Feng Ling has not seen Li Shimin for eight or nine months since he left the palace, and he heard that he was ill repeatedly, and he struggled on the sickbed for several months, and it didn't take long to survive. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Before he could enter the door, a muffled cough came from inside the Liangyi Palace.

Feng Ling's eyes drooped, staring at the square lotus-patterned water-milled green brick under her feet, counting her steps to Li Shimin, she felt weak in her heart, knelt on the ground and made a big salute, and saw the saint.

"I've recuperated an injury, but it's a courtesy?" Li Shimin joked in a low voice, but Feng Ling could hear his low voice, but he couldn't raise it because he couldn't speak strongly.

She straightened up and looked up, and couldn't help but be surprised, but saw that Li Shimin's hair was just a little white, almost gray, not only hair, but even the two mustaches on his lips were much whiter. She remembered that she was most afraid of his forced gaze before, but now that she saw it, her eyes seemed to be much cloudier. I don't know if it's because of the initial recovery from a serious illness, or because I haven't seen her for a long time, the gaze that fell on her became softer than before.

"Sage ......" Feng Ling suddenly a little sad to say, she did not enter the palace before she also heard that the sage was young to fight for the dynasty, and then taught her to make the gods send into the palace, every day to accompany the Mo, although he saw that his martial and heroic appearance no longer exists, but heard and saw him deal with political affairs, far-sighted, decisive and fierce, and another imperial momentum.

The person in front of him was the same as the two people who were judged eight or nine months ago, his hair was gray, his breath was vain, and his spirit dissipated. The emperor is in the twilight, and it is even more desolate.

Li Shimin smiled indifferently: "But do you think I'm old?" ”

Feng Ling hurriedly bent his knees and lowered his head: "Feng Ling doesn't dare, the saint only has occasional minor illnesses, why do you say this." ”

"If you are old, you are old, and there is no one who is not old. How did you change your temper and become as weak and aggrieved as them, but they deliberately changed someone? Li Shimin smiled and pointed at her and pretended to scold.

The discomfort in Feng Ling's heart was even more uncomfortable, but he smiled on his face: "The saint always makes fun of Feng Ling. ”

Li Shimin laughed intermittently, feeling a kind of comfort in returning to his position, and gossiped with Feng Ling again, asking about the injury. Feng Ling had heard Fu Yanyan say what Concubine Yang Shu had said in front of the saint, and thought that although she was making it up, it would save a lot of trouble, so she agreed to her meaning.

When Feng Ling came back, Li Shimin couldn't help but talk a little more, and after half an hour, he showed tiredness, and Qiashang Pharmacy came in to ask for a pulse into the decoction, and Feng Ling retreated, still going back to Zhaoqing Hall to rest.

Ah Sheng personally sent out the Liangyi Palace, he thought that it was true that the wind spirit was not the princess of Runan, and the saint should be cold in this heart, but the general listened to the answer between the saint and the wind spirit, and did not see the saint treating her coldly, and still did not call herself "I" between her words, which was very kind. What a clever human spirit he was, he immediately understood how to treat the wind spirit and how to repay Yang Shufei.

Back to the Zhaoqing Palace, the bamboo branch and the palace people surrounded the front, and it was inevitable that there would be another greeting salute. Feng Ling was afraid that Zhuzhi would say something from Xingye, so when he returned to the hall, he used the excuse of "Xingye has served for several months, and it is really hard", and transferred Zhuzhi to his side to serve day and night, so that she could watch under her nose, and not teach her to have a chance to work Xingye.

After resting for most of the day, Feng Ling was suddenly pleasantly surprised to find that when she left the palace, all the palace relatives rushed to visit and win over, and there was no more. She thought to herself that everyone already knew that she had nothing to do with Princess Runan, and they were all cold-hearted. This was the first thing she was happy about after returning to the Inner Garden.

Fortunately, she was able to do what she had to do quietly.

A few days after returning to the palace, Feng Ling returned to the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and the officials of the past were still there, but they were replaced. After inquiry, I learned that the pioneer Tang Jian and Tang Shangshu were not good in the matter of tax merchants, and many wealthy businessmen and tycoons had the support of court officials behind them. His final role is to confess the determination of the tax merchant for the saint.

Thanks to the blessing of the original Shangshu, when everyone saw the wind spirit coming back, they were no longer unconvinced, and they did not dare to engage in favoritism, no matter what she wanted or asked, they all cooperated.

Feng Ling extracted the business books of the merchants she was targeting, and carefully studied and compared them every day. The saint summoned a little more than before, and she herself wanted to know the battle report sent back by Goryeo, so she took on the errand of serving Mo the next day.

In fact, Li Shimin's body and bones are not as good as before, and the prince is in charge of the country during his illness, and there is nothing wrong with him, and he does not care much after he recovers, but the most suspenseful thing is the war in Goryeo, so Feng Ling said that he was serving Mo, but in fact, most of the time he only accompanied him to talk.

Even the living man who had to record the king's words and deeds in the palace was sent away, and when he spoke, he didn't care about the dignity of the monarch and the minister. From time to time, the two of them sat on the table, and the wind spirit told him about the journey of the merchant, and he gave her a story about the war in the past. If it weren't for the fact that Feng Ling still had a thorough investigation of the Liu family's affairs in his heart, and was still thinking about the safety of the delay, such a day would be a rare peace and quiet.

Goryeo's good news came back frequently, and Li Shimin's eyesight was overwhelmed, so he read it to him by Feng Ling.

“…… Xue Gong, the general manager of the Qingqiu Road march, made the Xuanjia battalion attack Daxing City, and General Yunlu led 3,000 cavalry to break the enemy formation and kill the enemy's general's husband Sun Yu in front of the horse. Feng Ling thought of Fu Yanyan's name, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason. According to the meaning of the report, he seems to have made another war exploit, as if he has killed many people.

Li Shimin shook his head with satisfaction, there was no one in the palace except for the palace maid and inner supervisor, so he asked excitedly: "What do you think of Ayan?" ”

Feng Ling was stunned, pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, and avoided his gaze by pouring tea for the saint: "The saint's general, since the saint should judge, why do you want to ask the wind spirit?" ”

Li Shimin took the tea and said with a smile: "I won't teach you to comment on his political achievements and military achievements, only about him." ”

When the saint asked, the wind spirit spoke directly. As far as Feng Ling knows, General Yan has an upright character, is loyal, and his appearance is also very heroic, which is really the quality of Zhilan. Feng Ling hesitated in his heart, and simply answered him, the left and right saints knew that she was straightforward, not as shy as those noble women.

Li Shimin nodded and smiled, half teasing and half tentatively asking, "Can you admire him?" ”

At the beginning of this question, Feng Ling almost choked on her saliva, even if she didn't twist it anymore, she was still a woman, thinking that the saint had forgotten that she was a daughter. On second thought, since this question is asked, is it not to point me to his marriage?

"How, exactly?" After not hearing the wind spirit for a long time, Li Shimin asked again.

Feng Ling gritted his teeth secretly, and said to himself in his heart: After the sixth ceremony, the goose was laid, and the marriage was complete, and Ayan and I were already a serious husband and wife, so what if we recognized it.

She nodded her head: "Like General Yan, naturally no one will admire him." ”

Li Shimin finally laughed: "Since ancient times, heroes have always had the love of beauty. ”

After laughing for a while, the wind spirit waited for him to do next, but he didn't hear him mention it again.