Zhang Zhao couldn't sleep well at night, tossing and turning, and the brush that kept vigil heard her turn over, and hurriedly got up: "The lady wants to get up at night?" ”

"It's okay, let's sleep." Zhang Zhao slowed down his movements and didn't dare to turn over again, but a pair of big apricot eyes couldn't close, and he looked at the top of the tent in a daze by the dim candlelight.

The figures in my mind are confused, complicated, and scenes come one after another, like the wind blowing the pages of a book, one after another. One will be the worried face of the mother, the other will be the majestic face of the queen mother, and the person she hides in her heart.

Her eyes were sour, and she raised her hand to cover her eyes.

It's really dizzy, when is it, she is still thinking about him, hasn't she already decided to forget about him? Is it just because the princess inadvertently mentioned it today.

She pursed her lower lip, remembering the words of the princess.

Get what you want, get what you want, heh, she really wants to, but......

Zhang Zhao's eyes were dark, and finally he slowly closed his eyes. She, it's really wishful thinking, the princess of the world just mentioned it casually, she actually took it seriously, it's really delusional.

Don't think about it, go to sleep!

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It's night, Xiao Ze is crooked in the study, looking at the moon and distracted, he has been in poor spirits in recent days, he can't sleep at night, always inadvertently recalls the past, and even many times can't tell what day is tonight, as if in a dream, it seems that Ah Long is still alive, pointing his nose and laughing:

"What's wrong with you, it's a cold day, I like to open the window, you're not cold, you have to take care of the palace people, it's so cold that it's shrunk into a ball."

Every now and then, the palace people will immediately say: "The slave is not cold!" ”

Then, he raised his chin slightly, squinted at Ah Long, and did not speak, silently counterattacking.

- See, they are not cold!

"Then I'll go cold." As she spoke, she put her hand through his collar and froze him, "Is it cold, is it cold?" ”

The palace people gently closed the window, stepped down lightly, and left the space for the two of them.

"Ah Taki......" Xiao Ze's eyes were wet.

Chen Ming, who was standing on the side, was struggling with drowsiness, and when his head was confused, he heard the wrong sound, thinking that Xiao Ze was calling Chen Ming, and a spirit completely woke up.

Poked his head in a panic: "The slave is here." ”

Xiao Ze: "......"

The two stared at each other, and soon Xiao Ze understood, and nodded a little funny: "You, really, go down if you are sleepy, you have been guarding for several nights." ”

Chen understood that it was an oolong with a wink, and said cheekily: "Your Majesty doesn't sleep, and neither do slaves and maids." ”

Xiao Ze was in no mood to deal with him, so he lowered his eyes silently, and after a long while, he spoke again: "Chen understands......"

His voice was a little harsh, as if it was difficult to speak.

Chen was a little confused: "The slave is here." ”

"Cap...... What happened to Jinyang? After only saying a few words, Xiao Ze stopped.

Why did you suddenly ask about the princess without a head?

Chen understood Xiao Ze's thoughts, and quietly raised his eyes to look over...... Thanks to the fact that he has been with Xiao Ze for half his life, he can't even see the slightest meaning, only that the light is dazzling, hitting the saint's face, white flowers, and his expression is indistinguishable.

Since he didn't understand what the saint meant, he could only answer by himself.

Fortunately, Huang Ying's stroke in Yong'an Palace was quite a big problem, and many imperial doctors came, so he asked a few more words, knowing that Princess Jinyang was also sick, or the princess was sick.

Otherwise, I really can't answer.

"Back to Your Majesty, I heard from the Longevity Palace that the princess was playful yesterday, caught a cold at night, and was sick."

"Sick?" Xiao looked up.

"I got a cold." Chen understanded, "The princess of the Qin family was in the Yong'an Palace at the time, and when she heard that the princess was sick, she offered to see the disease. Thanks to the princess's excellent medical skills, after a bowl of decoction, the princess immediately subsided her fever, and now she is very well. After Huang Ying's accident, the princess also sent the palace maid to visit. ”

"The princess?" Xiao Ze unconsciously traced the lines of the cuffs with his right hand, and the expression on his face was much more vivid, "It's a good, it's a good." ”

"Exactly." Chen Dong continued, "I heard that the princess is filial and gentle, and the queen mother likes it very much. ”

"Wen is good, Wen is good, can treat ...... well" Xiao Ze's voice became smaller and smaller, and Chen understood that he couldn't hear what he said at the end.

Seeing that it was not early, Chen Ming was a little worried about Xiao Ze's body, he hadn't slept for a long time, so he said: "Your Majesty, it's getting late, go to bed, you just don't want to sleep, it's good to lie down and recuperate." Chen understands and dares to say this.

