"Xizi Pill", the most familiar medicine for hexagram female musicians. I have been taking the "Xizi Pill" for more than three months, and the heirs have long been empty for me. But Wuxian still has a dream in his heart, dreaming that one day when the dust settles, I can still have children for him.

"Ah Shi, we can have three children in the future. Four is too hurtful, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it, three is just right......"

Without three, there won't be one.

In the courtyard of late spring, the paulownia flowers are falling and the green shade is thick. Since taking off his spring clothes and changing into summer clothes, the weather is getting hot day by day, and the face in the plain mirror is also haggard day by day. Regret it? During those three months, I regretted it all the time. But I still took it. Now he knows that it is just another guilt, a sadness and a hopelessness to the regret of the eclipse.

I am getting haggard and thin, and humanity is toiling; He was decadent and withered, and only I knew it was heartbreaking.

I dug an empty hole in my stomach, and his heart shattered.

Now, the two of us should never meet again, and when we meet, the empty place will inevitably hurt if the broken place is broken. But Zhao Ying is sick, and Wuxian and I have to see each other almost every day. In a room, the eyes collided, and it used to be the joy of stealing, but now it is only heart-wrenching.

I have said the words "I'm sorry" countless times in my heart. But the cry in Wuxi's heart was so loud that he could no longer hear the voice in my heart.

Shenzi Zi Huang lived in Zhao Mansion for a month and a half, and Zhao Ying, who was seriously ill, was already able to participate in the southern suburbs ceremony presided over by the prince Chisel - the rumors on the streets and alleys changed day by day, but only this one was passed on for more than half a month.

In the spring of this year, the Marquis of Jin was seriously ill, and the sacrifice to the Eastern Qingdi was not held. The sacrifice of the princes, but not the sacrifice (1). In previous years, the Marquis of Jin only sacrificed spring, not summer. But this year, the monarch and the secretary are all seriously ill, and the summer is the main sacrifice of Shennong, who is in charge of medicine, so the preparations for this summer sacrifice are particularly grand. Just when everyone thought that the person who was the main sacrifice was the prince Ji Chi, and Ji Chisel must be Yaqing Zhiyao behind him, Zhao Ying, who had been ill for a long time, suddenly told the prince that he had recovered and wanted to go to the sacrifice together.

For a time, rumors arose in Xinjiang City, and the "wall grass" in the court stood up one after another, holding a wait-and-see attitude.

Recently, the situation in Qi, Song, Zheng, and Wei has been delicate, and Yaqing Zhiyao has been gearing up to control the army and wants to take advantage of the danger of Zhao Ying, lead the army to erect military authority, and remove all the Zhao generals in the army by the way. And when Zhao Ying was still alive, he would never allow such a thing. Zhao Ying wanted to take advantage of this southern suburbs ceremony to give Zhiyao a signal and a signal to the Manchu doctors.

But rumors, after all, are rumors. Zhao Ying is really terminally ill this time. No matter how much I tried to recuperate him, his body was getting weaker and weaker day by day. Man is like rotten wood, and the essence he has left is like the bark of a cracked tree being peeled off inch by inch.

The Southern Suburbs Ritual is today. When all the insiders were worried about Zhao Ying, he withdrew his attendants and secretly recruited the maid into the room.

After applying thin powder, drawing eyebrows, dyeing lip color, and the maidservant's skillful hands, after some clever makeup, this long-term sick old man really looks like he has really regained his former vigor. A man who has controlled the government of the Jin Kingdom for decades, a man who has been driving a long car, holding a sharp sword, and has been dominant for decades, in the twilight of his life, in order to deter the enemies who are about to move, in order to protect his family, he actually turned Dai Pink and Red Paste into weapons in his hands.

After the grand ceremony, the prince of Jin Ji Chi talked with Zhao Ying for a long time. Zhi Yao also led a group of clan relatives to discuss Song Zheng's affairs with him. I looked at the radiant Zhao Ying from afar, but what appeared in my heart was the scene of him staring blankly at the bronze mirror and letting the maid dot flower juice on his shrunken gray-white lips under the dim skylight.

What is a family? What is the world? What are you trying so hard to defend?

"What's wrong with you and Hongyun'er, I haven't seen you talk all morning?" Beruw walked up to me at some point.

"How do you speak when the carols are chanted above the ritual?" I smiled back.

"You know what I mean by that." Beru waved off his attendants and squeezed into the city gate side by side with me, "You have been meeting every day in the mansion for a month and a half, but there are not even ten sentences in total. When I saw you talking outside the house that night, I thought you were all right. ”

"Don't worry about whether we're okay or not. Care more about your body, and move back to your own yard to sleep at night. "Bolu has been serving Zhao Ying almost unclothed for a month and a half, he has lost weight, his face is yellow, and his face is more haggard than his father's.

"I'm just like that, after a while, eat and sleep well, and everything will be fine." After Beru finished speaking, he coughed twice more angrily.

I looked at him worriedly, and he waved his hand at me: "It's okay......"

I sighed lightly and asked, "Wuxian said a few days ago that he was going to Daiguo, why don't you go now?" ”

"If you care so much about him, why don't you ask it yourself?" Beru put down the veil covering his mouth and turned his head to glance behind him.

I followed his line of sight and saw a shirtless man in a black dress in the crowd.

"Red Cloud—" Buru stopped and waved at Wuxian.

