How did she start this dream, in the dream, she went back to meeting the old prince Cheng when she was only a few years old, but unfortunately the old prince had already gone with the first emperor......

She sat up and found that her body had already changed into clean clothes, her head was still dizzy, it seemed that it was not burning, and her feet were wrapped in thick strips of cloth, which no longer hurt much.

After lying down for too long, her limbs were weak, and she could only get out of bed and walk step by step.

Turning her head to see her messy appearance in the carved bronze mirror, she suddenly realized that Chen Lao's eyes were full of incredulity when she looked at her yesterday, and she was afraid that she had already laughed at Cheng Wangye in her stomach thousands of times.

Shaking his head in embarrassment, he pushed open the courtyard door, and there was a cold cold, and the courtyard was covered in silver, half of the soft snow had melted away, and water was dripping from time to time on the trunks of the trees that had become bare.

When she saw the stone table, her happy expression stiffened for a moment.

The finished paper was still resting on the stone table, and the snow had covered it and no one had cleaned it up, and now the snow was half melted and dripping down!

She took a breath of cold air and hurried over to check, only to see that the handwriting on the paper was blurry and completely illegible. Flipping down is even worse, the ink on the top penetrates directly below, and with a shake of your hand, the ink splashes, and the whole stack is picked up and the stone table is black and shiny.

This sucks!

She also specially told Xiaohong "Don't let people touch the things on the table"!

How did she know it was going to snow? The snow melts so quickly!

Ruoyun sat on the stool suddenly, and the spirit that had just been fought was emptied in an instant, and she watched the results of the past few days turn into snow and water, and wanted to cry without tears.

"Miss!! You're dead! There was an exclamation, followed by Xiaohong pulling her up vigorously, "The fever has just subsided, why are you sitting on the wet stool, Miss!" ”

Not only that, she was also dressed in single clothes and shoes, Xiaohong ran back to the house in a huff to get a thick cloak, and hurriedly wrapped her.

"Xiaohong, how many days is the winter festival?" When she came back to her senses, she opened her mouth to ask.

"Three days later." Xiaohong replied.

Her relieved expression came to an abrupt end when Xiaohong said, "Count it today".

"So Miss must hurry up and take care of her body, otherwise this sick person will make people look how bad it is." Xiaohong babbled and pulled her into the house.

She threw the wet manuscript paper on the table and sat back on the bed, and Xiaohong brought her hot medicine.

She stared at Xiaohong desperately, and Xiaohong also stared at her desperately.

At last she let out a wail, drank on her back, and fell back to the bed.

Xiaohong smiled sweetly: "Miss, I'm going to prepare dinner." ”

"Dinner?!" Ruoyun sat up again, "I slept all day?!" ”

Xiaohong nodded and walked away with the empty bowl.

Ruoyun turned her head to look at the black paper, and lay down again in frustration.

After eating, the doctor was accompanied by Steward Chen to ask for a pulse, and the Tao was no hindrance, so everyone was relieved.

Before she left, Xiaohong urged her to rest, no matter how she protested, Xiaohong did not give up pressing her back.

But where can she sleep? My heart has long been crawling like thousands of ants, and I only remember those words.

finally stayed up until dark, and waited until Xiaohong went back to the next room to rest, Ruoyun put on her coat, crept out of bed, and waited against the door like a thief.

Finally, with the two gongs, there was a faint and intermittent sound of snoring from the next door, Ruoyun was overjoyed, and then she polished the fire fold and lit the candle.

When the room was bright, she quickly took the blank paper, thought about it, changed it to a blank booklet, dipped the pen in ink, and buried herself in the book.

I wrote it again and again, and the content was familiar, but she had been practicing calligraphy for so long, and she didn't write much faster, not to mention that the words had to be reconsidered.

After three watches, she wrote three and a half pages.

After four watches, she wrote six and a half pages.

Raising her heavy eyelids, she looked at the fifty or sixty pages of black paper on the side, and watched her write more and more slowly, Ruoyun was already crying bitterly in her heart. So many things had to be written in three nights, a total of twelve hours, and it was too late to do so.

She moved her sore right shoulder with the pen, but heard someone knock on the door three times.

She counted down her hairs, threw down her pen, blew out the light, and went around the screen to get back into the bed.

If it wasn't for Xiaohong being something else, then she would be dead.

The door opened and closed, as if someone was coming.

She "groaned" in her heart, closed her eyes tightly and covered the quilt, and she didn't dare to come out.

"I saw a lamp lit, but the girl never slept." Through the screen, someone whispered with a smile, and then the candle lit up again.

Hearing the familiar voice, Ruoyun got out of bed in disbelief to look, but saw a person who was putting something on the table except for the cloak, the silver-white cloak was embroidered with familiar cloud patterns, and the jade carving-like side face looked faint, it was Cheng Qingxuan.

"Why is it that the prince is in the middle of the night...... Rush...... ......She paused, he had saved her only yesterday, how could she compare him to a prodigal who trespassed into a woman's bedroom in the middle of the night?"

"Don't be surprised, the palace is heavily guarded, I'm just a girl, so it's naturally inconvenient for me to come during the day." Cheng Qingxuan explained her confusion lightly, with a slight smile on the corner of her lips, and the corner of her eyes looked at her with the cat poking out behind the screen.

Ruoyun looked at the table suspiciously, and found that the money bag he had lost yesterday was put on the table by him.

"Where did you find it?" She is even more suspicious, could it be that he has heavenly eyes?

Cheng Qingxuan was embarrassed, and coughed lightly: "Bai Ze met me yesterday and said that this money bag is yours, and said, 'Forget the consultation fee'." ”

Ruoyun was stunned for a moment, and Bai Ze's cynical but righteous and awe-inspiring expression seemed to appear in front of her, and her doubts instantly turned into anger: he stole her money bag by bumping! Not only that, but under the pretext of being injured, I wanted to arrest her to pay for the medical treatment!

