Suo Etu was detained, and the forces of all sides were surging, with tension and uneasiness, May rushed by, and the capital in June was a little breathless. However, in the palace of Prince Yu, the bamboo basket often feels cold, the brush will suddenly slip from his hand when writing, and he suddenly looks up when walking, only to find that he has gone in the wrong direction, and will suddenly wake up from his dream after falling asleep, and his body will be wet. Each of them laughed so happily that even the imperial physician said that Prince Yu's health was gradually improving, but only Zhu Zhen knew that his limit was approaching.

"What's wrong, your hands are so cold?" Siruk's gentle voice sounded in Zhu Zong's ears, and the slightest warmth in his hand made Zhu Zhen gradually come back to his senses.

"It's nothing, maybe I didn't sleep well last night." Zhu Zhen smiled faintly.

"Why didn't you sleep well? But what's not satisfying? Siruk gently grabbed Zhu Zheng's shoulder.

After a little groaning, Zhu Zhen said ruthlessly: "It's just that I dreamed of a good master, and I was just a little worried." ”

Siluk was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "It's rare that you have this heart, if you want to be a good concubine, go back." ”

Really hearing what Siruk said this, Zhu Zhen couldn't bear it again and shook his head.

Siluk smiled and patted the bamboo basket's hand, and said: "Since you are concerned, let's go and see, if you miss your Uncle Fu and me, ask Babel to bring a letter, and Aunt will go to the palace to take your leave, and take you to stay for a few days." ”

Zhu Zhen opened his mouth, his heart was depressed, and nodded lightly.

On the second day, Babeile personally came to pick up the bamboo basket, and the bamboo basket had already said goodbye to Prince Yu and the Siluk clan. Jian Chun and Dye Qiu wanted to help Zhu Zhen pack up his clothes, but Zhu Zhen thought that he had come empty-handed and didn't need to pack anything more, so he stopped them, and only when he was about to leave the house, he folded back again, and picked out the ruby bat orchid hairpin from the makeup box and tied it firmly on the bun.

When Babel came, Zhu Zhen was standing at the gate of Prince Yu's courtyard, I don't know if it was because she was sick a few days ago and had not yet recovered, from a distance, she looked so weak, and she looked up at her gaze, which was different from the estrangement and bystanders from the bottom of her heart when facing him before, it was more like a kind of cry for help.

Babel quickened his pace, walked to the side of the bamboo basket, and said, "Why are you standing here?" Don't you go in? ”

Zhu Zhen said lightly: "I have already said goodbye to Uncle Fu and Auntie." After saying that, he turned his head back to the courtyard, and his gaze was sticky, as if he could not be disconnected.

Babel didn't interrupt her, for a long time, and said, "Let's go, if you think about it in the future, I'll bring you again." ”

Again? Again. Zhu Zhen slowly lowered his head, is there really a next time? Without. At this moment, if you look at it more, you will see it, even if you can't see it.

"Uncle Fu will be fine." It's very light, but it's not a question sentence, I don't know whether to say it to Babel, or to convince myself.

"Of course it's okay, the second uncle also said that he would teach you archery." Babel grasped the trembling fingertips of the bamboo basket and cooled inside. These plain hands always maintain a light temperature throughout the year, and he rarely has contact with her, but every time, he remembers it clearly, and the temperature is the greatest comfort for him in the face of her light face, but now, it is gone.

He held it tighter.

On the night of returning to the palace, Prince Gong died.

Babeiler wanted to hide it from the bamboo basket, but when the prince died, the government and the opposition mourned, and the palace was dressed plainly, where could he hide it. When he heard the news, he froze on the spot. How so? How could it be! A few days ago, he was still fine, and he was still smiling and wanting to eat meat and drink wine with himself, so how could a high-spirited person be gone like this?

Zhu Zhen couldn't understand, she always thought that she would hear the news of Prince Yu's death one day not far away, she thought of every situation she faced with this matter, and she even thought about how she would talk to Aunt Fu and how to talk to Babel after the incident. Leaving early is just trying to soften the impact as much as possible.

But she never expected that when she was not fully prepared, the news of Prince Gong's death came first!

