I took his hand and spread out his palm, and I used my fingers to write the words "wake up" in his palm word by word, writing it over and over again, as if this would wake him up if he felt something.

I found the bamboo flute that Mo Ziwei put in the house, and silently blew the "Gentleman's Walk" he taught me, and the melodious sound of the flute fell all over the room, but until the blow was finished, Mo Ziwei did not open his eyes. I looked up at the red sun setting outside the window, knowing that I had to go, and if I didn't go back, the palace gate would be locked.

I stood up and looked at the two books stacked on the table a meter away, "Chronicles of the Zhou Kingdom", both of which were open. One has been pale and white, obviously there are some years, the other is newly sewn, the book is Mo Ziwei's handwriting, the content is not as complete as the previous one, and there is a long dried pen and ink on the side of the book, I think it should be Mo Ziwu's handwritten book, it was put two days ago, and the pen and ink were not cleaned up.

I lowered my eyes and thought slightly, put away the two books, held them in my arms, looked back at Mo Ziwei lying on the bed, and said softly: "I'll come to see you tomorrow." As long as you don't wake up for a day, I'll come again until you wake up. ”

Fortunately, he came back before the palace gate was locked. In the literary academy, I put down the two books I was holding in my arms, lit an oil lamp, and found pen and ink. The light jumped on the book, and I picked up the pen and copied it carefully according to the "Geographical Chronicles of the Zhou Kingdom".

In the middle of the night, I was very tired, and I fell asleep on the table unconsciously, and I woke up when the sky was dawning, and I hurriedly washed up, and went to the Zhengwu Hall on duty.

Yuwen Yong rarely went to the court today, but Yuwen sent someone to invite him over, it is said that he went to listen to the final decision of the ministers on the release of the slaves and maids. Yuwen Yong had not returned to the court, and Li Guifei brought two princes to greet him.

Yuwen Yong did not return to the court, so Li Guifei took the two princes to wait in the Zhengwu Hall for the time being, and there was also Ling'er who came with Li Guifei. As soon as Ling'er saw me, her eyes were full of smiles, and she stood beside Li Guifei and looked at me with a smile.

The two princes were still young, and they were inevitably active, and after a while, they broke away from the knees of their mother and staggered around. The delicate little hands of the second prince, who was only more than two years old, scratched his little head from time to time, and his big and dark eyes were full of curiosity. I hurriedly picked up the second prince and persuaded him to give me the calligraphy and painting, but the child held on to it and didn't let go, as if he had found something interesting, and opened his mouth to lick it at the calligraphy and painting.

As soon as Yu Wenyong entered the hall and saw this scene, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he rushed over and snatched the calligraphy and painting that the second prince licked happily, and scolded head-on: "Who let you move my calligraphy and painting!" ”

The second prince was frightened and cried "wow". Yu Wenyong was upright and said to Li Guifei: "Don't come and take the child away!" ”

Li Guifei had no choice but to lead the two children out of the Zhengwu Hall first, and Yuwen Yong's anger did not subside, and all the palace people in the palace retreated.

Since Yu Wenyong was angry, I couldn't touch this mold, so I had to find He Quanyu, the chief of the chamberlain, to report the matter of leaving the palace. He Quan didn't feel very embarrassed for me, but only told me to go and come back quickly.

The bamboo fence was open, and when I walked along the stone path, I saw a person in the bamboo house, dressed in white, sitting on the threshold, leaning on the door, looking at the high turquoise sky. Under the blue sky, a bamboo leaf flew from nowhere, falling on his body leisurely, white clothes and green leaves, very chic, the white light in the morning sparsely sprinkled his white clothes, quiet and silent, the years are quiet.

