As soon as I turned around and saw the person coming clearly, Fang smiled easily: "Ah Han, why are you here?" ”

He sat down: "Just to see you." ”

Ah Han is not married yet, he is still in the palace, and it is natural for him to come to see me, he smiled: "If you are bored and panicked, go out for a walk, although it is autumn cold in the imperial garden at this time, there are still maple leaves in full bloom." ”

I nodded: "It's just that it's inconvenient for me to go out at this time, otherwise I must not be idle." ”

"I brought your zither for you, but your wound has not healed, I'm afraid that Fuqin will affect the wound, so let's talk about it better."

I agreed dejectedly, Qingge also came in with haode tea, poured tea for Ah Han, and then went out, even An was not invited, probably still angry about my blocking knife.

I hurriedly found a conversation to divert Ah Han's attention: "The prince hasn't come back yet?" ”

Ah Han's face was ugly for a moment, and he said "um", and then he just held the tea bowl and didn't speak.

I knew I had found the wrong reason, so I was silent on the side, and he just drank tea quietly.

I began to ponder what I had just been thinking about, and I vaguely felt that I had missed something important in my thinking, but I really couldn't remember it.

I can't remember things and start fighting, I must want to remember.

He suddenly laughed: "Why is it so difficult to think? ”

I was just about to talk to Ah Han, but a little eunuch came in and said that the queen invited the ninth master over.

Ah Han nodded and comforted, "I'll come to see you tomorrow." ”

I nodded, and the imperial doctor just came in to diagnose me, so I was just focused on my own injuries.

The imperial doctor prescribed the medicine, packed up and instructed me to take the medicine on time, and there were some contraindications, and said that it was best to change the mattress frequently to avoid wound infection.

I looked at this dormitory, it seems that it is only a little cleaned up, it is said that the emperor does not want to move too much, just a little cleaning, the beam is still floating with ash, I looked at it in disgust, and said to myself: "It's better to clean it, otherwise there is no way to guarantee that it will not be infected." ”

I saw that Qingge hadn't come back yet, so I wanted to clean up a little bit by myself, although there was an injury, it was not a big deal. So, I found a long bamboo pole, tied it with strips of cloth, and prepared to sweep the dust on the beam first, and I could still complete this work.

I gently wiped off the ash on the beam, looking at the thick layer of ash is still very fulfilling, I was about to knock the bamboo pole, knock off the ash, and then continue to wipe, but as the bamboo pole fell a thin brocade box, it was also full of dust.

I walked over and picked it up, and at this time Qingge came back, and I was busy putting away the brocade box. As soon as Qingge came in and saw me tidying up the house, he hurriedly grabbed me: "Chuxi, the emperor said that you are only staying temporarily, and you are not allowed to touch every grass or tree, brick or tile here." ”

I hid the box quietly: "Well, if you don't clean up, you won't clean up, Qingge, you go out and rest first, I'm tired and want to rest first." ”

Qingge walked in: "Then I'll help you make the bed." ”

I stopped, "No, you can go." ”

Qingge nodded and went out, I climbed into bed, put down the bed tent, took out the brocade box, and slowly opened the brocade box by candlelight.

A yellowed version of the "Jizo Sutra" appeared, and the brocade box was carefully packaged, but the pages were still covered with dust. Turning the pages of the book, it is full of Buddhist scriptures carefully copied by the little boys, although a long time has passed, it can still be seen that it is a Buddhist scripture written in blood. The characters have faded over time, but the piety and intentions of the scribe can still be seen.

I probably saw the reason why the Buddhist scriptures calmed my mind, but I just began to carefully read the hand-copied Buddhist scriptures page by page, and there was a small "Chen" character at the end of the payment. This should be copied by Concubine Chen, is it really a peasant girl, such a strict hand, although it is a peasant girl, I am afraid that it is also a small jasper, reading and reading.

I still flipped through carefully, Concubine Chen's mother really had a deep relationship with the emperor, her name was Li, but she used the title to settle the name, which shows that she loves this title very much, and it is also a manifestation of the emperor's love.

How could such a hand-copied Buddhist scripture be on the beams of the house?

I didn't figure it out until I finished reading a Buddhist scripture, so I took the Buddhist scripture under my pillow and muttered to myself: "That's it, if you don't understand, you don't want to, and I'll give this to Ah Han tomorrow, which is also a thought." ”

I made up my mind, got out of bed, blew out the candles, and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know when I woke up, my head was full of cold sweat, not from the pain of the wound, but from a dream, and the dried handwriting of the Buddhist scriptures in the dream was soaked in blood again, and with the pages of the book, it soaked through the mattress under the pillow, soaked the entire bed, and everywhere I looked, it was full of blood......

I sat up and opened the tent, but it was only the hour of the cool moon, but I couldn't sleep, got out of bed, put on my shoes, quietly lit a small candle, and sat down on the bed with the candlestick.

I always feel that many things are wrong, and I have to think about it while I can't sleep.

At first, it was the inexplicable rafting trip of the crown prince Qi Min, I don't know what his purpose was, and then during the hunting trip, when Ah Han kissed me, the emperor didn't have any reaction, and the emperor wanted me to enter the palace to recuperate......

I sat for a long time, then I took out the sutra from under my pillow, brought the candlestick closer, and flipped through the pages one by one.

Halfway through the flop, I suddenly felt that there was something strange about this paper, so I lit the candle flame, and it was really a bit mysterious......

There is a thin sandwich in the middle of this page, I hurriedly got out of bed and touched a thin hairpin on the dressing table, went to bed and carefully picked the sandwich, and pulled out a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wings.

At this time, Fang saw the small handwriting on the piece of paper, and carefully recognized it, and when he finished reading it, he was already shocked into a cold sweat......