Mo Lan said: "Third, the bed of Funing Palace, no other women are allowed...... Zhao Zhen's movements stopped, turned over, leaned over her ear with his head propped up, and said with a sinking face: "This is a bit excessive." ”

Moran turned to his side and lay down face to face with him, "Every time I lie here, I feel sad when I think that you and other women are so entangled. After speaking, he smiled and hugged his neck, kissed him on his Adam's apple, and said tenderly: "I hope that the sheets, warm tents, and silk quilts here all belong to me, just as Rokuro's heart belongs only to me." ”

Her kisses are sweet and seductive, irresistible and confusing to him.

Zhao Zhen knew that her affection was deep, and he treated him with sincerity, so he couldn't bear to brush her heart and kissed her on the forehead, "You also have to promise me not to lose your temper." Hurting the heart is much more difficult to treat than trauma. ”

The smile on Moran's face stretched, he raised his hand, stretched out his little finger and said, "You have to pull the hook and seal it!" ”

Zhao Zhen pinched her cheek and muttered: "I am the lord of the Great Song Dynasty, and I have always been a man of my word, you dare not believe it, see me take care of you." As he spoke, he pounced on her and scratched at her waist, tickling her and giggling. The heavy curtains on his side fell to the ground, blocking the spring light of the room.

This day is the beginning of winter, the frost is cold, and the dead trees are alone.

Due to the holiday between the DPRK and China, Zhao Zhen rarely has a day of leisure. At noon, a banquet was held in the vertical arch hall, and the palace concubines were invited to drink around the hearth. I saw that there were more than ten square tables equipped with a stove in the hall, and there was a copper warm pot on the stove, and the waiter put half of the soup that had been made into the pot, and when the soup boiled, it was presented with thinly sliced rabbit meat, mutton, beef, chicken, duck, fish, tofu, evening woad, etc., and there were chili peppers, sesame oil, chopped green onions, sesame sauce, etc. on the side. The concubines took the silver chopsticks, and they did not need to be served by others, so they chose their own food and put it in the soup to cook, and dipped it in sauce to eat.

Slightly drunk, Zhao Zhen smiled and groaned: "The new poems of the frozen pen are lazy to write, and the cold furnace is warm when the wine is warm." Drunk to see the white moon of the ink flowers, I was suspicious of the snow in the front village. Or Li Bai's poems are in line with the situation. ”

There are not many people among the concubines who are literate and read poetry, and they don't know how to chant with him, they are all talking.

Zhao Zhen said in his heart, only if Moran is on his side, he can say one or two.

The emperor and queen shared a table, and Jing Shu saw that the official family was quite interested, and said: "If the official family likes it, the concubine will ask the inner servant to come over and make it hotter." Zhao Zhen waved his hand, personally put a chopstick beef into the pot and swinged, and said, "Do it yourself, it's interesting." Saying that, he sent the cooked beef to Jingshu's lips, Jingshu was flattered and hurriedly ate it with chopsticks.

A spicy taste quickly spread in Jingshu's mouth, and her whole body seemed to be boiling with hot blood, rolling over. She didn't care about Fengyi, put sweet wine on the table, poured it down suddenly, and ate half a bite of crisp cake before she relieved her breath, and she still felt dizzy. Zhao Zhen saw that her face was so hot that her eyes were wet, she was very embarrassed, and she was already leaning forward and leaning back with laughter.

It's rare for Jing Shu to joke with him like this, although she was teased, her heart was warm, but she was as intimate as an ordinary husband and wife, so she said coquettishly: "The concubine can't eat spicy, so the official family laughs." ”

Zhao Zhen instructed the palace people to bring fresh soup over for her to drink, and said, "Eating some spicy food on a cold day is good for the body." ”

The concubines were surprised to see that the emperor and queen were so kind.

Recently, there have been rumors in the DPRK and China that the official family is going to depose Guo Hou, and the reprimands have been issued one after another, and everyone in the harem has stopped to watch and wait and see. Concubine Yang De's holy favor is not declining, her father and brother are the left and right arms of the official family, and she has the right to associate the six palaces, and she has been looking forward to it for a long time, thinking that the future position will be in the bag. Now seeing this, I was immediately disheartened.

It was night, but the official family did not stay in the Ciyuan Palace, but went to the Agarwood Palace. It was getting late, and it was raining outside, and it was pouring on the paper window, and there was a loud sound.

