Actually, what can be done? It's just two more days to catch your breath.

Zhou Ranran was not in good health, but she cried endlessly, and when it was □□ twilight, she cried so much that she vomited half a bowl of blood, and asked for a doctor again. The doctor was helpless, so he just told her to relax and recover.

But for Miss Tuesday, the sky has fallen, how can she relax?

The small courtyards of the three sisters are connected.

At night, Zhou Qingqing was lying on the bed, and Zhou Ranran next to her had not stopped crying.

The cry was not as heart-rending as the daytime, but the crying sound was quiet, nine turns back to the intestines, like a complaint, poured into Zhou Qingqing's ears one by one, couldn't wave away, couldn't drive away, buried in the head, still like a magic sound piercing the brain.

Until the sound of the husband knocked on the third watch, Zhou Qingqing was still disturbed by the cry and had no sleepiness. She got up irritably, put on her shirt, and opened the door. walked to Zhou Ranran's room next to him, raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but his hand paused in mid-air, then put it down gently, turned around and tiptoed out of the small courtyard.

Tonight is the middle of April, and a full moon hangs in the sky, as bright as a silver platter. Chang'e and laurel in the Moon Palace seem to be clearly visible.

Chang'e ran to the moon, far away from her hometown, accompanied by Wu Gang and Jade Rabbit, who were cutting trees, and I don't know if she was lonely?

Zhou Qingqing thought like this, and felt that the idea he came up with was ridiculous. Xiqin is not the Moon Palace, where there are only Wu Gang and Jade Rabbit.

She wrapped her clothes and walked to the front yard, heard the sound of someone practicing her sword, and went around to the front to take a look, sure enough, it was Nie Jin holding his Xuantie Dragon Pattern Sword, wielding it under the moon.

His movements flowed, and the sword wind shook the trees around him.

"Who?" Nie Jin is extraordinary, and he can detect it even if there is a little wind and grass. He called in a low voice, turned his head to see the person coming, chuckled, and said, "It's so late?" Why doesn't the eldest lady sleep yet? ”

Zhou Qingqing shook his head and said, "I can't sleep." After that, he slowly walked to the stone bench next to him, "Ah Jin, I haven't seen you practice swords for a long time, can you dance for me?" ”

Nie Jinmu's cold and hard face rarely showed a hint of color under the moonlight, and he didn't speak, but nodded.

The sword wind rises, the wind moves with the sword, the grass and trees swish, and the blade of the sword slashes through the air, like lightning in the moonlight. Nie Jin's body is agile and agile, sometimes walking like a swimming dragon, and sometimes spreading its wings like a white crane. Zhou Qingqing couldn't help but shout softly.

Regarding Nie Jin's skills, Zhou Qingqing actually knows a lot. But after he unloaded his armor, in the mansion for many years, although he has long been regarded as a family member, he is diligent and duty-oriented, and what he does is the work of subordinates, which often makes her forget that this man who chops wood and hunts was once a hero on a war horse. In the Southern Zhou Dynasty, whether it is the imperial court or the rivers and lakes, I am afraid it will be difficult to find a few people who can compare with him.

After Nie Jin finished dancing, he put his sword into the sheath, and slowly walked to the stone table, where she sat down opposite.

Zhou Qingqing saw that the sweat on his forehead was shining slightly, so he took out the handkerchief around his waist and handed it to him. Nie Jin hesitated slightly, took the handkerchief, and wiped it on his forehead.

Zhou Qingqing said: "Ah Jin, you once served as an envoy of the Southern Zhou Dynasty and went to Xijing. What kind of place is that? ”

Nie Jin's thin lips pursed lightly, he did go to Xijing once six or seven years ago, and he was quite impressed, so he smiled and said: "Actually, at first glance, it looks similar to our Jinling, and it is also bustling, shoulder to shoulder." But the difference between customs and customs is still not small. Xijing people are more heroic and hearty, informal, and their dress is not as exquisite as our Jinling people, and few people like to be vassal. ”

Zhou Qingqing smiled and asked, "Is the food over there delicious?" ”

Nie Jin thought for a while and said: "Xijing people like to eat pastries, and the dishes are of course not as diverse as our Jinling, but they can be regarded as having a different flavor. ”

Zhou Qingqing thought for a moment and seemed to say to himself: "The noodles are actually quite delicious. She thought for a moment and asked, "Then have you seen that Martial King Qin Zhen?" What about others? Is it really as rumored in Jinling City, eating human blood and human flesh, as brutal as a hungry wolf? ”

Nie Jin smiled and shook his head: "When Qin Zhen was the coach of Western Qin, it was already more than half a year after the death of the prince, and I had already left the border. Although he had never seen Qin Zhen, the rumors were naturally unbelievable. Maybe the prince is in Western Qin, and he also has such a reputation. ”

Zhou Qingqing pouted: "But the Western Qin royal family is from the desert, and they have a rough appearance and a fierce temperament. ”

Nie Jin smiled: "I thought about what you said today, in fact, the second lady married in the past, which is really good, not only the hero of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, but also the glorious lintel of the Dingxi Palace." The prince and Brother Yue are men, and it is really not worth it to ruin their future, and the prince is under Jiuquan, so it must be difficult to look away. ”

Zhou Qingqing smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I was just afraid that she wouldn't be able to go to Xijing, so I went to see my father in advance." ”

Nie Jin was silent for a moment: "But we can't control this matter after all." ”

Zhou Qingqing nodded, it is true that he can't dominate it, but maybe there is still a way to let his sister live for a few more years.

