There is an order from the saint to repair the summer mansion and replace the tiles and bricks.

Under this order, exclusive workers came here. In one afternoon, Xia Mansion has changed greatly, although it has not returned to its original appearance, it is very close to the existence in Xia Xiao's memory.

In the evening, the workers are still busy, and tonight the lights will be lit up all night. The door of the house was spacious, but it was extremely crowded at this time, and countless soles of feet stepped back and forth, followed by new windows and peach trees, although they were careful, they still shook off the ground and mixed with the bricks and tiles.

After the newly pulled wisteria corridor, Xia Xiao watched as the peach tree was planted in the backyard. Before my father returned, it was largely renovated and renovated. But what he is worried about now is not the matter of Xia Fu.

There was a small wind behind him, Xia Xiao turned his head slightly to the side, and saw a quiet and pretty girl approaching.

"Wait for the evening...... Let's take a trip. ”

Shu Shuang nodded, knowing what Xia Xiao meant.

This one word makes the evening time extraordinarily long. The sun that sets quickly on weekdays hangs in the air, and it does not return for a long time, so it consumes and wears people's minds. When most of the lights in the imperial capital were extinguished, Xia Xiao showed some impatience and linked his hand prints.

Jumang circled, looking at the scene of Xia Fu, he couldn't help asking:

"Good fellow, is this going to be changed to a paradise?"

Peach wood wards off evil spirits, but ordinary people don't dare to plant it easily, but because Xia Xiao was sick for a long time when he was a child, Xia Mansion planted it. Now it has become a habit, and it is also a good scenery.

"Go to the palace. ”

Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang knelt on one knee on Jumang's back to grasp the balance.

"Fly higher. ”

Ju Mang felt that something was wrong with Xia Xiao today, and so did Shu Shuang. Whether it was through the spirit contract or through the barren pattern, Xia Xiao was not in a happy mood at this time. He was like a pool of cold autumn water, which had rippled for Shu Shuang, and although it did not shake at this time, a hibiscus flower on the shore was about to fall. That sorrow makes the lake even colder.

The higher Jumang flew, the colder Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang became, and they shivered even if it was summer. But in order to avoid the eyes of the strong in the palace, this is the only way.

"Which side?"

Ju Mang mediated in the sky, and he turned his head to look at Xia Xiao who didn't know the way.

"Don't worry, I don't know. ”

"Huh?"

Specially entered the palace late at night, but didn't know the way?

Ju Mang rarely saw Xia Xiao so abrupt, but he stood up on Ju Mang's back and looked at the huge palace city. It was all unexpected for him to see Ji Yunying today, let alone know where she lived. But she should live in the depths, with this vague clue, Xia Xiao looked around, saw a sunny and candlelit courtyard, and said:

"The light on the left is Mingshen Palace. ”

Xia Xiao said, and the sentence fell. When the height of the position was right, Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang jumped off its back and skillfully sealed. In the blink of an eye, Ju Mang returned to the forest, and Xia Xiao and the others also landed, but inadvertently brought a wind around them, which frightened the guards.

Pulling Shu Shuang to hide behind the rockery in the courtyard, Xia Xiao's palm touched the ground.

Wherever plants and trees grow, they can be perceived by the vitality of the wood. Compared to directly using Metaverse Induction, this method is more subtle and effective.

"There are a bit of guards. ”

Xia Xiao looked like a thief, afraid of being discovered. Shu Shuang asked:

"Why don't you just go in?"

"The princess who has not come out of the cabinet is not so easy to see, and even if we go in as a doctor, she will not want to see you. ”

Xia Xiao didn't hide it from Shu Shuang, and told her about seeing Ji Yunying in the library pavilion during the day. I don't know if it's a psychological effect or if it's true, Shu Shuang feels that Xia Xiao is a little impatient with herself today, is it because she is too talkative?

"Let's go!"

Xia Xiao said, rushing into the room like the wind, Shu Shuang was a little anxious, but he still kept up.

The two of them were extremely fast, cutting off the night wind of early summer, and a small hibiscus flower broke away from the branches and fell to the ground.

This early bloom is a messenger sent by the whole clump of hibiscus to see where it blooms and whether it should bloom in the middle of summer. But it floats away, telling everyone that you don't have to wait, you can bloom at will, and you don't have to save the most delicate flowers until midsummer. Because the princess in the room no longer coughs.

"I'm tired, you're finally here. ”

"Go back and rest. ”

"Well, it's hard work. ”

The guards who changed shifts were still far away, and the guards at the door couldn't wait to walk over, which gave Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang a chance. One stop is a day, and no one is iron. If it weren't for the fact that this Janissary armor was like a responsibility, they would have sat crookedly at the door and dozed.

In just one minute, when the shift guards stood in front of the princess's door again, Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang looked at each other, put their index fingers in front of their mouths, and signaled not to make a sound.

In order to make it easier for the maid to take care of the princess, the candles in the room were always burning, and most of them were still halfway, and no one would come in for a while.

It was easier to enter this boudoir than Xia Xiao thought, and the guards didn't check when they heard the wind, who would come to the princess's room? Therefore, when there is wind, there is wind, and it is already windy at night.

The room was unusually simple, which was Xia Xiao's first feeling. There are no calligraphy and paintings on the surrounding walls, and the only two potted plants on the windowsill are still medicinal herbs, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance. If it weren't for the thick stack of books on the desk, if it weren't for the fact that these books were all poetry collections, Xia Xiao wouldn't be sure that Xi Yun would live here.

The room was too quiet, and Ji Yunying didn't cough for a long time.

Against the strangeness, Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang lowered their bodies and squatted beside Ji Yunying's bed. But before they could take the pulse, they frowned together. When they looked at each other, they all saw a hint of panic in each other's eyes, why did they have no breath?

