This article is to clear through the air, to get to the bottom of the reference to the history of the little masters, please take a detour, thank you.

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In the winter of the third year of Yongzheng, the heavy snow and wind flew all over the world, pressing the majestic and magnificent Forbidden City in silence.

The jade beads in Pu Caoxuan were so nervous that they were at a loss, because of the cold, their little faces were frozen.

"Little Lord......" she almost cried.

looked at Zhen Yijin, the little master on the bed who was pale and angry because of the wind and cold.

"Little master, Yuzhu will go to the imperial doctor, let's go." The six gods of Yuzhu have no owner, and the tears still can't help but hang down drippingly.

"Woo~"

"Little Lord."

Yuzhu called several times, and the person on the bed used all his strength to open his heavy eyelids, and slowly made a faint sound like a mosquito and a fly.

"It's useless...... Jade Bead ...... No need to go. ”

If it helps, she won't be terminally ill and no one cares.

"Useful, little lord. Yuzhu went to find Song Guiren, Pu Caoxuan was helped by Song Guiren several times, Yuzhu will go, this will go. ”

Song Guiren is Zhen Yijin's good sister, she went to Song Guiren for help several times, and Song Guiren never refused.

Yuzhu rushed out before he could say that, letting the cold wind cut his face like a knife.

"Jade Bead...... Return...... Come ......" helpless tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and before they could drip to the ground, her hand had already lost her life and fell heavily on the edge of the bed.

On a cold winter day, the last white fog appeared in the air, and after a while, the fog slowly became smaller and then disappeared.

After exhaling her last breath, she lost her vital signs.

At the same time, Chu Xiu Palace.

"Ah...... It hurts. "A pool of blood is spreading and devouring in all directions.

All the imperial doctors rushed up and blocked the water around Chuxiu Palace.

"Oh no, Song Guiren had a miscarriage. Go and invite the emperor. ”

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Two days later.

In Pucaoxuan, Zhen Yijin was half-lying on the collapse, his face was pale and his spirit was in a trance.

The two eyes were dark, and the crystal tears hung in the corners of their eyes under the candlelight, and they did not fall for a long time, which made people feel more and more distressed when they looked at them.

She's been here for more than two days. In her sweetest moment, the wedding night, but the sun and the moon alternately fell into the harem of Yongzheng in the Qing Dynasty, and no one knows how she spent these two days.

Helpless, helpless, lonely, distressed and unbearable.

Because of the promises she gave, they are endless, and now they ...... Once she crossed the harem of the Qing Dynasty, how did she go back to meet him at the age of Mo.

"We often see each other every year, Jiacheng...... You blame me. She sobbed slightly, faintly wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes.

She is the top chief medical officer of the twenty-first century, who has done her best for her patients for twenty years, but what she reciprocates, death, a terrible death.

Death came unexpectedly.

At the moment when she married her beloved, the moment she stepped into the cave room, she was only because of a slight pain in her heart.

Before Jiacheng's nervous and distressed expression was taken into her eyes, she had already died.

Hate, who should she hate, hate her own hard work or hate the joke of fate.

Tears overflowed from his eyes, crossed his emaciated pale cheeks, and were wiped away by Zhen Yijin's sleeves before they could drop.

"You blame me for being ruthless. I didn't mean to...... Jiacheng... I miss you so much...... I want to ...... I want to ...... It's really good to think. She was skinny, and her little curls were curled on the edge of the bed.

I thought about it, but I couldn't help it.

If you can do it again, Lang Jun is a thousand years old, and the concubine is always healthy, so that she can see each other year after year and live well, it is more meaningful than staying up late and working overtime without sleeping or eating, but unfortunately, she understood too late.

Recuperated for two days on the collapse.,Slowly regain the memory of the original owner.。

The memories that swept her couldn't help but frighten her.

Since the day she entered the palace, she has been excluded because of her slightly better appearance.

And because his father was just a four-grade ritual, his official position was not high, and he had no backstage support, when he was assigned to live in the palace, he pointed to such a corner of the side hall farthest from the emperor.

The mountain is high and the emperor is far away, and her beauty is still in the future to be favored by the emperor, so she responded to the sentence of red face and thin life.

Why did he die so easily? It's just a little bit of a chill.

She took her pulse for herself, frowning, who ...... Counted her.

But in the end, this is only the original owner's business, and she doesn't want to stay here at all.

