The cry was miserable and sorrowful. How many real emotions and how many scenes are mixed in it?

Outside the hall, there was a moment of calm, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Emperor Chunyuan strode into the courtyard, and what he saw was such a miserable picture. The two delicate figures clinging to each other tightly, but the ground was stained with blood, making his eyes solemn and solemn.

When the ancient painting fan saw Emperor Chunyuan, as if he had seen the backbone of the main heart, he immediately said with tears in his eyes: "Your Majesty, save the sister of the slave maid, please save her!" ”

That blood-red had already made her love out of control. Whether it is acting or real emotions at this moment, only she knows it!

Emperor Chunyuan strode towards the dying figure, picked Mu Ya up, didn't look at everyone, and strode out of the hall.

The Fourth Highness on the side slowly retracted the steps he couldn't help but take, and the hand hidden in his sleeve trembled, and his muscles were bruised. His eyes were staring at the figure tightly, and no one could understand the color of his eyes.

There was also Mu Ya's wedding screen standing on the side, at this time she was already frightened to see her young lady being taken away by the emperor, and she wanted to catch up in a daze, but she saw the ancient painting fan that was still squatting on the ground.

The weak person in his arms was carried away by Emperor Chunyuan, and the ancient painting fan finally moved his stiff arm and breathed a sigh of relief. The sleeves slipped off, and the blue and purple fingers suddenly appeared in the eyes of everyone, but they didn't realize it.

But Ping'er screamed, threw herself in front of the ancient painting fan, and shouted, "Miss Biao, what's wrong with you, your hands!" ”

In a hurry, he actually shouted out the name of the ancient painting fan in the Guogong Mansion.

At this time, the eunuchs and palace maids in the courtyard suddenly remembered that this ancient painting fan was also born in the Guogong Mansion and was the niece of the Duke of Qi. Jia'er trembled even more, looking at Queen Jiang on the side, but saw Queen Jiang's eyes staring at the palace gate where the emperor disappeared, in a daze.

The ancient painting fan retracted his gaze at Chunyuan Lanxu, and then grinned and said to Ping'er: "I'm fine, you go and see my sister." ”

Ping'er clutched her sleeves tightly, but she didn't dare to reach out to touch her bruised hands.

But suddenly saw a black shadow flashing in front of him, and then stared at it, the young lady beside her had been taken away by the Seventh Highness who was dressed in black and had a handsome face, and quickly strode outside the hall.

Only then did he come back to his senses and quickly stood up and chased after him.

In the same place, only Chunyuan Lan Qing, who was already stunned, and the Fourth Highness Chunyuan Lan Ye, who was still in a trance, remained.

Chunyuan Lanqing took the lead in passing her senses, and hurriedly chased after her, muttering in her mouth: "This stinky girl, this stinky girl-"

Chunyuan Lan Ye stared back at Empress Jiang tightly, and then strode away.

After a while, the eunuchs and palace maids in the courtyard were still trembling and did not dare to get up.

Empress Jiang retracted her gaze, looked at the sky, and muttered, "Your Majesty, do you remember how our children died?" I, Jiang Qiwu, have no children or daughters in my life. Your Majesty, do you remember! ”

Jia'er looked at Queen Jiang's distracted face, and a tear slipped down...

It wasn't until he went out of the palace that the ancient painting fan came back to his senses in a trance, looking at the handsome face that was close at hand, and time left on his face only a more cold and heroic atmosphere after the wind and rain. In the past two years, the battlefield of fighting does not seem to have left any traces. But what seems to have become different is feeling, it is intuition.

"General......" The ancient painting fan muttered inaudibly, the two breaths were intertwined, and she was a little in a trance.

Chun Yuan Lan Xu lowered his head, looking at the face in his arms, his eyes were still clear and moving, and the corners of his mouth suddenly crossed a smile.

"Ancient painting fan, two years of palace life, what you learned is only to be beaten passively? Your sisters want to get rid of Empress Jiang by such means, but they are really daring! Your sister lost her child, what about you? Your hand is not wanted, is it! The gentle words were mixed with a strong hatred of iron and steel, and the slight trembling at the end of the words revealed the tension in his heart.

The ancient painting fan was silent, only looking at his face in a daze, and the incomparable peace of mind in his heart came from nowhere.

