The most chilly thing is melting, as warm as the season of three springs, but Qiu You is bleak and lifeless.

I looked at the sky, looked down at myself, and sighed - why did things turn out the way they were?

Why is it that the ultimate outcome of something beautiful is to destroy it for others to see?

So what about me, what am I doing wrong?

There are such questions every day, but I can't find the answer, I can only occasionally look at the sky, and then look at Fu Ji who is lying on the bed with his eyes closed, he is the quietest when he sleeps, unlike I still like to snatch people's quilts, I still laughed at him at that time.

But now, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter whose fault it is;

Now I am the same as Fu Ji;

It's been a long time since we've really laughed and laughed once.

Especially me.

To tell the truth, no matter what the person is, the scenery of Qiu You is still as good as in the past, and you can only spend time in the morning and flowers, and only eliminate the spring day by day, which is what you are talking about.

It is also the life that Changyun and Deng Fuzi want me to live.

Before that, I had never been so far away from Shangjing and went to such a far place, just to be with the people I liked.

Even if Fu Ji calculated me, he was wary of me.

But if you really have to think about the long and short, it's not without a good time.

It's just too short..............

I can't remember when it started, I was joking with Fu Ji the year before, saying that I came to enjoy the flowers in spring and went to brush the wheat grass in autumn, since I am not the emperor, then the past will be written off, and we will live together in the future.

But misfortune always happened very suddenly, almost without warning, and Fu Ji's body ushered in decay.

It simply doesn't make sense.

I thought he would get better, and then we would continue to stumble, bickering before bedtime, watching the sunset from the top of the hill, and I had scavenged a lot of leather from the guards, and was about to make him a fox fur, and a lot of knee-warmers;

I've read it, and it is said in the book that such a day is called ten thousand fireworks, and relying on each other to live a life is much more enjoyable than life in the palace.

Most of what is said in the book is true.

But no one told me that it would not last long, and that it would end so soon.

It's not that I haven't thought about it, maybe this is God telling me that my relationship with Fu Ji is over;

I'm always getting it alone, losing it again, and when I get used to it, I can't force anything.

In fact, I have always been very concerned about Fu Ji's situation, and I don't even care about the people around me who have always served him, but I lose because of my unreserved trust in Fu Ji, if he wants to hide anything from me, I can only be stupidly kept in the dark and stupidly lettered.

He always treated me like this, as if he still regarded me as the girl who had just entered the East Palace, and on the wedding night, he also dropped a bunch of grapes from his sleeve.

I remember that day, it was still a calm day, no different from a peaceful day;

When I was a child, I heard the nurse say that a person's body should make up for more yang-qi, and to step on the ground, head to the sky, and the whole body is covered in the sun, which is the best.

The sky was also very blue that day, but Fu Ji's face was not good, he had been sullen, and he seemed to be enduring something.

It wasn't until he turned around and coughed that a veil fell out of front of me.

Soap blue, the corners are embroidered with three or two clusters of pines and cypresses, look at the satin should be the style of the early years of the Xianyuan Dynasty, the pines and cypresses on the top are embroidered equal to white embroidery, except for me, I am afraid that no one has such a clumsy embroiderer.

Although the color of the veil was a little whitish and old-fashioned, it was still clean and tidy.

Only a touch of red in it is particularly dazzling.

The red color was so obvious that I felt like my heart was stabbed and my eyes began to glaze.

Fu Ji reacted quickly and received it quickly.

He is a suspicious and sensitive man by nature, how can he not know that I have seen it?

But in the end, he still coaxed me in turn, lying to me that it was just a trivial matter, and the doctor said that his health had improved, but it was just an occasional cough, and if the cough was more urgent, it would bring out a string or two of blood, which was actually not a big problem.

He told me not to be nervous and not to take it to heart.

What he said was so true, his eyes were clear, the corners of his lips were curved, and he didn't hesitate at all, so I really thought it was just occasional, and when I boiled him more pear soup and made up for it for a few more days, maybe his cough would be cured.

Then I saw the second time, the third time.

The red blood began to appear more and more often.

By now, Fu Ji has become weaker and weaker, and when he is awake, he will only pinch my hand, and he will not let go until it hurts.

I had to accept the reality.

The reality is that the days when I am very likely to stay with Fu Ji have finally changed from positive to countdown.

It can be seen that after living for so many years, nothing has ever been able to last long in my hands, including people.

I'm not destined to get anything.