Lang Yue listened to the rain, sat under the window and copied Ouyang Xun's "Yellow Emperor Yin Fu Sutra", the handwriting was strict and respectful, and it was already a little meaningful. She hadn't read anything before, but since she was promoted to a concubine, she knew that the official family liked people who were knowledgeable and reasonable, and she began to study pen and ink carefully.

Funing Hall is quite close to the Agarwood Palace, Zhao Zhen was too lazy to sit in a sedan chair, so he only took Zhou Huaizheng and walked over with an umbrella. Liluoben was beating tassels under the lamp in the outer hall, seeing the people coming down the corridor, and I don't know who it was in the rain and mist, and when the official family entered the hall, he hurriedly dropped the affairs in his hand, and went up to kneel to ask for peace, and was about to report to the palace, but was stopped by Zhao Zhen and said: "Don't make a sound, I will go in by myself." ”

There are only a few small lamps lit in the inner hall, which are not very bright, only the pear blossom wooden table in front of the window is lit with two arm-thick candles, and Langyue is dressed in a light green dark flower bedclothes, holding a double hair at will, and the hairpin is faded, without rouge, and writes in front of the desk. She heard the sound, Yingying turned her head, and when she saw that it was Zhao Zhen, she calmly put down the brush and got up to say goodbye.

Zhao Zhen helped her up, and saw that the paper was full of writing, which was very neat and beautiful, and said with a smile: "I disturbed your Qingxiu." Lang Yue asked someone to bring the tea, and said with a smile: "The official family can come, but the concubine can't ask for it, how can it be disturbing?" ”

Zhao Zhen looked at the light smoke rising from the Golden Beast Treasure Ding, and spread out as if it were ethereal, and he didn't realize that his heart was much calmer, and said, "The more you write, the better it gets." ”

Lang Yue said: "It's a little gradual, so that the official family is wrongly praised." ”

Zhao Zhen was lying on the soft couch, slightly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Lang Yue washed her hands, stood behind him, and gently helped him rub his temples. His voice was lazy and pure, and he whispered, "As long as I come to you, I will feel pure." ”

Lang Yue smiled and said, "As long as the official family likes to come, the concubine will be very happy." ”

Zhao Zhen stretched out his hand to ask for tea, and Lang Yue brought the tea cup to his hand, and he was unstable for a while, but he spilled it. She hurriedly took a brocade handkerchief and wiped it, and saw that the sleeve robe was much wetter, so she said, "Do you want to change your clothes?" ”

Zhao Zhen nodded, and Lang Yue waited for him to change his bedclothes, only to hear him smile and say: "You are much bolder now, not as shy and scared as before." ”

Lang Yue helped him take off the hairpin and said, "Why did the official family say this? ”

Zhao Zhen said: "I remember when you first accepted the favor, I only had to frown a little and you were frightened and panicked, but now that the tea is spilled on me, I can be calm." ”

Lang Yue thought about it, and if this was the case, she also smiled and said: "That's because the concubine didn't know that the official family was so gentle and kind, and thought that the emperors of the world would cut people at every turn." ”

Zhao Zhen looked at her with interest and said, "What about now? ”

Lang Yue lowered her eyes slightly, and had the courage to put her head on his chest, and said softly: "Now, now the official family is the pillar of the concubine's heart, and with the official family, the concubine has nothing to fear." Zhao Zhen listened, touched to the extreme, stretched out his hand to wrap his hand on her shoulder, listened to the heavy rain outside the window, and his heart seemed to be like a quiet pool of autumn water.

The next morning, when I was having breakfast, Liluo welcomed her into the hall and said happily: "Official, Niangniang, it's snowing outside, but it's the first snow this winter." The two put down the chopsticks and went to the bottom of the corridor, and saw that the sky was fluttering with light snow, like fluttering, like fine cotton, like silk.

Lang Yue stretched out her hand, the snow fell on the palm of her hand, and instantly turned into meltwater, her heart suddenly became happy, looked at the dark sky, and sighed: "Look at this, I guess there will be heavy snow at night." When he turned his head to look at Zhao Zhen, he couldn't laugh anymore for some reason.

