Chen Yicong nodded.

Zhao Qi ran over at this time and handed over a wooden comb in both hands - this was his own use, and there were several broken teeth.

He didn't dare to rush into Bai Ling's bedroom in this courtyard, and after thinking about it, he still took his comb.

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment and took the worn-out wooden comb.

"Don't use this comb in the future," Bai Ling said softly, "If you have anything else to buy, make a list of them, and go to the Internal Affairs Office tomorrow to get a new one." ”

"Huh." Zhao Qi nodded stiffly, and then stepped aside.

Bai Ling turned and grabbed the boy's hair.

Chen Yicong's hair is a bit like his great-grandmother's, light and soft, but after being wet by the rain, many places are knotted.

In a few places where he had been combing badly, Bai Ling put aside the comb, faced the candle flame, disassembled the hair that had been clumped together, and then continued to comb on the wooden comb.

When combing his hair several times, Bai Ling heard Chen Yicong "hiss" softly. Although he didn't cry out in pain, Bai Ling immediately stopped his hand and lightened his movements.

The candle flame against the wall casts the shadow of Bai Ling on the wall.

Looking at this shadow, Chen Yicong remembered the one he had seen in the camp in the south of the city, a young man of the same age as himself, and he opened his mouth and called Bai Ling "sister".

The younger Bai Ling is indeed more like an older sister in every way.

"You just ...... Sitting in the courtyard," Chen Yicong suddenly spoke, "what are you doing?" ”

"I'm weaving tassels, the thing that hangs under the fan." Bai Ling replied softly.

"I hear you singing," Chen Yicong's voice turned lower, "what kind of song?" ”

Bai Ling's hand paused for a moment, and only after a moment did he reply, "...... Kuju Mountain. ”

Chen Yicong muttered the name, and heard Bai Ling add, "It's a southwestern mountain song." ”

"Why is it called Kuju Mountain?"

"I don't really know...... But I guess it's because this song and another song with 'Kuju Mountain' appear in the same play. So later the singer took the words 'Jiu Chong Mountain' and made the name of the song...... Anyway, the meaning is the same. ”

"Is it," Chen Yicong's voice didn't fluctuate, "the other one is ......?" ”

"I won't know that one," Bai Ling replied slowly, she recited the words of the mountain song in white, "The beginning is about, 'It's hard to sing when you're old, it's really hard to sing when you're old, it's not as good as eighteen or twenty-two, and the singing sound is over the Nine Mountains'......"

Chen Yicong doesn't know exactly which drama Bai Ling is talking about, but it doesn't matter.

is not as good as eighteen twenty-two, and the singing voice has passed through the nine mountains.

It sounds like an old man's song reminiscing about his youth.

This one, as well as the previous one, he felt that it was very good to hear.

The boy relaxed, his back leaning back against the back of his chair.

Bai Ling combed Chen Yicong's hair smoothly, and constantly wiped the rain with a towel, so that the young man's hair was no longer dripping.

During this period, Chen Yicong did not look back once, just sat lonely in his chair, occasionally looking up at the faint shadow cast by Bai Ling on the wall.

Bai Ling didn't ask him what was going on—it was fine, and he wasn't going to talk to anyone.

“…… How could you be in the palace? Chen Yicong lowered his eyes and said.

"Master Zhang asked me to come." Bai Ling replied in a low voice, "Three days ago, he came to my house and asked me to wait in the palace for the next few days. ”

"What are you waiting for?"

"Didn't say."

Chen Yicong frowned slightly.

He vaguely felt that some of his thoughts seemed to be perceived by Zhang Shouzhong, but this feeling was completely different from his mother's seeing through and not saying anything.

This insight made him very, very unhappy.

Chen Yicong thought for a moment and looked at Zhao Qi who was standing by the wall.

"Your name is Zhao Qi, right?"

Although the prince's voice was still a little weak, the majesty contained in it still made Zhao Qi quickly lower his head.

He nodded again and again, and replied softly, "Back to the prince, the slave maid is called Zhao Qi." ”

“…… Go to the East Palace," Chen Yicong's gaze fell on the ground in front of Zhao Qijiao, "go and tell them that I am here." ”

Zhao Qi didn't understand, "Tell ...... Who? ”

Chen Yicong's expression was indifferent, "When you arrive at the East Palace, whoever you see is whoever you see." ”

"Oh oh......" Zhao Qi still didn't quite understand, but he didn't dare to ask again for the time being.

"Tell them to stay in the palace well, don't run around, and don't come to me." The prince's voice was slow and cold, "Got it? ”

“…… The slave understands. Zhao Qi replied almost immediately, not daring to delay at all.

He picked up his umbrella and rushed into the rain outside the door, and Bai Ling shouted at him to take the lantern from behind, but the others had already run away.

Looking at Zhao Qi's back, Bai Ling sighed and returned to the room.

"Are there only you and Zhao Qi here?" Chen Yicong asked.

- Not only that, of course, but also Fourteen.

But emphasizing that this is not necessary, Bai Ling nodded and said softly, "Bai Yi is next door, he has been accompanying me into the palace for the past few days, if I have any trouble here, I can go to him at any time." ”

"That's not good." Chen Yicong's voice was weak, "...... It's not safe. ”

"It's so pure." Bai Ling replied.

The dim candle flame reflected the whole room warmly, and Chen Yicong's eyes were half-open, and he gradually felt sleepy.

"I want to rest here for a while." He whispered, "...... Yes, there is. ”

Bai Ling didn't answer, but just brought Chen Yicong a wide and light summer blanket.

The boy was wrapped in a thin blanket and curled up in a chair. He leaned back in his chair, not taking his eyes off the plaque in the center of the room.

There was a thunderclap of lightning outside the door, but the howling wind and rain could not get in, and he heard the sound of a book behind him—Bai Ling sat back in her place and read.

The sound of the pages turning is so pleasant and so familiar.

Chen Yicong gradually fell asleep, and in the past few days, this was probably the first time he had actually fallen asleep.

As the night deepened, Bai Ling casually looked up and saw that the thin blanket had somehow loosened a corner, and about half of it had fallen to the ground.

So she stood up, walked to the young man's side, and put the blanket back on Chen Yicong's body.

In the flickering candle flame, Bai Ling saw tears oozing from the corners of the young man's eyes, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, probably dreaming.

"I won't ......," Chen Yicong muttered in his sleep, "I won't ......"

Bai Ling frowned a little distressedly, but from beginning to end, she didn't hear what Chen Yicong was talking about in her dream.

No one will know what the boy is talking about.

Because it was the last moment he heard from his mother.

In the dream, he responded again and again -

I will not let the dead bleed in vain.

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