After a long time, Chuntuo heard his voice that couldn't distinguish between joy and anger: "Go down, so that you can start selecting people." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Sister, I want to learn from my aunt, and I want to be the second eldest princess who calls for wind and rain in Weiyang Palace in Changle Palace.

The queen mother will not be the queen mother, and she will not become the father and emperor.

He turned back to the side hall, where Gillian was lying on the table practicing calligraphy. No, he frowned. As soon as she heard his approach, she straightened up, straightened her waist, and hung her wrists to write decently. Liu Che was a little depressed and made her laugh, and he didn't tear her down.

Walked over to her and corrected her posture. I took the wolf hair that was resting on the pen holder on the side, spread out a piece of gold paper, and the pen was strong.

Gillian couldn't write anymore for a long time, and when she saw that the emperor was about to show her hand, she leaned over curiously to look at it. He learned calligraphy at the age of three, and he has high requirements for himself, so naturally he is not comparable to a beginner like Gillian.

Liu Cheyun's pen is round and strong, and the turning point is soft and round. The strokes are evenly stopped, dense at the top and sparse at the bottom, and stretched calmly. Gillian saw the back, and also held her breath to watch him write.

Finally, he finished writing the last stroke.

The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, and Weijia is returning to his hometown.

He wrote a song of the great wind, a masterpiece of Gaozu expressing his heart and being heroic and self-indulgent.

He didn't write the third sentence, and Ande was guarding the Quartet. He kept this sentence in his heart, his wrist hanging high, and finally put it down.

The rebellion of the Seven Kingdoms, the humiliation of relatives, the hatred of humiliation.

He did not forget it for a moment, he remembered it deeply. In the first year of his reign, he reformed the horse administration and encouraged the people to raise horses.

Later generations always talked about the prosperity of the Han Dynasty, and they were honored to Wei Qinghuo to break the Huns. And the creator of all this is now buried in the ground like a nineteen-year-old cicada, waiting for Xia Ming.

No matter how Gillian feels about her fate, she will always be sincerely proud of Liu Che. In the history of the farming nation, it is a historical blessing to be able to produce a war overlord like Liu Che and play a majestic style for thousands of years. Probably, there are few people who are not impressed by the martial arts of this emperor of the ages.

Liu Che breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to see how Gillian wrote. met her eyes full of light and adoration, and was instantly satisfied.

He was healed at once, and he reached out and touched her head: "What's wrong?" It's not good to write about yourself. ”

It's really naïve to want to praise him yourself. Gillian twitched the corners of her mouth and didn't answer his words. Gently picked up Liu Che's handwriting from both ends on the case, it was a bit of a pity, the current paper was yellow and rough and so expensive.

However, this pity is that he won't understand it even if he tells the emperor. She gently blew off the ink, raised her chin and said with a bright face, "Your Majesty, can you give me this?" "Under the lamp, her skin is like ice and snow, and she is like a virgin.

Gillian doesn't like calligraphy, so naturally she doesn't like collecting these. I want it now, isn't it because I wrote it? The emperor's brain began to be sweet again, but the expression on his face did not move, and he only nodded slightly.

What about the master calligraphers? The emperor wrote it as an emperor like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. Absolute national treasure level, must be a collector's edition. Don't hang it up too facelessly, Gillian happily called in Begonia and told her to take it down carefully and carefully, and asked Bauhinia to take it out tomorrow and frame it.

Liu Che kept watching with a smile on the corner of his mouth as Gillian made a lot of requests to let Haitang go down, but his troubles about the heirs and the reform of the court were much lighter.

It's always a great experience to be cherished.

Since becoming the emperor, even my own sister and brother have gradually changed their taste. He is becoming more and more like a loner, and there are more and more people who want to curry favor with him, and he is almost unable to see people's hearts.

And only Jiaojiao, until now, always worships him, trusts him, and treats him with admiration as he did when he was two or three years old.

He has long understood that the more he gains, the more he loses. However, it is enough for him to keep Jiaojiao's current appearance.

He stepped forward and took her hand and walked out of the temple.

The hot water had already been prepared, and the two of them washed up and lay down.

After a tiring day, although she was afraid of the unknown of what happened before, Gillian fell asleep quickly. Lying on the couch, Liu Che closed his eyes and pondered for a while, thinking about whether to tell her that he was already choosing someone.

Come to think of it, don't hide it from her, it's better to tell her early.

By the time he turned his head to look at her, she was already asleep. Tranquility was still as carefree as a child, and he sighed softly.

He was always worried about her, afraid that she would be anxious. But he saw that the people from her to the servants in the Jiaofang Palace were not like a person who was anxious for the heir, whether he was in a hurry or not.

is not in a hurry to live as usual, what she lacks, he will naturally hold it in her hand in the same way.

He threw his arms around her and slept peacefully.

The hall was quiet, and Begonia and Magnolia came in and quietly left only a palace lamp in the corner and then exited. After changing the bauhinia and the wooden pen to keep vigil outside, Chuntuo came before six o'clock.

After waiting for a while, I heard His Majesty calling for someone in the room. In the past, it was Chuntuo who took the maid in to serve Liu Che to dress and wash. Since Gillian married into the palace, it was inconvenient in the end, so she was replaced by four begonias.

Therefore, Chuntuo waited until Liu Che was dressed and washed before serving him to eat.

