"The peach is dying, scorching its bloom. The son is home, and it is appropriate for his family to ......"

The palm of his palm, which was as white as jade, was covered with brown-black, rough bark, rubbing, allowing the unevenness on the trunk to hurt his palm. The woman whispered the song "Tao Yao", describing what the person used to be.

It was in this peach forest that the man's smile was as bright as a peach blossom, and the figure of the young Xiujun slowly walked towards him. She showed her face to herself, bared her teeth, and at that moment, the falling flowers were colorful, and the peach blossoms of the trees fell on her dazzling red brocade robe, so the redder the redder, the more glamorous.

That's just it, it's not enough.

She winked at herself again, and suddenly a lovely pink peach blossom appeared in front of her eyes, as if it was a surprise falling from the sky.

"Qingqing, when you grow up, be my wife, okay?"

At that time, I had already studied "Three Hundred Poems" with my master, and naturally knew the song "Taoyao" to congratulate the bride. Twelve or thirteen-year-old girls, even if they are well-read, are shy after all in this situation. So his face was instantly redder than the man's red robe, and he fled.

The man panicked, flashed in front of him, blocked the way, and had a panicked look on his face: "Qingqing, you ...... Are you angry? ”

At that time, his face was flushed, he bit his lip, and he was ashamed, and he was worried about whether the person would be sick with hot sweat.

Seeing that he was silent, the man became even more anxious, and suddenly hugged himself into his arms: "Qingqing, it's okay for you to beat me and scold me, as long as you don't get angry, I'm angry, I'm ...... I'm going to be distressed......"

The thoughts of children are the most difficult to understand.

She inexplicably surged with sourness and grievances, and she tightened her budding body, but the teardrops were pairs and strings of wet her red robe, leaving spots and red marks, just like the peach branch that the person couldn't let go of in a panic, squeezed on his plain skirt, and became a drop of blood and tears.

In the cold wind, Jing Yan felt an itch on his cheeks. She knew it was the wind trying to dry the tears from her eyes.

She didn't care about the tears, let alone the wind, she just stared at the dead branches in front of her, and murmured: "Are you complaining about me?" You blame me, this peach forest has turned into dead branches...... You should blame me...... Ten years, ten years, I didn't have the courage to come here...... But today, I'm finally qualified...... You have a spirit in heaven, can you see it? ”

She is obsessed with her own world, but she is anxious for others.

"How can the master be dressed so thinly?" Shimo muttered secretly. She had tried to put on winter clothes for Jing Yan twice before, but Jing Yan refused, and she was still stubbornly wearing the old clothes of Hongmei Aoxue.

Bingbi was also anxious, but she grew up with Jing Yan, and she knew more clearly what Jing Yan was thinking at the moment: "Non-attack" returned to the Great Zhou, the female assassin of the year was dead, and the revenge of the first emperor was avenged, so the queen mother had the courage to come to this Sichen Hall to pay tribute to the heroic soul of the first emperor.

After all, this is the place where the two first fell in love.

The two of them go all the way, how they are childhood sweethearts, how they get along with each other, and how they part, and how they live and die, Bingbi can see it most clearly. She stared at Jing Yan's increasingly thin back, and she also felt sad.

"Manager Wei," Bingbi quietly approached Wei Qin, who was standing silently behind, and lowered his voice, "Look, the master is like this, how can we persuade him?" ”

Wei Qin was still calm and light, and said gently: "Girl, relax, the old decay has been properly settled." ”

The Queen Mother is still crying at the dead branches of the peach tree in the cold wind, where did she deal with it? Where's the right thing?

Bingbi couldn't help but slander.

Without allowing her to think about it, Xiao Xiao's voice came from Jing Yan's voice: "Serve Mo, prepare for the sacrifice!" Hold the pen, burn incense! ”

“…… Floating Ruosi, suddenly pale. Leaving the traces of old tears, still dyed with shark silk...... Residual cold and sick wine, look at Zhu Chengbi. The old garden is peachy, and the mourning is ......"

Jing Yan's mournful and sad voice, like crying and complaining, hovered low in the peach forest of dead branches and leaves in the middle of winter in Sichen Palace. The wind is swaying, the snow is relative, not only the people present, but even the heaven and the earth seem to be infected by the sadness and desolation in her sacrifice. At this moment, heaven and earth mourn together.

Bingbi gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and Shi Mo forcibly suppressed the sound of sobbing, even Wei Qin was no longer indifferent, and his eyes were red and he sighed.

The writing is neat and elegant, but Jing Yan is crying blood. Sentence by sentence, she looked at the old people in the sky, and the scenes in her mind were drawn through the past, and her heart ached.

She looked at this peach forest, and she touched every peach tree that the person in her impression had picked peach blossoms for her, and her voice became more and more trembling and hoarse.

“…… Alack! Ten years of life and death, Huangquan is blue. The emperor and the queen of the earth, where are the people! ”

As soon as the word "in" came out, Jing Yan only felt a fishy sweetness surging up in his throat.

Poof――

The black-purple blood stains soaked the snow in front of him.

All the senses were running away from her in a hurry. All of them instantly became vague and ignorant.

She heard the maid's exclamation, she saw the dead branches of the peach forest flying in front of her, and she felt the snow and ice slipping under her feet...... However, these are all like coming from another world, and there seem to be many layers of veils between her and that world, which cannot be worn or seen.

