He made a busy hand with the candlestick that sold Jin Qingfeng, and said with relief: "The Queen Mother is in a nightmare again? You have always been like this since the first emperor left. ”

"First Emperor, First Emperor......" She wore her long hair, muttered and repeated, her empty gaze suddenly became extremely desolate, "It is because the mourning family is sorry for the first emperor, so now, his son is coming to kill the mourning family." ”

"Queen Mother, that's your son." He Ling corrected expressionlessly, "Your Majesty, how could he do this." What's more, the medicine offered to you is always served to you after the queen personally urges the imperial doctor to examine it. ”

"How can the queen still be the queen of the past." Qin Shi didn't finish his sentence, and he couldn't stop coughing. Seeing this, she hurriedly served a cup of honey rue tea, and said a few words of relief along her back. However, she also knew in her heart that the Queen Mother's health was deteriorating, and the evil disease came so suddenly, she inevitably suspected that she had done something wrong. He Ling's thoughts have not yet turned, and he has heard the people around him coughing violently again, and this time the queen mother sprayed a mouthful of blood in the white jade marigold.

He was so shocked that his eyebrows and eyes changed suddenly, and he grabbed Qin and said, "Queen Mother!" ”

The Queen Mother was also full of consternation, only clenched the corners of the quilt, and her body trembled violently. However, she was not as angry as she imagined, but said slowly as if she had tried all her strength: "Send a message to the mourning family, and tell King Zhuang Xian to enter the capital as soon as possible, even if all methods are exhausted!" ”

He made his heart beat wildly, and he responded calmly. Suddenly, there was a rolling thunder, which startled her to raise her eyes suddenly, and the red candle in her hand was also crackling. The Queen Mother lay down on her side, and she tightened the corners of the quilt before softly exiting the room.

This unseasonal rain has stirred people's minds, and it is vaguely the second watch. It's just that there is no moonlight, only the palace lamp hanging under the top of the Iridium gold glazed roof, which glows with a trace of innocent light and shadow. He leaned against the wall and walked towards him, when he suddenly saw a figure of an attendant dodging out from behind the cloister, and the man did not salute when he saw her, but walked forward with his head down.

And at that moment of passing by, it seemed to be a long time lag. He was a little sad, but finally said: "The queen mother's time is short, please let the queen relax." ”

Behind him is a vast rainy night, and even if you don't have to look at it, you can feel the invisible haze above the heavy eaves palace. Every time this happens, the light of the stars seems so weak, as if it is the little light that every woman in this palace can hope for. He sighed lightly and walked into the night.

The next day, the autumn rain stopped, and the weather was much cooler. A row of green bamboos scattered under Mu Xuan is moistened by the rain, it is as blue as beautiful jade, and there is a puddle of water on the new leaves that are as thin as cicada wings, and they fall by the window from time to time, but listening to the light sound of the drops, it is a special interest.

The prayer hall where Qingluan lives is no more noble than other small masters, and no one cares about it all year round, and the five-colored flowers that bloom in the court are just tree chrysanthemums, Wen chrysanthemums, etc. Although it is not as delicate as the Imperial Garden, it is also a little more arrogant. Qingluan moved the Buddhist shrine to sit in the courtyard from time to time, and happened to see Bai Yu holding a handful of green and white petals in one hand, turning around and smiling, "It's good to make honey chrysanthemum petals for the little master."

The autumn day is in full bloom, and I have not heard of all the complicated things in the palace for a long time. The woman unconsciously stretched out her hand to pull a white chrysanthemum and looked at it, but it was very suitable for the silver-white broken bead forging skirt she was wearing today. She didn't notice that the dew wet the shawl and light veil, and only said casually: "I don't know if I want to know the autumn love, and I muttered and knocked on the east fence." The lonely standard is proud of the world, who is hidden, and the same flowers bloom late. However, after chanting two couplets, he already felt bad luck and stopped.

But I heard a cool sound, and it was "Why is the frost in the garden, and the sickness can be lovesick?" If there is no talk in the world, why not explain the words. Qingluan raised his eyes, but saw the man holding his hand and said, "The little master has the highest heart, if this scene is replaced by ordinary people, there will be no master of the six gods." Only those who are not surprised can have this kind of leisure. ”

Yuchen's appearance was like a bright white, and he was still wearing a cloud-white shallow robe, and his face was more and more lined like a crown of jade. Although it is just an ordinary dress, the aura of Tsinghua has never become light because of the outfit. Qingluan thought she was in a dream for a moment, but this shadow became more and more real. She held a regular courtesy, but her eyes were faint and full of delight.

Su E was also surprised, but the palace concubine's private meeting with the man was already unreasonable, and Qingluan was still thinking about it, so she had to come forward and salute to the end: "Dare to ask the prince, how do you come here......"

"I came to visit the princess and visit the little lord by the way." He was still kind, but there was a hint of clarity between his eyebrows, "The emperor allows this king to go in and out of the palace at will, and this place is very remote, you can relax and not affect your little master." ”

Su E's face softened, and he retreated: "The slave doesn't dare." ”

Suddenly listening to him say a little master in front of others, Qingluan's heart seemed to have a shallow pain like a fine needle pecking, and then finally acted as if nothing happened. Qingluan knew very well that if he wasn't so careful, how could he protect the two of them, wasn't it enough to be frightened before.

It's just that there was warmth in the bottom of his eyes in an instant, and he turned his head slightly and pretended to scatter the white-petaled wood peony in his hand.

"Last night was bleak and cold, but the little lord can still sleep peacefully."

He remembered that he woke up easily in his sleep, and could not hear the sound of wind and rain. However, this feeling quickly turned into a trace of lament in his heart, and Qingluan said with some pity: "Is the prince still a concubine a concubine in the past, even if he can't sleep now, who cares, but he just picks it up by himself." ”

As soon as the words came out, even she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, when did her resentment become so deep in her bones. And how much of this self-pity is because of the person in front of him, I'm afraid Yuchen also knows it in his heart. She just, just wanted to tell him that she wasn't doing well without him.

As he spoke, Su E had moved a pair of wooden corner round stools in the courtyard. The man sat down silently with a corner of his clothes. In the fragrant backyard, only the quiet and gentle light side turned in an arc to hit the body. I haven't seen you for a long time, but I'm relatively speechless at this time.

"Recently, the emperor summoned the minister into the palace, and I am afraid that he will live in the palace for a long time. If the little master thinks that the time is boring, he may be able to play a game better than chatting about it. ”

There was a fleeting surprise in the woman's eyes, but after a little thought, she knew that it was the vassal king's side that was forcing the battle to be tight, and the Son of Heaven would urgently summon him into the palace. However, to learn that he was close at hand, there was still a small joy. It seems that the sky is also a little clearer, Qingluan smiles lightly, and a purple bead tassel on her head hangs down her neck, adding a delicate beauty to her appearance, lining her smile like water.