Yuwen Jingtai pounced on the deceased Empress Murong and cried so badly, and the always solemn Northern Emperor Yuwen Lingyong was also quite sad, and let out a long sigh, he leaned over to pull Yuwen Jingtai, "Tai'er Mo is going to cry, your queen mother is so sad to see you, and she is not at ease when she leaves." Stroking his hand and wiping the moistness from the corners of his eyes, Yuwen Lingyong cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "A few days ago, the Tai Hospital came to invite Ping'an Pulse and said that your mother's body is strong and strong, and her daily diet is also beneficial, so it is okay to come to your body." But who knew that her illness came so quickly, that is, there was no warning at all. ”

Turning his eyes, Yuwen Lingyong squinted his eyes to look at the straight woman lying in the tent of Hongling Baoluo, the cold in his eyes was fleeting, like the ice and snow blown off by the wind on the cliff of the peak in winter.

"Father, the emperor's mother is gone, and the emperor has no mother since then. Rubbing his red eyes, Yuwen Jingtai raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Yuwen Lingyong beside him, his expression was very desolate.

He wore the lake blue embroidered gold silk thread Rui beast pattern collared brocade robe was pressed folds, he ignored it, only reached out and tightly held the moon-white gourd-shaped purse on the jade belt, the purse is small and elegant, decorated with transparent beads from the Southern Ying Kingdom, this purse was sewn by the queen mother herself before her death, speaking of which there are many excellent embroidery girls in the palace, that is, the Chu Mama of the Jiaofang Palace also topped several Shu Niang, how can a purse be used by the queen mother herself, but the queen mother did not listen to the persuasion, it was made for herself with a needle and a thread.

His mother is the best mother in the world, the most gentle and loving.

is that she is lazy and refuses to practice calligraphy, and she is only good at persuasion, and never scolds her. Unlike his father, he always has a cold face on weekdays. Depending on whether he did well or not, Han Daru praised himself in front of the emperor, and his father did not have any words, and a cold and indifferent 'Mo Jiao Mo was impatient' and sent him away. And from childhood to adulthood, even if she has four or five personal grandmothers and dozens of palace people to serve in front of her, the queen mother is still doing everything for herself, as the mother of a country, she always bows to everything, this inner palace, which does not praise her, the queen mother is benevolent and kind, even if it is the prince and princess of the harem concubines, she also loves it tightly!

Recalling carefully, facing the queen mother whose face gradually stiffened on the bed, Yuwen Jingtai wept sadly again.

It's hard to accept it.

The queen mother, who was fine in the morning, is now lying straight in front of her. didn't say a word to himself, just lying in the golden hibiscus auspicious cloud quilt with a sallow face, letting his throat cry hoarse, and letting his heart feel unbearable.

She just lay silently.

The eyebrows were slightly together, Yuwen Lingyong reached out to pat Yuwen Jingtai, who was lying on the edge of the bed crying, staring at his dark eyes, he glanced at the curtain tent with a heavy gaze, and his eyes were colder than dry snow.

Straightening his sour waist, Yuwen Lingyong stepped out of the hexagonal screen of the golden bottle inviting the moon.

The slightest cold ambergris passed by, and the hearts of the people lying on the ground breathed a sigh of relief, kneeling in the Buddha's hand fight a few times The woman in the blue gray palace dress trembled, lowered her eyebrows and looked everywhere, half-bent her body She crawled neatly to Yuwen Jingtai, shook her hands, and was about to move the corners of her lips, when she saw Yang Neijian in a jet-black palace robe coming from the spring flowers in the north corner, her sharp eyes scratched her, and then leaned over to Yuwen Jingtai, and said very respectfully: " His Royal Highness, passing on His Majesty's dictation, the palace maids of the Jiaofang Palace were not strict and insensitive in their actions, so they delayed the opportunity for the queen's mother's question, so they immediately went to the Huanyi Bureau to do rough work, and they were not allowed to come out without a purpose. ”

As soon as these words came out, all the palace people who knelt on the hand softened.

The maid in the blue gray palace was the first to turn white, and with a bitter face, she lowered her body and threw herself on the ground, her heart as if she was fried.

Going to the Huanyi Bureau to do rough work, she never thought of it.

It is in this noble and boundless Jiaofang Palace, she has never done rough work, she is the same as Mama Chu, she is a close-up first-class palace maid brought by the queen mother from the house, she didn't expect to be fortunate to become a noble person by the Northern Emperor, she wants to rely on the queen's phoenix, she can also have a little face to live in this palace, I don't want to, her fate is so miserable.

Seeing that everyone got up dejectedly and was about to go with Yang Neijian, the woman in the blue gray palace bit her lower lip, and slammed into the feet of Yuwen Jingtai, who looked sluggish, half-lying on her stomach, she cried sadly, "Your Highness, please intercede for the slave maid, the slave maid doesn't want to go to the Huanyi Bureau, she just wants to serve around His Highness, Your Highness..."

"Pull it away! Hurry up!" Yang Neijian looked cold, and ordered a few small eunuchs behind him with a whisk of dust, but he came by the will of the superiors, if the errand was unfavorable, his immediate boss Wang Eunuch would not eat him!

