When the sky was slightly dark, the palace people walked around in the Hanfeng Hall and lit the lamps and candles in various places in the hall one by one. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Xu It was this sound that woke Li Shimin up.

He opened his eyes slightly, avoiding the glare of the lamps and candles, and in his slitted eyes, the figure leaning on the edge of his couch was in a trance. He recalled the year of the conquest of Xue Rengao, he suddenly had malaria, in order not to delay the military situation, he begged for a quick recovery, took the risk of drinking a fierce decoction, fell asleep for a few days, and when he first woke up, he saw Yinghua leaning on the side of his bed, which was exactly the same as the scene in front of him at this moment, and even the people guarding the couch were so similar.

Counting on your fingers, it should be thirty years. Li Shimin sighed tremblingly, and said silently in his heart: Yinghua, I taught you to wait alone for all these years, and I have suffered you.

Feng Ling suddenly heard Li Shimin sigh, saw him wake up, thinking that he had woken up less today, he hurriedly put down the scroll he was looking at in his hand, and picked up the scriptures to read. Li Shimin raised his hand slightly and shook it, signaling that she didn't have to read the scriptures.

The potion was warm in hot water, and he didn't want to listen to the scriptures, so the wind spirit went and brought him the medicine.

Just as he was about to get up, he heard him call weakly from the couch: "Feng Ling......"

Feng Ling was stunned and froze.

"Feng Ling, don't be busy, sit and talk." Although Li Shimin's voice was low, Feng Ling never heard it wrong, he was indeed calling "Feng Ling", and for a while she didn't know who he was talking to.

"Feng Ling, what day is today?" He turned his head to look at the Wind Spirit.

Feng Ling was sure that he was talking to himself, and he had the intention to correct it, but when he saw his cloudy eyes, his heart softened, and he responded: "Sage, today, it is the third day of March. ”

"Shangsi Flower Asahi ......" Li Shimin sighed: "Today, it should be the day for you to perform the memorial ceremony, but you taught me to live up to it." ”

"Don't say that again, a saint." Feng Ling's heart was sour, and the tip of his nose was sour, "Feng Ling is not in a hurry, but the saint is in a hurry." ”

Li Shimin was silent for a long time, as if he was a little drowsy. Feng Ling only thought that he was going to sleep again, thinking that he had not entered the water and rice all day, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, "Feng Ling boiled some thick rice soup, and the saint should go in and sleep again." ”

Ah Sheng stepped forward with another inner prisoner and helped him sit up, and stuffed brocade behind him to resist his body and prevent him from sliding. Li Shimin ate a few mouthfuls of rice soup, waved his hand and said, "That's it." In the past, he immediately fought in the Quartet, but now he can't even sit on the couch. ”

Feng Ling put down the silver bowl with most of the rice soup left, and barely held up a smile: "The saint woke up so easily today, let's talk about the side, not those dull words." ”

Li Shimin pulled the corners of his lips and smiled, and looked at Feng Ling for a long time, "You should not be let down at such an age, but because of my own selfish thoughts, I want to teach you to accompany me for a while, and I have repeatedly delayed here." Let's go back to Chang'an City...... Go find Ayan. ”

Feng Ling shook his head: "The saint has never delayed the wind spirit, and the wind spirit is willing to accompany him here." ”

Li Shimin smiled and closed his eyes, as if he was very tired: "Go, good boy." Ayan is very good, you have chosen well, since you are a good person, you can't bear him, just go. And today was supposed to be your funeral, but it didn't come true, you go and say 'I'm sorry......' to him for me."

These words seemed to exhaust all his strength, and as he spoke, his breath weakened again, and he fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Ah Sheng stepped forward to remove the brocade behind him, helped him lie down, and persuaded: "The saint has to sleep, Gu Niangzi will go to run this trip for the saint and tell General Yan clearly." ”

An hour later, the gate of Chang'an was closed, and on the dark official road outside the Yanping Gate, a horse suddenly rushed out of the darkness and rushed towards the city gate. The guards on the upper floor saw it from afar and told the doorman on duty.

The big Wanliang horse came to the city gate in a blink of an eye, and the guard saw that it was a woman in a bearded dress, who came alone from outside the dark city, and was not surprised, and when he was about to be questioned, the woman tore off a bronze medal from her waist and threw it at him.

The guards took a look, and hurriedly turned around and shouted to the rest of the guards behind him: "Cuiwei Palace is in a hurry, open the door quickly!" ”

Feng Ling took back the bronze medal, and before he even had time to dismount, he rode his horse straight into the caliber of the slightly open city gate, bypassed the Longevity Fang in one go, and ran to the inconspicuous house in the depths of Huaiyuan Fang.

The door of the house was closed, and the wind spirit dismounted and knocked on the door, and it took a long time for someone to answer the door.

The servant who opened the door was suddenly lost when he saw the wind spirit, and he called the old steward at a loss. The wind spirit shoved the reins into his hand and pushed open the door of the house and hurried inside.

When the old steward heard the voice, he greeted her inside, rubbed his hands and said helplessly: "The lady came at the right time, in the second half of today, Ah Lang moved two large jars of wine into the house, closed the door, and no one was allowed to enter, the old slave went to ask, and he couldn't ask for a word, and there was no movement in the house." If you knock on the door again, a cup will be smashed on the door frame......"

He trotted all the way behind Feng Ling to the door of the main house, and before he finished speaking, he didn't need to say anything more to see the situation, so he bowed to Feng Ling and said: "The old slave is useless, the lady is so good to persuade Ah Lang to do something, and call the old slave if there is something." After that, he withdrew from the backyard and ordered no one to go in and disturb him.

Feng Ling suddenly hesitated in front of the door, that day in Shazhou, she so crisply promised to delay, until now, it has been three years. Within three years, most of the time because of her, I missed him back and forth, and it was difficult not to teach him to be cold. And now, she is ashamed.

The door of the house suddenly opened, and Feng Ling looked up in astonishment, but saw Fu Yan standing in the dim door, his eyes flickering, although there was the smell of wine, but it was faint and nothing.

"What are you doing standing outside the door? Isn't the night breeze cold? He had not spoken for a long time, and his voice was low and hoarse.

The wind spirit reached out to him with a hand, teaching him to grasp it in the palm of his hand. Although it was late spring in March, the wind at night was still very cold, and the wind spirit galloped all the way for fifty miles, and the cool breeze had already penetrated her robe and blown her cold.

Her cold, numb hand warmed up in his palm, and she followed his force and stepped into the room. There was a sudden gust of wind behind him, and the door of the house did not know how to teach him to close it instantly, and the wind spirit only felt a sudden force to firmly fix her on the door.

Her eyes didn't have time to adjust to the darkness of the room, and the faint smell of mellow wine fell on her cold cheeks, and a low, hoarse voice repeated in her ear, "Why are you so late?" ”

"Ayan, Ayan, I'm sorry ......" As soon as she opened her mouth, the tears in her eyes couldn't help but roll down, crossing her face that lacked temperature, and she felt particularly hot, she said with a sore throat: "It's me who is too selfish and has dragged you down so far." From now on, you don't have to wait any longer, I can't stop you. ”