Qing Yu had already understood what was going on during Qing Li's coma, and he narrowed his eyes and said, "You have a good rest first, don't think too much, take care of your body is the most important thing." ”

Qingli bent the corners of her mouth and said softly, "Okay." ”

She supported the silk mattress with her arms, and wanted to get up, so she raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't get up, it's getting late, let's rest." ”

Qingli's arm loosened, and she lay flat on top of the collapse again.

Qingyou turned around and wanted to leave, but paused again, as if she was afraid that Qingli would do the same thing later.

He turned back to Qingli and said: "Don't be so reckless next time, you can't teach Nan Ling anything, you chose to be in the palace, and in the end you made yourself look like this." ”

Qingli's head turned to Qingyu's side, her eyes looked at him, and she replied sullenly, "Hmm." ”

She knew that Qingyou cared about her, so she said this, but Nan Ling had always been accompanied by Nan Yanguo's guards, and it was not easy to teach her to avenge her eldest brother, so she was reluctant to let go of today's opportunity.

Qingyou seemed to feel that her tone might be a little heavy, and added, "You have not been in good health since you were a child, and you have damaged your body in order to teach Nan Ling a lesson, and you will not taste the loss." ”

Qingli's eyes looked into the distance through the tranquility, and her sandalwood mouth opened lightly, and replied: "I know, not next time." ”

Qingyou finally turned his head, his eyes looked at Xiao Yue, and said with some seriousness in his tone: "Take good care of the princess and let her drink the medicine on time." ”

Xiao Yue's face was bitter, and she said secretly, supervising the princess to take medicine is really an anxious and difficult task.

The princess has always disliked decoction, and regarded decoction as a beast of prey, and the princess has always asked the imperial doctor to make bitter medicine into pills for her to swallow.

This time, because the princess's illness spread to her heart, Imperial Doctor Zhang specially prescribed a decoction for the princess to dilute the manic depression in the princess's heart.

If the princess had learned that she was going to drink the unsightly, bitter-smelling decoction all the time, she would not have done it, but she did not expect that this thankless drudgery would fall on her head.

Although Xiao Yue's heart turned back and forth, she still didn't dare to disobey Qingyou, she lowered her head, bent down slightly and replied: "Yes, His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

After explaining everything, Qingyou said to Qingli again: "I'll go first, you have to take care of your body." ”

Before Qing Li could reply, the quiet clothes swayed with his steps, and he left by moonlight.

Out of Qingli's dormitory, Qingyou looked up at the boundless starry sky, the night was as cold as water, penetrating from his body into his heart and lungs.

The hedges on the side of the road swayed with the flowers in the wind, and their coarse tones made people irritated.

Qingli's mind is far away, and in order to deal with the Prime Minister's Mansion, the father and the emperor favor the ministers, and now the corrupt officials and corrupt officials are harming the people, and the people are not happy.

Even the capital is constantly mourning, sometimes there are dignitaries, relatives of the emperor and the country, oppressing the people, robbing the people's daughters, officials and officials are each other, and the people have grievances.

Lots of ordinary people live on the streets, homeless.

In order to solve this problem, it is necessary to remove those officials who are not in charge of real governance, but this is not an easy task.

Qingyou raised her hand and rubbed the corners of her forehead, followed the lamp of the small house in front of her, stepped on the granite path, passed the Begonia Garden, listened to the sound of gurgling water, and arrived at the Colorful Lotus Pond.

He looked vaguely at the outline of his dormitory by the faint light of the stars and moon, and the builder who built the prince's mansion for him was not only his subordinates, but also his friends.

The man was in good health, but he had died in a fortification a few years earlier, and I still remember drinking with him the night before the man's accident.

His mother also left because she could not bear the ruthlessness and persecution of his father.

Qingyou sighed, human life is really extremely fragile, Qingli has always been in poor health, even if she has been covering it up, but how could he, as an elder brother who has grown up with her, not know her physical condition.

He just didn't know it at all, he wanted her to be the happy princess she used to be, without so much sorrow, everything was carried by the queen mother and him for her, but the deceased was gone, and the queen mother could not come back.

Qingli can't go back. The sorrow between her brows never dissipated, and he was afraid that his only sister would be worried, and he would follow his mother.

Quiet and accompanied by the miserable moonlight, he finally arrived at his dormitory.

Qing Yu ordered someone to call some hot water, he took off his dark robe, and soaked himself in the steaming water to relieve his depression.

Qingyou has been wearing dark clothes recently, because in his heart, Xuan can devour everything, and can also contain everything, he wants to devour the darkness around him and keep the people he cherishes.

Qingyu dried her body with a silk bath towel. Putting on a robe, he walked towards his crimson wooden bed.

The golden silk curtain beside the bed is like the water waves, rippling back and forth, and there is a red thin rope resting in front of the bed, and a Jin Ling is tied at one end of the rope.

If at night, when you want to eat something, or think of some unfinished official business, or can't sleep and want to read some books, you only need to gently pull this string, and the copper bell will make a crisp sound, summoning the palace people who keep vigil.

Qingyou opened the bed and lay down on the soft brocade couch.

At this moment, the faint fireflies that were active at night seemed to be disgusted that the light of the stars was too dim to be illuminated by the darkness of the world, and they ran out angrily, emitting light with their bodies, and one by one the fluttering fireflies flew on the flowers, adding a sense of illusion to the already red flowers.

There were also a few jealous fireflies, as if they didn't like the beauty of the flowers, and they left behind their large army of fireflies and flew straight to the river pond to play in the water, causing ripples on the calm water.

The next day, the morning sun struggled through the layers of clouds and mist, expelled the coolness of the morning, brought golden warmth, scorched the morning dew, and left the dazzling light, making the only beauty in the water-colored sky.

Under the light of the pale white light, the glazed crystal ornaments reflect the bright shadows of the spots, which are reflected on the wall and the wooden floor.

Qingli combed her hair in a cloud bun, with a phoenix winged vermilion hairpin on the left side of the bun, a pale gold hairpin inserted in the lower right, and a layered narcissus tassel skirt tied with some white glittering pearls on the skirt.

She was at the mahogany table, her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes were melancholy looking at the small white porcelain bowl, which contained a dark brown decoction that exuded a strong bitter taste, and the bitter smell wandered freely in the clear room with the heat in the bowl.

Qingli frowned, she really didn't have the courage to drink it, she just smelled the bitter smell, and she wanted to gause.

Xiao Yue, who was standing beside Qing Li, comforted Qing Li bitterly.