A good night's sleep, and when you open your eyes, it's already three poles of the sun.

The injury on his leg was no longer so painful, as if he had fallen to the ground after being dressed neatly, and Chunxiang, who was busy outside, heard the movement and rushed in, "I'll serve Niangniang to freshen up." Chunxiang was very happy to see that she woke up, and for the first time since leaving the palace, Chunxiang saw that she was sleeping so steadily without tranquilizers.

Last night seemed to be a good night, every dream was gentle and comfortable, for many days, it seemed that she always had some dreams that made her wake up and still be very bad, such as she would dream that she would see Murong Yichuan and other women after returning to the palace, or dream of a quarrel with Murong Yichuan that she didn't play endlessly, in short, every dream is worse than reality. This night, she didn't remember how many dreams she had, but she clearly remembered one of the episodes, she returned to the palace, just as the peony flowers bloomed, she sat on Murong Yichuan's lap for a while to enjoy the flowers, and embroidered the purse in her hand for a while.

Seeing that she was contemplative out of the window, Haruka hurriedly patted her back and reminded softly; "Niangniang came together in a daze, but is it because I miss the emperor and the princess?"

It was as if he had stretched out his hand to sort out the messy green silk and said in a deep voice; "I'm thinking about it all the time, okay Chunxiang, you can help me make up quickly, if you stay with someone else's house, you will be laughed at."

Haruka said yes and began to help Wanru comb her hair.

After a stick of incense, as if she had finished freshening up, Haruka brought the prepared breakfast to the table.

It was as if looking at the narrow and slightly rough wooden table that had been postponed and not necessarily remembered the days when he and Zhongli Wenjun met day and night seven years ago, when Zhongli Wenjun's home yard was as simple as the cattery in front of him, but the furnishings in the house were not as simple as in front of him, Zhongli Wenjun was born in a family after all, and the furnishings in his humble room were quite exquisite.

"Niangniang, I don't understand why Guan Lingxiao likes to use wooden bowls and spoons, most of the utensils in his house are wooden." It's the first time that Chunxiang has grown so big and seen that all the utensils for eating and drinking are wooden, and it is also like drinking porridge in a wooden bowl for the first time, drinking water in a wooden bowl, holding a wooden spoon, and feeling as fresh as Chunxiang.

Just like the rice porridge in his mouth right now, he answered Chunxiang's question, "Guan Lingxiao is a divination person, and they don't have ceramics there, so they use wooden or stone utensils, even if Guan Lingxiao arrives in the Central Plains, you can buy porcelain everywhere, I think for a person who is used to bowls, he may not like our fragile porcelain bowls, and besides, he is far away from his homeland, so he always has to find something to make acacia." Just like the eagle mask hanging on his wall, this eagle is the totem of the diviner, and like the soul, no matter where he is, some innate things will not be discarded, and will follow him like a shadow. ”

It was like glancing at the eagle mask hanging on the wall, and the eagle was lifelike, as if it could spread its wings and soar in an instant.

After breakfast, it was as if I saw the wind and the sun outside, so I took Chunxiang's hand and went out for a leisurely walk.

It was as if he had just walked out of the small courtyard and happened to meet Guan Lingxiao.

"It's time for Madame to change her dressing." Guan Lingxiao walked up to Wanruo and whispered, he was carrying a bow and arrow on his shoulder, and on top of the bow and arrow hung a pheasant that looked dead.

As if he nodded, he said silently, "Then there is Lao Guan Gongzi." ”

In this way, he and Guan Lingxiao entered the courtyard.

There is a bamboo bed under the grape trellis, Guan Lingxiao wants to lie on the bamboo bed, and then help her change the dressing herself.

Guan Lingxiao peeled off Wanruo's wound very carefully, and then dripped a liquid similar to wine on the wound, as if he felt a burst of coolness, Guan Lingxiao used his fingers to evenly smooth out the liquid poured on the wound, and rewound Wanruo's wound.

During this period, it was as if his eyes were always slightly closed, and Guan Lingxiao, the quiet recipient, was gentle with his wounds.

"How did Guan Gongzi learn medical skills? And the Chinese language is also spoken so fluently? After a long time, it seemed to be a gentle mouth, throwing out the questions in his heart.