Wuxian walked over in a few steps, bowed to Boru, and when he looked up, his dark jade eyes instantly met mine. My heart trembled, and I bowed my head in panic.

"What do you do with each other?" No shirt asked.

"It's not that I'm looking for you, it's Zidian who has something to ask you." Beru laughed and pulled me forward.

"What are you going to ask me?" The dull voice of the shirtless crashed into my heart.

"Nothing." I looked down at the tips of my shoes.

"Oh, then I'll go first." Wuxian said goodbye coldly, the inky clothes shook in front of my eyes, and the person had already moved forward.

"Hey-y-guys." Boru sighed deeply, "Ah Shi, Mingyi and I are leaving next month. ”

"Let's go? Where to go? I looked up in astonishment.

"Naturally, I went to Yunmengze, and Mingyi even hired a carriage."

"So fast...... The ceremony has just passed. ”

"You say fast, Mingyi thinks I'm slow! You know he's never liked Xinjiang. I had planned to tell you about this time I was leaving, but I was afraid that you would be too sad to let us go. ”

"Well, it's reluctant......" I looked at the person next to me who was like a brother, and looked at his eternal gentle eyebrows and eyes under the sun, and my heart was happy for him, but it was inevitable that I would be sad because of parting.

"Oh, why is it really sad? Give Brother a smile. "Beruw avoided the crowd and pulled me to the side of the street.

I hurriedly raised the corners of my mouth and smiled at him, "I'm not sad. This time I went back to Chu State, remember to ask Mingyi to cook you a few more meals of roasted meat, if Brother doesn't become fat, don't come back. ”

"Hahaha, okay, I'll tell him.".

"Yun Mengze, everything is good, it's just rainy in winter, and it will be boring if you stay for a long time. If my brother is really bored, there is a black-feathered and red-billed bird in the lacquer forest east of my wooden house, which can make a human voice and say whatever it teaches. You and Mingyi raise ten, and every day is as lively as going to the market. ”

"Ah Shi, back then, you advised me not to raise tigers and pigs, but now you actually come to persuade me to raise birds? But this idea is really good, Yunmeng is rainy in winter, and as soon as it rains, Mingyi shouts that it is boring. Last year, he raised a hare to relieve his boredom, but he thought it couldn't speak. This time, I prepared ten bamboo cages and asked Mingyi's kid to go to Chu to catch birds by himself. Bruch laughed. I couldn't help but laugh out loud when I thought of his past yard, and when I thought of the yard full of birdcages that he and Mingyi would hang in the future.

Along the way, we chatted about the clouds and fog of Yun Mengze, and the large snow-like reeds in the autumn of Chu State, and soon returned to the gate of Zhao Mansion.

Bo Lu stopped, hesitated for a long time, frowned, and said, "Ah Shi, after I leave, my father's illness will be entrusted to you." I didn't want to leave, I wanted to stay in the mansion to serve my father, but there has been too much gossip in the mansion recently, and I can't help if I stay here, and I am really ashamed to make trouble for Hongyun'er. ”

"Messing up? Are you saying that someone in the clan wants to push you to be the son of the world? "Bolu Renxiao, when Zhao Ying was lying on the couch, he was undressed and accompanied by his side day and night. Now that Zhao Ying's illness has not healed, he suddenly said that he wanted to leave, I thought that Ming Yi forced him to go to Chu to recuperate, but I didn't expect that it was because someone wanted to push him to do Zhao Shizi's business.

"Those people in the clan don't know who instigated them, not to say that Hongyun'er has not had a son for five years after marrying a wife, because he was born low and unbearable to be a son, so God made him childless under his knees and no wife. This is simply gibberish! They pushed me to sit in that position at this time, and I don't know what their intentions were! ”

"It's nothing more than because Xun Ji has a son." I smiled and said why, we both knew it. Zhao Ying is seriously ill, Bolu is weak, and Xun Ji, who is the sister of Zhiyao, has a son under his knees. Zhi Yao is planning to oust Wuxian from the throne at this time, probably looking forward to Zhao Ying's death, Bo Lu will go again, and this little grandson with the blood of the Zhi family will be able to inherit the throne of the Zhao family, so that he can sit back and relax from now on.

"Hey, fortunately, Hongyun'er doesn't doubt me, otherwise how would I be able to deal with myself. I only hope that Di Nu can really give birth to a son for Hongyun'er this time and break those people's delusions. A ...... He is the son of Zhao Shizi, who has been married for five years, and should always have a child. You can't blame him. ”

"I don't blame him, he blames me." The ego swallowed those pills, and all the jealousy disappeared with the cold touch in his belly. I'm not a complete woman anymore, and now it's time for him to hate me, hate me for ruining his dreams, hate me for cutting off my future and his future so decisively. Now, in the heart of the uncompassionate, what a cruel and vicious woman I must be.

Bo Lu walked into the gate of the Zhao Mansion with a sad heart, and after a few steps, he bumped into the Jin prince Ji Chi and Yu An.

After the ceremony, the prince chiseled me and said, "The sorcerer is really a doctor with exquisite skills, and he is not inferior to the master in the slightest. Now that Shangqing has recovered, when does the sorcerer plan to enter the palace again to treat his father? ”

As soon as Bo Lu heard that the prince was going to recruit me into the palace, he immediately became anxious, and he arched his hand and said: "The prince is good, and the father is ......."