Jiu Durong stood with his hands behind his back, his sharp eyes shot straight at the palace maid, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Where has the princess gone?"

The palace maid was stunned when she heard this, as if she was frightened, her body trembled so badly, and even her voice was bitten out of the depths of her tongue, "Master... the princess was asleep on the bed, and the servant was watching outside, but she never saw the princess come out..."

People in the deep palace have the lowest life. There will be people who die in one way or another every day. Once the master gets angry, it will be punished by God, let alone a serious crime that the princess does not see. If it comes to mind, nine clans should be punished.

Jiudurong's lips were pursed, his face was dark, and he stepped forward to grab the palace maid's collar and swung it in front of the bed.

The palace maid suddenly fell to the ground like a discarded cloth, knocking her head against the groove of the pedal used to place shoes by the bed. Blood flowed down her forehead, drop by drop onto her clothes, very hideous and terrifying.

"Look at it yourself! Where is the princess!".

The palace maid raised her head tremblingly, her eyelids were blocked by blood, and she couldn't see it clearly. She brushed her face and looked into the curtain of the bed. The thin golden quilt was lifted wide open, and there was no one in the quilt.

"Young Master, please spare me! You are so lucky! I have always been guarding outside the door and have never seen anyone enter. I don't know why the princess disappeared!" The palace maid ignored the blood flowing from her forehead and knocked on the ground. During the life and death, she could no longer tolerate any timidity, and her words were rushed and urgent.

Jiu Durong ignored her and asked Siyu, "Siyu, do you hear any abnormal movement?"

Siyu frowned and thought hard for a while, finally shook her head and said, "No! My sleep has always been light and I have never noticed that outsiders are coming in!"

Jiu Durong suddenly felt his breathing slow. He searched and asked all the people he had associated with, but eventually ran towards a result, that is, Weiyang was kidnapped.

He started teaching Siyu's kung fu since the first half of the year. Although Siyu's kung fu is still very poor, the child is alert and talented, and even feels inferior to the perception ability of the outside world. The person who kidnapped Weiyang actually performed without Siyu's awareness. It can be seen that this person has a very profound skill.

Thinking of this, Jiu Durong approached the bed and carefully looked at the clues that the thief might have left behind.

Seeing this, Siyu bowed down and stared around.

"Uncle Durong, look!" Soon, Siyu pinched a long fiery red hair with her little hand and handed it to Jiudurong. In this world, very few people's hair color was fiery red. The people of Feng Kingdom and the palace people in the palace all had ink hair. The older Eunuch Shao and some imperial physicians and officials were mixed with white hair. Jiudurong's hair color was chestnut. Although it was not black, it was definitely not fiery red. Therefore, the fiery red hair could only be left by the people who took away Weiyang.

Jiu Durong took over the long fiery red hair from Siyu's hand, and his eyes tightened. In his impression, there was only one person with this color, that is Ye Jianling.

Ye Jianling came to the palace?

What did he do if he kidnapped Weiyang?

A series of questions emerged in Jiu Durong's mind, but he could not find the answer.

"Uncle Durong, do you think of who tied up his sister?" Siyu stared at Jiu Durong without blinking, and his eyebrows were filled with anxiousness.

Although he is young, he can distinguish between joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

The expression on Jiu Durong's face was obviously worried and puzzled.

When these two emotions appear on the same face, it means that the situation is not optimistic.

"Uncle Durong did think of someone, but Siyu, don't worry, Uncle Durong will rescue Yang'er!" Jiu Durong comforted Siyu, "It's still early, go to bed!".

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Siyu looked at the injured palace maid kneeling on the ground and then gave an order to ask other palace maids to take him away and bandage him.

At a young age, he is calm and composed, and has a kingly style.

...

Because An Lan was pregnant, Feng Junran did not move very quickly. When he arrived in Tongzhou City, he simply hired a carriage with soft mattresses inside, so that An Lan could lie on the soft mattresses to rest, and arrived at the palace the next afternoon.

When they arrived at the palace, Feng Junran took An Lan straight to Kunning Palace where Jiuzhen was.

Jiuzhen was lying on the phoenix couch, her eyes closed, and her face was withered, just like the day when Nalan Yunye was dying.

"Empress Jiuzhen!" As soon as An Lan stepped into the palace gate, she couldn't help but feel sad when she saw Jiuzhen's appearance. She rushed over and knelt in front of Jiuzhen, crying bitterly.

Feng Junran stood aside and called softly, "Mother...".

