Li Shimin was groggy until May, and the outside of the Hanfeng Hall was already a thick green dripping green, and the people in the Hanfeng Hall were unaware. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Feng Ling herself didn't feel strange, three or four years earlier, where could she be detained in the house at this time. Not far from the outside is the royal hunting garden, and dozens of large Wanliang horses in the stables are not even attracted to her. Her spirit seemed to wilt like Li Shimin, who was asleep all day long.

The prince came from Chang'an City twice, and the first time the battle was quite large, and he accompanied many people, even Liu Zheng's father and son were also accompanying him. I waited outside the Hanfeng Hall for most of the day, but I didn't wait for the saint to wake up, but as soon as everyone left, the saint was able to get up.

A few days later, the prince came to visit again, but this time he only brought the crown princess Wang and a few royal grandsons from Liangdi. Not long after coming, he entered the Hanfeng Palace, and all the people in the hall were sent out, and even Ah Sheng could not wait inside.

Feng Ling led Wang to the side hall to eat tea, Wang was cold and indifferent, not looking at her properly, and didn't even see a polite word. At the previous peony spring banquet, the posture of wanting to look at others was gone. Feng Ling pouted secretly, the same her, as a princess of Runan, how many noble children wanted to marry her back to the town house, as a female businesswoman in the city, others didn't even see her, for her, no one cared about her to be more comfortable.

Even if it was serving tea, the wind spirit was not allowed to get close to the Wang family, and her own internal supervisor stepped forward to take the wooden lacquer plate. Feng Ling glanced at the inner eunuch who stepped forward, it was Suo Liangyin who Liu Shuang sent into the East Palace and took care of the Wang family.

Suo Liangyin took the wooden lacquer plate, his eyes turned on Feng Ling's face, and he couldn't tell whether it was mockery or indifference. Feng Ling suddenly remembered that she had poured medicine into Wang's decoction in the soup pharmacy, and then looked at Wang's reliance on her, and suddenly laughed coldly in her heart, bowed to Wang, and was about to retire.

When she stepped out of the door, Wang called her again and only taught her to talk back outside the door. The high-sounding words were nothing more than for the unsuccessful laying of the wild goose ceremony of the Shangsi Flower Dynasty, which appeased her and commended her for taking care of the saint day and night.

The wind spirit couldn't hear the slightest hint of comfort, and said to himself in his heart: I serve the saint, and I have a relationship with you. Before he became the lord of the inner garden, he had to take up this posture and teach the prince how to favor such a person carved on a wooden board. I don't know how Yin Niang is subordinate, and she can't say that she did it on purpose.

Wang waited for her to thank her, and the wind spirit slowly saluted her, and said modestly: "The wind spirit is afraid, but he doesn't dare to receive this merit." Serving the saints is the inner division of the people of the world, and the wind and spirit do what they should do, so why bother to say. ”

This woman has a sharp tongue, she has heard it from Liu Shuang. Although these words taught her to listen to it uncomfortable, she could not find fault with it, and if the same good commoner was scheming with his tongue, she would never lose her character.

At that moment, she swept the wind spirit with cold eyes, and didn't want to say anything more to her, so she glanced at Suo Liangyin on the side.

Suo Liangyin took a small porcelain altar from the hand of another maid, walked to the door, and presented it to Feng Ling: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince remembered Gu Niangzi's hard work in taking care of the saint, and knew that Gu Niangzi County looked at Jiangnan Road, and after being away from home for a long time, it was inevitable to feel homesick. ”

Feng Ling couldn't help but wonder in her heart, she had no contact with the prince, and the prince had never had a good face when he saw her. It's only that when she bowed with Helu, because she couldn't get used to seeing the Turks bullying the Tang people, she blocked the rattan ball a few times for her. This jar of dried fish is a little hot.

When she took the porcelain altar, her eyes froze on Suo Liangyin's face, thinking that she could learn a thing or two from her. Unexpectedly, Suo Liangyin handed over the porcelain altar, turned around and returned to Wang's side, as if there was no one in his eyes.

It happened that an inner supervisor came to spread that the decoction that the saint was going to use was ready, and it had to be sent in by the wind spirit. Feng Ling took advantage of this to leave, and from Wang's indifferent and disdainful gaze, Suo Liangyin hurriedly ran away with a mocking and malicious look.

She carried the decoction to the front of the steps of the Hanfeng Palace, and when Li Zhi came down from the steps, Feng Ling caught a glimpse of his eyes slightly red, and he was probably very sad. She hurriedly turned to the side and bowed down to make her debut.

Li Zhi walked in front of her, and his feet froze. The wind spirit couldn't help but press his back a little lower, and thanked respectfully: "The wind spirit thanked His Highness for the reward." ”

"Aye, you're so dedicated." Li Zhi nodded, dropped a sentence inexplicably, and strode away.

Aye...... Why don't you call yourself a "saint" and not a "majesty"? "Ayah" is also a name that can be used by outsiders at will? Feng Ling promised in his mouth, feeling awkward in his heart. Thinking about it carefully, the prince was too sad, and he had no scruples for a while, and blurted out his homely words.

The saint waited for the decoction in the hall, and the wind spirit had no time to think about it, so he entered the hall with the decoction.

Feng Ling put down the decoction, Li Shimin turned his face, his eyes were clouded, and he looked exhausted, he looked at the decoction for a while, sighed and waved his hand.

Feng Ling was extremely embarrassed, and he still had to be persuaded, so he said in a low voice: "The medicine stone has been ignored, so I simply don't eat it." ”

"What else does the saint want to use? I'll do it. She leaned down and asked earnestly. Although what he said was left-minded, the wind spirit felt that it was already in this situation, so why not make himself happy, abandon the bitter medicine, and eat what he was willing to eat.

"Feng Ling, Feng Ling......" Li Shimin suddenly became restless and reached out to grab her wrist.

"I'm here, I'm here." The Wind Spirit replied softly, reaching out for him to grasp.

Li Shimin held her wrist, let out a long sigh of relief, and muttered to himself: "Feng Ling, if yes, if your grandmother asks how you are doing, how should Aya answer her?" In the end, Aya can't stand you. ”

He uttered words that seemed vague and understandable, and his eyes lost their brilliance, and his eyes looked through all the obstacles before him, to places that only he could see. The wind spirit sat on the edge of the couch, stiffening his arms for him to hold, thinking that his sanity had only been lost.

Master Xuanzang rushed to translate the scriptures, she read them tens of thousands of times at the bedside, and she had already memorized them well. At this moment, the wind spirit had no other way but to recite the scripture over and over again.

Ah Sheng choked up behind the wind spirit and said: "Eighteen years, although no one mentions it, but the slave knows better than anyone that the saint has never let go of Princess Runan for a moment, and often feels ashamed of Mrs. Yinghua." He wiped the corners of his eyes and turned his back on the other, "It's a shame that I have met Gu Niangzi in the past two years and has given birth to such a look." Even if it's not true, please take care of Gu Niangzi, so that he can spend most of his life thinking and guilt. ”

The wind spirit recited the scriptures with a sullen head, noncommittal, and did not answer.