When she arrived at the Moon Pavilion, the moon-white dress was also soaked in blood, Donghua dismissed the palace maid, used a bronze basin to bring hot water, took an ointment bandage, and gently cleaned the wound for Ruyue with silk, Ruyue frowned: "Cuizhu's body is better?" ”

"The princess is about to take her life for Cuizhu, if she is not in good health, is she worthy of the princess?"

"Alas, it's just that she is so heartfelt to Xing'er, and now she has nowhere to go," Ruyue couldn't help but sigh softly, "When you wake up, let her serve in the Moon Pavilion, I don't like the scene of crying, so she doesn't have to come to thank her." Ruyue said that, and got up and went into the dormitory to rest.

"Qingyang, when are you coming back-" It seems to be a murmur from Chang'an, like a call from afar, like a soft whisper between lovers, like the first time I saw it, she was wearing a pink gauze skirt, her smile was drowned in the peach blossoms, Li Shimin wanted to go over and hug his beloved girl, but found that he couldn't move his steps no matter what, the girl sat on the peach branch, her eyes were clear, looking at the blue sky in the distance, as if she was thinking about who would never come back, occasionally there was a bird's call, she cracked her mouth and bloomed a big smile, Ignorantly folded a peach blossom, pinned it to her hair bun, and noticed Li Shimin's gaze, accompanied by the peach blossoms flying in the sky, she got up and jumped down like a deer, ran towards him, and shouted happily: "Qingyang!" Sure enough, it was still Mu Qingyang, Li Shimin closed his eyes, there were no tears to respond to the situation, even in his dreams, he still couldn't compare to Mu Qingyang.

Li Shimin woke up suddenly, the sky was already bright, but the snowflakes did not stop, the stove was burning, there were firewood deliverers carrying two bundles of firewood on their shoulders, fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, put them at the door, received a few pennies, and left with a thousand thanks.

He touched the corners of his eyes, and a string of tears flowed out, and the old Chinese medicine doctor got up and poured a cup of tea, brought it over, and sat next to Li Shimin. He rubbed his head and drank it all, but the corners of his mouth slowly spread bitterness, and then his mouth was full of fragrance.

"What kind of tea is this?"

"Childe slept unsteadily last night, and he didn't know whose girl's name he muttered in his mouth, this tea was added with deer antler velvet, which had a nourishing effect, and wolfberry was added, which could calm the nerves, and after the most lu, he also added a taste of mint, mint fragrance."

"I have ever drunk the best tea, with honey and osmanthus, but it is purple sand tea, fragrant but not greasy." He paused for a moment and said to himself, "I miss it so much." After that, he asked, "Is the girl who was sent yesterday okay?" ”

"I put a medicine on the wound, the medicine has an anesthetic effect, I'm afraid I will have to sleep for a few more hours."

Li Shimin took out a silver ingot from the money bag, touched the Yingluo hairpin that did not leave his body, and vaguely made up his mind; "Mr. Trouble will take care of me more, and when she wakes up, I will call a carriage to send her back to the Tang State Mansion."

With that, he got up and walked out, and his figure was soon drowned in the snowflakes.

He knew in his heart that Shan Bing'er must have lived in the previous inn, and yesterday he saw that she was easily dressed, not like a person who brought how many silver taels she brought, in case she ended up at the previous scene and couldn't talk to Mu Qingyang, he wanted to help her pay for her food and accommodation in the inn, but he didn't want to meet her with a look of sorrow when she went out, and subconsciously wanted to escape but was caught by Shan Bing'er.

"You're still worried about me, aren't you?" Shan Bing'er's face finally had a hint of light.

"Third Miss—" He said helplessly.

"Call me Bing'er!" Shan Bing'er couldn't hide the shyness on her face.

Li Shimin looked at Shan Bing'er, whose cheeks were stained with two blushes, and instantly understood something, and he couldn't help but shake off Shan Bing'er's hand; "Since the third lady is no longer in trouble, she will choose to return to Shanjiazhuang as soon as possible."