Jiuzhen slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes as clear as water in the past were as dusted, showing a slight turbidity. She turned her head and stared at An Lan who was kneeling on the ground. She asked Feng Junran weakly, "Ran'er, she is..."

When he lost his son in middle age, his memory was stranded, and many things became blurred. Only the youngest son's voice, appearance, smile and appearance rolled in his mind all day long, like a big wave washing away the sand, and it continued to torture her nerves, destroying her body, making her become surviving, no one can understand this pain.

"Empress Jiuzhen! I am Lan'er!" An Lan raised her eyes when she heard the sound, crawled forward and took a few steps forward, grabbed Jiuzhen's hand, and cried so hard that she couldn't help herself, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Unexpectedly, Nalan Yunye's death brought such a big blow to Jiuzhen, and how should she, the culprit, repay this evil debt!

An Lan's heart has never regretted it so much. Even though Nalan Yunye died in front of her, she looked at her and was only in pain, but she never regretted it. Now, seeing Jiuzhen like this, she regretted it, regretted poisoning Nalan Yunye, and regretted not choosing to forgive.

But she was forced to do it too!

At the beginning, Nalan Yunye had her, and she was still thinking about her sister, the sister who gave her heart blood and shed a fetus for her. She felt sorry for her and wanted to protect her, so she chose to commit herself to Nalan Yunye. She could not do the straight revenge because she was neither martial arts nor stupid, so she used despicable means to let the poison of cinnabar slowly penetrate into Nalan Yunye's bones and blood, and the medicine stone was not cured.

"Lan'er, are you here?" Jiuzhen learned that it was An Lan, and her dry eyes finally flashed a gleam. She supported her arms and wanted to get up.

Seeing this, Feng Junran hurriedly stepped forward, holding Jiuzhen while placing the pillow behind her, "Mother, be careful!".

"Sit! Sit!" Jiuzhen waved her hand at Feng Junran, and she was no longer dead. "Where have you been these days? I miss you very much, so let me see, I have lost weight!"

An Lan sat aside, sobbing and unable to speak, tears in her eyes rolled down like a flood that broke into a dam.

"Stop crying, crying too much will hurt your body! I'm fine, I just can't get over a hurdle..." Jiuzhen patted An Lan's shoulder and coughed twice.

"Empress Jiuzhen, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me--", An Lan choked and prepared to tell her. Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Feng Junran.

"Mother, do you know what I took An Lan to see you?" Feng Junran changed the subject almost unpredictably, and glanced at An Lan, and this glance was to stop him.

An Lan stammered her lips, but she finally silenced.

"Oh? What are you doing?" Jiuzhen was successfully attracted by Feng Junran's question, and her eyes were on An Lan, gentle and loving.

"An Lan, come and tell your mother!" Feng Junran also encouraged An Lan with her eyes.

An Lan first looked at Feng Junran, then set her sight on Jiuzhen's hopeful face, and suddenly understood why Feng Junran wanted to stop her from telling the truth.

Indeed, if she told the death of Nine Zhen, Nalan Yunye and what she caused, she could temporarily relieve her regret. But Nine Zhen, in every mother's heart, the children are unique and the best. Once she tells the truth, she will inevitably tear away Nalan Yunye's unbearableness. Nine Zhen has to face not only Nalan Yunye's departure, but also the selfishness and shamelessness of her son who thinks it is excellent. This is more harmful to Nine Zhen than Nalan Yunye's death.

Furthermore, even if Empress Jiuzhen can accept Nalan Yunye’s misfortune, how should she be treated? Empress Jiuzhen has always loved her very much, as if she was a daughter. How heartbreaking and pain should Empress Jiuzhen know that Lan'er, whom she likes, kills her son!

So, instead of confessing, she might as well use the rest of her time to forgive her sins, so that would be the best for Empress Jiuzhen!

"Empress Jiuzhen, I am pregnant with King Yeqing's child!" An Lan's mouth was filled with a relieved smile, and she looked at Jiuzhen with a watery look in her eyes.

Jiuzhen didn't understand An Lan's words for a moment. When she reacted, she cried and laughed. She held An Lan's hand tightly and verified over and over again, "Really? Lan'er, are you saying true? Don't lie to me!"

An Lan shook her head, "I didn't lie to you. I'm really pregnant with King Ye Qing's child. I'm almost three months old. I love him!"

