Chapter 52

In the first month of the third year of Emperor Lian, the cold wind blew everything, and a few young shoots that did not know the spring and winter showed their heads, and it was only less than half a day, and they were already sick and hung their heads, and they could not recover their original strength for a long time.

The temperature changed a little quickly, the thickness of the clothes on the body did not have time to change, one after another people were infected with the wind cold, and the ordinary momentum was shaved away by such a changeable season.

The strings under Mu Yan's hands changed a few tones, as if mixed with a bit of winter cold, and the blowing in the room was obviously with warmth, lifting the clothes of the Empress Dowager Liu, but with a bit of familiar cold, vaguely dragging the memory back to that season.

At that time, Empress Dowager Liu was not the queen mother, she did not have such a noble title, and she still had a supreme position, at that time, she was just a concubine......

"How does the concubine feel?"

The imperial doctor put down the medicine box in his hand, waved his hand, the ink on the tip of the pen was colored on the rice paper, and several words of dragon flying and phoenix dancing appeared, and the imperial doctor looked at several cases of similar diseases, and the prescription was written out with ease.

"Ahem, I just feel a little dizzy and have no energy." Empress Dowager Liu rubbed her forehead, during this time, one after another in the palace were unwell, the serious one was bedridden, and this year's wind chill seemed to be particularly violent.

The imperial doctor checked the pulse again, made sure that there was no problem, and touched his beard, "The concubine has a good rest during this time, take medicine on time, and in a few days, it will be fine." “

Yin Chenglu, the king of Yunyang, when he heard such news, packed up early, and took Mu Yan into the palace to serve the sick, so as to take the opportunity to send Mu Yan to Emperor Lian's side.

"Queen Mother, how do you feel now, Erchen heard that he was sick, so he hurried to see the situation."

Yin Chenglu just pushed open the door and saw the Empress Dowager Liu who was sick in bed, and walked over anxiously.

"Ahem, it's okay, I'm much better now." Empress Dowager Liu's body was so tired that she almost didn't even have the strength to raise her hand.

"Erchen is very worried, so I brought a few girls today and served them in person, hoping that the condition can be alleviated." Yin Chenglu took the opportunity to push out the person behind him and completely displayed it in front of Empress Dowager Liu.

The strings in Mu Yan's hand were not interrupted, those notes changed and jumped, Empress Dowager Liu's mind seemed to be involved, every memory was hooked, and the figure of Empress Dowager Liu looked at the playing figure in front of her, which was faintly overlapping with her impression.

When I first saw Mu Yan, I have to say that Empress Dowager Liu was indeed bright-eyed, this girl was born clean, well-behaved, and stood honestly on one side, which made people feel disgusted.

It's the same, that's Mu Yan is also like this, Chu Chu is lovely, relatively quiet and doesn't like to talk much, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, and he always exudes a very reassuring feeling.

Empress Dowager Liu looked at Mu Yan who was playing the piano blankly, and her heart was flooded with layers of waves, if she hadn't known that she was not alone, at this moment, she thought that she was back to when she first met.

The frequency of Mu Yan's fingers is getting faster and faster, and the rhythm is becoming more and more compact, one is careless, his fingers are cut, although there is no broken skin, but there is still a faint stinging pain transmitted from the fingertips, his eyebrows and eyes are slightly frowned, Mu Yan still endures the pain, and continues to play, the rhythm of the song is not slowed down at all, but is more urgent.

I don't know if the breeze is too warm, this song is not finished, Empress Dowager Liu's mind is always taken away unconsciously, the girl holding the piano in front of her, and Mu Yan, who is buried in the deepest part, always overlap and cross.

Mu Yan was the same at the beginning, no matter what he did, no matter what grievances he received, he was always shallow, trying his best to endure it, and sometimes it was distressing to see people.

The fan in the hand of the Empress Dowager Liu was held tightly, and after recalling this time, looking at the person in front of her, she mistakenly thought that Mu Yan was playing for herself, and the sun fell on her side face, as if it was still when she was lingering on the sickbed that year.

The song seems to be out of control, sometimes it makes people want to sleep, sometimes it is urgent and exciting, one by one, it is entangled with the mood in the heart, and it is inseparable from it.

The wind outside was a little stronger, and Mu Yan's face was full of hair, and his cheeks were looming, like a veil of fog through a layer of fog, Empress Dowager Liu was slightly startled in her heart, and in an instant, she returned to her first meeting in a trance.

If it's just the first time you see it......

Empress Dowager Liu sighed, and the slight voice was finally drowned in this tactful piano sound, where is there a chance to start over in life, and the past has become a cloud of the past.

Fate has already done a good job of the line, what to meet with whom, at different forks, the Empress Dowager Liu is most emotionally the two maids sent by her son.