Since the beating of Empress Mingxian, the saint has gone to bed before he has no children, even if he has not been approved by the fold, he is still looking out of the window in a daze.

The window of this study has never been closed again.

After persuading the saint to see that he still didn't have the mind to sleep, Chen understood that it was called a melancholy, saint, you can't help but sleep.

After thinking about it, he spoke again: "The slave maid heard that Concubine Wan Niangniang has learned a new song in the past two days, and Your Majesty wants to listen to it." ”

Xiao Ze turned his head to glance at him, and he quickly explained: "The slave maid really heard about it. ”

"That's it." Xiao Ze waved his hand, "Rest in peace." ”

Chen understood that he was overjoyed, and he was busy cleaning up.

After being busy for a long time, watching Xiao Ze lie down, Chen understood that he was completely relieved, and instructed the waiter to keep vigil, and told him several times uncomfortably before he retreated.

Speaking of which, at his level, there are many things that he no longer needs to do by himself, and he only occasionally accompanies the saint. But since the saint fell ill, his health deteriorated day by day, and he was always with his worries day and night.

Now in this palace, he is the only one who dares to persuade a few words.

It would be nice if Empress Mingxian was still there, Chen Zhi sighed, tightened the big slug on his body, and walked towards his residence.

The night was very cold, Xiao Ze was frightened, and suddenly sat up from the bed, straight through. The night watchman hurriedly knelt on the ground and said tentatively: "Your Majesty? ”

"Changing clothes." Xiao Ze's eyes were heavy.

The night guard didn't know much better than Chen, didn't dare to ask anything, and only acted according to orders.

Xiao Ze hurriedly got dressed, and walked straight to the Longevity Palace when he went out. His steps were extremely fast, and the palace people behind him staggered, and he could only see the guiding lights in front of him, the lights were beating, bright and dark.

The palace people were in a hurry, they didn't wear much, and it was cold in the middle of the night, and they were shivering one by one, as if the exhaled gas had condensed into ice.

After walking like this for a long time, the palace suddenly remembered that in fact, there was no need to walk, and the saint could take the imperial chariot. But isn't it too late to mention it now? He looked up at the saint who was hurrying in front of him, and his lips seemed to be glued, and he couldn't open them.

Sage...... It doesn't seem that he wants to ride the royal chariot, and he doesn't want to alarm more people.

As an attendant beside the saint, he still had this idea, he lowered his head and gathered his cuffs, and his steps quickened to keep up with the saint in front of him.

Xiao Ze kept walking in a hurry, and did not stop until he reached the gate of the Longevity Palace.

The entire Longevity Palace was dim, indicating that the people inside had already slept peacefully.

The attendant of the night watch hurriedly stepped forward a few steps and asked softly, "Saint, do you want to pass it on?" ”

Xiao Ze took a quick breath, calmed down for a while, stared at the Longevity Palace for a few moments, and suddenly turned around, "Go back." ”

Hey!

The waiter was a little dumbfounded, is the saint joking?

Tossing all the way, Xiao Ze's face was a little bad after he went back, and the chamberlain was very worried about his body, "Sage, call the imperial doctor to take a look." ”

"No, you don't." Xiao Ze shook his head, "I know my body, it's okay." ”

He lowered his head and rubbed his cuffs, not knowing what he was thinking, as if he was in a trance, and after a while, he suddenly remembered something, and said, "Go and bring the bronze mirror." ”

"Yes." The chamberlain hurriedly handed over a bronze mirror and held it in both hands and sent it to Xiao Ze.

Xiao Ze lowered his head and looked over, and a figure was reflected in the dim bronze mirror, thin and dry, with huge eyes, but it seemed empty, without a trace of energy.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the lines at the corners of his eyes, and a crisp sentence suddenly popped out of his mind, "My Ah is the best-looking Langjun in the world." ”

Xiao Ze's body shook suddenly, as if he was frightened, he suddenly raised his hand to knock over the bronze mirror, and said in a panic: "Take it, take it away." "No, no, no, that's not him, it's not him, he's the best-looking Langjun in the world.

The palace people knelt on the ground, there were people and lights, but Xiao Ze seemed to be in hell, lonely and desperate.

He shrunk under the covers, shivering, almost suffocating in despair.

Ataki won't come back, won't come back, won't come back.

She's dead!

Xiao Ze's pupils dilated, and he felt a pain in his chest, followed by a sweet throat...... He gritted his teeth, swallowed the scarlet sweetness in his mouth, then covered himself with the quilt, and slowly spoke, his voice seemed to be out of strength, and the whole person seemed to be drained of his soul: "You guys retreat." ”