Emperor Chunyuan suddenly fell seriously ill, this place is far away from the imperial city Tiangao Road, and it is not suitable to move, so he sent people back to the city to invite all the imperial doctors in the palace to treat Emperor Chunyuan. Huoran? Wen??? ｗ?ｗ?ｗ?．

This illness came suddenly, it came seriously, and everyone stared at the situation of Emperor Chunyuan tightly, but people's hearts were separated from their stomachs. Whether the concern is concern or evil intentions, there is no way to know.

The First Wish hadn't been here for several days, and the ancient painting fan himself was leisurely, but after some time, when the First Wish came back, he brought her this amazing news.

For the Chunyuan seal, she is respectful, reverent, and also afraid. Although life in the palace is really painful, but put aside everything else, just talk about Emperor Chunyuan and her over the years, counting carefully, there is no sense of peace that does not penetrate into the bone marrow.

The ancient painting frowned slightly and looked at the flowing clouds in the sky, now she is confused again, reborn in a lifetime, what is it for, life is short but extremely tired, as long as there is a life, endless choices and confusion, it is really embarrassing.

"I only know that you are from the imperial city, but I don't know why you are so concerned about the emperor because of your thunderous temperament, every time you mention him, you will be involuntarily stunned."

Hatsunohara, who was sitting quietly on the side, took a sip of tea and said in a clear voice.

The ancient painting fanned back to his senses and chuckled: "Just because I pay more attention to the emperor for the sake of the common people in the world!" ”

Hatsunohara chuckled and glanced at her, then said softly, "How long do you plan to live here by yourself, only empty him-"

"Prince Tilt, there are some things that I don't want to mention again."

"Oh well! As you wish. It's just that there are some things that you have to think twice about, as long as you have a clear conscience, then do it! The first wish sighed.

The ancient painting fan stroked the already cold porcelain cup in his hand, and was stunned for a long time, then gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, raised his eyes to look at the original plain, and said solemnly: "Can you take me to see the emperor." ”

Hatsunohara glanced at her in surprise but not unexpectedly, put down the porcelain cup, and then said softly: "Why not!" ”

The ancient painting fan chuckled and was silent.

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It's night.

Dressed in brocade clothes, the first nohara of Gong Qian slowly walked towards Emperor Chunyuan's bedroom, and a woman in white behind him lowered her head and followed slowly.

Chu Zhi was originally a prince of tilting, but there were few people who stood in the way, and there were soldiers who interrogated each other, and they only said that they went to visit Emperor Chunyuan's illness.

Although it was night, Emperor Chunyuan was sick, so naturally there were doctors who stayed up late to accompany him, so that he could observe his condition at all times.

Therefore, the dormitory is still brightly lit at this moment.

Hatsunohara walked into the courtyard outside the dormitory with the woman in white, and immediately turned to the corridor and disappeared into the night.

The moon was hollow, and Emperor Chunyuan, who had drunk the medicine, naturally wanted to rest, and the doctors withdrew from the dormitory under the leadership of Liufu and went to the side hall to rest. The dormitory, which was originally bright and bright, was now dark.

Prince Tilt also walked out of the dormitory, and behind him was still a woman dressed in white with her head bowed.

The soldiers guarding the gate were naturally released.

After a busy day, the dormitory is already quiet.

In the dormitory, at night, a woman dressed in white showed her figure from the rockery and walked towards the gate of the palace shrouded in night.

The woman's eyes calmly looked at Li Xiuwen, who was standing respectfully outside the closed hall gate, and Liufu, who was dozing on the side, and the corners of her lips pursed slightly.

At night, it is still like being in the palace, and this scene has long been carved into the bone marrow and has become a part of my mind.

At this moment, her heart was at peace.

Walking towards the door of the temple, dressed in white like a night elf.

As soon as he walked into the courtyard, several guards flew from the shadows, holding sharp swords that flashed with cold light, pointing at a woman dressed in white. Stop her from taking another step.

The woman stopped, as if she had expected it, and she was not alarmed.

"Who!"

But I heard Li Xiuwen shouting.

Lukfook, who was dozing off next to him, was suddenly awakened and immediately looked at the courtyard.

Coincidentally, the woman in white raised her head slightly, and her smooth and white face, and familiar eyebrows and eyes reflected in the moonlight, made Liufu rub her eyes vigorously, and murmured in disbelief: "Sister Fan'er-"

Dressed in white, the elegance is peerless, this person is an ancient painting fan.

Li Xiuwen saw the face of the ancient painting fan clearly, and he was also a little shocked, and shouted: "Girl! ”

As the emperor's personal guard, everyone knows this palace maid who used to be on an errand in front of the emperor, and after seeing her clearly, they all looked at each other and looked at Li Xiuwen.

Li Xiuwen waved his hand at them, and the group disappeared into the dark night.

"Sister Fan'er, it's really you!" Rokfoku shouted in disbelief and strode towards the ancient painting fan.

The ancient painting fan smiled lightly at him, then looked up at Li Xiuwen, and blessed him slightly, then he knelt down on his knees with his clothes swinged, and said softly: "The slave maid came to rest assured that the emperor's illness was not relieved, and I wanted to come and see it." ”

This voice was neither light nor heavy, but it was enough for the Pure Yuan Emperor in the room to hear it.

Suddenly, the door of the dormitory was opened, and the Chunyuan Emperor, who was wearing an outer robe and having a little gray hair, walked out of the room.

The ancient painting fan looked at Emperor Chunyuan not far away, and suddenly felt sour, and after a long time of parting, he suddenly saw it again. She realized how much she couldn't let go.

Emperor Chunyuan raised his steps lightly and walked towards the ancient painting fan step by step, his eyes staring closely at her face in the dark moonlight.

For a long time, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and a trace of darkness that had been silent for many years at the bottom of his eyes dissipated, like a rising sun.

"Get up." Emperor Chunyuan stopped in front of the ancient painting fan and said softly.

The familiar voice is a little tired and old, and the familiar feeling is somewhat different from the past.

The ancient painting fanned his nose sour, leaned over and buckled his head, and then stood up gently.

Looking at Emperor Chunyuan, who had been separated for a few months in front of him, he was already much older than before at this moment. But there are some differences, the sorrow around him is gone, the dark breath is gone, as if he has unconsciously let go of the burden of a thousand catties, and it is suddenly lighter.

"You've been doing well these days!" Emperor Chunyuan asked softly. It's like the most ordinary whispering homely.

The ancient painting fanned his nose slightly red, and said in a low voice: "The slave wants to come back to serve the emperor, please ask the emperor to agree." ”

Liufu on the side was extremely surprised, but he was glared at by Li Xiuwen and lowered his head, but the smile rippling at the corner of his mouth gradually deepened.

Emperor Chunyuan chuckled when he heard this, raised his eyes to look at the bright moon in the sky, and those previous dreams passed through his mind one by one, and then he said softly: "I, I've been waiting-"

What he was waiting for, he himself did not know. This life is coming to an end, with a thousand tastes and regrets, he has lost too much, wants too much, and left too much.

Now the only thing he waits for. It's the end of the vicissitudes of life! (To be continued.) )