Guan Lingxiao went to the side to clean his hands, and then replied truthfully; "When I was seven years old, I rescued a couple who fled from the Central Plains to our grassland, and they were helpless, so I arranged the couple in my uncle's tribe, and at the same time I would go to the gentleman every once in a while to ask for advice, that is a knowledgeable gentleman, just because the elders of his family were guilty, he was implicated, in order to avoid the fate of being assigned to Lingnan, so he fled to the Central Plains with his new wife, and this escape came to our divination. My maternal grandmother is a Khitan princess, and my maternal grandmother's mother is a princess of your country, perhaps because of this I am very interested in the long-standing Han civilization, I learned the Chinese language with that gentleman, and read a lot of Han attractions, such as the Four Books and Five Classics and various classics, as for my medical skills, most of our people on the grassland will have some medical skills, treating snake wounds and other bruises, but after I arrived in the Central Plains, I read Hua Tuo's "Five Fowl Opera" and Zhang Zhongjing's "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases", It's just a matter of sightseeing, I don't have much interest in medical skills, but I still like your Han people's poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, as well as amazing martial arts. ”

Guan Lingxiao made no secret of his love for the Central Plains culture, that kind of liking came from the heart, and people couldn't help but be moved when they looked at it.

If they don't have their own writing, they can't be civilized, and the people in their tribe only need to know how to ride horses and dabble in survival, and it is so rare for a scholar to appear.

"I guess Ling Xiao should be your Chinese name, you should have your own name." He said softly.

Guan Lingxiao nodded and said sincerely; "In the next book is called Kre. Sanori, Kelie is our tribal surname, Sanori means eternal and unchanging, and Ling Xiao is the word given to me by the gentleman who taught me to read and write, meaning ambitious, after coming to the Central Plains, I also heard that there is a kind of Ling Xiao flower, so I found a load under the window. Set your surname for yourself, just because I like that poem, Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island, my fair lady, good gentleman. When reciting "Guan Ju", Ling Xiao's gaze drifted to Wanruo intentionally or unintentionally, which was a kind of ignorance at the beginning of love, revealing a pitiful simplicity.

As if he didn't expect Guan Lingxiao's knowledge to be so high, his eyes subconsciously looked under the window not far away, and sure enough, there were two-leaved plants whose names he didn't know before, and it turned out that this was Lingxiao Flower.

Murong Yichuan is afraid that the matter of the inner court will be rumored, causing the courtiers to criticize, if the news of leaving the palace is known to the minister, it may lead to an overwhelming impeachment of the queen, which is extremely unfavorable to Wanruo, and at the same time, in order to wait for him to return to the palace in the future, Murong Yichuan reluctantly canonized Xiao Xiangyi of Rongguo Mansion as the concubine of Yongshou Palace according to his mother's wishes, and took care of the affairs of the six palaces, under the pressure of the Empress Dowager Xiao, Murong Yichuan had to be fortunate to Xiao Xiangyi, After one night, Murong Yichuan still lived in the Sun Moon Xuan or Taiji Palace, and was lovesick for the lonely lamp, after some careful consideration, Murong Yichuan ordered Shangguan Tianjue and Ye Donghe to be transferred back to the capital, which meant that the search for Wanruo was stopped, and the usual reason told Murong Yichuan that it would be fine, she was just angry for a while and did not want to return, and when the scenery was seen through, she would return, he believed that she could not do without herself, and even more inseparable from the home they had worked hard to manage for many years, Murong Yichuan regarded Wanruo as a momentary gamble, The child who ran away from home wants to return when she is calm, the reason why he is so sure that he will return is because of the incident seven years ago, when he was not so affectionate with himself, and she still intends to return after running away from home, although who Leng Cuian Murong Yichuan saw that he wanted to cut off three thousand troubles and escape into the empty door, but after calming down, Murong Yichuan dared to conclude that it was like a step-by-step game, as for whether she had other helpers behind her, she didn't know, she was reluctant to give up her affection at the beginning, What's more, the love after years is as deep as the sea.

Although Murong Yichuan Siruo, on the death day of Ximen Ruoxuan, he still took the sacrifices and purified princesses to the cemetery to pay respects