On October 20, the wind roared, the sky and the earth were dark, the sky was full of snow, the eyes were like blind, the rivers were all frozen, and there was no trace of warmth in sight.

The man who had not stepped into Qiaoyunju for nearly half a month was dressed in a black koi costume today, cold and arrogant, with thick snow on his shoulders, and most of the ferret's fur was wet.

Xiao Li hurriedly added some more carbon fire in the house, took His Royal Highness's big Qiu and hurriedly retreated, Zhen Yue sat cross-legged on the warm pu, saw that he was struggling between his eyebrows, and poured a cup of hot bamboo leaf green.

"Drink cold." He sat across from her.

Zhen Yue raised her eyebrows slightly, picked up the pu fan on the side, and fanned it gently, the two of them didn't speak, they just sat like this, the charcoal fire crackled, and the cold air brought in quickly dissipated.

"It's so cold, why do you want to drink cold." The two of them sat like this, making her in a trance for a moment, it seemed that since that day after Zhang Hua Pavilion, they hadn't seen each other for half a month, and some things she didn't know were slowly happening in the dark, and she asked so casually, she didn't expect him to answer.

"What is too warm will confuse people's judgment, and only cold will make people rational."

She paused slightly with the hand of the pu fan, raised her eyes to look at him, the man's eyes were as calm as water, and he couldn't see a trace of waves, but just looked at her quietly, as if he wanted to see the desolation of the earth.

She hurriedly lowered her eyes, touched the rim of the cup, her fingertips were cold, and brought the cold tea to him, and before she withdrew her hand, she was held by him without warning, her fingers trembled, and she noticed the strength of his palm, so she stopped struggling, and saw him carefully pondering her palm prints, looking serious. It's like looking at the vast mountains and rivers.

"If it was fate, I would have accepted it."

His sudden inexplicable words shocked Zhen Yue's heart, as if something had been interfering with his thoughts, and at this time, it suddenly became clear that she suddenly remembered Fu Ziran's determination that day, and knew that there must be something hidden from her.

Before he could ask, he heard the door of the temple being pushed with a bang, and the cold wind swept in, and a panicked face. A snow-covered officer. Kneeling on the ground because of anxiety, calling His Highness in panic, and resolutely coming behind him was May with a pale face.

"Your Highness, the Queen Mother is dying. The emperor asked His Royal Highness to go down to see him for the last time. ”

Bang. The teacup falls to the ground. The cool tea stains sprinkled all over the blanket and slowly seeped in, startling a layer of frost. Bei Mo Ling turned the shocked lacquer pupils, let go of Zhen Yue's hand, drooping her long eyelids and not knowing what she was thinking, the palm under the cuffs trembled slightly, but it was extremely tightly hidden.

Zhen Yue was startled, and said in a deep voice: "Is the imperial doctor helpless?" ”

The official who came to report was Min Xiaogonggong, who had been serving by the emperor's side, and his credibility was very high, he saw His Royal Highness with a pensive face, and replied to Zhen Yue: "The queen mother's illness is strange, she has been sick in bed these days, and last night the third watch suddenly deteriorated, and the imperial doctor stayed in Shou'an Palace all day, saying...... said that the Queen Mother was already a candle in the wind, and it would not work at the moment. ”

Bei Mo Ling got up slowly, his face was half hidden, making it difficult to understand, and he only said in a cold voice: "Prepare the car to go to the Holy Palace immediately." ”

Zhen Yue hurriedly grabbed him, saw that his face was calm, thought about it, and said, "It's better to bring Fu Ziran, he has good medical skills, maybe he can help." She was also unsure of his state of mind at this time, after all, he had a tense relationship with the Queen Mother.

Bei Mo Ling looked at her deeply, her eyes dark, and finally nodded.

The sonorous sound of horses' hooves soon sounded in King Ling's mansion, two carriages one after the other ran wildly in the silent and solemn street, she and Bei Mo Ling sat in a car in front, and Fu Ziran sat in a car behind, Zixu recently went to the Western Regions at this juncture, the only medical skill in Handan City is Fu Ziran, for the Queen Mother is dying, Zhen Yue can't say whether she is shocked or confused, but she is also selfish, and wants to take this opportunity to say a few words with Fu Ziran and figure out some things.

The night is vast, thousands of miles of wind and frost, the night pearl on the top of the carriage exudes a hazy light, reflecting the person's facial features more and more dark, she sat next to him, there was a small square couch in the middle, a small stove in the small corner burned with a charcoal fire, he was wearing a black robe, the whole person seemed to be integrated with the darkness, and his posture was still upright, but Zhen Yue really felt a trace of panic and panic exuded by him, although it was suppressed very well, but it still overflowed without a trace.

She didn't say anything, but heard the sound of hurried hooves, and the wind lifted the curtains, bringing in a ray of cold moon reflected on the pale geometric couch, and this winter seemed more and more uncontrollable.

The corridor is dark and quiet, the lanterns are swaying, the faint light tears the night, the vast snow covers the courtyard without a trace of green, the courtyard is full of maids and officials, and the guards wearing armor will guard the Shou'an Palace without ventilation, the atmosphere is dignified, as if it is about to explode, everyone does not understand, why the Queen Mother is dying, there will be a Praetorian Guard.

As soon as he stepped into Shou'an Palace, he saw Zhang Liang, the commander of the Praetorian Guard, walking with a shocked face.

"Your Highness, why are you here? The more this time, the more you can't get close to the Queen Mother. ”

Beimo Lingmo's hair, robe, a little snow, and a thick fog made his eyebrows a little cold, but he heard the man say in a low voice: "Then does she only have one breath left." ”

Zhang Liang replied: "Several imperial doctors have said that they can't do it tonight. When he saw His Royal Highness walking towards the main hall, he hurriedly stopped him and said solemnly: "Your Highness, you must not." ”

"After so many years, there should be an end, she is my queen mother after all."

Zhen Yue followed behind, beside Fu Ziran who was carrying a medicine box, because there were Praetorian Guards around, she couldn't have contact with Fu Ziran, only to see the man in front of him half-turned to look at Fu Ziran, and motioned for him to follow into the hall, Zhen Yue saw this, and followed closely, but when he entered the palace, he was stopped by Zhang Liang, Zhang Liang frowned and said: "This is Shou'an Palace, which is full of imperial doctors and royal relatives, and the identity of the girl can only wait outside." ”

Hearing this, she looked at him angrily, and Fu Ziran, who was about to enter the hall, noticed that Zhen Yue did not follow, turned around, and saw the two of them who were tense, her eyes were angry, and she said, "My sister will go in with me, otherwise I won't check the pulse." ”

Zhang Liang had a short temper, seeing the blatant threat of this weak scholar, the hand holding the handle of the knife tightened a little in an instant, Bei Moling, who was in the front, heard the voice, turned to look over, and saw that she had a firm face, and finally waved his hand: "Zhang Liang, let her follow in." ”

Zhang Liang snorted coldly, let his debut, and drew clear traces under his feet, if Zhen Yue hadn't seen it, he followed with a calm face.

Min Xiaogonggong led the way at the front, holding a lantern in his hand, and gently pushed open the brown hall door, and the rich smell of medicine came to his face, with a deep death breath, which instantly made people chill. (To be continued.) )