Ni Xiang's figure has long been vaguely faded in the field of vision, except for Mu Yan, whether it is the initial meeting or the final relationship, if it weren't for the later events, maybe this wouldn't be a tragic ending, maybe there wouldn't be these twists and turns.

Different pictures are flipped in front of you, each picture always overlapping with the things in front of you, every move, every smile, you can't tell whether it is a dream or reality.

Mu Yan seems to be playing not the strings, but the psychological mood, each mood is mobilized, and different emotions emerge.

Empress Dowager Liu couldn't help but sigh with emotion, lamenting that the world is changeable, lamenting that things are wrong now, everything has been taken away by time, and what is left is just some memories, just for people to remember and keep warm.

I don't know what it was playing, but it didn't stop sounding, and those beautiful music slipped out of the window, playing with the breeze outside, and naughtily dancing their own dance steps.

Mu Yan was a little swaying, the music scores in his mind were lost when he was shaking, and his subordinates didn't know what they were playing, and the music they plucked out seemed to be done at random.

I thought it wouldn't be like this, who would know the changes in the future, who would know the future direction, each different intersection, leading to a different future, Mu Yan's mind drifted a little farther away.

There was a string that was plucked heavily, and the sound it produced was not so harmonious, and it was suddenly revealed, and there was a feeling of standing out from the crowd, and then it was drowned out by the sound that followed.

Mu Yan didn't notice the tone of his subordinates, and his mind had already drifted to a memory that was long ago.

Memories are like yellowed books, each page with a different story, either colorful or dull, and shattered at the slightest touch.

In the first month of the third year of Emperor Lian, on the eve of Mu Yan's entry into the palace, he was a little apprehensive, and before leaving, he had a conversation with King Yunyang......

was arranged to enter the palace, to the golden wire birdcage, facing the vermilion lacquered wall, when Mu Yan heard it, he was a little unconsciously resistant, that place is not what everyone yearns for, those glory and wealth, but at the cost of freedom.

What's more, life is already very good now, at least very reassuring, and even the flowers and plants outside the window have also given birth to feelings of affection.

But......

"The concubine is seriously ill, and this king was ordered to enter the palace to serve the sick, and take you and Nixiang together, this is our best opportunity."

What fell into his ears was the explanation of Yin Chenglu, the king of Yunyang, Mu Yan looked at the sunlight outside the window, it seemed to be particularly dazzling today, some couldn't open his eyes, Yin Chenglu in front of him was bathed in the sun, obviously so close, but there was a feeling that he couldn't touch it.

Mu Yan didn't know that his original mission, if he wasn't attached to it, how could he be inseparable now, nodded lightly, opened his mouth, and said nothing.

This is indeed the best opportunity, if you miss it, I don't know when there will be such an opportunity again, and I can't complain that Yin Chenglu will be anxious and eager to seize such an opportunity.

However, Mu Yan's mind is not only such thoughts, once his heart is mixed with emotions that he shouldn't have, other things seem to become a little indecisive.

In the future, if you enter the palace, I am afraid that you will not be able to see such a free growth of all things, Mu Yan looked at the messy grass growing outside, it was already waist-high, and his heart faintly resisted the high wall that did not see the sun.

I wanted to say a few more words, but Mu Yan looked up and saw the ambition on Yin Chenglu's face, and a little bit of eagerness for the future, his mouth squirmed a few times, and he still chose to close it.

What makes people feel cold is not the approaching Zhuwa high wall, nor the unpredictability of people, let alone facing the strict and almost cold palace alone, but in Yin Chenglu's eyes, he can only see full of ambition and not a bit of reluctance.

"I will treat you well and will not disappoint your friendship."

Seeing Mu Yan's hesitant appearance, King Yunyang felt a little nervous in his heart, held Mu Yan's hand, and said promisedly.

At that time, I had forgotten the appearance of the outside, and the surrounding scenery had also forgotten, only the cool hands, the cold touch, and the words that had been lingering in my ears, like an unchanging promise.

"If you don't believe, I'm willing to swear by heaven and earth."

Mu Yan was just shaking his head, maybe the sun was too warm, his mind was always drifting, maybe the promise was too sudden, the joy in his heart drowned everything, Yin Chenglu thought it was Mu Yan's reluctance, raised his fingers, and said loudly.

was silent for a long time, so long that Yin Chenglu thought that he would not get any answer, his eyes were a little dim, and he was about to turn around, when a shallow sigh overflowed in his throat, he heard a crisp voice behind him, even if the sound was small, but it still fell clearly to his ears.

"Okay, I'm willing to enter the palace."

Mu Yan paused for a moment, time seemed to stand still at this moment, a moment of stagnation, and said softly in his mouth, whether the promise was true or not, at least at this moment Mu Yan was already a believer, and his lips cracked in a slight arc.

With the promise he made, with what he would rather believe, and his full friendship, Mu Yan was willing to enter the palace.