Tianyi **** is hot, seeing Jiaoxia, the saint's body and bones are gradually sharpened, and the imperial worship of the Shang Pharmacy has changed from asking for pulse every two hours to three diagnoses a day, and the decoction has also changed the prescription. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The decoction sent to the Liangyi Hall was brought to the front of the emperor through the hand of the wind spirit, and the wind spirit sniffed the medicinal gas, and changed the recipe at least three times, and the decoction changed from a thick inky color to a golden brown.

As the saint's strength gradually recovered, the wind spirit removed the brocade in his hand, and where the brocade had been placed, several stacks of newspapers were now stacked, and even the cinnabar was used extremely quickly.

In the past few days, the ministers who entered and exited the Liangyi Hall were like carps crossing the river, changing again and again, Li Shimin spoke to his subordinates, or reprimanded, or praised, or discussed, or listened, never shy away from the wind spirit, she listened silently on the side, although she was not wearing palace clothes, but she was also dressed normally, naturally no one noticed her little waiter.

Within two days, she realized that the saint treated her differently. Previously, she was only a saint and had always been kind, but after listening to the proceedings of the court for two days, she realized Li Shimin's thunderous momentum, and her sharp eyes swept away without anger and self-authority, and His Royal Highness was slaughtered, even if he was a high-ranking person such as the eldest grandson Wuji and Fang Xuanling, and a person who had the courage to admonish Wei Zheng, under his gaze, he could not help but retreat half a step.

The prince and Liu Zheng came together once, and the prince glanced at the wind spirit serving on the king's side, but he still frowned coldly and disdainfully. Liu Zheng was smart and clear-sighted, and he was always vigilant about the movements of Concubine Yang Shufei and Li Ke, the king of Wu, so he had already collected the news and learned that Concubine Yang had sent a woman with a cool appearance to Mrs. Yinghua into the Liangyi Palace.

He had never seen Mrs. Yinghua in his early years, but he knew Mrs. Yinghua's favor as well as those old people in the palace. Since one day the Zhaoqing Hall suddenly became vacant, Mrs. Yinghua and Princess Runan have become taboos within the palace walls, and no one dares to mention them again. He peeked at Feng Ling a few times, only to feel that Ling Xiu was soft and glutinous, and he didn't feel that there were many ** people, but the sacred heart was unpredictable, he quietly cursed Yang Shufei in his heart, the poisonous woman is really a good means, about one day, he has to cheer up to deal with this woman who came out of thin air and seemed to be indisputable.

Feng Ling saw Fu Yan in the Liangyi Palace, and after a few days, he saw him again at Chengtianmen. At that time, in the early morning, the sky was not clear, and the wind spirit was sitting on the chariot, and he was in a hurry to arrive before Li Shimin entered the Liangyi Hall to deal with the court. On the side of the palace wall of Chengtianmen, the two teams flew to the orthogonal class, and the one that was replaced was led by Fu Yanyan.

The chariot walked past him, and the wind spirit greedily looked at his resolute side face through the hanging veil on the chariot, but the inner supervisor who carried the chariot walked too fast, and in just a few breaths, he walked past Fu Yanyan.

Feng Ling hurriedly threw the silk handkerchief in his hand out of the gap in the hanging yarn, and as soon as the light silk handkerchief was removed from the hanging yarn, it happened to encounter a morning breeze blowing from nowhere, and it flew up in an instant, and fell at the feet of Fu Yan.

The wind spirit took the opportunity to call the chariot to stop: "Ah Jian is stationing, the veil has fallen, put down the chakra so that I can teach the wind spirit to pick it up." ”

The four inner eunuchs put down the step steadily, and the one at the head urged her: "Gu Niangzi hurry up, the hour is coming, and the Mojiao saint will arrive at the Liangyi Hall first." ”

Feng Ling nodded indiscriminately, quickly stepped down, and trotted towards the team of Fei Fei who had changed shifts at Chengtianmen. When the team of Fei Fei saw a palace family running over, they didn't dare to look up, and most of them lowered their eyes and stood solemnly. Fu Tanyan had just gathered the team on duty at night, and was about to lead the team back to rest, when he saw a handkerchief fluttering at his feet, but it fell from the step that he was about to pass.

He bent down to pick up the silk handkerchief and was about to step forward to return it, but straightened up, but saw a woman coming down the chariot. It was still dark, the moon had not receded, and in the darkness and fog, he recognized the woman who trotted briskly as the bride who had been separated before he could make his salute.

Even if he is as cold and resolute as him, he can't help but have hot eyes. How many times in the past few months had the thin figure come to him in his sleep, sometimes eager, sometimes leaping, sometimes naïve, sometimes melancholy, every time he reached out to take her into his arms, but he always took a void.

At this time, she really walked towards him, but he couldn't distinguish between reality and falsehood, and he was stunned with a silk handkerchief.

Feng Ling held back his tears, opened his eyebrows and smiled at him, Ying Ying bent his knees: "This veil was originally owned by Feng Ling, thank you to the team, and please return it." ”

Fu Yanyan's eyes tried his best to see her clearly through the gray sky, but he didn't dare to see too clearly, he was afraid that he would not be able to suppress the urge to hug her, and the muscles on his arms were tense and stiff from pinching a tulle silk handkerchief.

"This veil was originally the beloved thing of the wind spirit, and it was waiting for a long time to get it, and now that it has fallen to the ground, the wind spirit is very sad, but fortunately it is still here, and there is still a chance to pick it up. If it were gone, the Wind Spirit would be heartbreaking. She spoke to him slowly, word by word, and a thin layer of moisture covered her eyes, as if the dew had rolled into her eyes before dawn.

Wake up like a dream, straighten the veil and stretch it out to her.

"Please ask Mrs. Gu to hurry up, it's not too early." The inner supervisor who was carrying the chariot not far away urged again.

The wind spirit turned back in response, then turned around again, half-tilted his face, and glanced deeply at Fu Yanyan, so close, but too far away to recognize.

"It doesn't matter if the handkerchief hits the ground, the important thing is that the lady knows where it is, and it will eventually wait for the lady to pick it up." Fu Yanyan handed the handkerchief to her again: "The road ahead is not yet clear, the lady walks carefully, and it is better to wait for someone to pick up the difficult places." ”

Feng Ling understood, her heart was sour, she reached out to take the handkerchief, deliberately stretched her hand forward an extra inch, her fingers lightly fell on the wrist of the Yanyan, and she felt his strong pulse in a breath, just this touch gave her great support.

She looked up and smiled: "Thank you team for your concern, Feng Ling saved." As he spoke, the tips of his fingers slipped over his wrist, and gently across his palm, to take the silk handkerchief, and from the palm of his hand through his bony knuckles, until finally to his fingertips. Seeing that it was about to leave his palm, he flipped his palm over and tried to hold her finger that was gradually leaving.

Feng Ling's reaction was swift, and before his palm could cover it, he pinched the handkerchief and pulled his hand away, and shook it in the air, covering the corner of the handkerchief in the orthodox religion, and no one could see the sudden movement of his hand under the handkerchief.

Feng Ling didn't dare to linger any longer, and hurriedly bowed his knees to him: "Feng Ling, thank you for picking up the handkerchief, and say goodbye first." ”

Fu Yanyan's gaze was still glued to her face, Feng Ling was ruthless, turned around, turned his head and walked back to the side of the chariot, got on the chariot in one breath, put down the hanging veil, and instructed the inner supervisor who carried the chariot: "Hurry up." ”

The draping veil shrouded her, covering her sobbing face, and she lowered her voice as much as possible in the veil, and spit out deeply a few times before she slowly calmed down. (To be continued.) )