The night is boundless, and the silence is infinite

It was as if I had slowly woken up from my sleep, and when I opened my hazy sleepy eyes, I saw a warm light in front of me.

It was as if he slowly sat up from the bed, and then called softly; "Spring red, spring fragrance;"

The two girls heard as if they were calling themselves, and they hurriedly walked to the side of Wanruo's bed

"Princess, you're finally awake," Chunhong said happily

As if rubbing his sleepy eyes, he asked; "What time is it? How long have I been asleep? ”

Haruka replied busily; "It's day, you've been asleep for more than four hours."

As if nodding, the effect of this medicine is really great, I can sleep for four hours, and now I feel much more relaxed, my head doesn't hurt so much, and my mood is a little more relaxed

"I'm a little hungry now, help me get me a bowl of millet porridge." It seems to say softly

Haruka said yes and went out

It was as if Chunhong pulled the curtain open, and then she got out of bed

Chunhong put the boat on a chair for her to sit down, and then made her a cup of Longjing tea

"Princess, Chunhong has a sentence I don't know when to say it??"

It's like a way; "Say, why are we so restrained."

Chunhong Road; "Princess, don't you know, the prince has been guarding here, he didn't leave until you woke up, he knew you didn't want to see him, so he left early, Chunhong wanted to say a fair word, the prince was indeed very ruthless to the princess in some aspects, but Chunhong could see that the princess really cared about the princess, cared about the princess, Chunhong hoped that the princess could give the princess a chance, the prince was willing to put down his proud princess shelf to please the princess, this is really rare, Chunhong only hopes that the princess and the princess can be happy."

Chunhong's words made her feel like a warm heart, in fact, she subconsciously hoped to see Murong Yichuan after waking up, but her stubbornness swallowed up that tenderness

"Chunhong, I understand what you said, I hope everything can get better."

While they were talking, Chunxiang brought the millet porridge to Wanruo

"Princess, this porridge can be drunk now, the temperature is moderate, and the imperial doctor said that you will drink the medicine once after half an hour after you finish eating." Haruka said

It's like nodding and saying I know, hard work for you two

Chunhong and Chunxiang gave a warm smile

It was as if after using the millet porridge that night, she wanted to go out for a walk alone, although it was late at night, but she still wanted to go out and feel the night breeze in early autumn.

It was like walking out of the Funing Palace, the early autumn night was still a little warm, as if walking in the garden, there was a rustle of leaves in my ears, and after a while, there was a pleasant sound

As if thinking that it was his own hallucination, such a flute sound can only be heard in the place that belongs to Zhongli Wenjun, but this is not an illusion, the sound of the flute is still ringing in his ears, as if he is approaching step by step along the sound of the flute, and the sound of the flute is getting closer and closer, it turns out that it is not an illusion, this flute sound does exist zài, this is from the Yin'an Palace, as if he can't stop his own footsteps, it turns out that he can also blow the flute, such a flute sound does not belong to Zhongli Wenjun, it belongs to Murong Yichuan,

Murong Yichuan sat quietly on the steps in front of the main hall, giving a quiet, with a hint of melancholy on his face

This is not Zhongli Wenjun's flute, Zhongli Wenjun's flute sound does not have such sadness and loneliness

This is not Zhongli Wenjun's flute, Zhongli Wenjun's flute does not have such vicissitudes and loneliness

As if slowly immersed in the sound of the flute, a little sadness and sadness floated on her face, it turned out that he was also her bosom friend, she could find her figure from his flute, she could tear apart her heartache from his flute, and shed sad tears, it turned out that she would not only find herself in Zhongli Wenjun's flute, but also in Murong Yichuan's flute, if you found yourself in Zhongli Wenjun's flute, she was fragile and yearning for a better self, Then in Murong Yichuan's flute, he is the most real, sad, grief, grief, and entanglement.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of reacquaintance with Murong Yichuan, and this feeling could also be called seeing each other late

After blowing the song, Murong Yichuan held Xiao in the palm of his hand, he didn't know that Wanruo was standing opposite him, he wanted to look up at the starry sky, but when he raised his head, he saw a sad face like a flower

King Fu slowly stood up, and he gently shook his hand that seemed to be cold

"Ruo, if you wake up, why don't you have a good rest in the room, it's early autumn now, and the sky is getting colder." King Fu said softly and infinitely

It's like a way; "The concubine has been sleeping for so long, and she wants to come out to breathe, and it is the sound of the prince's flute that attracts Wanruo here. The sound of this flute is so good, as if I have seen my truest self" as if there is no original coldness, and there is a little tenderness

"It's not too early, I'll send you back, the doctor said that you still have to take medicine at night, if a song can be exchanged for your tenderness, I am willing to blow it for you every night." King Fu gently hugged Wanruo, and by the moonlight he saw the crystal in his eyes, maybe this crystal was moved by the sound of Xiao, maybe it was like his bosom friend. He has loved since he was a child, and originally thought that Ruoxuan was his bosom friend, but Ruoxuan said that the sound of the flute was too bleak and I didn't like it, only the sound of the flute that seemed to praise him, only if he could understand it, it turned out that this was his bosom friend

"It's not too early, as if it's time to go back, the prince should rest early." It seemed to slowly break free from Murong Yichuan's embrace, but there was no coldness at the beginning, and King Fu unconsciously took Wanruo's hand

"I'll send you back." As if he didn't refuse, King Fu gently helped him out of the Yin'an Palace, and then walked back to the Funing Hall step by step.