The first watch is not yet bedtime, and generally at two o'clock in the second watch, the people in the city fall asleep one after another.

The maidservant on duty at night dozed off outside, but Yuan Lingjun in the inner room struggled in a sea of nightmares, like a dying patient, wanting to open her throat and shout for help, but she was caught by death, and when she was swallowed by that huge and terrifying force into the dark unknown land, the light of the human world was amplified little by little from the cracks, big enough to envelop the darkness. She returned to the world.

It was in an early morning with a strange atmosphere, she and Fan Jiang rushed to Lin'an in a bumpy carriage. She was sick, Fan Jiang held her in his arms, whispered and coaxed her to drink a bowl of thick black and astringent medicine, she saw a miserable white girl's face reflected in the decoction, two lines of black blood were rolling down from the corners of her eyes, and in an instant, the steaming medicine disappeared, and the hand holding the bowl also became a terrible dry bone, she screamed loudly, knocked down the empty bowl, cried to her mother, how could there be Fan Jiang beside her.

It's about her and Fan Jiang's nightmare.

"Kunjiao, I have a bloated stomach."

When the words fell, there was a hint of coldness on the belly. Yuan Lingjun suddenly felt a lot soothed, and his eyes stared at the top of the tent with a faint gaze. Usually after nightmares, she habitually kicks off the quilt and runs out as fast as she can in her bedclothes, banishing the demons who have violated her in her dreams to the outside of the house.

She found that her lower body couldn't move, as if she was being choked. Fortunately, her neck could still be raised, so she raised her neck and screamed "ah".

"Too much food will lead to a large amount of food accumulation in the abdomen, and the bloating is unbearable, and since there is a precedent for this situation, it should not appear a second time." Qu Yi's tone was quite stern, but his hand movements did not stop.

It can be seen that those who want to die are the thoughts of starving ghosts. What effect can just a few words have, Yuan Lingjun made a bitter face: "Your hands are so cold, are your bodies hot?" The two hands touched Qu Yi's arms.

Qu Yi leaned back and went out, dodging the wolf's claws, very ruthless: "Tomorrow on the fifth watch, you must get up and freshen up, go outside and run two laps, I will watch you." ”

Yuan Lingjun threw himself into the air, flattened his mouth stupidly, and thought about it, it was not up to him to decide if he couldn't get it tomorrow.

"Run, run by all means." She pecked her head vigorously. As he wished, he put his hand into Qu Yi's robe.

Kunjiao came in from outside with a food table, glanced at the lord strangely, walked to a coffee table next to him and opened his hand, put the spoon into the clay pot, and then put it in the bowl, while explaining: "Your Highness has found a food therapy, specifically for relieving bloating, called red fruit soup, the lord will eat it tonight, rest assured to sleep, it should be relieved tomorrow morning." ”

Can you eat it and cure bloating? Yuan Lingjun will be skeptical. Touching her round belly, if you really kicked her away, why bother.

"It would be great to be able to relieve my pain. Take it. ”

Yuan Lingjun took it in the palm of his hand, brought it to his chin, let the emitted heat smoke on his face, and winked at Qu Yi. She's so lazy that she can't use her hands.

Qu Yi handed a spoonful to her mouth and asked with a smile, "Can you eat it?" ”

"Sweet, delicious." Yuan Lingjun's cheeks puffed up and replied seriously.

"Rock sugar and red fruit are boiled together. It is also suitable for people who have lost their appetite and have a yellow complexion. Qu Yi fed the last red fruit to Yuan Lingjun and put down the bowl, "Eat five before the meal tomorrow, and you are not allowed to have a full stomach." ”

Yuan Lingjun spit out the kernel, exhaled a long breath, shouted "cold to death", and quickly curled up back to the bed. Qu Yi tucked the quilt and watched her fall asleep.

"The Dream Demon has gone into the dream again, you can help me get rid of it." Yuan Ling couldn't sleep, pulled Qu Yi's sleeve and pulled him into the futon, "Talk to me, I haven't talked to you for a long time." ”

"What do you want to hear?" Qu Yi untied the leather belt and put her hands on her chest.

