Xiao Lian was placed in the Xiangyun Hall of the East Palace as a Huaiying monk. Xiao Zhaoye seemed to deliberately knock him down, and all the food and living in Xiangyun Hall were in accordance with the rules and precepts of Buddhism. As a result, the green lantern ancient Buddha, the green vegetable tofu, Xiao Lian will have physiological nausea when he sees any green thing now.

There is a small wing room behind the Buddha hall, which is simply placed on a couch, a few low, and two futons. There is always a cold light rain in the night of April, and the incense in the Buddhist hall spreads to the apse, but it can not make people calm at all, but it seems that the seven emotions and six desires in the world are more abrupt.

Xiao Lian's hands were folded behind his head, he pillowed his arms, his eyes were half-closed, his phoenix eyes were slightly upturned, and his eyelashes were like two fans, gently covering his face.

"Concubine Taisun has the flesh and blood of this palace, what qualifications do you have to stand here again?"

From the moment he heard those words, it was like a fire had accumulated in his chest, burning all his internal organs to ashes. That day, he sprinkled all his anger on Xiao Zhaoye's body, scolding him bloody, but he couldn't make himself better than half a point.

He Jingying is Xiao Zhaoye's wife. He himself knows this very well, what his position is, and what his identity is. He can only stand aside, guarding the girl he likes, protecting the girl he likes. He thought it was all he had, and that was enough.

But when Xiao Zhaoye said that sentence, he realized that the jealousy in his chest broke the embankment almost instantly, and the originally clear and shallow sentence of love suddenly surged, slowly fermenting in his chest, as if it was about to explode his whole person. Those emotions couldn't find a source, so they squeezed his heart and crumpled the whole heart to pieces.

After a while, he exhaled heavily, he should have thought that such a thing would happen. Xiao Zhaoye is right, he is indeed the one who is least qualified to stand next to He Jingying.

He lifted his sleeves, and on the inside of his forearm was a scripture, a strange symbol, which was a formation, which Dzongsar had tattooed on him. He can go back with this formation. When he is sure that He Jingying is okay, he will go back.

Thinking of this, his whole mind was chaotic again. To keep He Jingying, what he has to do is to change this history. But what happens when that history is changed? If it was an alternate plane, he might be able to go back. If the timeline that still exists with him is the same line, after he changes this history, the world will change with it, and all kinds of things that will happen in the future will be different. So will there still be a person like him in this world?

Xiao Lian took a deep breath, he couldn't sleep left and right, he simply sat up and opened the window. I happened to see a figure walking quietly under the porch.

He Jingying held an umbrella, her hair was simply curled behind her head, a goose-yellow robe swayed in the wind, and the fine rain dripping from the eaves of the corridor seemed to drip in Xiao Lian's heart, bit by bit, the boredom in her chest and the anger in her heart were extinguished little by little.

Seeing He Jingying standing in front of her in a dignified manner, what jealousy and unwillingness converged in an instant, there was a strange power that calmed down the restless emotions.

Xiao Lian's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth smiled shallowly: "Donor, but you're here to enjoy the rain?" ”

He Jingying couldn't help but laugh when she saw him wearing monk's clothes but smiling inappropriately: "I thought you wouldn't be used to it, but I didn't expect you to be in a good mood." He Jingying shook the food box she was carrying: "You must be hungry." ”

Xiao Lian sat on the railing, one leg curled up on the railing, and the other leg swayed casually. He leaned lazily on the pillar, and the beads were casually held in his hands.

"If there really is a monk like you, the Buddha may be angry with you." He Jingying said as she brought out the side dishes in the food box one by one, a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, a plate of braised lion's head, a plate of blanched ham with bamboo shoots, and a plate of eight-treasure duck.

Xiao Lian smelled the fragrant food, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were raised with joy. He casually picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and threw it in his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Isn't there any wine?" ”

He Jingying was stunned, he only remembered Xiao Lian pouring a cup, but he forgot that it was originally Xiao Zhaoye's body. He Jingying smiled: "Then I'll bring you wine tomorrow." ”

It was originally a very ordinary sentence, but to Xiao Lian's ears, it seemed that every word in this sentence was stained with honey. His smile rippled across his deep face.

She'll come back tomorrow.

He said, "Okay." ”

He didn't hide his pleasure at all, he was simply like a child.

He Jingying took a pot of hot tea from the house and came out: "Let's take this today." ”

He picked up the teacup, pretended to drink a drink, and smashed his mouth: "It's not bad." ”

He Jingying laughed out loud when she saw that he looked funny. The two of them sat under the porch, talking in the cool night rain.