Walking in the morning light, I was both surprised and incredulous, "Are you awake?" ”

Mo Ziwu turned his head and saw that it was me, and his starry eyes turned, and he was also very happy, "Miss Xiao! ”

Seeing that I was happy and puzzled, he came back to his senses and said, "I woke up last night, and I'm really sorry to worry you." ”

A gust of autumn wind passed, puffing up his white clothes like leaves, I hurriedly helped him up, and said urgently: "It's cold outside, your illness is good, it is not suitable to blow the wind, go into the house quickly." ”

Mo Ziwu was helped by me to sit down in the room, and when he saw that I was in a hurry to close the window, he hurriedly stopped me, and said a little crying and laughing: "Miss Xiao, you don't have to worry, I'm fine, I can still stand this little wind." ”

I turned around and sat down and said to him, "You are a patient, and you can't count what a patient can say." ”

Mo Zi looked at me worriedly and smiled faintly, "The words of the patient cannot be counted, so who can only count the words he says?" ”

I was in a moment's infarction, and then I said confidently and seriously: "What I said is only counting, the doctor said that the body of a person with high fever is very weak and needs to be well recuperated. Since you don't know how to take care of yourself, you have to listen to me. I now command you: Rest well, and don't move! ”

Seeing that I was serious, Mo Zi smiled worriedly, half jokingly: "Okay, I listen to you, you are my doctor, my owner, my lord, everything is up to you." ”

I was amused by his remark, and half-jokingly said, "Then the Lord now commands you: sit well, and do not protest, and do not disagree." Do you obey or not? ”

Mo Ziwei looked at me squarely, no longer with a joking look, his clear eyes looked at me intently, as if starry in the sky, and said seriously: "As long as you say it, I will absolutely obey." ”

With a "pounding" jump in my heart, my ears also became hot, I hurriedly stood up and said, "You have been sick for the past two days, you haven't eaten anything, you must be hungry, I'll go and make you something to eat." ”

I turned around and went to the kitchen, but one hand was grabbed by the person behind me, and the warm palm wrapped me, like a leaf falling into the palm, crispy and itchy, but it was unusually comfortable. Only listen to the man behind him: "I heard everything you said to me yesterday." ”

The man's rough palms made my palms hot, and I could even hear the irregular pulsation of my palms, and I said in a panic, "What did you hear?" ”

Mo Ziwu's tone was as soft as the sound of bamboo under the moon, "Although I was unconscious yesterday, I was not completely unconscious, and I heard you talking to me in a trance." You beg me to wake up, and you say that you and the children will always be with me and will not leave me. I am important to you, and you can't live without me. At first I thought I was dreaming, but then I felt you writing on my hand, and I knew that it wasn't a dream, it was real, and you were waking me up. I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't. Later, I also heard the sound of your flute, which is so nice. ”

At this time, I was in a state of turmoil, and said, "I was so anxious yesterday that I don't remember what I said." In short, I'm relieved that you can wake up. ”

His hand was still holding mine, and he said sincerely and earnestly, "I've completely let go, and I won't bother with the past anymore." Thank you, Qingqiang. ”

Qingqiang, this is the first time he has called my name like this, my heart seems to be dissolved by something, and my heart is soft, "It's good that you can think about it." ”

Thinking that his hand was still holding mine, I gradually felt that my face was hot, and I struggled slightly, feeling my struggle, Mo Ziwei let go slightly, and the two hands were separated, and I ran to the kitchen as if I was running away.

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"You are only a little better when you are sick, you should not eat greasy things, you should eat lighter food. I've cooked you some gruel and egg soup, you can taste it. ”

In the center of the table was a large bowl of glutinous and fragrant white porridge and yellow and white egg soup, Mo Ziwu scooped a bowl of porridge and tasted it with a smile. Seeing that he ate sweetly and was refreshed, not as sad and listless as he had been a few days ago, I was also relieved a lot.

"It's delicious, it's the best porridge and soup I have ever made besides my mother." Mo Ziwu looked at me, his smile was as warm as the faint morning sun.

