Regardless of Babeiler's face, Zhu Zhen still returned to Chuxiu Palace. Awake, dreaming, suddenly Prince Gong, suddenly Prince Yu, suddenly Babel, she was even worried that she would have a nervous breakdown, and how long had it been since she had slept peacefully? The longest sleep seems to be more than an hour.

Looking at the ceiling, it was still pitch black outside, and I couldn't tell what time it was, but Aunt Hua Shu on the other side slept quietly, and could only hear the sound of even breathing. There are still thirteen days, there are only thirteen days left, and in another thirteen days, Uncle Fu will leave, leaving the Qing Dynasty that he has been fighting for half his life, leaving Kangxi, who he is a brother and a minister, leaving the Xiluke clan who he has mistakenly loved for life, leaving the concubine he has been in love for decades, leaving the Babeile whom he regards as a parent, leaving, leaving himself who respects him and loves him.

Fuquan, Fulu Shuangquan, Chang Ning, Chang Baoning, are obviously the two names that have sent the best blessings to the elders, two people, obviously in the right year, why do you have to go like this? Even if the ancient lifespan was short, they were only half a hundred years old! is obviously such a good person, how can God be willing to let them go, how can he be willing.

The pillow that had not yet dried was wet with new tears.

Finally, Prince Yu went on June 26.

Babel knocked lightly twice on the door outside the bamboo basket room.

Zhu Zhen sat down in front of the dressing table and asked softly, "Which one?" ”

"It's me." After a pause, Babel said, "Second uncle, you're dead." ”

finally heard the news, even if he was an outlier in history, but this insignificant outlier couldn't change anything. Shen, his chest was heavy, his whole body was heavy, and the bamboo basket shuffled his steps to open the door - dressed in plain clothes.

Babel was stunned, and the word "you" blurted out, and then they all fell silent.

To Take's surprise, Siluk's changed. She is no longer the weak, even a little cowardly woman she knew before, she used to cry and cry, and her face would be full of sadness, but the Siluk clan that Zhu Zhen saw today, although she also had a sad face, was much stronger, took care of the aftermath, received condolences and guests, everything was decent and thoughtful. Sometimes Zhu Zhen can see her glancing at the coffin when she is busy, her eyes are soft, nostalgic but not sad.

Zhu Zhen didn't bother her, and when she planned to pay homage to Uncle Fu, she wanted to talk to Uncle Fu more when it was quieter later. Zhu Zhen went to the house where he lived before, everything was the same, but everyone was busy with the things ahead, and there was no one in the courtyard. In this way, she wants to be quiet.

Babel was very surprised that Zhu Zhen did not invite him out of the house, after getting along for so many days, he knew a little bit about Zhu Zong's temperament, for example, she often likes to find a secluded place by herself or think about things in her own room, it seems that she is in a trance, but often at this time, the expression on her face is the most real.

"Eighth master, if there is anything wrong with the slave and maid for a while, please forgive the eighth master." Zhu Zhen dropped such a sentence, and went straight to the soft couch, she no longer had the extra strength to follow the rules, she was too tired to do it.

Babel didn't say anything, he knew that Zhu Ji was just saying hello to himself, he didn't say anything, there was no need to say anything, there was no need to make a joke, Zhu Ji didn't have the mental strength, and himself, why not?

From dawn to twilight, there was an endless stream of people who came to Prince Yu's mansion to mourn, so that no one found that Babeile and Zhuzhen were here, and there was no one in the mourning hall, so they thought that Babeile had already left, and no one bothered to look for it again.

"Are you going to sit there until tomorrow?" Babel opened his mouth, and the room was so dark that he couldn't see her clearly, which made him a little uneasy.

I remember when I was a child, I was always afraid of the night, and I didn't dare to sleep alone, as soon as I was going to sleep at night, I asked my mother to sleep with me, but my mother didn't come, she kept shouting and shouting, even if she was very sleepy, she still had to keep shouting and shouting, and she didn't care if her vague voice could be heard by her mother. At that time, I slept very unsteadily in the middle of the night, and eight out of ten days would wake up in the middle of the night, and when I found that my mother was no longer around, I would wake up in fright, turn on the lamp as soon as possible, and continue to call my mother to let her come.