Xia Xiao couldn't help but think of the picture when she walked down the stairs of the library during the day, her emaciated figure was crumbling, as if she was about to fall. Holding out Ji Yunying's hand from the quilt, although it was still a little warm, it always gave Xia Xiao a cold feeling.

Shu Shuang stretched out her hand to take the pulse, and before she closed her eyes and listened carefully, she came to a conclusion and determined the result.

"Xia Xiao ......"

The doctor couldn't see the patient fall in front of his eyes, and that kind of powerlessness and self-blame made Shu Shuang speechless for a moment. But the clouds are lingering, and they are gone!

Inside the tulle bed, a pale-faced woman left the world peacefully. The poems in the book all have full stops, some are very short, only a few numbers, and her life is the same. But she never thought that at the end of her life, Xia Xiao would stand beside her, bowing her head in silence.

The candlelight dimmed, and Shu Shuang put the little hand back into the quilt.

"Let's go. ”

Xia Xiao opened the window on the side, and when Shu Shuang came over, he glanced at the bed tent. Then he raised his hands helplessly, preparing to seal the seal, but forgot how to cast the mudra.

The brain was a little blank, and Xia Xiao, who was used to seeing death, trembled at this time, and his nose was sour. But soon, the footsteps of the maid were heard outside the door, and he was not given time to grieve. The maids came regularly to check on the princess's condition. Half an hour ago, Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang were still in the air, and they left, as skilled as they came at this time.

"Xia Xiao?"

Shu Shuang bit her lip, pulled Xia Xiao out of the window, and then closed it. He hesitated for a moment, but his hands were sealed. After Ju Mang appeared, he left with Shu Shuang.

Ju Mang flew into the deep blue sky, like a big bird, and in the wind, a drop of crystal clear water floated to the window in front of it.

Condescendingly, you can see that the dormitory is lit up. The incomparably tall saint in the eyes of the Great Xia people was like a small black dot pointed out by a brush, rushing out in a hurry and heading in the direction where Xia Xiao came.

Xia Xiao was getting farther and farther away from the palace, but the saint came to the outside of the princess's room.

The hibiscus flowers in front of the door had fallen, but Yi Yi didn't have time to look at them. He walked into the room, the imperial doctor knelt, the maid knelt, the little eunuch also knelt, everyone did not squeak, and it was silent as if half the country was gone. Maybe when he left, it was also this scene, and Ji Yi could probably think of it. With a heavy heart, he sat down on the edge of the bed without saying a word.

After opening the bed tent, it was a miserable little white face like ashes.

After sitting for a long time, Ji Yi, who was holding Ji Yunying's little hand, had a weak voice and said:

"Let's all go down. ”

People can't live when they die, so they don't need to toss these doctors anymore.

With a sigh, Ji Yi breathed a sigh of relief. Most of his memories are still in his childhood, since he became a saint, although he is in the same palace as Ji Yunying, it is like a separation between the two places. How can there be a brother to accompany the little sister and still have to calculate on time? But when Ji Yi was growing up, Ji Yunying also suffered the corresponding loneliness and pain.

"Perhaps, it's also a relief. ”

Yi comforted herself. When Ji Yun lingered, he always had an out of breath, and he was out of breath after walking a few steps, and he was weak, and now he was leaving this heavy world and looking for his father and mother.

When the wick of the candle could not be picked again, the maid replaced it with a new one. Below, Father-in-law Mu was rickety, holding a book of poems, and stepped forward.

The collection of poems is nameless, and after opening it, there is only the word Xia Xiao on it. The handwriting is neat, and the strokes are extremely clear, this is the word of Ji Yunying!

"This book of poems, as the princess wishes, give it to Xia Xiao?"

Ji Yi hesitated, now that Ji Yun is not here, it is useless to give it to Xia Xiao, it will only increase his troubles. If he were an ordinary person, he would never let his sister suffer such grievances, but helplessly, he was the king of this Great Xia Xia!

"Don't send it, let's go with Ying'er. ”

The word Xia Xiao is not complicated, but it is this name that interprets Xi Yunying's half of his life. When I was a child, I was ignorant, but when I was a teenager, I had the object of admiration in my heart, even if the other party was in adversity, Ji Yunying was still waiting. She wrote this book for four years, with a total of hundreds of poems, all of which are related to Xia Xiao.

Open it, there is a copy of the catalog.

If it weren't for the content of these poems, Yi Yiding would not have believed that they were written by Ying'er. Because the artistic conception is clear, the rhetoric is accurate, and it has the style of a master, which is not at all like what a girl wrote. But there are some flaws in this collection of poems, such as the last page is empty, such as the lack of a name.

Putting it in Ji Yunying's arms, Ji Yi, who had just fallen asleep for less than an hour, threw himself at Grandpa Mu with bloodshot eyes.

"Gao Mu, prepare to bury Ying'er tomorrow, no need to spread the news. ”

The princess of a country was buried quietly directly, which was a little abrupt, but Ji Yunying didn't like to be noisy.

"Yes, Holy One. ”

Father-in-law Mu hunched his waist, his old face was full of pain, and he was about to go out, when Ji Yi said again:

"Bring the hibiscus of the whole city into the palace. ”

Father-in-law Mu nodded, he will let the bright red hibiscus flowers bloom all over the princess's resting place. It's just a pity that this year's flowers are gone, and they can bloom again next year. It's just that this person is gone forever.

Thinking of the past, this lovely princess also grabbed her sleeve and called herself Grandpa Mu.

In the corridor, Gao Mu, who sent away two generations of emperors, wiped away his tears, and it was his white-haired person who sent the black-haired person again!