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Xiao Yunjin was sick, suddenly sick, very sick. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Since returning from Shuhui Palace that day, he suddenly lingered on the sickbed, sometimes good and sometimes bad, soaked in the sea of medicinal decoction every day, and the bitter taste wafted inside and outside the hall, which was well known.

The imperial doctor came and went like a marquee, but Xiao Yunjin always shouted heartache.

Yelu Longxu would come to visit every day, sad and helpless, sitting silently and leaving silently.

The next day, I came silently again.

In the blink of an eye, it's time to "welcome the festival".

On the night of the thirteenth day of July, the Son of Heaven set up a tent for accommodation thirty miles west of the palace, and prepared wine and food beforehand.

On the night of the 14th day of July, all the armies and tribes played the music of the clan, drank and feasted until dusk, and returned to the palace.

This is called "Yingjie".

July 15 is the Midyear Festival.

On this day, the feast.

The next day, Yu Shuang, went to the West again, and accompanied the army three times.

This is called "send-off".

The queen gave a banquet, but Xiao Yunjin couldn't go, so he rewarded some wine and meat.

"Go to the queen and thank me for it."

After Xiao Yunjin finished instructing the fans, he asked Qiong'er and Yao'er to bring the rewarded wine and meat to the palace attendants and palace maids who were busy.

These people are very grateful, and they are more and more dedicated.

After the Midyear Festival, the weather is a little cooler.

But Xiao Yunjin's illness still did not improve.

On this day, it rained heavily, and the palace people hid in the house.

"The rain is falling, and the court has sent a letter, asking my brother to be a soldier, and he will carry the scimitar."

Fan Er frequently poked her head out of the window and sang a song she learned from somewhere.

"My fans miss my brother, in a few years, I'll let you go out of the palace to find my brother."

Xiao Yunjin leaned back on the couch and quipped.

"Where is the slave and maid brothers, just to see when the rain will stop. Niangniang's illness has not improved, and it has encountered heavy rain, and the humidity is not conducive to recuperation. ”

Fan Er blushed, turned her head, pouted, and argued.

"Where is it so expensive, when it used to rain......"

I wanted to say that I had a water fight, but I felt that it was inappropriate, so I suddenly stopped.

In the past, the scene of playing with my younger brothers after the rain resurfaced in front of me, and I am afraid that I will never forget it.

It was raining again, but the frolicking could no longer be heard.

"Although the emperor takes good care of his younger brothers, he doesn't know what the situation is doing."

Xiao Yunjin thought secretly.

"In the past, when slaves and maids were at home, they would play with the mud every time it rained. This is what the turtle made of mud looks like. ”

Seeing the gloomy expression of the master, the fan pretended to be naughty, put his hands behind his back, as if carrying a shell, and pulled his head and melon seeds.

"Hahaha, look at your naughty energy, how can you get married! Open the window wider, the air outside is so refreshing. ”

"No, my mother's body can't stand the cold."

No, no.

"It's just that it's bigger, and I'm not paper-made, where is that squeamish."

"Okay."

Fan agreed, and very unhappily opened the crack in the window a little wider.

The rain outside was so heavy that it was pouring down.

Both the master and servant were silent, quietly listening to the rhythm of the rain hitting the roof of the temple.

"Niangniang, look, what are those people doing here, why are they so flustered."

The fan with his face against the curtain screamed.

"Ah, it's the general manager of Anda, what are the instructions for coming here on such a rainy day?"

"I have an urgent matter to see Shuyi Niangniang."

Immediately, someone was talking outside the temple gate.

Xiao Yunjin, who was sitting cross-legged, was stunned at first, and his fingertips trembled a little.

"Fan'er, you go and invite Grandpa An to speak inside."

Soon, calm was restored, commanded.

"Yes."

Fan Er also seemed to sense the seriousness of the situation, stopped joking, turned around and ran out.

Sure enough, it was Xiao Anzi, and his whole body was like washing.

"The minion knocks to see the mother."

He bent his knees in worship.

"Don't be polite, say something quickly, fans are their own people."

Xiao Yunjin jumped down and hurriedly stretched out his hands to help him up.

"The one from Shuhui Palace is dead."

Xiao Anzi lowered her voice very low.

"Ahh When! ”

After hearing this, Xiao Yunjin calmed down.

This is to be expected.

"On the day of the Midyear Festival, after eating the dishes rewarded by the queen, my body was not happy. This morning, I vomited a mouthful of blood and ......"

continued to reply, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Good brother, on this rainy day, we have to add more firewood, lest this fire be quietly extinguished."

Xiao Yunjin groaned for a moment and said in a low voice.

"Okay, mother, just wait for the good news, this thing must be done properly."

Xiao Anzi smiled knowingly, turned around, walked out of the hall, and disappeared into the depths of the heavy rain.

"Alright, I'll be cured in a few days."

"Congratulations to Niangniang for having another heart disease."

The master and servant looked at each other and smiled.

The rain outside the temple was still the same, and it was getting heavier and heavier, without the slightest intention of stopping.