At that time, the night was a terrible existence for me. Until one day, when I can't remember how old she was, she suddenly stopped being afraid of the night, suddenly stopped being afraid of sleeping alone, and even slowly, began to like the night. Because it's night, she doesn't have to do anything else, she can think about things at will, think about whether she would be able to get a full score in the math test during the day if she went back to yesterday, think about one day, put on a little red dress and become the most amazing girl in the class, think about Tiannan, think about Haibei, think about a lot of things that have no connection, think about many things that may never happen in real life or that she can never recover.

She loves the night, but at this moment, she is so afraid, just like when she was a child. Babel's voice made her realize that she was already in a darkness, and far away, there were various sounds that reminded her of the scene she had seen during the day, and her arms clenched her knees tighter. But it didn't work, she was still cold, very cold, so cold that she couldn't help shivering.

Finally, she didn't insist anymore, and she whispered in the direction of the voice that came from Babel, "Can you sit here?" ”

In the darkness, Babel hesitated for a moment, or only a moment of blankness in his mind, and then the sound of tables and stools moving, rustling walking, and then Babel sat down on the couch, and she could feel his breath.

Babel didn't move after sitting still, the bamboo basket rubbed over, her fingers climbing up his sleeve one by one, she needed to touch him, to make her feel that someone was around, to make her feel that she was not alone, so that she could settle down.

Feeling the uneasiness of the bamboo basket, Babel stretched out his arm and took the bamboo basket into his arms. should have resisted, but his embrace was really warm, so she was really reluctant to push it away, at least at this time, so that she would not be afraid. The bamboo hoop wrapped her arms around Babel's waist, and she needed to hold something in her arms, so that she could be sure.

"Close your eyes and get some sleep." Babel's chin rested on the top of Bamboo's head, and he lowered his head and whispered in Bamboo's ear, "Don't be afraid, I've been here." ”

Zhu Zhen tightened his arms again before burying his head in Babel's chest and carefully closing his eyes. She is very tired, in the past half a month, she has not slept a day, not that she doesn't want to sleep, but she will wake up in a muddy nightmare.

Babel's arms were thick and warm, and soon she fell asleep. In a daze, she felt that she was hanging in the air, and the bamboo basket tightened her arms tighter, but the body in her arms seemed to be leaving, no, she didn't want to, she was scared, she was very scared, she desperately hugged her, not to leave her alone.

After being nervous for more than half a month, Zhu Zong's nerves relaxed a little and he fell ill. Last night, the longest she had ever slept, she woke up drowsy and never opened her eyes, because she didn't even have the strength to open them. By the time she opened her eyes, it was already three days later.

When he first woke up, there was no one beside him, no one shouted, and after looking around quietly, he found that he was still in Prince Yu's mansion, and the window was bright, and he didn't know what time it was. Lying quietly, thinking of the events of these days, the death of Prince Yu and Prince Gong, and the care of Babel for himself day and night, all his emotions turned into a sigh: It's him. In the end, there was still reluctance, and the bamboo ostrich thought that the next time Babel talked about it, he would agree with him.

He was so tired that he closed his eyes, and after a while, he heard footsteps from outside. Jian Chun's figure appeared behind the screen, she hurriedly walked in with a basin of water, put the water end on the shelf, skillfully wrung the towel, and approached the bed. It's so kind, when I was in Prince Yu's mansion, I served myself like this every day.

"Auntie, girl!" Jian Chun came in in a hurry, and when she walked to the bedside, she found that Zhu Zhen had woken up, but she kept her eyes down, and she didn't notice it much.

"Slow down! Slow down! Zhu Zhen smiled, after sleeping for a long time, Zhu Zhen's voice was still a little hoarse, revealing thick exhaustion and weakness.

