Looking up, he saw Dong Bi's puzzled expression, he was afraid that he didn't understand the meaning even if he wanted to break his head. However, after all, this is Yu Hao's friendship with her, and Yu Yan does not intend to make it public. "This willow branch is accepted by the palace, you go back to the emperor, and say that the palace will arrive later."

Seeing that Dong Bi retreated as if she didn't understand, she went back to the house to dress up and change clothes.

When he arrived at the Yiyuan Palace, Yu Hao was sitting in front of the imperial case, holding a wolf and bowing his head in meditation. Although she has seen this scene countless times, every time she sees him in a dragon robe, sitting in the bath light, she can't help but sigh from the bottom of her heart, there is really no one in this world who is more suitable to be an emperor than him, such a hot and bright gold seems to be born for him, and even between his eyebrows there is a natural domineering. Yu Yan stood in front of the door, and was stunned for a while.

Yu Hao seemed to be aware of her gaze, and when she looked up inadvertently, she saw Yu Yan wearing a glow-colored silver silk silk silk palace dress, standing quietly in a corner where the sunlight leaked in, with a gentle smile on her face. So he coughed lightly and said, "You're here." ”

Only then did Yu Yan come back to his senses and was blessed: "I have seen the emperor." ”

"Did you remember to come here after seeing what Dong Bi sent?"

Knowing that he was jealous, he smiled: "What's the matter, the concubine has been thinking about the emperor." She raised her head slightly, with a delicate and good-looking face, "I'm just afraid that coming rashly will disturb the emperor." ”

"Nonsense, you think I don't know your temper yet." Although Yu Hao had a straight face, his tone unconsciously revealed his tenderness. Yu Yan's heart softened when she listened, and she walked up to him reluctantly. Seeing that the ink on his wolf had dried up, he picked up the inkstone on the desk and grinded it in circles. Her movements were familiar and elegant, Yu Hao just looked at her without saying a word, only to see that the woman's face was crimson like a xia dress on her body, and Yu Yan reached out to cover his eyes: "The emperor is not concentrating on judging the excerpts." ”

saw him pretending to be displeased and said: "You haven't been here for so long, and I don't know how distressed I am." Saying this, his tone became more softened, he reached out and pressed Yu Yan's dexterous soft twings, and said softly: "You seem to have cleared a little, the two children have made you tired." ”

"The concubine is fine, I'm just worried about Yuxin, she's been sick for five or six days."

Yu Hao was about to say something, but with a wave of his wide sleeves, he waved off a piece of rice paper on the case. The ink on it had not been long since it was dry, and at a glance it was a woman's handwriting. It is Du Fu's "Beauty" written by the fly-headed Xiaokai - the husband is light and thin, and the newcomer is as beautiful as jade. When the marriage is still known, the mandarin duck does not sleep alone. But when I saw the new man laughing, I heard the old man crying. The stroke by stroke is extremely fair, and it is heartfelt at first glance.

"What a delicate word," Yu Yan stared at the paper, and couldn't help laughing, "Which sister's masterpiece is it?" ”

Yu Hao turned his head and said seemingly casually: "Concubine Li has just come." ”

"That's weird." Yu Yan raised her head with interest, "Sister Concubine Li is very favored, and now it is the infinite scenery, how can she write such a sad poem." ”

"She said that she wanted to practice good handwriting, and when she saw that I had a book of poems in my hand, she picked a random one to write." Yu Hao seemed reluctant to continue this topic, but after waiting for a while, he saw that Yu Yan was just meditating, and couldn't help but wonder, "You never care what she said, what she wrote, what's wrong today." ”

Yu Yan was not in a hurry to answer when she heard this, but just scooped a spoonful of pear incense powder and added it to the incense burner where the green beast was entwined with flowers. The faint fragrance filled the hall one after another, and the space shrouded by the heavy hanging barriers was like a pool of deep and quiet water, as if the sunlight also stopped at the woman's fingertips. And she suddenly raised her head and smiled without saying a word, Yu Hao was shocked by this beauty for a while.

"There have always been abandoned concubines in all dynasties, poor peach blossoms, and they are getting thinner and thinner. The jade skin is not clothed, and the ice skin is cold and windy. The concubine was thinking that although Concubine Li's sister was deeply loved, she could understand the feelings of abandoned people, which was really rare. ”

How could Yu Hao not see what Concubine Li wanted, and how could someone put your poems on top of this imperial case. It's just that he blindly indulges like this, which shows that it is difficult to give up the old feelings.

"You didn't befriend her, she must have learned your compassion."

Yu Yan smiled calmly, and only said quietly: "How can the concubine be as good as the emperor said, and the mercy of the concubine is only reserved for those who should sympathize." Although Du Fu pities Gillian's tragic situation in his poems, Chen Gillian is arrogant, jealous and ignorant, and no matter how good Emperor Wu's temperament is, he is not left with nothing left. ”

The man was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "Yu Yan actually thinks so, and he doesn't blame Emperor Wu for being kind?" ”

"If the concubine is Gillian, she will break her mind early in the morning. The daughter threw "Changmen Fu", but it was not as good as Concubine Mei's affectionate "East Building Fu" to move people more. After all, Gillian thinks about her own glory, even if it is to save the friendship of the monarch, there should be no calculation in this relationship, the emperor said. ”

Yu Hao seemed to ponder for a long time, and when he looked up again, the rice paper in his hand had been discarded into the incense burner, and only a wisp of green smoke remained. As if he didn't care, he smiled at Yu Yan and said, "You can see it clearly." ”

Yu Yan just concentrated on grinding and didn't say much.

For several days, the Son of Heaven would stay in Jing'an Palace. Because the two children were raised by Yuyan, Yu Hao said that he was here to take care of the prince, but others couldn't say anything. Occasionally, he would go to Li Concubine's place to sit, but he rarely stayed overnight, and on the surface, it seemed that the woman was still beautiful, but only Yuyan knew - the meaning was different.

In fact, after experiencing these things, Concubine Yu Chen was not without sympathy in her heart. Although Concubine Chen hated her for being born in Lingxian Palace, her grace was better than herself, but she had never made any fatal moves in the end. However, even so, as a concubine, she is still too much of an eyesore. What's more, when this child died, Yu Yan made up his mind to give up the weakness in his body in order to protect the people around him. Therefore, even if she is sympathetic, she will not turn a blind eye and let Concubine Li do nothing.

On the thirteenth day of Ning Shuyuan's illness, there were finally signs of improvement.

For peace of mind, as soon as the ban was lifted, Yu Yan sent Fang Haishan to accompany him overnight for diagnosis and treatment, and told him to report the woman's condition to himself. And Yuyan, who was waiting for the news, also stayed awake all night, and just after dawn the next day, he hurried to the Chongshui Palace.

However, before entering the hall, Chengying's sword-like figure came into her eyes.

He stood under the eaves not far from the main hall, and the fallen leaves of several osmanthus trees were floating on his shoulders. The man in front of him had a long sword at his waist, and even if he was wearing the same guard uniform, he could see at a glance the world of difference between him and others. Heroic and murderous were mixed, and he seemed to be a peerless ancient sword, and he had to use his dripping blood intent to awaken his roaring soul.

And just when the osmanthus fell into the man's palm, he was slightly stunned - he actually smiled.