The wind spirit ran in her sleep for most of the night, she vaguely saw the broad and tall back of the breeze striding in front of her, but there was a thick fog between her and him, she ran all the way to catch up with him, calling him not to, repeatedly approaching, stretched out her hand, and grabbed the air. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Somehow, I didn't know how to disappear the figure of Fu Yanyan, and replaced it with the situation in Yu Hang's house, my mother sat by the window, and a few green phoenix tail bamboos were bent and pressed down, forming a canopy above my mother's head. Daddy sat in the courtyard, Daddy's eyes were poor, she and Daddy competed with Brother to read to him, Daddy sometimes pretended not to understand, and took the opportunity to test the brother and sister, she was complacent to see through Daddy's little plan, and she was also excited to get ahead of Brother, and the mother behind the window covered her mouth and smiled.

The sun shone softly in the courtyard, like the temperature of Daddy grabbing her wrist, making her extremely peaceful and comfortable. She opened her eyes slowly, and there was such a good sunshine in her hand, but there was a tearing pain in her throat and eyes, and it burned like a fire.

Xiao Gongren, who was sitting next to her bed, jumped up suddenly, lowered his voice but couldn't suppress the excitement in his voice, and jumped out in a few steps. "Sister Xingye, Sister Zhuzhi, wake up, wake up!"

Immediately, Xingye ran in: "It's awake." She rushed to the couch like a gust of wind, and took the wind spirit's wrist to confirm it over and over again. Zhu Zhi smiled half-smiled and curtsied: "Gu Niangzi is really blessed." ”

Xingye couldn't suppress her excitement, and told the story of last night in a patchwork, and when the sage heard her talk nonsense, Xingye subconsciously paused, and finally couldn't hold back the question: "It's really confusing, last night, the saint was just about to leave, and the lady shouted nonsense, called a few 'Aya', and the saint stayed, and stayed until dawn, before returning to Hanfeng Hall to deal with government affairs." But...... But...... Why did the lady call 'Aya'? ”

Feng Ling looked at the apricot leaf blankly, and then moved his gaze to the face of the bamboo branch, both of whom had inquiry written on their faces. She cleared her throat and drove away some of the painful feelings: "I always miss my grandmother at home when I am sick." ”

Xingye nodded clearly: "Who said it wasn't." The bamboo branch slowed down, nodded his head, and suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly bent his knees: "Zhang Fengyu instructed the lady to enter the decoction as soon as she woke up, the decoction has already been soaked, and the slave maid will go to watch them fry." ”

The bamboo branch walked away quickly, and the footsteps disappeared on the eaves outside the hall. Feng Ling dragged a collar of silk wrapped around his shoulders to block the cold, but he caught a glimpse of the apricot leaf had changed his expression, and he was a little panicked: "Last night, the slave maid was next to the lady, closer than everyone else, and it was clear that the lady was not calling 'Aya', but 'Ayan'." Now there is no one, don't say those excuses for missing grandma, the lady is a southerner, and has always only been called 'Daddy', not accustomed to being called 'Aya', even if she misses her grandmother, she should also call 'Daddy'. ”

Xingye was close to the wind spirit, and a pair of eyes were close to her: "Who is 'Ayan'?" ”

Feng Ling's heart jumped straight up, and he was not to be outdone, and he said unobtrusive stubborn words: "I actually underestimated you, in the past, only bamboo branches had this twisted mind, it turned out that you were better than her, and you hid it very carefully, I can't see that you have such a heart." ”

There was no one around, and the apricot leaves snorted "bah", throwing away the wrist of the wind spirit held in his hand, and also losing the previous Zhengsu. "If I have the mind of a bamboo branch, why should I avoid her to ask you, it is better for you to burn people's hearts with this. You don't have to answer me, that 'Ayan' of Raushzi, you don't know who it is when you look at me? ”

Feng Ling's mind sank, and he was afraid that the name would jump out of Xingye's mouth, thinking about whether to pretend to have a convulsion again and faint for a while.

"That must be the name of your lover outside the palace." Xingye said coldly: "What do you say about missing your grandmother, I'm afraid that you will stay in the palace for a long time, and missing your lover is serious." ”

Feng Ling closed his eyes heavily, and let out a sigh quietly: "Could it be that you don't know the palace rules like me?" Hu should be smacked in the mouth. ”

Xingye crooked the corners of her mouth, with a look of "sure enough, teach me to guess", a little unwilling and a little disdainful glanced at Feng Ling, no longer spoke, stood up and got busy with the things next to her.

"Xingye ......," Feng Ling's mind replied little by little, "You just said that the saint heard me call 'Aya', so he stayed here all night?" ”

Xingye glanced at her with a strange expression, nodded, didn't dare to speak loudly, only muttered in a low voice: "I have been in the palace for many years, and the name of the saint to cherish the heir has always been there...... Think, Princess Runan? ”

Her muttering was light and fast, and she went about her work as if nothing had happened.

Feng Ling knew that Xingye had spoken such forbidden Chinese because she believed in herself, if it weren't for that, how could an old palace person with such qualifications as her speak so carelessly. She hugged her knees and stared at Xingye's busy back, and said in her heart: Last night's every move in Lingbo Hall was now spread in Cuiwei Palace, but I am afraid that it has been transmitted back to Chang'an.

Ah Sheng's door announcement and the sound of the bamboo branch sounded outside the hall together, and the wind spirit turned around from deep thought, busily took care of his skirt and silk, got down from the couch, and just put on the silk shoes The door of the palace opened. She walked out of the inner room tightly, bypassed the single screen separating the front hall from the inner room, and stepped forward to salute Li Shimin, who had entered the door.

Li Shimin looked at her from top to bottom with a smile, nodded and said, "Sure enough, it's good." He waved his arm at the bamboo branch: "Now that the decoction is available, there is no need to be formal, so hurry up and eat it." ”

A bowl of sour and bitter medicinal juice stretched out under the tip of Feng Ling's nose, Feng Ling obediently took the medicine bowl, and said on his knees: "Feng Ling is useless, and he is tired of the saint's heart." ”

Li Shimin waved his hand to signal her to drink the decoction quickly, Feng Ling smiled slightly, brought the bowl to his lips and swallowed the bitter medicinal gas, and after only a few breaths, he put the bowl back in the tray in Zhuzhi's hand.

"You shouldn't have taken a bow when the wind and cold broke out, Zhang Fengyu said that you already have qi syncope, do you know?" Li Shimin watched her indifferently pour a bowl of bitter medicinal juice into her stomach, but he was a little surprised, and a little annoyed that she was competitive.

Xingye moved the brocade leaning over, so as to teach the wind spirit to sit down and speak, and the wind spirit still had some strength on his body, so he leaned down and sat down. "It is true that there is a syndrome of syncope, and my mother said that it was brought from the mother's womb, so since she was a child, she has ordered Feng Ling to practice fists, feet and swords, and practice cold and summer, in order to strengthen the foundation of fitness. Over the years, most of them have been healed, and if they have an occasional illness, they will be better if they take a break, so they don't matter. ”

Feng Ling wanted to say that her fainting was not caused by convulsions, let alone cold and heat, but that someone had moved under the saddle and caused her to fall from her horse. But when the words came to her mouth, she taught her to swallow it back. She grasped the barbed object hidden under the saddle before falling from the horse, but this small object alone could not be concluded. In an eventful season, it is better to say more than one less, and wait and see how it changes.