The begonia quietly bloomed, under the dark and dreary canopy, its charming, its delicateness, better than the peach and plum style no one appreciated, only a few flowers under the light of the candle in the courtyard step were favored.

She can't die, at least not now. Fan Guifei held the Buddha beads hard, the hard beads hurt her palms, she closed her eyes for a while, looked up at the eyes, the begonia tree was gently swaying in the wind, and a crow was startled.

"Your concubine."

Hearing Fu Mu's voice, Fan Guifei said "um" and did not turn around. Gong approached and said behind her: "The imperial doctor said that due to the sudden change of prescription, several flavors of medicine collided, causing the body to be unable to bear it, vomiting blood and fainting. At the moment, the monarch is fine, and it will not affect tomorrow's wedding, but the number of episodes may increase recently. ”

"It's okay." Concubine Fan breathed a sigh of relief, frowned tightly, gritted her teeth and said, "That cheap maid dares to change the prescription privately, it's damned." ”

Gong Shi hurriedly said: "Thanks to her own initiative to change the prescription, if it weren't for this, how could the concubine dispose of her at will." Tianyun is also on the side of the noble concubine, so why worry about the big thing. ”

The nurse and the nanny were appointed by Emperor Yuan You when they left Beijing that year, and the two of them were ordered by the emperor to serve the young monarch, and they could not be killed at will like ordinary slaves, since they could not be cleaned up, they were enveloped with gold and silver, and the Gong family tried many times, but it was not the oil and salt, and then threatened with their families, and the two succumbed to the power and made the eyes placed next to Yuan Lingjun. However, the death of the first king Qin Saku, Yuan Lingjun's temperament changed, and the nurse and the nanny had an uneasy conscience, so they sought to go one after another, ready to be honest and honest, Fan Guifei was jealous and wanted to deal with it quickly.

"What Fu Mu said is that the two of them know too much, and life is in my way. Where's the Milk Girl? Concubine Fan was still not at ease.

Gong Shi replied: "Please rest assured, the cheap maid has been killed with a cane." ”

Kunjiao's eyes were crimson, she wiped away her tears, and entered the hall hesitantly. In the inner room, several maids were serving Yuan Ling Jun with medicine.

"Lord, it's too late for the little maid." Kunjiao crouched in front of the couch and sobbed incessantly.

"How did the nurse die? Kunjiao. Excited, the swept sleeve took down the bowl in the maid's hand and rolled down to the couch.

The maid fell to her knees in fear.

"Your concubine ordered the guards to kill the nursing staff." Kun Jiao persuaded: "The imperial doctor has a saying, the sovereign is sick and reckless, because it is a big ups and downs, and the milk is poisoned, so that the sovereign is physically and mentally damaged, and he can no longer be angry." The lord's health is important, don't be sad about it. ”

Yuan Ling fell down, a pair of tears slipped suddenly, remembering the past, all of them were pictures of the nurse serving the decoction. Jun's father once told her that the nurse and the nanny were placed in the inner house, and they could be trusted and relied on. Now that the nurse has passed away, where is the nanny? As long as he thought that his nanny Ah Lin was terminally ill and was kicked out of Baling, Yuan Lingjun's heart suddenly felt like a knife.

At this time, the door of the temple sounded, and the sound of men and Jiuwan talking slowly came outside, but after a while, a man in black with a cold face appeared in the hall.

"Fu Langjun is here." Kun Jiao said.

Yuan Lingjun sat up in his clothes, dragged the haggard and weak sick body, and walked to Fu Piao, who took out the mailbox from his sleeve, took out the letter and handed it over.

Staring at the few numbers on the paper, fine beads of sweat oozed from her smooth forehead, her face was frighteningly pale, and under her distorted expression was more of a forbearance and oppression of pain.

"Quick, follow me!" Yuan Lingjun rubbed the letter and walked out with his body propped up.

Kunjiao suddenly reacted: "Lord, you are still sick......" Yuan Ling completely ignored the maid's admonition.

Yuan Lingjun walked out of the main hall, passed through the South Palace, shuttled between the pavilions and pavilions, and soon went out of the Inner Palace, without candles to guide the way, her steps were fast, as if she forgot that she was sick.

Fu Piao and Jiuwan took the candle cage to keep up, but they didn't have time to take the horse instead of the foot power, and Fu Piao took the mount of the inspector after leaving the palace gate.

However, at a moment, the white of the fish belly was faintly visible in the east.