No matter how bad it is, I still have to continue to drink medicine, I don't listen to anyone this time, one person basically monopolizes the work done by everyone around Fu Ji before, and he no longer refuses to get up from bed, nor does he deliberately throw everything to Ah Bao to do, I always think, but whenever Fu Ji wakes up, the first person he sees is good if it is me.

After all, if he doesn't change his selfishness, I think he may be in a good mood when he sees me, and he can get better soon.

The bitter liquid is fried every day, and it is poured every day, like running water. Sometimes Fu Ji will drink two more sips when he is in a better mood, sometimes he can't wake up no matter how he shouts, so I can only helplessly put it aside, watching it go from bubbling white to completely cooling, every time the medicine is completely cool, someone will take the medicine away, and then replace it with a new one, and the cycle repeats, but the ending is still the same, and still no one will drink it.

I could often smell a smell of corruption, and even the flowers and leaves around me began to become depressed, and then I poured so much medicine that I didn't even bloom at all.

It's not that I haven't asked the doctor, but Old Man Liu is hesitant, and if he is in a hurry, he will only say a word, the medicine stone will not be saved, and he will not be able to return to the sky, if he wants Fu Ji to get better, unless the gods in the sky come to save him, ordinary people like him can't save it.

I said how could this be possible, Fu Ji's body only said that it had improved a little last time, and at this time he actually began to vomit blood, which is not normal at all.

I said that it must be you, a quack, who prescribed the wrong medicine, you should go and prescribe some again, and I will not blame you for curing him, otherwise I will pull off all your beard in one go.

I thought Old Man Liu would blow his beard and stare at me and quarrel with me.

That means that Fu Ji still has hope of being cured.

But Old Man Liu didn't quarrel with me, nor did he pretend to be profound as before, he just apologized and told me very bluntly that he really had no way at all.

Fu Ji often has nightmares, his heart and lungs have long been bad to the point that they can't be cured, sometimes he can't sleep well all night, and he has to use some calming herbs to fall asleep, even if he uses decoction, it is just a good day and a bad day to hang, it is no longer a question of whether it can be cured.

What is the use of me coming, but to stop his boring life from going on, just to accompany him.

I'm really useless.

It is said that the medicine is also drunk, and the people are also refreshed, but in the final analysis, it is just an empty shell, and the role of taking good medicine and filling it with ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum is also a drop in the bucket.

In layman's terms, this man is already waiting for death.

I knew what I knew early in the morning, but I was reluctant to accept my fate, or I had time to push Fu Ji out to bask in the sun, so that he could pick up more people, although he knew that no matter how much he did, it was useless, but Fu Ji was very willing to cooperate, but if he was not weak and couldn't get up, he would always accompany me to go out for a walk, holding the piece in his hand that I don't know if it was left from the East Palace, or the handkerchief left in the Zhaosheng Palace, as if it was a rare treasure, and I was always reluctant to put it down.

I don't even remember the Year of the Monkey, but he still remembers.

What's even more infuriating is that I can't even remember it at all.

We both indulge in the past in the same way, and Fu Ji is especially so.

He may have thought that I did not know, after all, the symptoms were not obvious at first, so if I had not seen the blood on the veil, he turned suspicious, and he might have been able to hide it.

As long as Fu Ji wants to, he can do it.

He's always been like this~

But then it didn't work.

He was in a coma for longer and longer, and that Po would wander in front of me from time to time, saying that she was the one who knew best how to serve Fu Ji, and that there was no need for me, a delicate master who couldn't do anything, to worry about it.

I have heard too many provocative words, and it is also very boring, I am fully focused on Fu Ji at the moment, and I don't want to trouble anyone;

In the past, I would have talked to her for a few words, but now, she can stay if she likes, and I just ignore her.

Probably annoyed by my ignorance, Po came in and out more and more frequently, and every time I had to leave for a while to serve medicine for Fu Ji, she would come to her, muttering in her mouth, even if she got closer, she couldn't hear clearly.

I have secretly observed her a few times, and it can be said that except for being a little abnormal in front of Fu Ji, Ah Bao is still no different from usual.

She's just getting weirder.

It seems that good things are always on point, but bad things are one after another, and just when you think the biggest difficulty is already in front of you, there is already a bigger row behind you, which makes people despair.

I thought this sentence was just a complaint from the ancients, or those people who were unhappy in life were worrying about the sky, because in my eyes, nothing is more important than Fu Ji and Chang Yun, and now that Chang Yun is taken care of by Master Deng, then I just need to take care of Fu Ji.

But when I saw that familiar figure, I was a little desperate.