Her delicate body floated helplessly in the wind, like the peach blossoms beside the man that year.

Is it like this, floating, to be able to float to that person's side, to that person's arms?

Jing Yan fantasized like this, and the corners of his lips actually hooked up a relieved smile.

So, that's good......

Suddenly, she felt her body fall to the ground.

If it is not a ground of ice and snow, how can ice and snow have such a warm temperature?

It's not a hard stone, how can a stone have such a soft touch...... And a refreshing breath?

Breath......

Jing Yan was frightened by the familiar smell of wood. She changed color suddenly, and with the last trace of clarity, she opened her eyes with all her might-

In front of him, it was Yu Wenrui's tear-wet face.

Hassle-free ...... Crying?

Who is it that makes you cry?

Jing Yan's heart was colic again, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the plain robe on Yu Wenrui's chest.

Kuntai Palace.

"How's it going?" Yu Wenrui's face was gloomy, his voice was hoarse, and when he saw Shi Ran let go of Jing Yan's wrist vein, he couldn't help but get closer to the bed.

But the person on the bed closed his eyes tightly, and his lips were bloodless, and he didn't know how worried she was.

Shi Ran let out a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, the Queen Mother took the medicine on time a few days ago, and the phoenix body can still support it, otherwise...... The consequences are unimaginable! ”

Yu Wenrui's lips pursed into the word "one" and reprimanded: "How do you serve!" In such weather, the Queen Mother has just recovered from her illness, and she is still so remote in Sichen Hall because she is so thinly dressed......"

Speaking of that place, she couldn't say it herself.

Bingbi and Shimo also felt aggrieved, and they felt even more sorry for the Queen Mother, so they had to kneel down and kowtow to ask for guilt.

Shi Ran sighed and said, "Don't embarrass them!" You also know the queen mother's temperament......"

Yu Wenrui was silent. When she got the news of Wei Qin and hurried to the Sichen Palace, the scene in front of her not only stunned her, but also made her sad-

Sister-in-law is still thinking about the first emperor!

No wonder I saw "Non-Attack" yesterday and heard the news of Sister Xiaoba, and my sister-in-law said "good". It turned out that he had the intention of paying tribute to the first emperor! Or go to the memorial with yourself on your back!

Could it be that I, Yu Wenrui, have become an obstacle for you and the first emperor to catch up?!

Yu Wenrui stared at the "non-attack" on the table with indignation, and there were a few blood stains splashed on the quaint scabbard. At this moment, she hated this sword, and hated it immensely. In her eyes, this is no longer the one that accompanied Emperor Gaozu to conquer the world in the past, but a sacrifice - the sacrifice of the first emperor and his sister-in-law.

Will one day become such a sacrifice yourself? Saving zài, just to commemorate their feelings separated by yin and yang?

"Majesty? Majesty xià...... "Shi Ran's voice came from his ears.

Yu Wenrui shook his head, "What did Shi Aiqing just say?" ”

Shi Ran sighed silently and said slowly: "The minister just said that the matter of the sleeping heart grass should be paid attention to. ”

Yu Wenrui was startled, and glanced at Jing Yan's pale sleeping face, "But what is the illness of the Queen Mother?" Before I ...... Seeing the Queen Mother spit out a mouthful of purple-black blood, isn't it ......"

Shi Ran shook his head and said, "It's not this. The Queen Mother's heart disease will not go to the root, but if her mood fluctuates, it will inevitably recur. If it is repeated several times like this, the condition will inevitably deepen, and even if Hua Tuo and Bian Que are reincarnated, they will be helpless! ”

"Good! I did my best to get the sleeping heart grass. "If you break my heart again, I don't want to see you lingering.

Yu Wenrui said it, and said uneasily: "Shi Aiqing, that black and purple blood...... But what's in the way? ”

Shi Ran stared at the little blood stains on the "non-attack", and stopped talking, but finally spoke: "It's a good thing to spit out the old blood that has been deposited." ”

Yu Wenrui seems to understand: "What does Aiqing mean? ”

"Your Majesty, please forgive the sin of the minister's outspokenness."

Yu Wenrui twisted his eyebrows: "You say." ”

"Your Majesty, ten years ago, the first emperor drove to conquer Beizheng, but unfortunately he was plotted by someone and died tragically, with the first emperor's sword......" Shi Ran said, his eyes turned to the "non-attack" on the table, "...... Even this sword was lost to Beizheng. This incident was too big a blow to the Queen Mother. It may be said that the hatred of the first emperor and the wound of the lost sword have been in the heart of the queen mother for ten years. This hurdle can't be persuaded or avoided, only when this revenge is avenged and this sword is back, can the Queen Mother step over. This hurdle falls on the substance, which is the disease of the body, or the lack of blood flow. The doctor has a saying, 'the general rule is not painful', the queen mother's mouth of blood spit out, and the long-blocked blood veins will naturally be unblocked. In this way, it is really a good thing to take 'Sleep Heart Soup' and recuperate carefully, and the recovery of the disease! ”

Yu Wenrui listened to Shi Ran's reasoning, thinking of the black and purple blood on the snow, as well as the blood sprayed on his chest by his sister-in-law, and his heart was messy for a while.