It's November, and she's been recuperating from her injuries for three months before she can barely get out of bed and move her muscles a little. It's just that the weather is getting colder and colder, and my chest is often stuffy and coughing.

The medicinal diet has been eaten, and the decoction has never been stopped, although the recovery is slow, but after all, it is healing day by day.

During this period, my sister will often come to see her, but her body has become more and more bad after the last incident. Also, during that period of physical recuperation, my sister must have been depressed and unhappy, and her mind was heavy, so how could her body be good?

Thinking of the sigh in her eyes when she and her sister looked at each other and smiled, I was very melancholy for a while.

Reaching out and covering the brocade box placed on the table, it contained the medicine that Master Yiyun had told her not to stop.

It was these medicines that made her still shocked. In the brocade box, there were more than a dozen pieces of blood snow lotus lying quietly, which was the same as the snow lotus in her purse!

She only guessed that her mother gave her and her brother two identical purses back then, presumably her brother's purse also contained the same blood snow lotus.

But she didn't know whether her brother was alive or dead now, she asked her uncle, but her uncle also said that he didn't see his brother at that time.5./books//148/

The Great Interpreter of the Stars.

Where did Master Yiyun's Blood Snow Lotus come from?

Could it be that there is still a second blood snow lotus in zài?

But thinking about it, although Master Yiyun doesn't pay attention to it on weekdays, she has never questioned his ability, and it is not strange to say that he has these blood snow lotuses that the world has never seen.

Looking at the contents of the brocade box, she couldn't help but sigh, she had never heard of it in her previous life, let alone gave it to her without money!

If she had known that this snow lotus was so useful, she would have grabbed the snow lotus in her purse and eaten it. Then there can be that terrifying 'little ghost experience outfit'!

The green of the courtyard has long since withered, and it is extremely depressed, and the wind at night is cold.

Gu Huafan looked at the already dark sky, sighed lightly, and unconsciously sat alone until the night.

Gathered his clothes, picked up the brocade box and walked into the room. The soft candlelight reflected the woman frowning slightly, and the endless hazy beauty was filled.

Emperor's Grace. She doesn't have to get up early and go to the Pure Heart Hall to serve now. So she washed up and went to sleep.

Xu is wound is still healing, and the body of the ancient painting fan is very tired, and soon he will no longer toss and turn. Sleep peacefully.

In the middle of the night, the person on the bed frowned, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his expression was extremely unstable.

In the dream, two figures waved knives at each other. Stains of blood stained the bodies of the two, and the red was terrifying!

"Ahh

The ancient painting opened its eyes suddenly. He sat up with a scream. Her chest rose and fell violently, and a dull pain hit her, and she bent down in pain, coughing incessantly.

Half a day. The violently beating heart slowly calmed down, and the ancient painting fan wiped his face, and he didn't know whether it was sweat or tears on his face.

Sit still for a moment. But he no longer felt the slightest sleep, and got up and got out of bed. Grab the cloak from the hanger and walk outside.

The cold night breeze blew through her thin body, and at this moment she felt her anxious heart slowly calm down.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, the stars are dotted, there is not a single dark cloud in the sky, and the entire vast starry sky can be seen at a glance. Looking at the full moon, she remembered the world that seemed to be the previous life.

In a trance, she remembered that poem again.

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

Thousands of miles together, so are the two different worlds at the same time?

The inaudible sigh was scattered in the depression of the courtyard, and no one could hear it after all.

With a plucked string with his hands, a song that he had overheard in his previous life flowed out, and the melody was melodious, as if sighing for the long road of life.

The vast sky, the green mountains

Who are the clouds and geese hovering

Heart to heart, love to connect

How many times have I dreamed of your face

Rolling red dust, all kinds of love

It's hard to break the lovesickness every year

The moon is full, and the sky is blue

You bloom in my heart, and it has never changed

One finger of quicksand, three thousand obsession

There have been no words for the past few years

I look forward to it for that one look

You are the most beautiful picture

One finger of quicksand, three thousand obsession

Great love is infinite forever

This attachment has no complaints and no regrets

You can't hear my call

When love is strong, there is always no word

If you can't see each other, it's better to miss it

The lamp is gone, and I don't get tired of it

If you want to pay the strings, the breeze is your companion

Rolling red dust

It's hard to break the lovesickness every year

The moon is full, and the sky is blue

You bloom in my heart, and it has never changed

One finger of quicksand, three thousand obsession

There have been no words for the past few years

I look forward to it for that one look

You are the most beautiful picture

One finger of quicksand, three thousand obsession

Great love is infinite forever

This attachment has no complaints and no regrets

You can't hear my call

One finger of quicksand, three thousand obsession

There have been no words for the past few years

I look forward to it for that one look

You are the most beautiful picture

One finger of quicksand, three thousand obsession

Great love is infinite forever

This attachment has no complaints and no regrets

You can't hear my call

You can't hear my call

At the end of the song, the ancient painting fan caresses the strings, and a soft sigh slowly overflows.5./books//146/

Suspense and suspicion 1, the president is affectionate and unrepentant.

