The dark fragrance wafts in the air, and the sweet aroma is like weaving a sweet dream, weaving a charming garden.

Under the layers of sunset flowers, it is not clear whether it is a happy destination or a charming trap.

Taking a deep breath again, the nasal cavity was still sweet and almost disgusting, Song Weiyan licked her lips, and then, raising her feet, walked into this sunset flower field step by step.

I heard that the sunset flowers in this one are the deep hatred of the generation of Mrs. Tianxiang for that generation of Bai Ze Tianxiang, and there is also a strong love.

These two feelings are intertwined, and the smell is formed: sweet and greasy, containing the smell of rotting corpses.

As soon as I stepped into the sunset flower field, I was tightly entangled by the flowers and vines all over the ground, and I climbed to my ankles little by little.

Reaching out and taking out a knife, Song Weiyan reached out and cut her wrist, and the blood slowly gushed out like a thin line, dripping on the sunset flower.

Like a hunting lion discovering its prey, the flowers of the sunset begin to open and close violently, as if they are cheering for the delicious taste they are about to taste.

There are a lot of flowers, but there is only a little bit of blood, so in this way, Xiyanhua is competing for that line of blood, and gradually ignores Song Weiyan.

Actually, it can't be regarded as ignorance, because the blood they are fighting for is on Song Weiyan's body. Xiyanhua, who didn't fight for blood, began to wander around Song Weiyan, thinking about how to get the food she needed.

I don't know if it was that flower, the first one cut through Song Weiyan's clothes, the sharpness of the blades of the leaves, directly through the clothes, deeply scratched on Song Weiyan's skin.

A trace of blood appeared, causing the excitement of Yuyanhua.

Sunset began to get excited, undulating like a large ocean wave, screaming, trying to devour the food that had been brought down.

Leaves flashed on Song Weiyan's body, and more and more blood stains gushed out, gradually dyeing the white clothes that Song Weiyan wore on her body.

In the room, Bai Rui's breath became weaker and weaker, and once it weakened, Imperial Physician Liu immediately poured medicine on Bai Rui, for fear that Bai Rui would not be able to support it for three days.

It's just that Bai Rui's own sense of survival, at this moment, is really gone, there is really nothing.

Or, if Bai Rui had died in the beginning, he would not have suffered so much at such a young age, and he would not have been like this.

Really, the qiē he suffered was really more than he could bear. Not to mention Bai Rui, even if it is an adult man, there is no way to bear the qiē that Bai Rui has endured.

In the past, the only thing that supported Bai Rui was his inexplicable dependence on Lord Tianxiang, and now, this dependence is like white paper wet with water.

It looks hard, but it actually breaks when you touch it.

Imperial Physician Liu, who was guarding Bai Rui on the side, saw that Bai Rui's breath was getting weaker and weaker, and the breath that was hanging with the decoction medicine gradually decreased.

The heartbeat also slows down and gradually stabilizes.

Turning Bai Rui's pulse again, Imperial Physician Liu looked far away, and said in a trembling voice: "His Royal Highness the Prince, already"

"Knock-" A voice came from the door, Song Weiyan was dressed in disheveled, dressed in red, and appeared in front of everyone, holding a white flower tightly in her hand.

"Meet Lord Tianxiang" Everyone hurriedly saluted Song Weiyan.

"Enough. Hurry up and give this to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Song Weiyan's lips were white, her skin was pale and pale, and she was almost unsteady on her feet.

Someone immediately took the flower in Song Weiyan's hand, and then hurriedly gave it to His Royal Highness the Prince.

"What should I do, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince won't open his mouth, and he won't be able to feed it." And a servant girl said in a weeping voice.

"Get out of the way." Song Weiyan walked over, snatched the Xiyan flower in the handmaid's hand, moved Bai Rui's chin away with one hand, stuffed the Xiyan flower into it, and took the water cup on the side, no matter what, directly poured it into Bai Rui, regardless of whether it would choke or not.

"Celestial-sama, what's wrong with your back?" The sharp-eyed maid saw that Song Weiyan had a burning scar on her back, and there were many small but deep wounds.

Ignore what kind of crowd is behind it.

Bending down and resting her forehead against Bai Rui's forehead, Song Weiyan whispered, with a pleading tone: "His Royal Highness the Prince, I beg you, please wake up quickly." Please wake up quickly, please."

"Please, minister"

The beginning of autumn is the July Festival. Spring is raw, ripe is autumn, ripe is light, so autumn is light wings, so it is called "flying dragon autumn, swimming to the sky", there is autumn high and refreshing. Spring flowers and autumn moons, flowers are warm and prosperous; The moon is cold and simple; From this, the autumn night is bright, the autumn wind is white, there is clear water and autumn element, and the autumn water is the god jade and the bone. And Tyuming is empty, the wild color is vast and ownerless, and it is only the autumn waves that are crossing, the autumn is cool and charming, and the autumn is unbearable. It is good to understand the harvest season in this way.

This is still the day of the autumn calculation, but this day was suppressed by Song Weiyan, and the annual autumn calculation was changed to once every five years.

First, the peasants were no longer in a hurry, and second, the local officials were no longer in a hurry.

Autumn is no longer a cruel festival that makes people turn their backs.

Then, there were some rather elegant poems on the streets, on the desks, and one of them was very famous.

"Dew Lost Grass. The stars are hanging, and the cool toad is low on the forest surface. Su'e Qingnu Douchanjuan is doubly quiet. Gradually, Danfeng shook the dawn. The scales of the fish are small. It seems that the old people look at each other, and penetrate, clear and half-paid, and specially take a photo. Looking at Jiguan Mountain, the waves travel for thousands of miles, and it is difficult to live like a year. Fenglou listened to the autumn wind tonight, and Nai Wu was even more worried. Thinking about the jade box, the mourning strings are closed. Unintentional lovesickness. Seeing Haoyue, pulling away from hatred, hiding his lonely face, how many tears flowed. "After a doorman finished reading.

Immediately, an official stood up and said, "This poem is really well written, but this person is also very bold and uses poetry to pave the way for his future." ”

"Oh." Song Weiyan was still eating melon seeds, absent-mindedly, "Is this the literati of this year's exam?" ”

"Yes. Xia Guan and the others have always thought that this person is very good. The new official said.

He Fangshu, the former secretary of the ministry, was originally a full-time manager of the promotion of officials, but he wanted to do the affairs of the criminal department, which turned out to be well-intentioned, but he didn't expect that he and his family would lose their lives in vain.

However, it can't just be blamed on He Fangshu, during the reign of the first emperor, in order to save money, there was a vacancy in the official position, and there was no timely supplement, which formed the phenomenon of one Shangshu managing many departments.

Regardless of it, now, after Song Weiyan took the throne, she has changed that state in just a few months, and she is worthy of having the bloodline of the Song family, fully inheriting Bai Ze's ability to manage the court, and it is really not to be underestimated.

"You can see what you do. Such a trivial matter, I often come to ask the true appearance, is there really nothing to do when the original appearance? What is the use of the court raising you? ”

"The lower officials don't dare."

"Let's go down. There are still some things to deal with in this phase. ”

"The lower officials will retire."