After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

Chapter 21

Although the pool water in summer is not bitter, it is also icy cold to Yan Huaiyin.

The moment he fell into the pool and was wrapped in the water, he couldn't help shaking.

Everything happened in an instant, and the other hand of the person holding his arm was not idle, and strangled his neck the moment he fell into the pool.

The guard's hand tightened relentlessly, and as he tightened his grip, as expected, Yan Huaiyin in his hand also struggled harder and harder.

But Yan Huaiyin is a scholar who has no strength to restrain his hands, his neck and arms are under control, after just a few kicks like this, only a few ripples were aroused, and his whole body slowly softened.

Just in case, the guards pushed him into the water with his head.

Yan Huaiyin couldn't struggle, the water flooded into his nasal cavity, causing a cough.But he was strangled and couldn't cough, so he reflexively went to break the hand that was pinching his neck.

It didn't last long, the hand pinching Yan Huaiyin's neck didn't move at all, but the hand holding his neck slowly lost its strength, and finally fell to his side.

The guard watched the eyelashes of the person in his hand slowly close, and finally passed out, without any strength to resist, so he was relieved.

The water in the pool was not too deep, it was just up to the waist, and the guards could show their heads.But according to the order he received, the smallest movement must be made, so he chose to drag Yan Huaiyin into the water together, and completed a series of movements in the water.

Now that the person was dizzy, the guard poked his head out of the pool, and after taking a few breaths, he looked worriedly at the young man who was still held in the water by him.

Really passed out.

Sinking in the water, motionless, like a thin piece of rice paper.

He thought it would take a lot of care to follow the instructions given to his commanding officer.

Nothing more than that.

Thinking of this, the guard held Yan Huaiyin in the water and dragged him deeper into the lotus pond.

No one came to Xianglin Pond once in half a year, and Yan Huaiyin was killed in the depths of the pool. His body sank in the mud several feet thick, and Ren Tian Wang and Lao Tzu would not even try to find it when he came.

He walked like this for a while, guessing that it was almost done, took out the dagger he had prepared earlier from his pocket, and wanted to kill him on the spot.

At this moment, in the silence of the world, his arm that had been pinched in his hand and had not moved for a long time moved.

The guard's heart stopped for a moment.

Surrounded by layers of lotus, he suddenly turned around and looked down, and met a pair of quiet eyes across the lake.

The young man who was sunk in the lake by him had woken up at some point, or hadn't passed out at all, and was looking at him with a smile on his eyes.

But for a moment, the guard's habit for many years made him subconsciously want to shake off the arm in his hand, but before he could let go, his wrist was already held by a cold hand.

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In the warm and dazzling pavilion, Emperor Chengde seemed tired, Concubine Zhou was standing behind him rubbing his forehead, while he raised his eyelids to look at the endless lotus pond.

Those who could stand beside him were some of the most important ministers in the court, and among them Nanyanghou was the most pleasing to him, who was lowering his head and saying something to the emperor at this moment.

Just as Emperor Chengde responded boredly, the lotus in the center of the lotus pond shook for a while.

Seeing this scene, Emperor Chengde seemed to be a little interested, straightened up a little and looked over.

Concubine Zhou rubbed the fingertips on Emperor Chengde's forehead, raised her eyes silently, and looked at Marquis Nanyang.

The expression on Nanyanghou's face did not change, the folds were rippling, and he said with a smile: "The night bird flies alone, it must be feeling the holy light, and I am happy in my heart."

Emperor Chengde had already been complimented too much tonight, he waved his hand lazily, lost interest, and said, "Go back."

It's tiring.

Chang Ning, who was standing beside him, said in a low voice, "Your servant will go down and make arrangements."

But after a while, the emperor's dragon chariot stopped outside the pavilion.

Emperor Chengde got up and walked out of the pavilion. Just as he was standing beside the dragon chariot and was about to sit on it, he asked casually, "Where's Yan Huaiyin?"

Concubine Zhou's hands under her wide sleeves clenched tightly.

Nanyang Hou took a step forward and said with a smile: "If your majesty wants to find Yan Shaofu, I will bring someone to look for you."

The wind blew past, and Emperor Chengde's face was puffed up again, he snorted coldly: "Forget it, make the banquet like that, I don't want to see him, let's go."

The lights were on and off, Nanyang Hou looked normal, and said yes with a smile.

In the depths of the lotus pond where there was only the sound of insects in the silence, Yan Huaiyin grabbed the guard's wrist and straightened up from the lake as neatly as a snake. He pulled his hand down, and the guard was pinned down in the mud.

