The sky has just been exposed, and the back house of the Marquis of Yongchang is filled with morning air. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang, who had just gotten up, was grooming in the mirror, but saw Yuan's mother, dressed in green clothes, walking into the inner room with a delicate expression.

"Mother Yang from Jingyuan just replied, the old lady is not comfortable, and she has already called Dr. Lin from the outer courtyard to come over at this time......

"I looked good yesterday, but why don't I feel comfortable today......"

After pondering carefully, Yang's puzzled gaze turned and looked at Yuan's mother, "Do you know the reason?" ”

Looking around at the maid in the hall, Yuan's mother hurriedly walked forward with Yang's approach, bent over and whispered, "Listening to the Chunhong girl who kept vigil, she suddenly screamed in the middle of the night, as if she had dreamed of that ...... Nightmare......"

Instantly understood what Yuan's mother meant, Yang pursed the corners of his mouth playfully and stopped speaking. turned to use his white fingers to pinch the two gem-encrusted steps in the makeup box, spread them out in the palm of his hand to play; At the end, I glanced at Yuan's mother, who was still waiting for a reply.

"Inform the subordinates to be vigilant, what herbs does the old lady need...... Despite looking for a big storeroom"

It seemed to sound in his ears the instructions of the concubine Niangniang when he entered the palace last time, and Yang's eyes sharpened.

"Right now, Master Hou is at a critical time, but don't make any mistakes......!"

Seeing Yuan's mother bow and leave, Yang raised his head, looked in the direction of Jingyuan outside the window, and showed a mocking smile, and slandered viciously: "Good illness, sick ...... so as not to interfere in the future......"

Hmph, the old lady who prides herself on being born in Hanyang Yu's family, although she is kind on the face, she doesn't look down on herself at all behind her back...... If it weren't for her and the old lady to stop her, how could she Yang Yuyao still be in the position of a flat wife?!

Carelessly holding his hands, he looked at Zhu Dan, who was rigid on his nails, and blew lightly, and Yang showed a satisfied smile.

***

At the time of the hour, in the inner room of Jingyuan, Guo Yushi, who was wearing a forehead, was leaning against a soft pillow, his chest was tight, and he was dizzy.

Outside the screen, Guo Hongtao, who had just descended from the court, and Yang, who had just gone down, were listening carefully to the doctor's diagnosis.

"Sweating all over, shortness of breath and panting, red pulses, the old lady should be a hot heart." Bending down to salute, Lin Chong, who was in his thirties, replied respectfully.

"Is there a cure?" Sitting on the carved chair, he glanced at Yang, thinking of Guo Yushi, who was weak in the inner room, Guo Hongtao's eyes tightened.

"Master Hou doesn't have to worry," hurriedly replied, Lin Chong was slightly reassured, "Take a few doses of cinnabar powder, calm the nerves and clear the heat, help the right and dispel the evil, Lin will write the prescription." Lifting the zhu pen, Lin Chong made it overnight, and handed it to Guo Hongtao's personal servant.

Taking the medicine list with one hand and examining a few medicinal materials that he was used to on weekdays, Guo Hongtao's face finally eased.

"Cinnabar, Fushen, Coptis chinensis, Codonopsis ......?"

Pinching the paper and softly reading out the name of the medicine, Yang raised his head and asked uneasily: "These flavors...... Enough available? ”

"Madame, don't worry, this potion, Lin can still pack the ticket."

The tone was affirmative, Lin Chong's face was full of confidence, and then he frowned slightly, and was immediately noticed by Guo Hongtao, who was fluctuating, "It's okay to say something!" ”

"It's just ......", after hesitating, Lin Chong still expressed his worries, "Old lady...... It seems to be caused by overthinking in the day, and in the long run, it is easy to accumulate minor diseases; In the future, it is advisable to relax and stay away from the ......."

"Are you overthinking?"

groaning, Guo Hongtao waved his hand and looked at the white stone screen, mother, she is still worried about the events of the year......

***

"The flowers are red, the spring apricots are small, and when the swallows fly, the green water is around. The willows on the branches blow less, and there is no grass at the end of the world. The swing in the wall, the road outside the wall, the pedestrians outside the wall, and the beautiful woman in the wall laughs. The laughter gradually faded into silence, but the amorous was ruthlessly annoyed. ”

In the back house at night, the weather in mid-spring is still cool.

Reciting softly the good words of the poet of the previous dynasty, Guo Lanxin leaned in front of the window, and her thoughts flowed.

With nothing to do, she ordered someone to open the small warehouse of Chunfeng Pavilion to sort out the makeup wraps left over the years between the original owner and Chun Yu's family, and wanted to quietly find clues from it.

The shabby cloth, the dusty furniture, and the scene in the warehouse were sad and sad, and just when she found nothing and was almost desperate, an inconspicuous mahogany box rolled down from a pile of debris by the window and smashed into Guo Lanxin's feet.

There seemed to be a hand quietly pulling in the dark, she ignored the mess, leaned over and squatted down, wiped the surface with a handkerchief, and found that the box was locked with the lost tangram lock of the previous dynasty!

In her previous life, she was familiar with ancient books, and in order to cater to her hobbies, King Xia, who fought all over the world, collected a lot of unique books. In an acrobatic book I found by chance, there was a record of the tangram lock, and I remember how ecstatic she was at that time, leaving mundane things to study for a day and night, and then quietly unraveling the mystery.

Unexpectedly, Chun Yu, a woman from a declining aristocracy, would have a dowry inlaid with a tangram lock!

***

Without showing any emotion, Guo Lanxin whispered to Gu Nanniang, took out a few small boxes containing cloth and silk from the warehouse, and moved them into the inner room together with the dark red broken box; Knowing that in the evening, after everyone rested, he took off the silver hairpin on his head alone, and opened the box with some movement.

Messy delicate ornaments come into view, such as a white porcelain jade rabbit pounding medicine, and a Persian cat with a cheek...... There are also a few ears of beautifully woven yarns, a piece of Hangzhou silk handkerchief embroidered with cold plums, and a few unknown landscape paintings......

It doesn't seem to be anything special......

Suddenly, the slightly thicker cloth on the bottom layer attracted her attention, and she gently cut and cut the edges, and a calligraphy painting at the bottom of the box appeared in front of her......

The house in the spring, the swallow in front of the hall......

Also, the flowing weeping willows, the beautiful women on the swing frame......

Happy hibiscus face, charming apricot eyes, slightly pursed red lips, shallow smile......

What a vivid woman this is......

With the same pair of apricot eyes as herself, the woman in the painting is Chun Yu, Guo Lanxin has no doubt. When he was young, would Chun Yu's family be able to deal with such a woman?

But looking at these objects, it should be her daily play when she was young; And the size of the portrait is also in line with the popular self-portrait......

However, if it is said to be Chun Yu's self-portrait, Guo Lanxin feels a little far-fetched!

Raising his hand lightly, gently stroking the handwriting on the portrait that had been solidified for many years, Guo Lanxin seemed to fall into a thick fog for a moment.

Leaning against the lattice, staring at the night, her mind kept swirling with the flowing font......

With a violent tremble, her pupils shrank, and she clenched the embroidered handkerchief in her hand.

The handwriting, although it seems gentle, hides strength!

In the previous life, I had many years of experience in calligraphy and painting, and it was clearly from the hand of a man! And the friendship that overflows in this verse is on the page!

Chun Yu, a woman who was clearly once so fresh and bright, why, now she has come to the point of avoiding the Buddha Hall?! also ignores his own daughter......

What happened in her life?

And is this handwriting from Guo Hongtao?

If, not him...... So, who is it?