I saw that his expression was unknown, although his face was calm, but the depths of his eyes overflowed with sadness, and I heard him say lightly: "The hour is not early, I am gone." Saying that, Zhou Huaizheng had already handed over the snow gear, and Langyue didn't dare to ask more, so he hurriedly put on a sable windbreaker and a snow hat for Zhao Zhen, and saw that he had gone down the stairs, so he bowed down and said, "Congratulations to the holy driver." ”

Zhou Huaizheng saw that Zhao Zhen was in a low mood, so he didn't care about putting on a snow coat, so he only held up an umbrella and followed quickly. The snow fruit is getting bigger and bigger, wrapped in the cold wind and hitting people's faces, like a knife cut.

Zhou Huaizheng saw that the official family was not going to Funing Palace, and he was blinded for a while, and asked: "Guanjia, where are you going?" It's windy and snowy, why don't you call a sedan chair? ”

Zhao Zhen didn't answer for a long time, and only strode forward. There was gradually snow on the ground, and the treetops on the roof were also dyed with a thin layer of white, and when he arrived at the Renming Palace, Zhou Huaizheng suddenly realized that this was actually going to the Cuihe Pavilion.

Sure enough, after the Renming Hall and the Storm Room, the Cuihe Pavilion was close to the eyes. After walking in the wind and snow for a long time, Zhou Huaizheng had already frozen his hands and feet, and he was so cold that he shivered. He carefully looked at Zhao Zhen's face, and saw that most of his face was blocked by a snow hat, and he moved freely, without fear of cold, and had already strode into the hall.

Before noon is the busiest time in the Cuihe Pavilion, the lowly maid doctor girl has to clean, dry, and bake the medicinal materials, the low-level doctor girl has to dispense medicine, and the high-level doctor girl has to diagnose the palace people who come to see the disease.

Today's snow falls, and there is no earth dragon and charcoal fire in the Cuihe Pavilion, which is even more cold and abnormal. The medical ladies were so busy that their feet didn't touch the ground, and they didn't pay attention to the royal car, until Zhou Huaizheng shouted under the corridor: "The official has arrived." ”

Only then did everyone suddenly wake up, hurriedly threw down the work in their hands, and hurriedly walked up to the front of the temple and knelt down to say goodbye.

Because the doctor girl and Xing Shaoling happened to be not in the museum, no one came out to greet them. Zhao Zhen didn't pay attention to it and walked straight to the backyard. At this time, the snow had fallen like goose feathers, and the courtyard and the roof were all white.

When they arrived in Mo Lan's room, there were only two palace maids who had been sent by Zhou Huai to clean the house, and when they saw Zhao Zhen coming, they hurriedly asked An Dao: "The official family is blessed." ”

The room was also cold, with carpets and curtains, but still ventilated.

Zhao Zhen took off his snow hat and sable windbreaker, and didn't sit down, but only asked, "What about Moran?" ”

A palace maid took a step forward, bowed down and said, "Lady Moran went to the clinic with the doctor in charge." ”

Zhao Zhen was silent, his brows furrowed slightly, Zhou Huaizheng saw this, and scolded lightly: "Why don't you go and invite her back." The two palace maids hurriedly agreed and withdrew.

There is nothing in the Pure Peace Pavilion, and when the royal car comes, everything needs to be reprepared. Fortunately, Zhou Huaizheng was neat, and within a while, the palace people had brought more than ten pots of silver charcoal, which burned the house warmly. Because the snow was dark, a few long letter lamps were lit in the room, and the inside of the room was brighter than the outside.

Zhao Zhen said coldly: "I told you to take care of her, take care of her, and look at what you have become!" ”

Zhou Huaizheng saw that Zhao Zhen's face was as cold as ice, and he was standing in front of the window fiddling with a few fragrant and mellow plum trees, and he was very frightened. He hurriedly knelt on the ground and said, "It's a slave who deserves to die, please forgive the official." After a pause, he said: "The Cuihe Pavilion can't burn the earth dragon, and the lady Mo Lan has not been sealed, the Shanggong Bureau refuses to make an exception to send silver charcoal, and the slave didn't expect it to snow in the winter, so he was negligent, and asked the official family to forgive him." ”

Zhao Zhen reprimanded: "I have wronged you!" ”

Zhou Huaizheng was so frightened that he hurriedly booed, and he didn't dare to quibble.

The cold wind howled outside, and the wooden bolts on the window were not secure, and when they blew open, the snowflakes swooped in. It was warm inside, but when the cold wind rolled on the body, it made people unbearable and shivering with coldness.

Zhao Zhen looked out the window from afar, the snow was like flying and dancing, all over the sky, as if there was nothing left in this world, only snow. He sighed unconsciously, let the wind and snow scratch his face, and remained motionless for a long time.