She didn't know how Babel came to be and how he got there. Although she didn't have much contact with Prince Gong, he was a real person who had stayed in his life after all! He seems to be a fool, but he hides amazing knowledge and generosity, even if he chats with her little palace maid and little girl, he can't feel his contempt and neglect at all, as if she is on an equal footing with him. But God didn't let them get along for a few more days, so he took him away, because Uncle Chang knew a lot, and the stories and legends he told were so wonderful that God couldn't wait to hear them?

"Can you ......" Without waiting for Zhu Ji to speak, Babeile nodded and said, "I have already taken leave for you at Eniang, Yiermu...... Go see her. ”

Picked the most plain one of the navy blue fine piping floral moon white cotton skirt, before going out, I saw the jasmine on the windowsill, when the thirteenth elder brother sent it, I was full of joy, but at this time, only one was still blooming on the branches. The bamboo basket folded off the last flower, and the hairpin was in the hair without a hair ornament, and pushed the door to find Babel.

In the carriage, the bamboo basket sat quietly in his seat, his head hanging low, his hands kept rubbing, his knees tightly together, and his whole body stiffened.

Babel looked at it for a while, moved to the side of the bamboo basket, grabbed the bamboo basket by the shoulder with one hand, and covered the bamboo basket's clenched hands with the other hand, without saying a word.

When the coachman outside said "It's here", the bamboo basket stiffened, but Babel first lifted the curtain and got out of the car, and then turned around and helped the bamboo basket down.

The large clusters of white flowers and the continuous couplings pierced the nerves of the bamboo basket, and the gloomy word "Dian" on the big white lantern was like a spell from hell, making the bamboo basket dizzy.

Along the way, Zhu Zhen turned a deaf ear, she only looked straight ahead, she had to see her Uncle Chang at first sight, otherwise she couldn't give up, this was the nightmare that plagued her all night last night, leaving shadowy traces under her eyes.

The heavy coffin hit hard in the heart of the bamboo basket, and it hurt dullly. Someone said something next to her, Zhu Zhen couldn't listen to it, she walked straight to the coffin, clasped the coffin lid with both hands, she was afraid, but she was unwilling, she was afraid to see Chang Ning lying in it coldly, but she was unwilling, maybe, maybe there was no one inside, or perhaps, he still had breathing.

Who is pulling her, trying to pull her away, she doesn't care, she is unwilling, she wants to see clearly!

"Ji'er." It was as if someone was calling her, a beautiful voice, with powerlessness and sadness.

"Ji'er." Again, the sound seemed to be closer, as if it was right in the ears.

"Ji'er, Zhen'er......" followed by a tight sound, the voice is so familiar, although it is a little hoarse, but it is so familiar, it seems to be Sister Yi, right! It's Sister Yi.

Zhu Zhen looked at the source of the sound, and his eyes gradually focused - oh my God! Where is this Sister Yi? Is this the lark that sings on the savannah? Swollen eyes, sunken cheeks, and pale lips were not alive at all.

Yiermu took the bamboo basket into his arms and said softly, "When Ama left, I was always by my side. ”

Zhu Zhen gradually quieted down, she rested her chin on Yiermu's shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Chang is walking, are you okay?" ”

Yiermu nodded and said, "It's very peaceful. ”

The bamboo basket let out an "um", buried his head in Yiermu's shoulder, and refused to raise his head for a long time.

Ilmu gently followed the back of the bamboo basket and stood in place.

For a long time, Babeiler tentatively called the bamboo basket, but there was no response. Only then did I find out that at some point, the bamboo basket had fallen asleep in Ilmu's arms. Babel took the bamboo basket from Ilmu's arms, and the piece on Ilmu's shoulder was already soaked.

When he woke up again, it was dark. Before he moved, the voice of Babel came in the dimness: "Wake up." Then the room lit up.

Where is this? Zhu Zhen looked at Babel suspiciously. Babeile looked at the bamboo basket for a while, then sighed and shook his head: "This is my house, the house you lived in before." ”

After Babel said this, the bamboo basket suddenly appeared, no wonder it looked familiar, it turned out to be the house where he had been living before.

"It's the hour, you've slept all day, do you want to get up and get something to eat?" Babel asked.