Jian Chun looked at the bamboo basket carefully, as if he wanted to see a hole in the bamboo basket's face, and after a long time, he trembled his lips and said, "Girl, girl, you can be considered awake!" In the past few days, it has made our Fujin anxious, and there are fire bubbles on this mouth! ”

Jianchun's words can surprise the bamboo basket a lot, the Siluk clan is not beautiful, but the bamboo hoop can hardly imagine that the clear water Siluk clan has red fire bubbles on his face, what a bad scenery, this time the sin is great. Zhu Zhen hurriedly got up and got out of bed, but her head was dizzy, if it wasn't for Jian Chun's eyes and quick hand to help Zhu Zhen, she would have to fall back on the bed.

"Hurry up, help me up, I'm going to see Fujin." Zhu Zhen struggled to get up, full of anxiety.

"Girl, you just woke up, you haven't eaten for three days, and your body is still weak, so it's better for the girl to rest for a few days and get up again. On the Fujin side, the slave maid went to tell it. Jian Chun pressed the bamboo basket back to the bed and said.

Zhu Zhen was worried about Siluk's family, for fear that because of his relationship, he would cause the beauty to be disfigured, so how good! Just as he was cutting the spring, he heard the sound of the curtain outside, and then the sound of small footsteps, and Siluk appeared behind the screen. When she saw that the bamboo basket woke up, she came quickly at first glance, shook the bamboo basket's hand, and asked for warmth vigorously.

The bamboo basket finally stopped the concern of the Siluk clan, and hurriedly spoke: "Listening to Jian Chun, Aunt Fu has taken on a lot of heart these days because of the bamboo basket's body, and has accumulated a lot of false fire in her heart, is there any better?" ”

Hearing this, the Siluk clan glanced at Jian Chun with disgust, and said to Zhu Zheng: "Don't listen to her chewing the root of her tongue, what is a false fire, it is good to eat a few bowls of tea." Look at me now, isn't it good? ”

As soon as the Siluk clan came in just now, Zhu Zhen took a closer look, but she didn't see any scars on her face, which made her feel greatly relieved. Smiling, Zhu Zhen said: "Jian Chun cares about Aunt Fu. Recently, my aunt's body can be eaten? ”

Smoothing the bamboo hair, Siluk smiled softly: "The big and small things in the house are handled by the housekeeper, I don't have to worry much, but I feel that the house is a lot colder." Siluk sighed softly.

"Aunt doesn't dislike it, let Ji'er accompany you." The bamboo basket leaned in with the Siluk clan and said.

Hearing this, the Siluk clan smiled and said, "Ji'er is thoughtful, and my aunt also wants to keep you by my side for a few more days, but my aunt has already asked the emperor for a decree, and she will leave for Shengjing in a few days." ”

"Sheng Jing? Why go to Shengjing? Zhu Zhen was surprised.

"Your Uncle Fu has gone, this huge mansion, I live alone is just sad, it is better to go to live outside the customs for a few days, and you can be calm and calm." Sirukh looked around the room and said slowly.

Zhu Zhen thought for a while and said, "That's fine, aunt should bring more people, clothes and utensils, so as not to shorten the road." ”

After a few more gossips, Siluk saw that the bamboo basket was also tired, and after a few words, he went back to the house.

Three days later, the front of Prince Yu's mansion was very lively. The Siluk clan carried a bunch of slaves, loaded several large carriages, escorted by the Eight Banners, and was about to go to Shengjing. Zhu Zheng also planned to return to the palace with Babeiler after sending off the Siluk clan.

On this trip, there was another person on Siruk's side - Irmu. Prince Gong was newly killed, and Durma saw that she was depressed every day, and it happened that the Siluk clan wanted to go back to Shengjing to live, so he also asked for an order to accompany Yiermu to Shengjing with the car to relax. Durma is the forehead of Ilmu.

After a few years, maybe in a few months, they will be back, but where will they be then? Will you still live in the Qing Dynasty? Will I ever see them again? Will you still laugh like the old man? Since I came to ancient times, everything about me has become unknown, and every moment, I feel as if there will be no next moment.

The carriage and horses are Xiao Xiao, and it is easy to part.