He Jingying did not mention the matter between her and Xiao Zhaoye. Xiao Lian didn't mention anything related to that blood array. They are like old friends who haven't seen each other for many years, chatting about what they have seen and heard, and chatting about some anecdotes. In the end, Xiao Lian has a wider range of knowledge, he told He Jingying about the changes in Xuanwumen, and Wu Zetian was called the emperor. Xiao Lian's clumsiness sounded almost boring to him.

If he is flamboyant, he can say it when he touches the skin of his mouth. But he has lived for twenty years and never thought that historical stories could also flirt with his sister, so he has never made preparations for this.

But although he was going to be dry, He Jingying listened energetically. So in the drizzle, the two of them drank tea, one was awkwardly scratching his monk plate from time to time, and the other had crooked eyebrows and eyes, with a sincere smile on the corner of his mouth.

The apricot blossoms are slightly raining, and the heart is stable. Enough.

As he spoke, footsteps came from the front hall, and in a short time they went around the cloister to the apse. Shaoqing Cao Jingzhao walked in with an anxious expression. "Concubine Taisun, Gonggong Xu from Zhaoyang Yang Hall is here, saying that he asked you to hurry up and go to the Flower Shifting Pavilion. Something happened to the emperor. ”

He Jingying frowned slightly: "It's Xu Meiren Xu's father-in-law?" ”

Cao Jingzhao nodded, and added: "Imperial Doctor Xu has also passed." The grandson can you in the south study. ”

Gonggong Xu is from Zhaoyang Palace, and now the emperor is in the Flower Shifting Pavilion, but it is not Zhu Shou who comes, nor is he the head of the Flower Shifting Pavilion. This is obviously Fan Guifei who came to report to her.

In the middle of the night, Imperial Physician Xu went to the Flower Shifting Pavilion, and the emperor must be seriously ill, and he didn't even have time to move the Heart Nourishing Palace.

Fan Guifei is so excited, I am afraid that this sudden emergency is also strange.

He Jingying looked back at Xiao Lian and saw that Xiao Lian also looked solemn. Could it be that Xiao Lian's prophecy came so quickly?

In any case, it is better to prepare first.

He Jingying hurriedly grabbed Cao Jingzhao and said: "Jingzhao, you go to Xiao Yanfu, the supervisor of Yulin, and say that the war between the two countries is imminent, and the emperor's ill affairs must not be spread out of the palace, so let Xiao Yanfu close the city gate and not let people enter and exit tonight." ”

Cao Jingzhao immediately took the order and left.

He Jingying took Xiao Lian to the south study. Xiao Zhaoye watched Xiao Lian and He Jingying walk together from a distance, and a gloom flowed through his eyes.

He Jingying was in a hurry, and she didn't notice Xiao Zhaoye's expression in the night, but she felt faintly uneasy in her heart, and said to Xiao Zhaoye with some eagerness: "Has Your Highness heard the news?" ”

Xiao Zhaoye said quietly: "I sent someone to inquire. The emperor suddenly fainted in the Flower Shifting Pavilion. ”

"Now that the border is not stable, Shen Wenji is stationing troops in Yinshan again, and the emperor is suddenly seriously ill at this time, which seems to be too coincidental."

Xiao Zhaoye naturally knew what He Jingying was referring to. When he heard the news, he also had this speculation.

He Jingying saw that Xiao Zhaoye did not deny her speculation, so she instructed Xu Longju: "Father-in-law Xu, you hurry out of the city while Xiao Yanfu has not closed the city gate, and inform the King of Xin'an and the Lord of the sacrificial wine of the situation in the palace, they naturally know how to prepare." ”

From the East Palace to the Inner Palace, you have to walk most of the palace, and the harem tonight is exceptionally quiet. This silence is all the more paradoxical among the several lanterns that wander in the hallway. There were a lot of people coming and going in the corridor, the lanterns emitted a dim halo, and the people in the corridor looked extremely serious and eager, but there was no sound at all, and it seemed that even the footsteps were very soft.

The princess sent by Goguryi lived in the Flower Shifting Pavilion, saying that she was a princess but her background was not noble, and Goguryi did not hide it at all, and mentioned it vaguely when he offered it. But the title of the princess is not obtained by birth, but by ability. The emperor clearly told all the ministers the next day.

The day after the princess was sent, the emperor, who had worked hard all his life, missed the morning court for the first time and stayed in the Flower Pavilion, until the morning of the third day, when Fan Guifei went to the Flower Pavilion, early in the morning, to invite the emperor out of the Flower Pavilion.

The princess from Goguryi really achieved the achievement of "instant fame" in the harem. Since then, Mrs. Mei's name has spread to every corner of the harem, but the people of the harem always have some derogatory connotations when they mention it.

As soon as she stepped into the Flower Shifting Pavilion, He Jingying was so smoked by the rich aroma that she almost vomited. The emperor has spoiled such a wonderful person as Fan Guifei for most of his life, and now that people are getting older, their taste is really getting worse and worse.