Seeing her thoughtful appearance, Nie Jin asked tentatively, "Miss, what do you want?" ”

"Didn't think about anything." Zhou Qingqing shook his head, got up with a smile, reached out and plucked a tiny petal from the top of his head that had been stained at some point, raised it, and said jokingly: "It's late, you should rest early, so as not to make people think that you have become a flower thief." ”

With that, turn and leave.

Nie Jin picked up the small petals that fell on the stone table, the corners of his mouth rose, smiled, and turned his head to look at her slender and thin back. Under the moonlight, the back is like a flower bone in the wind, petite and weak, but it seems to be as tough and strong as the rock.

When the Dingxi Mansion was in decay for a long time, this eldest lady never complained about the heavens and people, and she was still not humble or silent, and lived happily and freely. Nie Jin thought, this is the most beloved daughter of the king of Dingxi County.

Zhou Qingqing didn't sleep well this night, firstly, Zhou Ranran's crying, intermittently, never stopped, secondly, the thought in her head, which popped up from time to time, and then was driven down by her.

There is nothing more painful than fighting with yourself. The selfish and narrow-minded Zhou Qingqing, and the self-sacrificing Zhou Qingqing who understands righteousness.

She felt that none of them were herself.

She suddenly thought about which way her father would choose if this kind of thing happened while he was still alive. No, when his father was alive, Nan Zhou didn't need to be with his relatives to seek peace at all.

When her father is alive, she should still be the girl who is ignorant of the world, waiting for her father to choose a good son-in-law for herself and marry in a beautiful way.

Zhou Qingqing tossed and turned in these chaotic thoughts, and finally waited for the rooster and dog to crow, and it was dawn.

She is cyan under her eyes, if it is placed on weekdays, Zhou Xiangxiang and Zhou Xun will inevitably make fun of her and ask her if she is going to steal chickens and dogs.

But now no one has the heart to joke, and the two little ones actually don't sleep well, and they can't lift any spirits. Zhou Ranran needless to say, he is still bedridden. If it is really a kiss, I am afraid that I will be carried into the carriage and cry to death on the way.

At the breakfast table, Xu ate a little casually, then went to take care of his daughter, and left a few sisters and brothers on the table to look at each other without saying a word. In the end, it was Zhou Xun who opened his mouth first: "Eldest sister, tomorrow you will enter the palace to reply to the emperor, have you thought of a countermeasure?" ”

Zhou Qingqing buried his head, paused with the hand holding the spoon, picked up the bowl and drank the porridge, and said vaguely: "I thought of one." ”

Zhou Xiangxiang's eyes lit up: "What is it?" Let's hear it. ”

Zhou Qingqing frowned, and said perfunctorily: "Just think about it, you can't count, and I'll tell you when it's confirmed." ”

Zhou Xiangxiang saw that the eldest sister's face was gloomy, and it was not easy to continue to ask, so she had to let out a sigh of loss.

Zhou Ranran cried intermittently for two days, and Xu accompanied her to cry intermittently for two days. Zhou Qingqing's brain was full of irritability by the cries of these two people, and his head hurt, and sometimes he wanted to run in and yell at the two of them, but in the end he still couldn't bear it.

Fortunately, although the Dingxi Royal Mansion has been in decline for a long time, the house is still big enough. She hid in the back garden, in the lotus pond water pavilion, from the cries of her eldest sister and aunt, and from the worried people in the house.

The thought always came to her, and then it went out again, and then it sparked again, burning her forehead, and several big red bumps on her smooth forehead.

Two days later, the carriage in the palace came to pick up the county lord Zhou Qingqing to reply. With a pair of blue eyes, she went to see the emperor alone.

Zhou Xiangxiang still remembered what the eldest sister said the day before yesterday, and before she got into the carriage, she asked again: "Eldest sister, you said there is a solution that you haven't thought of yet?" Have you thought about it now? But I'm going to reply to the emperor soon. ”

Zhou Qingqing looked at her sister with a complicated expression, and said lightly: "It's almost." ”

Zhou Xun's face was full of excitement: "So the second sister doesn't have to go to kiss?" ”

Zhou Qingqing glanced at his innocent expression lightly, his throat couldn't help but tighten a little, and he hummed indistinctly for a moment. After saying that, he held the carriage and was about to go up, but was stopped by Nie Jin stepping forward.

"Why?" Zhou Qingqing turned his head to look at him.

"Miss, what are you going to do?" Nie Jin's voice was deep, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were shining, as if he was worried because he had guessed what she was thinking.

Zhou Qingqing smiled at him, broke away from the elbow he was grabbing, and said lightly: "I don't have anything to do, you don't have to worry." ”

Nie Jin's eyes were as black as ink, and he still looked at her fixedly, as if he wanted to see the reason from her face. Zhou Qingqing didn't dare to look at him anymore, don't turn around and climb into the car.

Nie Jin stood outside the car, his teeth clenched, and when the groom was driving, he called in a dumb voice: "Miss......"

It's just the latter words, but they don't say it.

Zhou Qingqing saw Nie Jin's red eyes outside from the gap in the curtain of the carriage, she opened her mouth to say something to him, but at this time, the horse neighed, the body shook, and the carriage had already run.

She knew that Nie Jin had already guessed what she was going to do.

He didn't forcibly stop her, maybe he also knew that there was no way out. Zhou Ranran's body and temperament, if he can't wait to marry into Xijing, he may die.

If this peace fails, Xiqin will probably continue to ask for marriage, whether it is another princess in the palace, or still the daughter of the king of Dingxijun, no one knows.

But either case, it's worse than it is now. Either the emperor blamed the whole house, or she followed in the footsteps of her sister and married her own relatives. Turning around, harming others and oneself, working hard and hurting money, it is better to be happy, one hundred.