Then he turned and left. Shan Bing'er hurriedly followed behind him: "I can stay here and accompany you-or-" She wanted to say something but was interrupted by Li Shimin, "This kind of thing always pays attention to mutual affection, but between you and me, I am afraid that the goddess has a dream, and King Xiang has no intention." ”

"You-" spoke bluntly, and it was difficult for Shan Bing'er to associate him with the hippie smiling face of Su Rili, "You don't like me?" ”

"The third lady is laughing when she says this." Li Shimin said, "I have already led you to see the person I like, how can my Li family boy be half-hearted?" ”

Seeing that Shan Bing'er's face was getting paler and paler, Li Shimin's tone softened: "Bing'er, I appreciate your straightforwardness, but I don't want you to misunderstand." There are many good men in this world, and the man who is worthy of you must also like you, if one day you are willing to call the people of the world brothers again, then we will meet here to drink and talk. ”

After speaking, he glanced at Shan Bing'er, and walked around her mercilessly. Li Shimin lost his mother since he was a child, his brother disappeared soon, his eldest brother and third brother excluded him everywhere, his father did not want to get close to him, and the rest of the boys saw the wind and steered, and bullying was indispensable on weekdays, but his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his skin was tender and tender, so that there were many little girls around him, he had picked countless flowers since he was a child, and he was clean and self-conscious, only talking about brothers and not love, but he grew up in the women's pile, and it was indispensable to let women misunderstand, he sighed heavily, and his steps became faster and faster.

At this time, at the back door of a small farmhouse, an inconspicuous carriage stopped there, Qin Shubao got out of the carriage, leaned over and whispered to the people in the carriage: "Father-in-law, when Uncle Bao goes in to greet his mother, he will go back with his father-in-law immediately." ”

At this time, he has become Yang Lin's thirteenth son, and after saying goodbye to his mother, he will follow Yang Lin and be his home from now on.

"Wait." Yang Lin was already the greatest treatment for this young and promising young man, and he slowly spoke, "Since it is a family, it is not informal, and it stands to reason that the old man should also go to see your mother." ”

Uncle Qin didn't have time to refuse, there were already entourages who lifted the curtains, and the other entourages knelt down in front of the carriage, Yang Lin stepped on him and stepped out of the carriage, turned around and ordered, "You guys wait here." ”

In the courtyard, the dark green tiled roof is hung with autumn corn, the stove fire faintly rises white smoke, the early morning chicken pen already has the sound of hens "clucking" seems to indicate that they have laid eggs, and the horses also neighing from time to time in an attempt to attract the attention of their owners to feed. Everything made Yang Lin return to ten years ago, in the palace of the rich palace, there was a woman dressed in plain clothes, with only a string of magnolia bracelets on her wrist, a simple Mu Hai pinned to her hair bun, holding a needle and thread in her hand, and looking at him with a smile: "In ordinary people's homes, the roof is thick snow in winter, and there is still corn harvested in autumn. Presumably said that the prince didn't understand, it was the breath of fireworks in the world. ”

He was falling into his memory, but was interrupted by a noisy voice, the door was pushed open, a man held a sword in both hands, the expression on his face was like a thousand years of ice, and the woman wearing an orange pair jacket behind him had long black and bright hair, and followed him chattering: "Don't you always have a cold face, why did Brother Qin Shan Bing'er leave without saying a word?" Maybe it's because you have a cold face every day, and they don't want to freeze to death—"

Qin Shubao behind him was obviously helpless: "Zi Mo-"

His voice caught the attention of two people. Sama's expression suddenly changed from doubt to surprise, and she said happily: "Brother Qin! ”

Mu Qingyang's expression behind her also changed in an instant, his brows tightened, and he couldn't help but clench the sword in his hand: "It's you." ”