery eyes, he could conclude that the person in front of her was not Shen Si.
Zhao Sui put down the cup in his hand and said, "It's okay."
Seeing the man who seemed to have a lot of words but showed that I didn't say anything, Shen Ci was very disgusted.
Thanks to her lack of energy right now, if she is normal, she will open up.
But now, she can only help her forehead helplessly.
"Zhao Sui, are you busy?"
Zhao Sui didn't understand what she meant and shook his head.
Of course he was not busy, but he just took her to heart. The secret letter from the palace disturbed his mind, so he came to take a look.
She may not know that he stood outside the door for a long time, but he didn't dare to knock on the door until he heard her voice and asked worriedly.
Shen Ci sighed: "Then do you know the difference between men and women?"
She looked into his eyes, as if she was asking this question very seriously, and it seemed that she needed a reasonable explanation from him.
Zhao Sui naturally knew what she meant.
He has read a lot of sage books, how can he not know about men and women, but when did he use what these sage books teach on her.
He avoided answering and instead asked her, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Shen Ci shook her head: "No, I think I'm fine."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a tingling in her heart, and quickly Covered his chest.
Seeing her pain, Zhao Sui immediately stood up and subconsciously supported her shoulder.
For a time, the light clouds and winds that were hidden in the usual days suddenly broke the power, and the worry was leaked out of the embankment.
"How? But what's wrong?"
Shen Ci was startled by his nervous look, and then laughed happily again.
Zhao Sui was puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"
Shen Ci shook her head and avoided her eyes awkwardly: "It's okay, just a little happy."
She had forgotten how long it had been since she had seen him so nervous and concerned about her. .
Now his actions made her feel a little sour in her heart, and the grievances she suffered during this time were pouring out.
Zhao Sui couldn't read her expression, but he could catch the trace of sentimentality, and then he helped her sit on the embroidered stool and let go.
Slowly, the pain in her heart stopped, and Shen Ci regained her strength. She was in a cold sweat again, and her whole body was weak.
She was all too familiar with this kind of physical powerlessness, but this familiarity made her have a bold guess.
Maybe she'd been wrong all along.
It's good that she is Ruan Ci, but she still has her soul on the body of the original owner, Shen Ci.
The original owner Shen Ci has died according to the plot of the novel, and her appearance just happened to be a rebirth from the dead.
The original owner, Shen Ci, got drunk by the beauty, and was pushed into the river by Zhao Yan, and just happened to meet Zhao Sui who was returning to Beijing.
There seemed to be a certain number in the dark, and she instantly understood why Zhao Sui could recognize that she was Ruan Ci and not Shen Ci at a glance.
It turned out that Zhao Sui didn't admit the wrong person. The "Ruan Ruan" in his mouth has always been her, and his princess has always been her.
After thinking about it a bit, she also understands that now her body belongs to the original owner Shen Ci, and she is already dead if poisoned into the bone marrow.
But thinking of Zhao Sui who followed her, she felt that he really loved her.
Shen Ci looked at the man's handsome face and smiled helplessly, but tears rolled down his eyes unconsciously.
"Zhao Sui, you are so stupid!"
Before Zhao Sui understood the meaning of her words, he saw the girl sitting in front of him suddenly stand up.
Zhao Sui's eyes followed her subconsciously, his eyes darkened on his shoulders.
The light breath leaned against each other, and the rhombus lips pressed against his.
With a touch, Shen Ci smiled.
"Zhao Sui, you have to remember, my name is Ruan Ci, ... also your 'Ruan Ruan'."
You have to remember my name, don't recognize the wrong person, or I will not want you .
Dawn broke, which should have been a vibrant scene, but today's imperial city was suddenly covered with dark clouds.
The black cloud was pressing on the imperial city, as if it was going to stay here for a long time, but it refused to fade away.
I'm afraid that there will be a heavy rain in this imperial city.
The sky gradually became brighter, and there was no one in the palace until Zhao Sui stood under the eaves for the night.
Since Zhao Sui came out of Shen Ci's courtyard, he has been standing in the center of the main hall, with his hands behind his back, and his eyes are farsighted.
"Your Highness, you haven't slept all night, why don't you go back and rest first."
Wu Jin didn't understand a little. His own Prince seemed to have been wrong since he received the secret letter from the palace last night. This behavior is too weird.
Zhao Sui shook his head: "No, this king is waiting for someone."
Wu Jin looked outside the door, looking at this point, no one should come in this weather.
"Today is really not a good weather, why don't you go back to the house and wait first."
Zhao Sui smiled: "No need, it's already here."
Wu Jin looked up and saw the servant at the gate of the mansion running over in a panic: "Your Majesty is not good, it is not good, Your Majesty brought the Imperial Forest Army to surround the palace It's gone!"