My brain was groggy, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw a familiar curtain, a familiar room.

This is her own room.

There was a momentary blank in her mind, and she tried to stand up and sit up, but there was a dull pain in her fingers, which made her exhale in pain, and she fell back on the bed.

When he raised his arm, he saw that his two palms had been wrapped in gauze like zongzi, and he slowly remembered that he had been tortured.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he smiled silently, but the smile was bitter.

"Fan'er, you're finally awake!"

The door opened, and the sound of fluttering was heard.

Piao Wu hurriedly put the decoction in his hand on the table, and walked to the edge of the bed in surprise and sat down. Seeing that the ancient painting fan was looking at his hands in a daze, he put away his smile, pursed his lips and said, "Fan'er, does it hurt again, come, drink the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor." ”

got up and brought the decoction, and sat up with the ancient painting fan.

His knees were extremely stiff, and he looked up at Piao Wu with a fan, and said, "My legs—"

Piao Wu patted her on the shoulder and said softly, "Fan'er, don't be afraid." Your knee is cut by a porcelain piece, but not so harshly. The doctor said that there was no injury to the bones. Fortunately, you are still young, and you are growing in your body, and you will soon be able to recover as before, but you can't get out of bed and walk these days, and you can bear with it for a while, and it will be better soon. ”

The ancient painting fan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, fortunately it was fine, otherwise it would have become a little lame.

When he lowered his eyes and saw his hands again, he lifted his heart again and asked, "What about my hands!" ”

Piao Wu pursed her lips when she heard this, but the heart of the ancient painting fan she saw fell heavily. It won't be so unlucky! The little cripple didn't take it as a handicap, and became a handicap party?

Piao Wu looked at her heavy face, and her originally strict expression was relaxed, and she actually giggled: "Don't worry, my tea mixer!" Your hands are very good, although your muscles and bones are a little frustrated, but you can't help but give us a bottle of magic medicine sent by the Seventh Highness of our heroic and martial arts! That was the medicine that was obtained from this battle this time, and it was the ultimate medicine that the Natulayan royal family worshipped. This is applied to your handbrake, and any injuries are completely healed! ”

Hearing her say this, the ancient painting fan completely relieved his heart, and looked down at his hands in a daze, but that handsome face appeared in his mind.

"Okay, don't be in a daze, hurry up, drink the medicine! This is the medicine that Taiyi He, who specially diagnosed and treated the emperor, took the pulse for you, wrote the prescription by hand, and grasped it with his own hands! ”

"Doctor He?" The ancient painting fan exclaimed. That's a senior imperial doctor, who has always been dedicated to the emperor's diagnosis and treatment.

Piao Wu grinned and said: "That's right, the emperor has placed Concubine Rou Niangniang, and he will listen to your injury, and without saying a word, he will order Imperial Doctor He to treat you, and also ordered that as long as it is useful for your injury, no matter how precious, go to the treasury to get it." You see, how much the emperor attaches importance to you, your hands that make tea for the emperor are really expensive! The latter sentence is pure ridicule, because anyone can imagine it, if the emperor really values the ancient painting fan, if he just wants the emperor to be so graceful with the skill of making tea, it is simply a fool's dream!

When the ancient painting fan heard this, he was even more grateful to the emperor. In any case, it is already a great blessing for her to be taken care of by the emperor so much. It's not that she is arrogant, in this era when Sun Quan is supreme and people are weak, this is not easy.

Suddenly, he remembered Mu Ya's bloody appearance, and asked nervously: "Piao Wu, you tell me truthfully, my sister, how is Concubine Rou Niangniang?" ”

Hearing this, Piao Wu retracted her laughing expression, pursed her lips and said, "Fan'er, Concubine Rou's two-month pregnancy is gone......"

Is it still gone after all? remembered Mu Ya's once innocent face and that bright smile. The ancient painting fan only felt heartache. Muya, how can you be so cruel to yourself, how can you bear to sacrifice your own flesh and blood-

Tears flowed down, and the ancient painting fan whimpered and lay on the fluttering shoulder.

Piao Wu reached out and patted her on the shoulder, whispering comfort. finally coaxed her to drink the medicine, and the two chatted a few more words, but they heard footsteps outside, followed by a report from a palace maid.

"Painted fan girl, the sixteenth highness has come down!"