Yuan Lingjun faced the biting wind, she didn't feel the cold at all, she had a high fever, and her body was extremely hot, but she vigorously urged the horse under her crotch to speed up.

"Where is the Lord going?" "The lord looks in a hurry, is there something urgent in the letter?"

The two of them did not leave an inch. Ninety thousand followed, but Fu Piao wanted to ask about the antecedents.

"Don't ask." Yuan Lingjun shouted resolutely, his mouth and tongue were dry, and his voice seemed to come from his chest, not his throat, and his sharp voice shook his throat.

"Don't ask, don't ask, one more person knows, one more person dies."

When she left Baling, she took her hand and repeated this sentence over and over again, especially in front of her when she begged her not to ask about the cause of the disease, and her eyes were full of sad looks from the nurse and the nanny.

Yuan Lingjun was already crying, and she was afraid that she would be heard crying, so she raised her face and forced the tears back.

After receiving the news of his death, A's family took the coffin and returned to his hometown for burial. Where was she then? She is still on the way home, happily looking forward to meeting and reuniting.

In a hurry, the fate is uncertain. A lintel's life is like an ant, and her life is just a flash in the pan. The morning wind carried dew, Yuan Lingjun was wearing a thin robe, shivering with cold, she shivered, the tears on her cheeks were dried by the air, and her cheeks were red.

Dismounted in front of Wang Shifu, Yuan Lingjun fell and almost tripped, Jiuwan ran to help her, was pushed away by her, propped up her body and pounced in front of the door, slapping the door cymbals hard.

The priest on duty at night opened the door and saw that it was a disheveled and haggard woman, and he was stunned for a while, and fell down in panic.

"Father-in-law, the lord is coming to ......"

The housemaid hurried to the living room to call the king to get up, saying that the lord was coming, Zhen Chuanting thought that something was wrong, and he didn't have time to wash, so he hurriedly dressed on one wall, and hurried to the court to greet him.

"Father-in-law, hurry up." The maid hurriedly walked to the front to open the partition door, Zhen Chuanting came over with his belt, and saw that Jiuwan and Fu Jiashiro were all there, and they were guarding under the corridor, unanimously remaining silent, Zhen Chuanting's face sank, and he strode into the guest room.

"Master Wang, I want to listen to your lecture, right now." Yuan Lingjun stood alone in front of him. Zhen Chuanting ordered the maid to take a big hat and put it on with her.

He probably understood a little, she came here late at night on the eve of the wedding, there must be a great reason, Zhen Chuanting brushed his sleeves and asked: "The lord has figured it out, why do you suddenly want to study?" ”

"I have refused to study since I was a child, I want to ask, why did Master Wang and your grandfathers and uncles force me to study and study politics?" With that, she sobbed silently, tears wetting her flushed cheeks.

"What else does the Lord hate? The lord hated the light yì abandoned, unwilling to touch, and even hated to the bone, the lord loved to invest energy, infatuated and even intoxicated, unable to extricate himself, the old minister took on the responsibility of teaching the lord, watching the lord grow up, the lord thirteen years of willfulness, only based on feelings to make decisions, how has there ever been a standing in the perspective of others to think. Zhen Chuanting said earnestly, "The old minister's heart has not been dispersed, but it is not that it will never be dispersed." ”

It was not a whim for the lord to come here in the middle of the night, and it was just an excuse to listen to his lectures. Zhen Chuanting secretly pondered.

One person suddenly stumbled under his feet, bluffing Zhen Chuanting into staggering a few steps upside down, holding on to the copper lampstand in the corner of the wall and looking at Yuan Lingjun.

"I was wrong."

"What Master Wang said is right, Mingyu is stubborn, do his own thing, one day it will make a big mistake, today's Youyou, Nurse, and Nanny are all due to my indulgence and credulity, Mingyu has already known that he is wrong......"

Yuan Lingjun lay on the ground, his face buried in his sleeves, sighing and crying, his shoulders shaking.

Zhen Chuanting wanted to help her get up, but Yuan Lingjun stubbornly knelt on the ground, refusing to let Wang Shi see her crying. Zhen Chuanting looked up to the sky and shouted, Shaojun walked to such a field, he had a heavy trust, if he was strictly controlled at the beginning, why bother to have this today.

"As a teacher, I once heard Mingyu say that he wants to become a crane flying in the sky."

"Yes." Yuan Ling didn't deny that she was dizzy, but she tried to concentrate and clearly engraved every word Zhen Chuanting said in her heart.

"If you want to be a crane, why don't you become an eagle first."

Yuan Lingjun raised his head suddenly, stunned.