The two little eunuchs stepped forward with the maids in the blue gray palace clothes, but her strength was too strong, that is, the two of them couldn't drag her left and right, Yang Neijian was so angry that he almost vomited blood, this slave of the Jiaofang Palace was really favored by the queen, a little slave was so ignorant, thinking, Yang Neijian looked at Yuwen Jingtai, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a confused expression, and saw that he was out of the fairy, so he slapped the round slap and hit the withered maid on the ground, suppressing his anger, he lowered his voice and said: "Okay, you don't know what to do!" You dare to make a loud noise here to provoke the tranquility of the mother, who gave you the courage? You dare to disobey the will of the saint, you are afraid that nine heads are not enough to cut off, right?"

The maid burst into tears, stretched out her hand to cover the five finger prints on her face, and groaned in a low voice, "Your Highness, Your Highness, Niangniang, Niangniang....."

"Let's go!" Yang Neijian scolded in a sharp voice, not caring about Yuwen Jingtai's face as a prince.

"Aunt Qingdai..."Suddenly, Yuwen Jingtai pulled the jade pendant and raised his face, and faintly opened his mouth to call the extremely depressed woman in the blue gray palace costume, and the group of people were walking towards the covered bridge at the west side hall with low eyebrows and low eyes, where could they still hear his call! Stretching out his hand to cover his face, Yuwen Jingtai tore off the fish white hairpin hat on his head, trembling and kneeling on the edge of the bed.

Through the tulle of the Baoluo curtain, Yuwen Jingtai reached out to touch the cold and piercing fingertips of the woman on the bed, and crystal tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, "Queen Mother, the emperor misses you so much, Queen Mother..."

At this moment, only their mother and son are left in the Jiaofang Palace.

The surroundings were silent, and the unbridled cold wind penetrated in, blowing Yuwen Jingtai's bones cold.

As soon as the queen mother died, this pepper house hall became a deserted palace.

It's sad to think about!

-

After two days' work, the news of the death of Queen Beiyi spread throughout Kyoto, and everyone sighed, the queen was in her prime, how could she suddenly have such a dangerous emergency!

Manluo helped Fu Liluo to lie down on the thin satin autumn smoke wax Qin Yun couch, stuffed a silver thread moon pattern pillow behind her, Qiu Tang came in with a lacquered wooden plate, handed the shallow white porcelain blue bottom of the deep bowl to the manberry, and then bowed down on the low stool with rich and rich clouds on the side, raised his eyebrows and said: " Miss, you are not good on your own body, according to the slave maid, you don't need to go to the Hou Mansion for a clinic today, the weather is getting colder, it rained all night last night, it is very cold outside, you have to take care of your own body, you look at the queen mother, I heard that her body is the most robust, this good person, say no, it is gone. ”

Manluo handed the white porcelain soup spoon to Fu Liluo's palm, and also gasped and echoed: "Yes, what Qiu Tang said is very true, Miss Xuanyuan San is okay if she doesn't go to Nahou Mansion for a day, it's better to take care of yourself, don't be like the queen who cares about her own life." ”

Talking unintentionally, listening with heart.

Squinting at the steaming medicinal porridge in the porcelain bowl, Fu Liluo thought about it unconsciously.

It's also a pity to say that Queen Murong is still young, how could she suddenly have such an emergency!

Heart palpitations and blood loss death, at first glance, very shocking!

According to the records of ancient medical books such as "Finding Prescriptions" and "Miscellaneous Medical Records", palpitations are more common in the year of Ershun, and most of them occur in autumn and winter.

Fu Liluo couldn't help but remember that when she entered the palace a few days ago, the queen's Fengluan honor guard passed by her, although she lowered her eyes, but with a casual glance, she also saw Queen Murong's Fengyi Qingzi, she looked peaceful, her face was slightly ruddy, and she couldn't see that she was a sick person at all.

It's really bizarre to think about the sudden illness and death!

The white and smooth plain hand tightened the green gauze shawl on the shoulder, Fu Li Luo silently buried his head in eating medicinal porridge, that day suddenly heard the horn on the "cloth startling platform" sounded, she was confused for a while, stunned and stagnant in the carved window under the tuyere for a long time, the next day, she began to be top-heavy, fortunately she was quite proficient in some medical skills, from the "Holy Name Garden" in the south of the hospital to take some licorice stock, and instructed Zhiye to boil the medicinal food to send it to take.

After eating the second mate, my body is also a little smoother!

"Miss, the master also said, Miss is not in good health, don't go out for a clinic today, and it doesn't matter if you go to Miss Xuanyuan once less. Manluo paced to the window, took the window lattice, put down the cloud blue curtain, tore off the white plum colorful dark pattern blanket from the screen of the lady's hairpin, and covered Fu Liluo's knees, and frowned: "Miss just listen to the advice of the slaves and maids, and take care of your own body." ”

Putting the porcelain bowl on the incense case next to the couch, Fu Li Luo frowned and looked at the little maid sitting on the rich and splendid ebony chair, his eyes turned, and he looked at the small incense burner with white smoke from the white smoke of the Shuanglong spit beads on the glass bucket case in front of him, and suddenly said: "I know my own body, you don't have to worry." An emergency like the queen's mother, without warning, is unusual. ”