"Sister Honglian, are you feeling unwell again?"

In the bright small room, Chu Jiu's clean eyes were full of worry, and he cautiously reached out and pulled the sleeve of his shirt.

"No, just a little sleepy." Yan Liwu let go of his faintly aching forehead, looked up at Chu Jiu and smiled gently, "I haven't slept well in the past two days, and I started to get sleepy in the middle of the day, it doesn't matter when I can sleep well." ”

Chu Jiu nodded, sensibly poured a cup of hot tea for Yan Li's worries, and then sat down on the opposite side of the table with a full stomach, and stopped talking: "Sister Honglian, you said that you wouldn't let me tell your brother-in-law about your illness for the time being, when will this 'temporary' be over?" ”

Yan Liwu was slightly stunned.

When she was in Rongcheng before, Helian Ming made it very clear that the reason why she frequently fell into a coma was because she was planted with some kind of Gu in her body, and if she ignored it, the coma would occur more frequently, and the time of coma would be prolonged, until one day she could no longer wake up.

Yan Liwu didn't tell Mu Jiuge or anyone else about this matter, and even Chu Jiu was asked not to spread it for the time being. Yan Liwu thought that she shouldn't let Wen Moqing know when the war between the two countries was at its most intense, otherwise Wen Moqing would definitely go to Helian Ming to ask for an antidote, even if she wore out her mouth and barely stopped him, Wen Moqing would still add an extra layer of burden.

If you can stay away, stay away, Qinglian Wangye, Helian Mingan, or her sister who she has never heard of or met, these things have nothing to do with her at all, and she doesn't want to mention it again, she doesn't want to do it at all.

"Jiu'er, when the Hosdu army is repulsed, will you tell your brother-in-law at that time? You see, my brother-in-law is so busy now, I can't split him in half and run around, right? Stretching out his hand to cover Chu Jiu's small palm, Yan Li smiled comfortably, "Na, I promise you, as long as the war is over, I will find a way to cure the disease, so you can bear with it again, don't let others know about it yet, good." ”

Chu Jiu was depressed in his heart, but he didn't want to disobey the meaning of leaving his worries, so he nodded unhappily.

The two chatted for a few words, and remembered a polite knock on the door outside the house, and then Chu Ci pushed the door in, and knocked on the top of his head with a depressed face: "Fortunately, Miss Yan didn't leave, help, go to His Highness to comfort a few words, this difficult task can only be completed by you, Miss Yan!" ”

Yan Li frowned: "What's wrong?" Your Highness is in a bad mood? ”

"Big deal, big thing." Chu Ci sighed, obviously not much sadness, but still maintained the most basic seriousness, "The four princes and the imperial concubine who were beaten into the cold palace exposed the conspiracy of Lian Song and Yun Guifei at the enthronement ceremony, and the prince also persuaded the ministers to expel the ministers in time to consolidate the imperial power, but unfortunately at the last moment, the four princes still could not escape the secret attack of Lian Song's men......"

"The fourth prince is dead?" Yan Liwu gasped, shocked, and finally understood the reason why Chu Ci asked her to comfort Wen Moshu.

Although Wen Moshu and Wen Mozheng were born to a half-mother, their relationship from childhood to adulthood is better than that of brothers, when Wen Moshu and Wen Mozheng competed for the throne, they were very hesitant and contradictory, and now Wen Mozheng was controlled by Lian Song and died tragically on the emperor's platform, Wen Moshu couldn't even see his younger brother for the last time, and his heart was naturally sadder than anyone else.

Yan Liwu, who had just rushed back from Rongcheng, came to Wen Moshu's room with a tired body, knocked on the door and no one answered, and gently pushed open the door on his own initiative, and a pungent smell of wine came to his face.

Yan Li was a little sad suddenly, she remembered very well that Wen Moshu was very self-disciplined, never liked to drink, and even less liked to use alcohol to kill her sorrows.

"Mo Shu." After hesitating for a while, Yan Liwu finally directly called Wen Moshu's name instead of using an honorific title.

She always thinks that this should be the case when there are no outsiders - even if it can't be affectionate and long-lasting, she still hopes to become Wen Moshu's closest friend.

In the room full of wine, Wen Mo was motionless at the table, the empty wine bottle in his hand was half tilted, and the wine glass had already fallen to the ground and shattered. Yan Liwu sighed silently, walked to the table and gently pushed Wen Moshu's shoulder, Wen Moshu still didn't move, as if he was drunk, and like he fell asleep quietly.

Yan is worried but knows that he is more sober than anyone else.

Sitting next to him silently, Yan Liwu turned over the new cup, took the wine jug from Wen Moshu's hand and poured it vigorously, finally poured out a few drops of residual wine, dipped his lips lightly, and immediately came with a spicy taste.

"Boss Xiao said that the wine in the palace is all fine wine, and it is not easy to drink it delicately, and it is difficult to buy a cup for a thousand dollars; The wine in the market is different, it is all coarsely brewed, and it is spicy and strong in one sip, and if you get drunk and sleep, it will always make people have a headache when you wake up the next day. However, Boss Xiao also said that no matter how much you drink the elixir and jade dew in the palace, it is not as good as relieving your worries after a hangover with a jar of turbid wine in the market. I don't know how to taste wine, and I can't tell the good from the bad, but after drinking this sip, I feel that it is more refreshing than the wine I drank in the palace. ”

"It's a pity that this is not the legendary drunken dream death, otherwise you would be able to get drunk, and I don't know." After a long time, Wen Moshu finally raised his head and spoke dumbly.