The queen mother, virtuous for a while, accompanied His Majesty to get up early for dinner every day. However, today it seems that the virtuous is enough.

Gillian slept until almost noon, which was really a bit unpresentable. In desperation, Begonia had to go in and call Gillian.

Gillian is dreaming, and in the dream she is back in modern times. She woke up on the cold operating table again, and the strong light pierced her to tears, but she couldn't open her eyes. She heard a simple female voice reporting a series of vital signs, and then a gentle male voice breathed a sigh of relief: "The patient has been rescued and sent to the intensive care unit for observation for two days." ”

She had a clear mind, and she worked hard to find what she could get. Finally, she touched the cold sensation peculiar to metal. After 18 years of heart disease, although I have paid good attention, I am no stranger to the operating table.

Is it dreaming? Was he rescued again? She was a little confused, but her heart was in ecstasy. She felt like she was being pushed out of the operating room, and the smell of disinfectant water characteristic of hospitals filled the tip of her nose. She hated the smell for a while, but when she thought she would never smell it again, there was something kind about it.

She gradually felt that she could see clearly, and she felt herself enter another hospital room. The nurse in the white coat who always took care of her with delicate eyebrows gave her a drip, and she wanted to open her mouth to speak, but it seemed that she had not spoken for too long, and she could not make a sound.

You can only look outside through the corners of your slightly open eyes, showing the white lights of modern civilization and the white walls. Gillian suddenly felt that the strength of her whole body had faded like a tide, and the decades of the Han Dynasty flashed in her heart. With mixed joys and sorrows, she has indeed returned to modern times?

She closed her eyes, and a hot tear was left on her cold lips, sealing the slightly trembling lips that wanted to speak but couldn't.

Suddenly, however, she was plunged into endless darkness.

She couldn't see anything, she couldn't make a sound.

She could only feel the weightlessness of the rapid sinking, and she panicked.

She seemed to be sinking little by little into the bottomless sea, and she was particularly powerless.

She gradually became a floating leaf, swirling with the waves. A little bit, the last consciousness is lost.

It seemed like a long, long time later, the sound of the waves was gone. The world slowly quieted down, and she surfaced, and the sun shone on her face, making her dizzy.

It was as if she was climbing a mountain, and when she stepped into the air, she screamed in fright.

Finally, I woke up from my dream and opened my eyes suddenly.

The curtain raised with the wind is the brocade yarn that Shu County has just paid tribute, shining in the sun. The Changxin Palace lamp in front of the couch is simple and chic, and the craftsmanship is excellent. The unique aroma of Jiaofang Hall mixed with the long-burning incense of agarwood came to her nose, and the pink walls she saw made her lose her strength at once.

The walls of the palace are painted with powder made from the flowers of the pepper tree, and the color is pink, which has an aromatic taste and protects the wooden structure, and has the effect of preventing moths. Therefore, it is called the Jiaofang Palace.

It was obviously March in the spring, but she was sweating profusely, and her middle clothes were soaked from the inside out. Tightly exhaled on her body, making her very uncomfortable.

Her heart ached, was she dreaming? She wondered more than once that everything in the Han Dynasty was just a dream. She also asked herself in her heart if she was willing to give up everything in the Han Dynasty. After cutting open herself, she admits that even if she is living a golden life now, she still wants to return to her former self.

Even if there is no health. However, there is freedom.

She was in a daze, and a bunch of people gathered around from outside the hall. It was Begonia who started the head, and she hurriedly burned away with a gust of wind.

Niangniang slept until almost noon today, and she didn't wake up yet, and when she went to call her, she screamed several times through the curtain and did not move. When I opened it, the mother's sleeping brows were knotted, and she was unconsciously muttering something.

Mother, are you sad again?

But this time, after screaming a lot, she couldn't wake up, and Begonia slowly turned white.

And by the time she rushed out to call for someone and came in again, the mother had already sat up.

Begonia pounced on it with relief, waving his hand to call the healer who had arrived in a hurry to retreat. stepped forward and shook Gillian's hand. Touching her hand and touching her forehead, there was no fever, everything was normal, and her voice relaxed: "Niangniang, I was scared to death just now." ”

Gillian was stunned for a while before focusing back on Begonia. She wanted to cry a little, why did this dream come so true? She almost felt that as long as she tried a little harder, she would be able to open her eyes, she would be able to look at her parents again, and she would be able to stay in the modern era and have freedom.

It took her a while to accept the reality of returning to the Han Dynasty, she was lying on Haitang's shoulder weakly, wanting to cry but couldn't. She has been in the Han Dynasty for 18 years, and it is the first time that she has returned to the modern era so truly and clearly, to the modern age where she can have freedom.

Haitang still gently patted her shoulder to coax her to sleep like she did when she was a child, and her tone was gentle: "Did Niangniang have a nightmare?" The begonias are here, mother. ”

But I'm a little worried in my heart, and Niangniang also had such a dream when she was a few years old. Today's situation looked more serious, she muttered something that Begonia couldn't understand, as if she wanted to grab something.

The appearance of being pale and sweating profusely but not waking up made Begonia tighten her heart. She has taken care of Gillian since she was a child, and Gillian is more like her dearest relative besides her parents in her heart. She stroked the ends of Gillian's hair, coaxing her like a child.