She felt that she had already given her anger to the seven orifices, and she couldn't help clenching her fists, and secretly made up her mind - in the future, she must stay away from people who laugh as sweet as honey!

"The girl didn't stop, but she was writing this?" Cheng Qingxuan diverted the topic, picked up the paper on the table with her white fingers, and raised it towards her.

Her face darkened, and she hurriedly rushed out to snatch it and take a look: before the sentence was finished, she put down her pen in a panic, and a long ink trail crossed half a page.

Ruoyun sat back in her chair suddenly, sighed heavily, looked at the ink again, and raised her hand to tear it off.

"The girl doesn't need to worry, I disturbed the girl, and I should make up for the mistake." Seeing that she was in a dilemma with her coat and the pen she was holding, Cheng Qingxuan quietly withdrew the pen from her hand.

In her surprised eyes, he took the page she tore off, and then took the booklet and bent over to write quickly.

"Lord Wang, this trace ......" Ruoyun hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it, but he paused when he saw his words.

He imitated her writing, not only in a false way, but also much smoother than her unfamiliar and slightly untidy handwriting, only with a habitual slight outline at the end of the sentence.

She watched as he bent over in a daze, and in a moment he had already written the ink marks.

Cheng Qingxuan looked up at her at this time: "Girl, look, can this be passed?" ”

Ruoyun nodded slowly.

"The girl is only good if she suffers from the cold, and she must be in a hurry to write so late at night. I'm afraid I'll hurt my body, why don't you report it, I'll write it? Seeing that she didn't answer, he proposed.

"But the prince ......," she said that no one would be allowed to catch the knife for her, and she left the chair as if she had already rebelled.

A smile floated on his lips, and Cheng Qingxuan calmly picked up the pen and sat down.

"As long as the prince promises Ruoyun to forget after reading it, Ruoyun will thank the prince first." She sighed and came down, moved a stool and sat side by side, cleared her throat and said, "So the rule is right." ”

After these words continued with the previous sentence, she paused and read slowly, "Since the channel of the capital is closed, 12 people are visiting the operation of 12 sluices at four points in the east, south, west, north, southeast, southwest, northwest, northeast, and inner city, and report the ......general situation in three days."

Cheng Qingxuan added ink to the book, what she said, he wrote, four or five pages all talked about the management of the blocked channels in the capital.

She yawned tiredly, looked at his beautiful side face and lost her mind slightly, hurriedly turned her head, and began to talk about Cao Yun again, it turned out that the water of the capital extended to Cao Yun, from the upstream down, all the way to measure the water to ensure the supply and cut off the flow and dredging, the source and distribution of the money used, the source and distribution of manpower, and the dispatch and distribution of officials. This spilled out, and finally led to taxes.

He occasionally looked at her with a lot of praise in his eyes, and he wrote in one place and said: "Since the girl is talking about taxation, it is necessary to consider the time and process of paying tribute after the autumn, and I am afraid that the girl only knows such details from books, but the reality changes from year to year in various places, so the variety, number, and hour should also change accordingly." ”

She thought for a moment, sniffed the fragrance of ink cherry blossoms emanating from him, and said with her cheeks on her cheeks: "The prince is reasonable, let me think about it." ”

He held the pen and waited, and there was no movement for a long time, but when he turned his head, he found that she was sleeping with her head propped up next to the table, and her quiet sleep seemed to be worry-free.

Cheng Qingxuan sighed and chuckled, hesitated, stretched out her fingertips and gently pressed the pulse of the hand she was holding her head, her eyes moved slightly, and then she nodded and let go. Raising his hand, he pressed the stack of manuscript paper, which was dry but dripping with ink, estimated the length of the text, and resumed writing.

Ruoyun woke up again It was already dawn, and she found that her face was facing the carved flowers on the top of the bed, and her body was lying on her back under the quilt, but she remembered that it was clear last night......

She sat up with a spirit, her cloak slipping off her shoulders, and the clothes inside were well dressed.

Ruoyun breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and simply put on and bypassed the screen.

The doors and windows are closed, and the paper, ink, pen and inkstone neatly placed on the table come into view, and the most eye-catching thing is the upright booklet, and the sunlight through the pane is warmly sprinkled on it.

She hurriedly took three or two steps over to take a look, and there were no mistakes or omissions in the rows of delicate small letters, and when she turned to the back of the Nagong she talked about last night, she actually wrote dozens of pages.

She sat down and looked closely, and the more she looked, the more surprised she became: although it was slightly different from her thoughts, he had written all the measures she had never imagined, and in total there were more than ten pages more than the stack of discarded manuscript papers.

Ruoyun closed the booklet, and her heart was filled with warmth, and she didn't know what to do.

Although Cheng Qingxuan said a grand reason every time, she knew that he had the heart to help her. Everyone said that the surname was Wang Weiyan, but they didn't expect Cheng Qingxuan to treat people so gently, but she didn't even know when he left, and she couldn't help but be annoyed.

"Miss, can you just have lunch again?" She was in a fugue, and Xiaohong had already yelled and pushed the door in.

Immediately afterwards, Rong Yixuan actually came with Xiaohong, different from the usual casual clothes, his delicate crow blue coat today was covered with a slightly thick gauze robe, jade crown and jade belt, embroidered gold dynasty boots, it was extraordinary.

Seeing that she was stunned and ruddy in her hand, his originally cold and frosty face swelled with joy, and his gloomy eyes also lit up, and he blurted out: "It's better?" What do you feel now? ”