Behind the Lingbo Hall is a wide river, and the sound of pipa music spreads far and wide. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info not only heard it by Fu Yanyan in front of the door of Lingbo Palace, but even Li Shimin, the general in Hanfeng Palace, also heard it clearly.

He got up and put on his robe, sat down on the edge of the couch in a daze, and listened to the whole song before coughing heavily.

Ah Sheng hurriedly ran forward and asked in a low voice through the curtain, "But the sound of the pipa disturbed His Majesty's sleep?" Then the slave and maid ordered someone to find the one who played. ”

"Let's see who's playing? Just come back and show it, don't interrupt, let him play. Li Shimin instructed in a deep voice behind the curtain.

This strange tune of "Mulan Ci", in his memory, only one person will, in the cold night of the battlefield in the past, he had tired of listening to her chanting and singing over and over again, and this song had already been inadvertently firmly engraved in his mind. In the twenty years since she left, I haven't heard of it again.

The name "Yinghua ......" has been dusty for many years, but it has never been erased from his mind, and he seems to have to work hard to spit out the name gently: "Are you back?" ”

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded outside the curtain, and in a few breaths, Ah Sheng tried to stabilize his breath and said, "Your Majesty, it's the Lingbo Palace, Gu Niangzi is playing." ”

Li Shimin raised his head suddenly, his lower eyelids trembled slightly because of the sudden change in the expression on his face, and his heart quickly swept through the fact that after returning to Beijing from Shazhou, he mentioned that someone had opened a cave to worship Yinghua, he was only a person who had been favored, and he didn't take it very seriously.

The "Mulan Ci" played on the pipa did not stop until the second half of the night, and Li Shimin lay quietly on his back on the couch, his mind entangled by old things and lingering. Yinghua passed away in front of him in the past, so when he saw Fengling for the first time in the bow field, although he was amazed by her appearance similar to Yinghua, he was never so confused that he thought she was Yinghua.

But there is always a trace of hope in his heart that even he doesn't dare to face directly, because of this absurd hope, even though he is disgusted with Yang Shufei's opportunism, but he still leaves the wind spirit by his side to serve Mo, and unreasonably places her in Zhaoqing Palace, and the months of attendants by his side make the vague hope in his heart clearer and clearer.

Until the night, Ah Sheng came to report that the person he played the southern song of "Mulan Ci" was Feng Ling, and he decided to take out the seemingly empty hope from the bottom of his heart and find out.

After the early days of the palace report, Li Shimin couldn't lie down anymore, turned over and sat up from the couch, and called people repeatedly. Ah Sheng hurriedly answered outside the curtain, Li Shimin sat on the edge of the couch and muttered for a moment, and ordered: "Go and pass on Bai Yong, the captain of the Xuanjia Battalion." ”

Because of the Turkic people's visit, just in case, the Xuanjia battalion was mixed with the left and right waiting guards, and came to Cuiwei Palace together. Ah Sheng picked a small inner supervisor with quick legs and feet in front of the door and sent him to give orders.

Before long, the figure of the Xuan-colored robe strode onto the stone steps of the Hanfeng Palace. Ah Sheng introduced Bai Yong into the hall, just stood firm on the side, but unexpectedly Li Shimin wanted to retreat everyone in the hall, he hesitated, and reluctantly led a group of palace maids to retreat outside the hall, and slowly closed the door of the palace, but finally did not catch a word.

Bai Yong didn't wait long in the hall, at most he pushed the door out of the tea. The sky was dark and the lights were dim, Ah Sheng couldn't find anything on his face, so he had to hang his head and send him out, and his heart secretly turned over an unknown number of circles, and it was in vain.

At the beginning of the night, at the coldest time of the night, the wind spirit finally couldn't withstand the dampness and coldness by the river, and the tiredness that came from a pluck, so he took the pipa and entered the temple to rest.

This one lay down, and fell into a deep sleep. This place is located in the southern suburbs of Chang'an, Chang'an's five watch drums can not be passed on, so when is the dawn, when should the morning get up, the wind spirit does not know, half a dream and half a fantasy only feel that there is a black hole in the abyss, sucking her body down and dragging it down.

Just when she felt that she couldn't resist the strength of the abyss and was about to fall, several hands pushed and shook her, pulling her back to reality. Wind Spirit half-opened her eyes, and what slammed into her eyes was the anxious faces of Apricot Leaf and Bamboo Branch.

When everyone saw her open her eyes, they pushed her up with all hands and feet, and hurriedly brought water to make her clean and rub her teeth. Because Feng Ling was not accustomed to being served too closely, no one dared to change her clothes for a while, but she was dazzled and half-leaned on the couch, unwilling to move.

Xingye gritted her teeth and waved away everyone's hands: "I'll come." ”

The rest of them all retreated outside the curtain, leaving Xingye alone in the inner room, and reached out to untie her underwear before accusing her: "Gu Niangzi forgive me, the time is coming, and if you can't delay it anymore, the maid has to offend." ”

The wind spirit was silent, and Xingye didn't care much, untying her underwear with one hand, and quickly taking a clean shirt with the other. As soon as Kyoba's hand touched her skin, she involuntarily let out a "yaw".

The bamboo branch outside the curtain followed and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Xingye couldn't be sure, and quickly covered the palm of his hand between the collarbones, back, and forehead of the wind spirit, and hurriedly said to the curtain: "Gu Niangzi's body is hot, I think it's ...... I think it's a cold and heat. ”

The bamboo branch lifted the curtain and rushed in a few steps, and Xingye hurriedly put the shirt on for her. The bamboo branch also reached out to her forehead and touched it, and it was really hot, and then looked at her cheeks, the crimson hair on both sides was dark, but it was cold and hot.

"How's that okay?" Xingye suppressed her voice low, but she couldn't suppress the anxiety in her voice, "Can you order someone to go to Hanfeng Hall to inform Ah Sheng first, and ask him to speculate on the holy will and make up an idea?" ”

Zhuzhi's mind was turned around with Concubine Yang Shu's entrustment yesterday, secretly thinking, if Feng Ling was sick and couldn't go, who else could dissuade the saint, she stared at Feng Ling's frowning brows, and asked ruthlessly: "Gu Niangzi...... Gu Niangzi? Possibly holding on? ”

Feng Ling brushed away the cool palm of the bamboo branch on his forehead, tried to open his eyes, cleared his swollen and sore throat, and commanded weakly: "Don't get in the way." Get a basin of cold water, prepare some vegetarian powder for me, and then prepare a set of Hu clothes. ”

Zhuzhi was overjoyed when he heard this, and took the palace maids to handle it. After they all left the inner room, Xingye Fang asked worriedly: "The cold and heat are urgent, the lady can't be careless, and it's okay to go to Hanfeng Hall to complain about a disease." ”

Feng Ling knew that he was sick when he was woken up, and when he sat on the couch and fiddled with them, he was already thinking about it for a while. Needless to say, before the trip, it was a cold water bath, and it was cold and wet walking outside, planting the root of the disease, but this disease occurred too late, if you fell ill before the trip, you can avoid this trip to Cuiwei Palace, and you can also avoid facing Ashina Helu. However, this disease had to be catalyzed by the cold of most of the night last night before it was sufficient.