Zhou Huaizheng said: "Official, please let the slave get up and close the window." ”

Zhao Zhen came back to his senses from his contemplation and did not deny it. Zhou Huaizheng got up and bolted the window, and was about to kneel back on the ground, but heard Zhao Zhen say, "You stand down." ”

Zhou Huaizheng hurriedly responded respectfully, retreated to the corridor and waited.

Zhao Zhen saw that there were newly made socks in the bedside embroidery box, and took a look at it in his hand, only to see that it was densely embroidered with five-clawed dragon patterns and a few orchids. I read the medical book she put on the bedside a few times, but no one came back, and I was very bored.

After about half an hour of incense, Zhou Huaizheng came in with hot tea, and saw Zhao Zhen pacing back and forth in the room with his hands in his hands, quietly looking at his face, only to see the dim candle flame reflected on his face, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, and he didn't know whether he was happy or worried.

Zhao Zhen said: "Why haven't you seen Mo Lan come back?" ”

Zhou Huaizheng presented the tea to Zhao Zhen and said: "The palace people thought that Mrs. Mo Lan had gone to Renming Hall to diagnose Shang Palace, and hurried over, but they didn't want to, when the palace people arrived, she had already gone to Cuiwei Pavilion with the doctor in charge to treat Xia Zhi's cold ......" was talking, only to hear someone under the corridor calling: "Official, Mrs. Mo Lan is here." ”

Zhou Huaizheng was also overjoyed, and said, "Official, Mrs. Moran is back......

Zhao Zhen seemed to have something urgent suddenly, turned around and lifted the curtain and walked out, and said, "I also heard it, and I want you to say it." ”

Walking to the bottom of the corridor, I saw Mo Lan walking from the snow, wearing a medical girl's palace skirt and no snow hat, only holding an oil-paper umbrella, and a heavy medicine box on his body. She had a smile on her face, and she didn't feel the toil at all, as if nothing in heaven and earth could stop her from walking.

She has a tenacious strength in her, which makes Zhao Zhen feel ashamed.

Maybe it was because he had waited for a long time, but he couldn't wait, didn't care about the snow, walked into the hospital quickly, and greeted her. When Mo Lan saw him coming, he hurriedly trotted over, propped the umbrella on his head, panted for air, and said, "If you are sick, the palace will be turned upside down, so don't care about it." ”

Zhao Zhen saw that her ears and nose were red from the cold, and her hands were frostbitten, her heart was full of pity, took her umbrella, held her in her arms, and said: "Even the queen mother has never let me wait, you are the first cheap maid doctor in the world to let the emperor wait." ”

Moran laughed out loud and said mischievously, "The slave feels very fortunate. ”

Zhou Huaizheng originally took a mink Qiu snow hat and came over to put it on the official family, but when he saw this, he didn't dare to disturb, and only followed behind in the snow. When he arrived at the porch, Mo Lan put down the medicine box, collected the umbrella, and brushed away all the snowflakes and meltwater on Zhao Zhen's body before stomping his feet to pick himself up.

Zhao Zhen saw that she was only wearing cloth shoes, and her feet were soaked, so he frowned and said, "Cuihe Pavilion doesn't even have rain boots?" ”

Mo Lan didn't answer, and Zhou Huaizheng replied: "Almost all the money allocated by the treasury is used to buy medicinal materials, where is there any spare money to buy these for the medical women." ”

Zhao Zhen glanced at Zhou Huaizheng with slanted eyes, he knew that he had said too much, and hurriedly retreated to the side with a low voice.

Mo Lan said with a smile: "These are okay, but there are too few people in the Cuihe Pavilion, and there are not many medical women who can go to the clinic, and many palace people have to stay up for a few days before they can see a doctor." ”

Zhao Zhen held her hand, only to feel cold to the bone, hurriedly introduced her into the house, breathed into her hand, and said: "The Cuihe Pavilion has only been built for more than half a year, and the Imperial Medicine Institute can't release people for a while, so it can only be like this for the time being." ”

Seeing that her hands were frozen and rotten, she was distressed, and said, "Call Lin Xianghe to come over tomorrow to take a look at you." ”

Mo Lan smiled: "The doctor girl has shown me and said that if you take good care of it in the future, it will naturally be fine." Then he sighed, "It's so warm in the house." After speaking, he changed his wet clothes after turning to the bed, and put on dry shoes and socks, and when he came out again, he was wearing a willow-green cotton skirt with flowers, covered with a silver gray gown, and the hairpin was also taken, and his head was full of green silk shawls, and his willow waist was Chuchu, and he held it in his hand.