Before the guard could struggle, the dagger in Yan Huaiyin's hand was snatched away by Yan Huaiyin's other wet hand.

Amidst the turbulent ripples, Yan Huaiyin's knee precisely landed on the guard's lower abdomen in the water.

The cold hand let go of the guard's wrist, and the guard was suddenly pushed into the pool, and the overwhelming pool water was poured into his mouthpiece and nasal cavity frantically, and he could only struggle wildly in a panic.

After feeling Yan Huaiyin's hand loosening his wrist, he didn't have time to think, and jumped up like grabbing the last straw.

But in the next moment, he was pulled out of the lake by a hand pulling his head.

Yan Huaiyin knelt on him, pulled the hair from the back of his head, pulled his head out of the lake, and pinched the back of his neck with the other dagger-holding head, and pressed the human head on his shoulder.

In a moment, the dagger changed from right hand to left hand, and the young man swung his wrist soaked in the pool water, and the dagger entered from the back of the guard's neck ruthlessly and precisely, and penetrated completely into his neck.

After the sound of puffing into the flesh, a dagger tip dangling with blood appeared from his throat.

In the last glance of the guard's life, what he saw was the corner of the young man's lips.

Excited, watery, and lingering red.

The world was silent, and when the swaying lotus returned to calm, the person on his shoulders completely died.

Yan Huaiyin let go of the dagger, and with a light push, the corpse on his shoulder shook slightly and fell into the water.

Yan Huaiyin stood up from him, remained silent for a while, and only slightly regained consciousness from the numb side of her body after soaking in the water for a while, before bending over to grab the corpse in the river.

The bright moon hangs high, and in the depths of the beautifully blooming lotus pond, Yan Huaiyin drags the corpse and walks in one direction with ease, causing ripples.

His whole body was wet, and under the cover of layers of lotus flowers, his face was a little paler than the moonlight, except for a few bright red fingerprints on his neck, like the green that broke into a black and white ink painting.

If it wasn't for the corpse being dragged behind him, it would have seemed like a pool full of glistening lotus flowers had turned into essences.

Yan Huaiyin walked in the lotus pond for a stick of incense, and finally reached the end of the lotus pond.

But the pool water at the end is connected with a narrow stream, which meanders and flows into a vermilion palace not far away.

This palace is even more remote than Xianglin Pond in the palace, Yan Huaiyin stood outside and looked at it, but there was no light at all, it looked like it hadn't been lived in for a long time.

Yan Huaiyin stepped into the creek and dragged the corpse to the side entrance of the palace.

Beside the small white jade lion, Yan Huaiyin stretched out his hand and pushed gently, and the secret door that was not very conspicuous opened.

He bent down and entered the small courtyard that was completely quiet.

Entering from his direction is the backyard of the entire palace.

It is impossible for such a large palace to be completely abandoned, but it only maintains the most basic cleaning-to prevent weeds from growing and damaging the building.

The backyard was not big, but Yan Huaiyin dragged the corpse into the courtyard of the deep palace, but he visibly relaxed, as if a soul that had been tense for more than eight years had temporarily found a place to rest.

He didn't check to see if there was anyone in the yard at first glance, but turned his head irresistibly and glanced at the corner of the yard.

Three stone benches surround a small stone table, and a small swing stands beside it.

It seems that how the long wind of time in this world whizzes by, they will never be swallowed up.

Yan Huaiyin's body was wet, he looked at the small swing for a long time, his eyes were moist, there was no smile, but there was some rare softness.

It wasn't until the wind at night dried the water on his eyelashes that he controlled himself to look away.

Emperor Ming Sheng didn't like the queen, and after slaughtering the Yan family in Ningzhou, he drove the helpless queen into the most fringe of the palace, the Weixi Palace like a cold palace.

Empress Yan was ingenious, she took good care of the dilapidated Weixi Palace, and after Princess Le'an was born, she even set up a swing in the backyard with her own hands.

Yan Huaiyin visited most palaces in the palace, and only felt that his mother's palace was better than other places.

Empress Yan also liked the small house in the palace that she arranged very much, so even though Yan Huaiyin gradually came to power, she listened to her mother and did not change her to a better palace.

But Emperor Chengde hated Emperor Ming Sheng's husband and wife to the bone, which concubine lived here would naturally not please Emperor Chengde.

No one wanted to live here, and in addition to the remote location, it gradually fell into disrepair.

Yan Huaiyin dragged the guard's body and walked towards the front hall step by step.

But when the young man stepped into the dark passage leading to the front yard, he stopped in his tracks.

A candlelight appeared in front of Yan Huaiyin.

Then a voice sounded: "Who is it?"