An Lan never thought that she said the word "I love you" to Nalan Yunye's mother. However, when she said it, she did not feel hesitated or shy at all, because this was a real expression of emotions and was naturally revealed.

Yes, she loved him, and at this moment, she was honest with her heart.

Nalan Yunye, did you hear it?

I love you!

"It's great, let me touch it..." Jiuzhen trembled and stretched out her hand, touching An Lan's lower abdomen. Her once slump was swept away, as if the dead branches were in spring, with hope of life.

Feng Junran looked at it, tears wet her eyes, "Mother, you and An Lan reminisce about the past, I'll go and see Siyu and Weiyang!"

"Okay, okay, go quickly, tell them that their grandmother will go see them when she recovers from her illness!"

...

Feng Junran bid farewell to Jiuzhen and An Lan, returned to Xuqian Palace, and found that only Siyu was in Xuqian Palace. After seeing him, she rushed over.

"Father, Father..."

"Yu'er, where is your sister?" Feng Junran held Siyu in her arms and asked gently.

At this point, he didn't have too much worry, because on weekdays, Weiyang often went to Jiudurong's residence, but now he is gone.

He thought that Weiyang had gone to find Jiu Durong again.

"Father, my sister is gone. Uncle Durong said he was taken away by the bad guy. Uncle Durong went to find the bad guy and let Siyu wait in the palace!" Siyu said a series of words, panting.

When Feng Junran heard this, her eyes widened, and she hugged Siyu and ran towards the palace where Jiudurong lived.

There was no time to respond when I met a palace servant who saluted the court on the road. In the hearts of the palace servants, their emperor was the most enlightened and kindest emperor. Now he was so in a hurry and panic, I am afraid something big happened!

Feng Junran took Siyu to the palace where Jiudurong lived, but did not find Jiudurong's figure.

When the palace man saw Feng Junran coming, he handed him a letter, saying that it was left by the prime minister.

Feng Junran hurriedly unfolded, and it said: Feng Junran, I suspect Weiyang was captured by Ye Jianling. You have not returned from the palace and I can't wait for you, so I went out to look for it first. Ye Jianling's target is probably you. You must not be too hasty. If you are confused, I will send someone to tell you immediately when I have news! Take care!

A few words made Feng Junran feel a little moved, but she was more angry.

Ye Jianling, you really have lived enough, and you dare to touch Wei Yang!

Feng Junran's five fingers were closed together, and his slender fingers were like snow lotus in the Tianshan Mountains, deciding the life and death of the world at the same time.

...

Weiyang slept very sweetly. She dreamed that Uncle Durong had a dream. She yelled to marry Uncle Durong. Uncle Durong agreed happily, and then she woke up with a smile. After waking up, she found that she was not in the palace.

This place is very strange and she has never been here. Who brought her here?

"Uncle Durong..." Wei Yang carefully climbed off the bed, walked out of the door with barefoot, and observed everything around him with his big eyes flashing.

At this time, a man seemed to fall from the sky, walked to her, picked her up in the waist, swept her brown eyes to her pink feet, and his sword eyebrows frowned.

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?" Wei Yang looked at the man with long red hair in front of him and asked crisply.

Four-year-old Weiyang is sometimes very brave. At night, who asked Uncle Durong to tell her and his brother some ghost stories? But during the day, she is very brave. For example, now, when she sees this uncle with a different color than an ordinary person and a cinnabar on his eyebrows, she is not afraid at all. Not only is she not afraid, she also stretches out her little hand to pull his fiery red hair, and even touches the cinnabar on his eyebrows. She asks with a strong desire for knowledge, "Uncle, why is your hair not black? Your cinnabar is so beautiful, can you give it to Yang'er?"

Ye Jianling frowned at Wei Yang's noise. When the little guy pulled his hair and touched his cinnabar, he really wanted to throw her out.

He hates anyone touching him except Arran.

But when he saw the little girl's black and white eyes and delicate and tender little face, he suppressed the urge to kill.

This child is really Kang Anan's daughter, she looks like she carved it out of the same mold as her.

"Shut up!" Ye Jianling hugged Wei Yang and walked into the room again, put her on the bed, and pulled a chair and sat next to him, silently without saying a word.

Xiao Yang'er was never raped. Even the bad temper of Jiu Durong pampered her. So, after Ye Jianing said "Shut up" coldly, Xiao Yang'er started crying.

"Bad Uncle, you are a bad uncle..." Xiao Yanger pointed at Ye Jianling, crying with the rain, her shoulders trembling.

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