"Who?" Rong Yue asked in confusion.

"No one." Rong Zhao looked away in disguise.

"Who did you see in Beijing this time?" Rong Yue asked again.

"I really didn't see anyone...... Oh, by the way, does Princess Anping count? ”

"Princess Anping?" Rong Yue asked in surprise, "How did you meet her?" ”

Rong Zhao told Rong Yue about the fact that he wanted to buy steamed buns but didn't sell them, so he invited dozens of little beggars to eat steamed buns together and met Princess Anping and told Rong Yue, Rong Yue was funny and helpless, laughed for a while and sighed: "Then King Rui was fine when he was in Xiliang City, how could he suddenly be so sick?" ”

"Who knows." Rong Zhao thought of the young man who was full of energy, and sighed helplessly: "People say, who knows which one will come first, the accident or tomorrow?" So what we have to do is enjoy the moment, and we don't have to worry about it. ”

"You're a man! That's how you care, don't care about the future......" Rong Yue shook her head in disgust.

……

Rui Wang Zhao Mu leaned on the couch and sneezed heavily, startling the nurse who served the decoction next to him, and hurriedly asked, "Lord Wang, is it cold?" Why don't you add a brazier? ”

"No need, this charcoal fire is too much, and I can't stand the charcoal gas. Mama should tell someone to move the charcoal basin out of the way. Zhao Mu stretched out his left hand and pulled the blue fox fur robe on his shoulder, but his eyes still did not leave the letter in his right hand.

Mama Song personally moved the charcoal basin a little, and came back to persuade: "The prince is sick now, it is important to have a good life!" What a big deal I watched for a long time, and I saw that my brows were twisted into pimples. Or lie down and recuperate, right? ”

Zhao Mu handed over the two pages of letters in his hand to Mama Song, and said helplessly: "That's it, take it and burn it." ”

"Whoa." Mama Song took the letter, turned around and threw it into the charcoal basin, seeing that the two pieces of paper had turned into ashes, Fang Fang returned to the couch again, pulled the brocade quilt around Zhao Mu's waist to his chest, and continued to persuade: "Lord Wang, you sleep for a while, and then you will have to take medicine in half an hour." ”

"Pills again?" Zhao Mu's brows furrowed even deeper, and his originally pale and indifferent face showed obvious impatience, "Those medicines are useless, it's better to let me sleep well." ”

"The prince has survived these few days, and it will be good to wait for the fifteenth day of the first lunar month!" Mama Song persuaded.

"The fifteenth day of the first lunar month." Zhao Mu smiled mockingly, "The so-called dragon and tiger clash is just a kind of rhetoric that they want to leave Concubine Yue in Jizhou, but now they have brought me with them." ”

"Who's to say it isn't." Mama Song sighed helplessly, "With such a saying, the prince is not even allowed to enter the palace during the New Year." It's nothing else, how can our mothers stand it? This big New Year is not a reunion of mother and child! ”

Zhao Mu looked up at his nurse - this Song Mama is a slave of the Xiao family, her father and brother are slaves in the Xiao family, when she was young, she entered the palace with Concubine Xiao De, and later promised to the imperial guards, and then Zhao Mu was born, her daughter happened to be out of the full moon, and Concubine Xiao De handed it over to her to take care of. Now that her husband has passed away, her daughter is decided by Xiao Zhengshi, and she has been promised a scholar as his wife to live a solid life on more than ten acres of land in the suburbs of Beijing. This Mama Song has followed her over to take charge of the Rui Wang's Mansion since Zhao Mu opened the Yajian Mansion, and the closest confidant around him is the descendant of the lineage, otherwise the letter just now would not have been handed over to her to be burned.

"Mama, why don't we go out of Beijing." Zhao Mu said suddenly.

"Out of Beijing? On this cold day, the prince is sick again! I can't afford to toss like this. Mama Song frowned.

Zhao Mu sneered softly: "You see the current situation, it's a joke for me to stay in the capital!" If the father has another headache and brain fever, this statement of dragon and tiger will be even more 'effective'! Instead of being claustrophobic in this palace, it is better to go out to breathe and relax, maybe this disease can get better sooner. ”

"Now is not the time to be vindictive, in the opinion of the old slave, the prince is really not suitable to go out of Beijing!" Mama Song persuaded again.

Zhao Mu lay on the pillow and looked at the cordyceps embroidery on the top of the tent, and smiled helplessly for a while: "I think that Concubine Yue is really pitiful, she was urged by her father to enter Beijing, but at this time, she can only stay in the palace of Jizhou for the New Year." ”

At that time, Long Live Lord had not yet returned to Beijing, and the news that the daughter of the Rong family had been made an exceptional concubine came to the palace, and the queen was so angry that she had lost her favorite glass kang screen. Now it's just to leave her in Jizhou Palace for the New Year, which can be regarded as mercy! Why should the prince bother with these things? Mama Song said, reached out and touched Zhao Mu's forehead, and persuaded in a low voice: "The prince is still a little feverish, rest for a while, the old slave is staying here." ”

Zhao Mu slowly closed his eyes, even if he couldn't sleep, he had to nourish his spirit, he couldn't be in a hurry at this time, he had to think about what to do next.

The New Year is approaching, from the royal ministers to the common people and even the begging flowers on the street, they are all counted in it, and they are all happy and sad.

The emperor's handling of the Feiyunjian incident was that Jingxi Hou Rongshuo and the eunuch Chen Cunxiao were both punished for half a year, and all those who defected and disappeared were all sentenced to death -- of course, those people had already died unexpectedly, but dying unexpectedly and being sentenced to death by the imperial court were two different things, and they had to be sentenced to death, and this was a matter of face for the imperial court.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, Rong Yue's condition had been greatly improved, Luyun's injury had basically healed, and a total of more than a dozen sisters and brothers, masters and servants in Biwu's study were also talking about the New Year.

The virtuous and virtuous queen sent someone to send fresh fruits and all kinds of snacks over, and each person also had two new clothes, Rong Yue was indispensable to silk and satin, although it was too late to cut new clothes at this time, but at least the queen did not lack the number of courtesies. The emperor also sent two pots of plum blossom bonsai over, as well as a pair of jade ruyi and a box of jewelry, and also prepared a generous gift for Rong Zhao.

Gold, silver, jewelry, silk and satin are all things outside the body, Rong Yue didn't care much, she only asked Rong Zhao to take it, and she herself asked Lu Yun to cut red paper and write blessing couplets together.

"Sister, your handwriting is really good." Rong Zhao stood beside him with his hands in his hands, looking at Rong Yue's pen walking around the dragon and writing seriously, and felt more and more that such a good woman was really blind when she entered the palace to be the imperial concubine.

Rong Yue wrote the last word on the Spring Festival couplet, and Fang raised his head and urged: "What are you still doing standing here?" Hurry up and clean up, aren't you going to Beijing tomorrow? By the way, I wrote a letter to my cousin, you go to the capital to find him directly, you can't eat Chinese New Year's Eve alone in the inn. ”

"Don't worry about that. I'm worried that you'll be left alone here. ”

"I have so many people here, where can I be lonely? It's you, Ming'er and Mei Ruo with you, I can rest assured that she is by your side. I have green clouds and scarlet clothes here, as well as Gonggong Chen, which is lively enough. Rong Yue said funny.

Rong Zhao thought for a while, nodded and said, "It's okay, I'll take Mei Ruo and leave the blood behind." ”

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Oh, what does it feel like to be lonely, empty, and cold? That's all you ignore me! ~（＞_＜）~