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Could it be that where did the water go? The wind spirit listened carefully, and the sound of the cloud board seemed to come from the manna hall where the saint rested, and she trembled all over, and hurriedly went to change her clothes. I grabbed the dress in my hand, and the cloud board suddenly stopped sounding again.

She waited for a while, and there was no movement, and no inner supervisor came to her, and everything was quiet. She thought to herself that nothing was too big, so she put down her clothes and went to sleep.

After squinting for about half an hour, Zhuzhi knocked on the door and asked in a low voice, "Is the lady awake?" ”

Feng Ling rubbed his eyes and sat up from the couch, and the bamboo branch urged again: "Wake up, the maid will come in." With that, she pushed the door in with the lamp, put the lamp in her hand on the table, and lit it everywhere. The lady is about to wake up, and the eunuch in front of the saint has come to invite the lady. ”

Feng Ling remembered that she had just heard the cloud board of the report, and the eunuch in the saint's hall was in a hurry again, she knew that there must be something important, but she didn't know what was going on.

Xingye also followed into the house, dusting off this soot plain gauze skirt in her hand, a pink shirt that was so light that it was almost white, and when she entered the house, she asked her to quickly change into a dress, and instructed Xia Fengling to wear hair accessories, only two or three simple and atmospheric silver ornaments.

Feng Ling's heart sank, and he became uneasy: "But the saint ...... What's bad? ”

"Don't think nonsense, lady." Zhuzhi quickly took her clean cloth, picked out a fingertip flower juice paste in a small silver jar and smeared it in the palm of her hand, and pressed her to sit in front of the makeup mirror and comb her bun: "Someone from outside came in to report urgently, saying that the Sikong of the Liang Guogong House was about to die." The saint was so grieved that a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth. ”

Feng Ling sighed "ah", "Vomiting blood is not a good sign, the old minister is dead, why did the saint break his heart so much?" ”

Zhu Zhidao didn't know the reason, and only stepped up the speed of the hair in his hand.

"Gu Niangzi, just hold on." Outside, Ah Sheng's voice.

Feng Ling freshened and dressed properly, opened the door and went out, there were palace people outside to light the way, Ah Sheng stepped forward, urging her to go faster, and he was not as fast as her, together with Ah Sheng, and those palace people who were lighting the way, they all walked in a hurry.

"Saint, I don't think about eating and drinking, but today's beating, more and more, more and more refusing to eat, the general vomited a mouthful of blood, which is really terrifying. Feng Yu of the Shang Pharmacy came to ask for a pulse, and only said that it was that great compassion entered the Heart Sutra, and a mouthful of blood drained his vitality. Ah Sheng walked straight and rude, intermittently told her about the situation of Li Shimin in the Ganlu Palace, and begged: "Gu Niangzi can eat, saint, saint has always been happy, please lady is good, more attentive, more attentive." ”

"The eunuch doesn't have to tell the wind spirit to do his best, but how can the saint be so sad about the departure of an old minister? If all the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty are like this, how can they be born? Feng Ling asked, puzzled.

The temple of manna is already in front of it, and the bright lights in the hall illuminate the road outside the hall clearly. Ah Sheng stood still, took a few deep breaths, and said, "The last time the saint was so sad because of the death of his ministers was when Cai Guogong Du Sikong passed away eighteen years ago. At that time, the saint was in his prime, but he was sick and short of spirit, and now the saint's body is ...... You also know it, go in and try to persuade you. ”

She understands Li Shimin's grief at the moment, and it is afraid that it will not help anyone to persuade her at this time. Even if I was persuaded for a while, the grief was suffocated in my heart, and it was not as good as expressing it happily.

Therefore, she was not in a hurry to go in, but went straight into the small kitchen behind the main hall to see if there were any suitable ingredients, so that she could prepare some food to eat, and when he had calmed down his grief, she should always use some to replenish her strength.

The little chef was originally used to cook tea, prepare tea, fruit and pastries, and the utensils and ingredients were simple, so Feng Ling dealt with a few pieces of rice baskets, which were naturally steamed honey showers unique to her home. She practiced martial arts when she was young, and if the teacher punished her harshly, she held back enough strength to endure her tears, so her mother made this basket with her own hands and poured it with a lot of honey. My mother said that the sweeter the candied food, the more it can dissolve the pain in my heart.

Feng Ling entered the Deganlu Hall with a basket, Li Shimin was wearing a homely single robe, leaning on the brocade, there were still two tears under his closed eyes, and his face was blue with gray and messy hair. There was a faint smell of fish in the air, and he had vomited a mouthful of blood not long ago, and the placket of his clothes was still stained with the scattered blood of the stars.

Feng Ling had never seen Li Shimin look like this, and at first glance, she felt faintly uncomfortable in her heart. She gently placed the small dish containing the basket on the case in front of him, Li Shimin didn't argue, and waved his hand weakly: "All of them are withdrawn." ”

The voice was extremely old, Feng Ling was stunned, suddenly felt that his eyes were hot, rolled a hot tear, and persuaded in a choked voice: "The saint is good to use two mouthfuls, and it is not in vain Feng Ling's thoughts." ”

Li Shimin slowly opened his eyes, raised his sleeve to wipe away the residual tears on his cheeks, and said faintly: "You girl, how do you know the hurt here when you are young, and what tears are falling?" ”

"When the wind spirit saw that the saint was sad so much, he felt uncomfortable." She pursed her lips, wiped away the tears that had accidentally rolled down, and replied unconvincedly: "Feng Ling's righteous brother Shazhou Da Sabao Kang Dazhi was killed by traitors in Dunhuang City, and all of them died. Feng Ling wanted to seek justice for his righteous brother and fight through those days, but now that Liang Guogong is gone, he must not want to see the saint because he destroyed Kang Jian. ”

Li Shimin looked at her with no joy or anger on his face, and after a while, he stretched out his hand and beckoned to her: "Come here, sit here." ”

Feng Ling was shocked, he wanted her to sit at the same table, if he taught people to see it, wouldn't he cure her of the crime of rebellion, she hurriedly shook her head: "Feng Ling doesn't dare." ”

"You have always ignored the palace rules and are arbitrary by nature, how can you also sharpen your temperament in this palace?" Li Shimin conceded half of the seat: "In the past years, how many soldiers sat at the same table with me and ate on the same case, who cared about whether they dared or not. ”

Feng Ling thought about it sideways, and felt that what he said was not bad, so he sat down beside him happily, and took a basket for him with chopsticks and put it in the small plate in front of him.

Li Shimin picked up the jade basket, picked up the basket and took a closer look: "The basket in Jiangnan Province is really peculiar. ”

Feng Ling Nahan, the heart said, the rice basket in Jiangnan Province is also rolled in oil, only my family's is steamed, is it possible that the saint has eaten such a rice basket in the past? And which one did it to him?

"I got up so early, I'm afraid I haven't had breakfast, so I just use some together, which can be regarded as a companion." Li Shimin pointed to another pair of jade chopsticks, interrupting Feng Ling's thoughts. The two abandoned the etiquette of the monarch and the noble, and divided and ate a plate of strange rice cakes.