The fingertips were already frozen stiff, and the ancient painting fan exhaled turbidity lightly, looking up at the void, slightly distracted.

"Is that you?"

A temptation that couldn't suppress the excitement woke up the ancient painting suddenly, and looked back at the courtyard gate.

There, standing quietly in a plain nightgown, Emperor Chunyuan, with long hair untied, his shrewd eyes on weekdays were full of incomprehensible brilliance at the moment.

Hope, joy, worry, apprehension, vulnerability,......

These expressions appeared on Emperor Chunyuan, which the ancient painting fan never dared to think, and it was also something that everyone dared not think.

The ancient painting fan looked at Emperor Chunyuan, who was the most rigorous on weekdays, in astonishment, and came here in such a panic when he was only wearing a thin nightgown. For a while, I forgot about the reaction.

The night is thick, and a white cloak covers the woman's thin body in the courtyard, and the hazy face is facing away from the moonlight, making it difficult to see.5./books//147/

The door to rebirth in the last days.

The figure in his memory is also like this, he can't see it clearly, but it is deeply engraved in his blood and bones, and it is extremely clear.

The familiar tone, the unique melody, the unique style, there will be no second person in this world except her.

Parted in a hurry, and now that more than ten years have passed, really, did he really let him meet her again?

Emperor Chunyuan only felt that he had always had excellent self-control, and when he met this woman who was deeply rooted in his soul, it all became a joke.

This is a king's greatest Achilles' heel, but he doesn't want to restrain it, and he can't restrain it.

Walking slowly towards that figure, Emperor Chunyuan only felt that in this short distance, how much courage he had to use to complete it.

The ancient painting fan frowned and looked at the abnormal Emperor Chunyuan, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Suddenly, Li Xiuwen's shout came from outside the courtyard: "Your Majesty, where are you going!" Your Majesty, slow down! Your Majesty, can you put on your clothes and go again, it's cold outside! The Emperor—"

Li Xiuwen chased to the door and saw Emperor Chunyuan who was slowly walking towards the courtyard.

Looking up, there was a figure of an ancient painting fan standing in the courtyard.

The ancient painting fan saw Li Xiuwen coming quickly, and then he suddenly woke up, looked at Emperor Chunyuan, who was getting closer and closer, immediately knelt down, and said: "Slave ancient painting fan, please say hello to the emperor." ”

The reason why she reported her name and surname was because he hadn't forgotten the sentence that the emperor asked: Is it you?

Who did the emperor think of her?

Why did you think she was who he thought she was?

Because of this song?

Thinking of this, the ancient painting fan was shocked, if this is really the case-!!

Hearing that respectful greeting, Emperor Chunyuan's slow steps froze, and he stood in place, his chaotic eyes looking straight at the figure prostrate on the ground.

After a moment, her eyes slowly returned to her clarity, and she looked at the figure of the ancient painting fan in a daze, and then looked at the guzheng next to her, her hands trembling.

Looking up at the void, he began to laugh, but the desolate laughter echoed in the dark night, and it made people's hearts ache.

The ancient painting looked up at Emperor Chunyuan, but saw him turn around and strode away.

Li Xiuwen hurriedly chased after him, walked two steps and stopped, trotted all the way to the side of the ancient painting fan, held her arm, and said anxiously: "Hurry up, your body is not well, why are you wearing such a thin dress in the courtyard to blow the wind!" ”

The ancient painting fan stood up with Li Xiuwen's strength and smiled gratefully at the amiable old man.

Li Xiuwen scolded her, and then hurriedly ran outside the courtyard and noticed that the ancient painting fan wanted to catch up, so he stopped her and said, "Go back to the house quickly, the emperor has me there!" ”

"There's Father-in-law Lao Li!" Ancient painting fan road.

"That's it! Don't be poor! Let's go back! Li Xiuwen's figure disappeared at the gate of the courtyard, and the voice disappeared with it.

For a long time, the ancient painting fan was still standing in the courtyard, looking at the guqin on the stone table, and couldn't return to his senses for a long time.

There have really been so many things happening lately, and she is too busy to take care of herself now, and she really doesn't know how to deal with it.

Alas! (To be continued.) )