Yan Liwu poured out the wine in the cup and filled it with half-cold strong tea: "What about after a big drunk?" And how? Don't you still have to open your eyes to see the world and the separation of life and death? I don't know if it's useful to drink away your sorrows, I just know that if someone is sad and avoids indulging in this wine, some people will be distressed and anxious, and they will carry that pain for you when you are drunk. ”

"Chu Ci asked you to come, right?" Wen Moshu smiled dumbly, and there was indeed a little drunkness in his blurry eyes, "He always told me not to be too emotional, but I couldn't help it...... Worry, Mo Zheng is my younger brother, when I was a child, I was not in good health, and every time I was bullied by other brothers, Mo Zheng stood up for me, I am such a caring brother......"

Yan Liwu lowered his eyebrows: "I know, so I'm not here to persuade you to endure it, I came to tell you that if you're unhappy, I'm willing to accompany you." But you have to say the pain in your heart, whether it's sad or sad, I don't want you to bear all this alone—just like you always silently accompanied me and shared it for me during my most difficult times. ”

Slightly distracted, and then Wen Moshu smiled bitterly: "But you still married someone else." ”

This kind of thing would never be said when Wen Mo was sparse and drunk, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff and stagnant.

In the eyes of Yan Liwu, Wen Moshu is a gentle and elegant person who is very considerate and tolerant. I don't understand Wen Moqing's silence, Wen Moshu is better at grinding and eliminating the dissatisfaction in his heart, so he is always so calm and plain, not careful, and not holding grudges.

It seems that only her departure has made him unable to let go.

Why not?

It's just that she doesn't have a fruitless expectation for Wen Moshu, but a kind of guilt that is difficult to get rid of, and she always hopes to do something for him, so as to make up for the debt and damage she once had to him.

"Mo Shu, I ......" The apology in my heart could not be said smoothly, and the strange feeling of familiarity and strangeness came again.

Yan Li hurriedly stood up as soon as she was worried, wanting to leave the room before Wen Moshu realized it, but the weird Gu didn't give her a chance to dodge at all, so she closed her eyes and fell backwards under Wen Moshu's gaze.

The pain of losing a loved one and the worry of leaving the worries, which Wen Moshu couldn't remove, subconsciously reached out to hold the words, and when the soft body fell into his arms, Wen Moshu had an impulse.

It would be nice if I could hold her like this forever, until the world is barren and the sea is dry and rotten.

"Worry?" Gently calling the name of his affection, Wen Mo stood at the table and hugged the sleepy Yan Liwu after hesitation, closed his eyes after a while, and did not choose to call someone immediately.

He has no malice, all he wants to do is to let this intimate time stay a little longer, so that he can find a warmth from the person he is infatuated with, so that he can have the strength to persevere, even if the burden on him is getting heavier and heavier, heavy, and difficult to breathe.

He still remembers that under the grand fireworks that year, her smile and happy expression had given meaning to his life that had been lost for half a lifetime.

The room is silent, and the window is equally quiet.

Chu Ci rubbed his ears and left quietly, and when he arrived outside the hospital, he happened to see the nurse walking by with Lin'er in her arms, followed by Mu Jiu Ge. couldn't help but tease the baby in swaddling clothes, Chu Ci sighed: "It's better to be a child, there are no worries, if you grow up, those monsters and beasts will come, it's really boring." ”

"What kind of emotion is this from Young Master Chu?" Mu Jiuge laughed dumbly.

Chu Ci pointed back, his eyes were a little sad: "Your Royal Highness of our family, I still think about the princess of Mu Daxia's junior brother, it seems that it is not so simple to never marry a wife, and if it goes on like this, it will really be the end." ”

"There are not many people who are as infatuated as the second prince." Mu Jiuge also sighed, and then frowned curiously, "I heard about the imperial capital, the fourth prince was unfortunately killed for hoeing traitors, and only the second prince can inherit the unification after that, right?" Wu Nian brought the child here, in addition to the purpose of protection, does it also mean to continue for the second prince? ”

Chu Ci was rare and serious, and nodded lightly: "There is no other way." The original plan was that if the four princes drove away the traitorous concubines and ministers in the imperial capital, they would also cede the throne to His Royal Highness, and His Royal Highness would appoint the sons of the four princes as the crown prince without a queen; Who would have expected that the life of the four princes was as thin as paper, and he died before he could see the child again, although His Royal Highness did not need to be able to take over the throne justifiably, he would be sad for a while after all. ”

In the royal affairs, Mu Jiuge didn't have much interest, but Chu Ci never mentioned Wen Moqing and Jun Wunian to think about it, which made this Zhongzhou hero a little confused: "The things over there in the imperial capital have been done, shouldn't Moqing and Wunian also come over here?" Or are they going to stay in the imperial capital and wait for the second prince to go back? ”

"Boss Jun is familiar with the affairs inside and outside the palace, and temporarily stay in the imperial capital to clean up the mess, the prince will be here in about three or five days, so ......" Chu Ci looked back at the still quiet courtyard, raised his eyebrows, and whispered, "Before the prince comes back, I can only trouble Mu Daxia to send Miss Yan to the north, and Miss Yan's condition must not be discovered by the prince." ”