Stepping into the bedroom, the strong incense fragrance was even stronger, but fortunately, Xu Chuhe had already come, and the faint medicinal fragrance floated out of Xu Chuhe's medicine box, neutralizing the vulgar incense.

Fan Guifei sat in the hall with a pale face, and the tea in her hand was already cold. Mrs. Mei knelt in front of Fan Guifei, sobbing and lowering her head. When Mrs. Mei lowered her head, she stretched her snow-white neck, even if you look at it from behind, you can see Mrs. Mei's different charm.

He Jingying walked to Mrs. Mei's side and glanced down. Under Mrs. Mei's swan-like neck, her snow-white breasts are about to come out, and it is indeed a rare stunner just by virtue of this figure, which makes men feel blood at a glance. It doesn't matter what such a woman looks like, let alone talent. is locked up in a room with such a woman, and it is estimated that few men are in the mood to talk to her about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

When Fan Guifei saw He Jingying coming, her face finally softened a little: "Concubine Taisun, you are here." ”

He Jingying took her eyes back from Mrs. Mei: "I've seen the concubine." ”

Fan Guifei hugged He Jingying: "Don't kneel if you have a body." Fan Guifei raised her head and looked at Xiao Lian behind He Jingying, and was stunned: "This is Master Huaiying that you mentioned between you?" ”

Xiao Lian clasped his hands together and saluted Fan Guifei, and stood aside in a proper manner.

Xiao Zhaoye asked, "How is the emperor's situation now?" ”

Fan Guifei said: "Imperial Doctor Xu said that it was a symptom of chest paralysis, or it was caused by overwork. When Fan Guifei said the words "overwork", her eyes drifted over Mrs. Mei's face, and there was a hint of disgust in her eyes.

He Jingying's eyelids jumped: "Chest paralysis? I remember that the last time the emperor was seriously ill was because of chest paralysis. ”

Xiao Lian couldn't help frowning when he heard this.

Fan Guifei nodded: "The palace has already sent someone to invite the Heavenly Master." ”

The last time the emperor paid equal attention, Ghost Face Langjun mentioned that Ghost Orchid can treat chest paralysis. He Jingying and Xiao Lian took Xiao Zilun, Yuan Geyu, Cao Jingzhao, Qi Zhen, and Yang Min to Lu Liang to find the ghost orchid, and also released the Yin soldiers, almost wiped out the whole army, and used those giant cave newts as fodder.

At that time, there were two ghost orchids that were retrieved.

A pulsatilla was given to Ghost-faced Langjun.

and the other one is in He Jingying's makeup box. At that time, because the ghost face Langjun used the ghost orchid to cure the emperor in advance, the ghost orchid brought out by Xiao Lian was not used. Xiao Lian jokingly said that he wanted to be a hairpin for He Jingying, and that flower really kept lying in He Jingying's makeup box and had not moved.

After a while, the ghost-faced Langjun walked in. He hurriedly administered a few injections to the emperor, and the emperor's pale face finally eased a little. The gray-black aura of death faded a little from between the emperor's eyebrows.

Xu Chuhe bowed to the ghost-faced Langjun with admiration, and praised sincerely: "The Heavenly Master's golden needle technique is also admired by the old man. ”

The ghost-faced Langjun returned to Xu Chuhe's salute, although it was not rude, but he didn't say a word, and there was a sense of arrogance in his gestures, which was very different from the ghost-faced Langjun who was forced back to the Heavenly Master Pavilion by He Jingying's knife that day, and sat on the ground with broken thoughts.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still a very fine trace of blood on the neck of the ghost-faced Langjun, He Jingying would have thought that the ghost-faced Langjun had changed again.

I only heard Xiao Zhaoye ask respectfully: "Heavenly Master, what is the situation of Grandpa Huang now?" ”

Sure enough, I only heard the ghost-faced Langjun say: "The emperor's chest paralysis is very similar to the previous situation. ”

Xiao Zhaoye asked, "The last time the Heavenly Master healed the emperor's grandfather, was it cured with a ghost orchid?" ”

Ghost-faced Langjun nodded noncommittally.

Xiao Zhaoye said: "There is still one in the East Palace, and this palace will order someone to send it." Tired Heavenly Master to cast another magic spell. ”

Ghost-faced Langjun shook his head and said with some regret: "It's useless." ”

"How is that possible?" Xiao Zhaoye's shock and surprise were real.

He Jingying looked at the ghost-faced Langjun, and her gaze swept over Xiao Zhaoye's face again. I have to say that when she heard that the emperor was suffering from chest paralysis, she suspected for a moment that it was Xiao Zhaoye's hand on the emperor. Unless you go to the ghost domain again, the only ghost orchid that can save the emperor is in your hands.

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