She removed her hand and placed it on Qu Yi's loin, and the warmth spread throughout her body along her arm. Qu Yi is too strict and serious, and he can't use the trick of teasing the stone on him, what is good.

The chirping of autumn insects sounded outside the window, probably the second watch.

"I haven't thought about it yet, I'll talk about it when I think about it." She yawned and closed her eyes contentedly.

The girl's snoring was soft, and Qu Yi brushed away the messy hair that was sticking to her forehead and printed a kiss. May you have good dreams.

It is said that the emperor is most afraid of the historian and the spotted tube in the hands of the historian, so every dynasty and every generation of emperors will stare at the small pen that can only make them famous for future generations and make them stink for thousands of years.

From morning to this moment, the old historian had felt a sharp gaze on him from the side, and several times he almost fainted from shock due to excessive nervousness. As a thankless historian of all dynasties, he is just dutiful, and His Majesty's resentment is too unkind.

Your Majesty, the old minister, please, divert your gaze and let the old minister breathe a sigh of relief. The old historian wanted to lie at the feet of the emperor, hug the emperor's thigh and cry bitterly, complaining about how difficult it is to fulfill his duties after many years of meager income. A loud bang at the door sent one of his bold ideas flying out of the clouds.

The Emperor Taishang was so shocked that he choked on a mouthful of millet in his throat, and his face was flushed: "My son is so angry when he gets up in the morning." "Dressed in a strange outfit, I don't know where to play crazy. Maosheng asked people to take the cushions.

Yuan Lingjun was in a good mood, walked to the dining place loudly, and reached out to the copper to scrub.

"I got up on the fifth watch, ran around the county nursery three times, climbed a few wooden trees, and picked a lot of osmanthus flowers for the little lady of the county government. Exhausted. For this reason, I also changed my clothes to make it easier to climb trees.

She was dressed in a very ill-fitting blouse, with short cuffs that exposed her forearms, a gray cloth band tied around her waist, small and short trousers, her ankles still exposed, one of which reached her knees, and a few celias scattered in the folds of her trousers. Sweating profusely, she took the handkerchief from the maid.

Qu Yi came in dressed well.

"Serve Childe a minced meat soup." The Emperor ordered the chamberlain.

Yuan Lingjun glanced at the food table in front of him, and his face suddenly sank. A porridge with green vegetables and millet rice? "Maosheng, my minced meat soup."

The sound of Yuan Lingjun slapping several sides shook the tip of the old historian's pen.

The Emperor Taishang was very faceless: "I'm afraid that you will eat more minced meat, and your stomach is so swollen that you can kick and bow." Millet porridge is very good. ”

After the emperor fell ill, he didn't like to use meat food, and changed the emperor's four meals to three meals, and the dining room changed the pattern in vegetarian food.

Three meals a day don't get a little meaty, and the perseverance of the monarch is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Yuan Lingjun glared at the old historian: "What is written, read it and listen to it." ”

The old historian threw his pen and knelt down, hating to cry in pain.

Before being convicted, how to present the responsibility of being a historian to the unreasonable King Changshan, a historian who admonishes posterity, even if the knife falls on the neck, must follow the conduct of historical virtue. "Speak up and do not hide their flaws" and "write straightforwardly" in order to record the historical truth in the annals of history and learn from it for future generations.

The Emperor Taishang stroked his beard and smiled: "Ming Yuxiu has to be willful." This is what the Father wants you to remember. ”

"Son, please make it clear to your father." Yuan Ling was puzzled.

"The gentleman must be written. A king and a courtier, every word and deed are all exposed to the eyes of the people, and there are examples of historians in the previous dynasty who have harmed the nine clans, and the power of the emperor is easy to use, but it is just to kill people quickly. Filth is displayed in one dynasty, notoriety is draped in a thousand years, and it is not a glorious thing for the emperor to write down the wrong words and deeds in history. But I will not kill the historians, they can rest assured and boldly record my words and deeds, and the wrong things I have done will be passed on to future generations, giving a warning to the descendants of the Yuan and Jin dynasties to avoid making the same mistakes. ”

After finishing his words, the old historian had already shed tears.