Yu Wenyong stood with his hands in his hands, standing outside the door, listening to Wan Yao's voice that seemed to reveal tiredness, his indifferent eyes suddenly contracted, and his heart moved inexplicably, as if the atrium that had been vacant for a long time was suddenly filled by others. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that Wan Yao's next words, the resoluteness in her words, and the words are heart-wrenching, it seems that the two of them have already been sentenced.

Yu Wenyong's newly filled heart was hollowed out again, as if you were just about to live in a new home, but someone burned it.

The hands in the sleeve robe were whitened by the joints he was holding, and a palpitation and pain in his heart hit, like a pinprick, he breathed in pain, half a sound, and then raised his steps and slowly left.

Gonggong Li held a bunch of fireworks and whispered: "Your Majesty, these ......"

Yu Wenyong raised his steps lightly, the background was lonely, he lowered his head slightly, and his back seemed to be a little rickety, half loud, and said: "Take it back, she won't be rare what I give." ”

Listening without changing her face, Wan Yao looked up at her and found that she also had the same calmness as Yu Wenyong, not in a hurry or impatient, and calm and calm. Wanyao likes this kind of temperament, but she knows that she is always like a child, all the joys, sorrows and sorrows are written on her face, maybe she is still too young, and she has not really experienced anything that can make her grow up quickly, but Wanyao understands that all growth is accompanied by pain, just treat her as timid, occasionally, she thinks it is good to live like this, and live a real and self-conscious life. It's just that tonight you shouldn't have told Fusheng about these things.

Then he said: "Fusheng, I probably drank too much and said something inconsequential, don't take it to heart, today is the New Year, you should go back and celebrate with your family earlier." Happy New Year and good luck in your medical skills. ”

Fusheng smiled faintly, got up and saluted, and said, "The slave has thanked Mrs. Wan, and I also wish Mrs. Wan a happy New Year, and keep the clouds open and see the moon." ”

The last sentence of Fusheng, Wan Yao understands herself, but there is nothing that the moon is not shining, after she crossed over, she never thought of expecting anyone to live a more wonderful life, in fact, what she begged, from beginning to end, was just a life, a life that could return to Lao Li's side alive.

Before Fusheng left, Wan Yao greeted Mo Yi and gave Fusheng a puppet villain she had picked up in the market before.

Wan Yao said: "It's not a valuable object, but I think the corners of this puppet's eyes and eyebrows are a little similar to yours, which can be regarded as a New Year's gift for you." ”

Fusheng didn't twist and pinch, generously accepted the reward and thanked him, and turned around and walked out of Jinmoju.

Before going out, Fusheng turned around and asked lightly, she said sincerely, "Can the slave and maid often come to Jinmoju in the future to ask for peace for Mrs. Wan?" ”

Wanyao didn't understand what Fusheng meant, but she liked Fusheng very much, so she smiled and nodded.

The red lacquered wooden door closed one by one, and the cold wind from the door swished in, as if it had made a few turns before reaching her bedside. Today is the end of the year, but Wanyao can only lie in bed, this feeling is particularly bleak.

Outside, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the cold wind was blowing, and there was a slight pain on the face.

Fusheng folded his collar, walked on the path and smelled the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, playing with the little puppet in his hand, and couldn't put it down.

As soon as he came out of Jinmoju, Sun Xiaohai, the little apprentice beside Gonggong Li, waited at the door early, saying that the emperor was waiting for the floating girl to reply.

Fusheng smiled and followed him to the Qiankun Palace.

It's really a fan of the authorities, and the bystanders are clear. is obviously interested in Mrs. Wan, but it also makes people misunderstand that they are indifferent and ill-intentioned, so why bother.

Yu Wenyong stood against the window, quietly looking at the splendid patterns of poetry on the window lattice.

After Fusheng saluted, he didn't say anything, and waited for Yu Wenyong to ask.

After a long time, Yuwen Yong opened his mouth and asked, "How is her injury?" Does it matter? ”

Fusheng smiled lightly and said: "If you go back to the emperor, there is a bone in Mrs. Wan's back that is misplaced, so it is very red and swollen. Just ......"

Yu Wenyong turned around, his eyebrows were tangled, and asked, "Just what?" ”

Fusheng said: "The slave maid checked Mrs. Wan's pulse, and found that Mrs. Wan's cold qi entered the body, and the five internal organs had cold poison, and the blood and qi were insufficient, so that after a long time, the slave and maid were afraid of ......."

Even if he doesn't say it, Yu Wenyong understands how serious it is. He sighed softly, speechless.

yes, what could he say? Is it not by him?

Fusheng saw that Yuwen Yong was silent, and said: "The slave maid wants to ask the emperor for a favor, and allows the slave maid to move around Jinmoju at will, mostly for Mrs. Wan's conditioning, maybe there will be a day of healing." ”

When Yu Wenyong heard this, his eyes flashed, and he immediately agreed.

After Fusheng left, Yuwen Yong sent all the palace people. He sat quietly alone on the steps under the desk, his head leaning against the pillar, and the pain in his heart came again.

It turns out that his situation, his anxiety and scruples, and his forbearance and burden she understands, she is so smart, she doesn't want to fall in love with him, right? Even we became me and you.

Yu Wenyong was heartbroken and angry, heartache that he finally failed to win Wanyao's heart, with the clarity she combed, I am afraid that I will not be able to win her heart in the future.

But she was angry that he was not as good as she wanted? Even if it is not the love that Wanyao wants, then he is at least an emperor with high imperial power.

Jin Mo is inside

Mo Yi had just waited for Wan Yao to fall asleep, and Li'er ran over with great interest, she said: "Sister, sister, don't sleep first, the little monkey and the little horse just got a basket of fireworks, today is the New Year, let's be lively and lively." ”

Wanyao was a little tired, and she didn't want to sweep Li'er's Yaxing, so she called Jindong to change her clothes, she wore a thick jacket, and the jacket was made by Li'er and Jinchun Jinxia for Wanyao, knowing that her wife was afraid of the cold, so Li'er had a whim, and sewed soft white rabbit fur on the sleeves and neckline, which was beautiful and warm.

Wan Yao held the stove and smiled brightly at the joy of them playing outside Jinmo Ju.

In fact, several people are also children, if they are placed in modern times, they should all be junior high and high schools, or students who have just stepped into the college campus, but this era has worn out the romance and innocence they should have, and they are old in their minds.

Wan Yao watched them having fun, and she couldn't help but laugh, why isn't she the same old man now?

Lingzhu is no big problem, and she has been coquettish with the Queen Mother for a long time, saying how well Mrs. Wan treats her, if it weren't for Mrs. Wan protecting her tonight, she is afraid that she would have already broken her arms and legs.

The Empress Dowager didn't think so, if it wasn't for Wanyao hitting her, how could she fall?

Lingzhu also told how Wanyao exercised her body, taught her to dance, cooked food for her, made her happy, and added all kinds of oil and vinegar. When the Empress Dowager listened to it, she also felt that Wanyao's mind was not bad, but it was just the temper of some children, but she was no longer tired of her, so she went to find Wanyao by Lingzhu. After all, there is no female doll in the palace who can play with Lingzhu at all, she is lonely and lonely, and the Queen Mother is distressed when she looks at it.

The days passed day by day, there were no waves, and in a blink of an eye, it was spring in March.