Seeing that Emperor Chunyuan finally stopped writing, the ancient painting fan immediately put down the vitality in his hand, smiled lightly and picked up the medicinal food on the side and handed it to Emperor Chunyuan.

Emperor Chunyuan shook his head helplessly, put down the pen in his hand, stretched out his hand to take the medicinal food, and ate it in a big gulp, then looked at the ancient painting fan again.

Gu Huafan looked at the empty bowl, then smiled with satisfaction, put down the jade bowl and said softly: "The slave maid just went outside to cover the window with a light veil, and separated it from the window. ”

When Emperor Chunyuan heard this, he chuckled, then glanced at the still bright room, and asked: "Since it is separated from the cloth, the light outside should also be separated, and the inside of the room should be darker, but why is it still so bright?" ”

"The slave maid said, it's a light yarn, a mesh of fine gas, not too dense, don't worry about covering the light. It is not too loose, so that individual small fallen leaves can take advantage of it. The ancient painting fan said softly.

When Emperor Chunyuan heard this, he smiled loudly and shouted, Okay!

The ancient painting fan also laughed softly, looking at Emperor Chunyuan's increasingly old face, a sense of melancholy came to his heart.

Time is unforgiving, no matter who it is, no matter how smart and peerless, it will not be able to calculate the ruthless flow of time after all.

The only fair thing in this world is that everyone dies.

Sooner or later, the ending is the same.

Walking alone in the back garden, watching the afterglow of the sunset slowly dissipate, no matter how bright, dazzling, and eye-catching it is during the day, it will eventually go to darkness and dissipate.

It has been her eighth year in the palace now, and too many things have happened in these years, as long as a lifetime, but they have dissipated in a hurry, and there is no time to sigh.

As early as the year before last, Chunyuan Lan Ye married Zhang Zhiruo, the pearl of Qi Guohou, she could have secretly stopped it, but she didn't do it after all.

Mu Ya said that she put it down, and when she saw him wearing a red groom's official costume, she would not feel heartache or anger. This life is so long, she can't just grasp a painful memory of the past. She has a father who loves her, a self who has always treated her sincerely, and a status that she has now.

She's enough—

Looking at Mu Ya's quiet face, the ancient painting fan only felt that it was so beautiful, so much for her to look forward to.

It would be nice if one day she also gently let go of all the people and things she cared about.

Then there is Sister Piaowu, at the bonfire party that year, the man who forced her to dance has been chasing Piaowu since then, and he actually chased straight from the beginning to the imperial city.

Sister Piaowu will be twenty-four years old next year, and she has reached the age of being released from the palace.

Some time ago, the man who had been following Sister Piaowu secretly inquired about her, and she was only anxious about him, but she still told him about Piaowu being released from the palace next year.

Looking at his instantly joyful face and his hand that she didn't know where to place, she knew that Sister Piaowu's life had been settled.

She has nothing but blessings. She hoped that there would be no more accidents in the days before Sister Piaowu left the palace. Sometimes I wish time could go faster, but sometimes I wish time could go slower, slower. This life is in such a hurry, she is unwilling.

In addition to working on political affairs these days, Emperor Chunyuan is also making decisions about the fate of Princess Jing'an. All the young and promising children of the Manchu Dynasty have been read by Emperor Chunyuan one by one, but they are trying to be cautious, because there is no result yet.

On the contrary, it is Princess Jing'an, who is going to come to the Qingxin Palace every once in a while to complain, she told herself that she doesn't want to marry now, and it is not difficult to guess from her expression that the little girl already has someone she likes in her heart.

It's just that in her eyes, Princess Jing'an is still a little girl, but in the eyes of others, she doesn't think so. She had the same birthday as Jing'an, but Jing'an was eleven months older than her. It's a real twenty-year-old girl.

At the age of twenty, I am afraid that those who married early in modern times will have children. Not to mention in this ancient world where you could marry at the age of fifteen!

There are also several princes, the eldest Chunyuan Lan Ye has already married, and the child is almost a year old. Chunyuan Lanyu, a playboy with a group of wives and concubines, naturally doesn't have to worry about it. Then there is Chunyuan Lanmu, he was born in the same year as Chunyuan Lanxu, but three months earlier than Chunyuan Lanxu! But now he is twenty-seven years old, and so far neither of them has married a wife, nor has he taken a concubine, not even a personal maid.

Emperor Chunyuan urged more than once, but both of them had all kinds of reasons to shirk, and in the end, Emperor Chunyuan had no choice but to give up.

Then there is Chunyuan Lanqing, who threatens to be like his sixth brother and seventh brother, cultivate his self-cultivation, do big things, and ignore the personal affairs of his children for the time being, and make a statement. It made Emperor Chunyuan speechless when he heard it, and his stomach hurt when he heard them suffocating.

In this way, as if he was sorting out everything in his life, Emperor Chunyuan considered and solved everything that he had not done before, what should have been done, and what should not be done, and even all the things that could be postponed on weekdays were tried to be completed as quickly as possible.

All of these things made the ancient painting fan secretly frightened, but he had no choice but to accept it, so he could only pray silently.

These days, she is more dedicated to everything than ever for Emperor Chunyuan, and she only guards Emperor Chunyuan all day long, doing her best to accompany and enlighten as much as possible. But time still walked minute by minute, never one step faster, never one beat slower.

Although she still pays attention to all the people and things she cares about, she doesn't interfere, no longer tries to change anything, all she has to do now is accompany and wait, and she can only accompany and wait.

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"Ahem, ahem—"

In the elegant room, there were bursts of coughing from time to time, which was depressing and dull. Although it was pouring rain outside, it still couldn't hide the thick coolness.

Piao Wu had just walked to the small courtyard of the ancient painting fan with an umbrella and medicinal food, when he heard this suppressed coughing sound, and immediately walked anxiously and quickly towards the house. The rain soaked her dress, and she didn't know it.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw an ancient painting fan dressed in a single coat sitting on a stool, reaching out to pour tea.

"My good fan! It's cold today! Why don't you wear more and then go to the ground. This tea has cooled and can no longer be drunk! Come and hurry, this is a medicinal meal that has just been cooked, just drink it. Piao Wu frowned, hurriedly put the medicinal food in his hand on the table, and reached out to snatch away the herbal tea that the ancient painting fan was about to drink in his mouth.

The ancient painting fan still chuckled, but he suddenly clutched his chest and coughed again.

"You're still laughing! I haven't been resting well for days, my body and bones are like this, and I don't know how to recuperate, what do you let me say about you! "Fluttering, hating iron but not steel, horizontal ancient painting fan, some pale face. (To be continued.) )