I felt a little smug in my heart, but I still said, "Don't say nice things to coax me." ”

Mo Ziwei put down the spoon and said seriously: "What I said is true, I am not coaxing you." In my heart, you are the best cook besides my mother. ”

"If you meet the girl next to you in the future, I'm afraid you won't say that." I smiled lightly, happy, but I couldn't control the faint loss in my heart.

"No, no matter how many girls I meet in the future, I won't change my mind, no one can compare to you." Mo Zi looked at me with worried eyes, and smiled like a breeze blowing on his face, "I promise you." ”

I was so happy that I couldn't help but smile at him, as if a thousand trees were blooming.

After eating, Mo Ziwu took the initiative to clean up the table, didn't let me be busy anymore, and asked to wash the dishes. Mo Ziwei said while washing the dishes in an orderly manner: "I can't help me cook for me, how can I even trouble you with such trivial things as washing dishes." I'm just sick, and I'm not a powerless scholar, but I still have the strength to wash dishes. ”

I looked at him concentrating on washing the dishes, and said with a smile: "In addition to cooking, you are also a good man and father in the hall and kitchen." Whoever marries you in the future will be a blessed woman. ”

"You are also a good girl, if anyone marries you, it will be a blessing that he cultivated in his previous life." Mo Zi replied worriedly.

I suddenly remembered someone, and my voice sank, "Blessing...... Really? I'm afraid it's a sin. ”

Mo Zi was worried about seeing my face change, and the movements in his hand stopped, "I'm sorry for reminding you of those unhappy things." ”

"It's not your fault, it's me, and I can't forget those nightmares." I closed and opened my eyes, trying to forget the images that flashed through my mind.

"I remember the first time I saw you, it was Yuwen...... The fourth prince came back with you wet, you were wounded by an arrow, lying on the bed, and had nightmares all the time, very painful, in the dream you said a lot of nonsense, called many people's names, including the name Chen Qian. Later, I heard that one of Chen Qian's favorite concubines conspired with Fuliang to kill the monarch and defect from the palace, coupled with the occasional words of the fourth prince, I guessed that the person who defected was you. Qingqiang, what happened to you, what did they do to you? Mo Zi looked at me anxiously and worriedly.

My voice was like a stagnant water, "Didn't you guess it all?" ”

"I can only guess a rough idea, but I don't know exactly what happened to you. Tell me, what happened? Mo Ziwu grabbed my hand.

"You never asked me about it, why do you suddenly want to know about me now?" I asked him with my eyes down.

There was an indescribable emotion in Mo Ziwei's voice, and he only looked at me fixedly, "I don't know either." It's just, all of a sudden, I just want to know about you. ”

"I was adopted by my master and lived in seclusion in the mountains, and then someone wanted to arrest my master, and our master and apprentice were scattered. I came to Chang'an and fell into the hands of the Yuwen brothers, who wanted to take advantage of me. It was easy for me to get rid of their control and leave Chang'an to come to Jiankang, but I fell into the hands of Chen Qian again. It turned out that the master was in his hands, and then the master was gone, and I went through a lot of hardships to escape from him, but I didn't expect it to fall into the hands of Yu Wenyong again, and I really couldn't get rid of the fate of being controlled. "I would sums up my experience along the way, to put it mildly.

The tighter the arm was clenched, Mo Zi looked at me with a complicated expression, "Tell me, how can I help you?" ”

"You can't help me." With that, I gently shook off his hand and stood up.

I walked out along the stone path step by step, and Mo Ziwei's voice sounded in my ears behind me, "Will you come to see me tomorrow?" ”

I turned around and saw his expectant eyes, and I couldn't refuse, so I only whispered, "Yes." ”

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the bamboo fence and led to the depths of the bamboo forest.

Exegesis:

(1) The title is based on Li Yi's "Listening to the Flute on a Spring Night" in the Tang Dynasty, "The Cold Mountain Blows the Flute to Call for Spring Return"