Zhu Zhen shook his head and said, "I'm not hungry yet." Then he looked at Babel and said, "Why are you in your house?" ”

Babeile's eyes were faint, and he said: "You fainted in Prince Gong's mansion before, there are many people doing things in the palace, and Yiermu is busy in front, and he can't take time to take care of you, so it's not good for you to send you back to the palace directly, so I will bring you to my mansion." E-Niang has already asked someone to talk, don't worry. ”

Zhu Zhen nodded and thanked Babel.

Babel said again: "In the past few days, I think you will live in my house, your body still needs to recuperate, and there are not many people around Eniang, so it is quieter to live here." ”

Babel is right, living here is indeed much less disciplined than in the palace, but can he really be an ostrich who ignores everything in Babel's mansion? Not.

Zhu Jingjing swam from her mind, and Babeile on the side knew her habits, and she didn't interrupt her on weekdays, but today she was worried that she was thinking nonsense because of Prince Gong's death, so she said loudly: "Are you thinking about how to reject me?" ”

"Huh?" Zhu Zhen came back to his senses and looked at Babel.

"Don't even think about it, E-Niang has already said it, if you want to go back, if you don't take me with you, the guards guarding the palace won't let you go." Babel got up with a smile, ordered the outside to bring in the porridge and side dishes, and watched the bamboo basket drink the porridge up.

After sleeping for a day, Zhu Zhen couldn't sleep for a while, but when he thought that if he got up, maybe he would meet Ba Fu Jin to find fault, so forget it, and he still wanted to sleep with Babeleto, so he closed his eyes and lay down again.

Babeile thought that he didn't sleep well last night, although he slept for a day today, he didn't sleep well, and several times, in his dreams, he stretched out his hands into the air in horror and wanted to grab something, and he held it again and again, and he didn't dare to go away, and even the official documents were moved here for review. She was not used to having light when she slept, and when it got dark, he simply couldn't even read the official documents, and only stayed quietly by the side.

The knowledge of the living habits and preferences of the bamboo basket mainly comes from the days when she lived in her own house, but she did not know. He didn't care if she knew, when he was with Yun Yu, the ninth brother and the tenth brother also knew, and the relationship with Yun Yu was not so much the love between men and women, but the friendship between playmates when he was young. Because of Eniang's net worth, he was not less angry with his grandmother and eunuch, and Yun Yu was about the same age as himself, and his temperament was very similar to Eniang, but he became a person who could rarely talk to himself.

But now in the face of the bamboo basket, I can't tell what I think. At first, he approached her because he felt that she was very similar to Yun Yu, and wanted to get her and make up for the regrets left by Yun Yu from her. Her alienation once made her decide to let go, after all, it was not necessary to spend too much thought on a woman. But her words and a look made her change her mind and conquer her, maybe it would be very interesting.

Gradually, however, things began to get out of my control, and the feeling of not being able to control the overall situation was really bad. Even the ninth and tenth brothers themselves were reluctant to let her have too much contact with them. This kind of exclusive psychology has never been even found in Yun Yu. Bamboo basket has become an irreplaceable and unique woman in her life?

The time has passed, the light in the study is still on, and Ming Quan came in and persuaded: "Lord Belle, the fifth watch has passed, and I am about to go to the court, so you can rest." ”

Babel put down the book in his hand and looked out the window, at this time, it was the darkest time of the night, and it was dark and a little frightening. got up and stretched his waist, Babeile took the hot towel handed over by Ming Quan and wiped his face, and ordered: "Tell me to go down, and go directly to the court from the study in a while." ”

Before the word "yes" was finished, Ming Quan saw Babeile walking out, and said busily, "Master, what are you?" ”

"You don't have to follow, I'll go and go back." With that, Babel came out of the study.

There was incense burning in the house, but even so, she still slept unsteadily, the embroidered pillow was tightly hugged in her arms, a waterfall of black hair spread out in all directions, and a few strands of hair covered her face, along the neck of the snow, all the way down the edge of the bed, there was a messy charm.

Babel held the bamboo basket's hands until her hands were warm, and then put her hands under the quilt. Helping the bamboo basket tuck the corners of the quilt, Babeile turned around and went back to the study, today's morning dynasty, there will be a lot of difficulties, but now, it will be better.