Seeing that she had no hairpin, Zhao Zhen's heart moved, and he picked the blooming plum blossom on the plum branch, and put her sideburns to her ear, and felt that her face was white and her breath was like a quiet orchid. He unconsciously reached out and stroked the scar on her cheek, rubbing it gently, as if to erase the scar.

He muttered, "Does it still hurt here?" ”

Mo Lan suddenly showed a sad look, and for a moment, he raised a faint smile and said, "It's been a long time since it hurts." Zhao Zhen held her face with both hands and said, "But I still hurt a lot." After a pause, he said, "When I look at the snow today, I can't help but think of that day, which was also such a big snowstorm. ”

The palace lights in the house were dim, and the brazier burned red and brightly beeped, reflecting on the faces of the two people, like a touch of smoke. Moran naturally knew what he was talking about, and comforted him: "Rokuro, that was just an accident, you don't need to blame yourself." ”

Zhao Zhen looked at her with sad eyes and said, "Are you weird?" I didn't protect you! Moran shook his head desperately, tiptoed to kiss him on the chin, and said, "I know that Rokuro's pain is no less than mine, so how can I bear to blame you!" ”

All the while, his heart was blocked, a breath that could not save her from fire and water, a breath that could not be by her side when she was most painful. That breath had been pressed on his chest for a long time, so that he did not dare to see her for a long time, and did not dare to think of her. It's a breath that hurts all over your body as long as you pull it slightly. Now, this breath finally came out with a long exhale, as if it was full of smoothness.

Zhao Zhen wrapped her in his arms, was silent for a long time, and said, "After all, the Cuihe Pavilion is the residence of the palace people, and there is nothing. If I don't give you a title, the people of the Shanggong Bureau don't know how to treat you, and everything is not in accordance with the rules. I can't bear to let you brave the snow to diagnose people's diseases anymore, and you will be tired all day long. After a pause, he added, "Besides, we have lost a child, and I don't want anything like this to happen again." Moran, is it good to be my concubine? ”

Mo Lan was about to speak, but he heard a creak outside the door, and a medical woman came in with ginger tea, but no one told him, and when he entered the house, he knew that it was Jin Yunu.

Zhao Zhen was a little displeased, and said sullenly: "Who let you in?" Get lost. ”

Yunu had never seen Emperor Fu, so he was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and said, "The doctor in charge said that Mo Lan caused a cold outside, and she must eat ginger soup." ”

Zhao Zhen said: "What about Zhou Huaizheng? ”

Yu Nu said: "The slave maid didn't know, seeing that there was no one in front of the house, she thought that the royal driver had left, so she was so reckless, and asked the official family to forgive her sins." ”

At this time, Zhou Huaizheng came in from outside, knelt down first, and then said: "It's too cold under the corridor, so the servants went to the next room to keep out the cold, and they lost their minds for a while, so they let the doctor girl come in without permission, which is really a crime that deserves death." ”

Mo Lan shook Zhao Zhen's hand and said softly: "Forget it, the jade slave doctor is also for my good." If I really catch the cold, you will be anxious again. ”

Zhao Zhen listened to her soft words, and most of his anger disappeared, so he said, "Then you should drink the ginger soup quickly." After saying that, he personally brought it to her mouth and fed her to drink.

Seeing this, Zhou Huaizheng softly called the jade slave out of the house, and bowed down himself.

After she finished drinking, Zhao Zhen hurriedly said: "Gui, Shu, De, Xian, and Chenzhong Weide concubines have been given the title, and the remaining four concubines, which one do you like?" ”

Mo Lan's face was worried, and he said, "If I become a concubine, I will no longer be able to practice medicine, and there will be even fewer medical women in the Cuihe Pavilion." The doctor in charge will also be disappointed, she finally found me as an apprentice. After a pause, he added, "Besides, since I have been treating people, I have been very happy and satisfied to see them in good health because of the medicine I prescribed. If I could, I would like to be able to be like a doctor in charge, keeping my duty and saving people from suffering. ”

Zhao Zhen's heart chuckled, and he said after a long time: "Between me and medical science, which side do you want to choose?" ”