What do you say will happen if you die again, can you go back?

The cold wind was blowing, and an astonishing thought came to her mind, and the cold wind in the already airy house invaded even more unscrupulously, penetrating her. A spirit.

Yuzhu came in with ginger tea, and saw his little master running out barefoot.

"Where are you going, little master?" Frightened, Yuzhu hurriedly put aside the tea and chased it out.

It's freezing outside, so I suffer from the wind chill, how can I blow the cold wind at this time. In case of the wind and cold again, wouldn't it be in vain to bring her life back from the ghost gate, how will she explain to the old lady in the future.

Turning around, he picked up the only cotton robe from the rickety shelf and chased after him.

Wrapped in silver, a white expanse, overshadowing the Zhu Yongbi tile.

In the silence, only one or two crows flew by, searching for food, festering corpses.

"Jiacheng ......"

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When I woke up the next day, the sunlight swallowed the cold, and the afterglow fell on the courtyard of Pucaoxuan.

Yuzhu cried, her eyes were red, was she too much yesterday, in the end, her own maid and herself depended on each other.

"I'm sorry......."

"The little master doesn't take care of his body like this, what if something really happens to you and you want Yuzhu, the wind and cold suffered a few days ago are better, are you going to make yourself sick again now?"

Yi Jin moved her body and looked at Yuzhu, who had suffered a lot of white eyes with her, she was indeed impulsive yesterday.

"No, I won't let you worry about it anymore." She is a doctor, and colds and flu are small things that are easy to get started with for her, and she doesn't take them to heart.

But yesterday she saw that man, a man exactly like him, who was it, could it be him? Did he hear his heart and come?

She asked herself, her joy mixed with fear, afraid that the expectations would be too high and the disappointment would be greater.

"I saw any outsiders yesterday." She jumped off the wall, but landed impartially in his arms, only before she could see her eyes clearly, she fainted.

Yijin waited expectantly for Yuzhu to reply, as if he had come to life.

Yuzhu scratched her head as she recalled, she didn't see anything when she arrived, but.

"The little master is talking about this bouquet of red plums...... "When she arrived yesterday, the little master was rolling in the snow, and she was holding this bouquet of red plums in her arms.

"Red Plum ......" was folded by him.

"Although the little master fell asleep, he carried this bouquet of red plums in his arms, and Yuzhu thought that the little master folded the red plums on a whim, so he brought them back."

"Hmm...... "Yesterday she really saw such a person, the man who looked exactly like Jiacheng. Thinking that he folded it, this bouquet of red plums was protected on his chest like a baby.

She carefully studied the bouquet of brilliant red plums in her hand. With a face full of joy that can't be hidden, what do you want to tell me through Hongmei......

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, quietly picked up the only cloak of a slightly fresher color, draped it on her body, and walked towards the door.

The pace became faster and faster, and at last it almost ran away.

She wants to see who went there yesterday, is it Jiacheng?

"Yuzhu, I'll go back when I go." Tightly tugging at the red plum in his arms.

I'm coming, Jiacheng is waiting for me.

"Little Lord, wait, Yuzhu is with you."

The soft sunlight fell on Zhen Yijin's slightly stretched brows, and there was a little excitement under his eyes.

She walked around the red plum forest a few times in a rose-red cloak, but there was no one except her and Yuzhu.

She frowned and tied the red plum tightly to her chest.

No, nothing.

In addition to the red plums looming in the courtyard, except for her and the maid Yuzhu. What the rest is nothing.

Only the fragrance of plum is light, and it spreads leisurely through the white snow in the vast sea of snow.

Under the red plum tree, she looked up at the red plum covered in silver snow, and in her curled eyelashes were those quiet and tranquil eyes.

There was no one in the air, and she was still a step too late.

After waiting for a long time, the snowflakes lost the weak sunlight and began to flutter and fall again.

"Little master, it's snowing again, let's go back."

"Let's go back." The snow is half a foot thick, and if you go down, I'm afraid you'll get your shoes and socks wet.

"Let's go back." She said again, placing her left hand on Yuzhu's hand.

The other hand was still holding on tightly to Hongmei. The red plum sent incense slowly, invading the small and delicate nasal cavity, and she frowned again.

"When you see the plum, you don't see the face of the old man, and the empty plum blossom is like the old man." She should take good care of her body, at least the next time she meets, she can't be so weak that she faints and can't see her old people.