"But if the girl is in trouble and needs to be done..."Before he finished speaking, Wan Yue laughed out loud and interrupted what he was about to say, "Hahaha, I know that the deep palace is sinister and I will be careful, and General An can recuperate with peace of mind." ”

Everyone in the deep palace wants to win a place, everyone is like jackals, tigers and leopards, rarely sincere, even what he said, a little sincere Wanyue dare not say it, and dare not believe it.

"General, the medicine is ready." A little boy at the door, knocking lightly on the door, whispered,

"Send it in." An Youju said to the man outside the door.

I don't know when there was an extra person at the door, with a sword at his waist, and the others couldn't see clearly, only to see a black shadow flashing,

"Give it to me." Wan Yue took the medicine bowl and walked to An Youjue's bed, and when she turned back, the inverted black shadow had already closed the door softly without making a sound.

"A patient should be like a patient!"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he scooped a spoonful of medicine and fed it to him, just smelling the smell of this medicine, it was difficult to swallow.

Looking at the somewhat happy look between his eyebrows, he drank the bitter water willingly, without refusing, and continued to drink one sip after another, until the last sip.

Wan Yue looked at him with a little surprise, and admired him in her heart, every time Imperial Doctor Shen prescribed medicine, she always drank half a bowl and poured half a bowl, and wanted not to drink a sip, but unfortunately, Shui Qing looked at it, so she could only pinch her nose and pour half a bowl, and while she was going to get the candied fruit, she secretly poured the rest.

Putting the bowl on the table and looking around, his room was dark and gloomy, probably because the man's dwelling was not as delicate as the woman's boudoir, and the drapery around was dark navy blue, old-fashioned,

There are many hanging swords and bows in the house, but there is an extra guqin at the end of the bed, looking at the style, like a Fuxi-style guqin, the black body is delicate and dusty, it is very strange, is it possible that An Youju, who can only dance with swords and swords on weekdays, will still touch the qin?

"Can the general play the harp?"

"No, it won't."

"Then the general can be fluent?"

"No..."

Wan Yue nodded, looking at the guqin with interest,

"Can the girl play the harp?" Looking at the way her eyes can't leave the piano, persistent and focused,

Only then did she come back to her senses and look at An Youju sincerely, "Yes." ”

An Youju raised his head, motioned for her to take it, and played a song.

The dark shadow at the door, unnaturally approaching the piano..., he never let people touch it, he wiped it himself every day, how could he allow a woman to play.

Wanyue took it off the wall, sat down at the table, pulled the stool closer, and brushed the strings with her right hand naturally from left to right, the coldness of the strings came from her fingertips, and she plucked a string lightly, and the sound was rich, and the aftermath lingered, "Good piano." "I can't help but praise this instrument,

Since he doesn't understand the rhythm of music, then Wan Yue has his own ideas, and he can play whatever he wants.

Wan Yue smiled faintly and didn't speak, but her hand touched the piano, lowered her eyelashes, and plucked the strings.

She played the piano excellently, not even inferior to the best player he had ever heard.

I closed my eyes and felt the soothing and slow sound of the piano with my heart, and for a while, I only felt that my mind became extremely calm.

Status, killing, and worldly desires were all far away from him, and it seemed that there were only two of them between heaven and earth, waiting to hear her voice.

Qin Se is in the palace, and it is good to be quiet.

At first, the sound of the piano was low, just like the echo of a hollow valley, like being alone in the deep mountains to carve a faint and quiet environment.

There is too much impetuosity in this world, and there is too much emptiness in people's hearts; Listening to the birds' song in the empty mountain today, it is like hearing an oracle.

There is an ancient smell in the air, as if returning to the inaccessible era thousands of years ago, and it is rare to find a trace of tranquility in today's contemporary society, and there is hustle and bustle everywhere~

Human affection is more important than the ancient, and the guqin has strings and people do not caress it.

This piano is really excellent, the vocal range is wide, the timbre is deep, the aftersound is far away, from the appearance, this piano has a bend in the neck, two bends in the waist, not the same, there is aura.

If you don't have a shyness in your pocket, you really want to keep it for yourself!

The sound of the piano disappeared from her slender fingertips, and in a moment, it seemed as if a thousand years had passed.

After a song, the clear aftersound hovered in the air, and the aftersound lingered.

An Youju slowly opened his eyes, the man raised his eyes, the corners of his lips had a shallow smile that could not see emotion, and his black jade-like eyes were deep and hazy, "It's beautiful." ”

He looked at Wanyue's thin cheeks with pity and pity, unable to describe the feeling of almost suffocation.

"Please don't look at me like that~"

His compassionate gaze made Wan Yue very uncomfortable, and it made Wan Yue feel that he was a weakling.

In front of outsiders, Wan Yue always behaves very strongly, no matter what situation she encounters, she tries to cover up her anxiety with calmness.

She thinks this way will not be underestimated!

"It's rude." An Youju, who came back to her senses, felt heartache inexplicably, she was too strong, far better than men, and if she was too strong, she didn't seem to know this truth.

Feeling that he was too abrupt just now, his tone was a little unpleasant, and he explained, "I just don't like people to sympathize with me, I don't need that kind of compassion!" ”

"Actually, I didn't mean to—" he tried to explain something, but nothing he said would help her, and it would not change her tenacious zeal.

"How can the world be as it should be, but I want to be worthy of my heart."

In fact, he is just strict with himself, and he actually has a good temper when he gets along, and his hard shell keeps people away, but in fact, he is enthusiastic and fiery in his heart.

"After taking the medicine, the general should have a good rest."

Put the pillow flat on him, lie flat on the bed, carefully cover him with the quilt again, check every place, and say softly, "Sleep, wake up sick~"

"Will you still be with me when you wake up?"

His slender eyes, thick eyebrows, facial contours reveal a refreshing beauty, and dark eyes, looking forward to looking at Wanyue, with an expression as if he wanted to get affirmation.

Sincere and warm eyes, I'm afraid that any girl in this world will be moved when she sees it,

It's a pity that this person in front of me is Gao Wanyue!

She doesn't believe in ordinary words for a long time, it's safe to don't believe it, you can't trust anyone, and you don't know when they will change, all you can believe in is yourself, make yourself strong~

Wan Yue smiled back, "The general said that he laughed, but Your Majesty said to let me go back to the palace before dark~Sleep~"

He closed his eyes quietly and didn't say a word, and Wanyue brought a stool to sit on the edge of the bed and guard him.

That's the only thing she can do now!

To repay the grace of saving her life, she can only stay in front of the bed as much as she can, her powerlessness comes from the lack of power, people speak softly, and everyone can only step on it.

"Let's sleep~ Let's sleep~ I'm da-da-da~" while humming a lullaby, patting him and coaxing him to sleep,

Ben doesn't like to owe favors, but there are very few things that can be done for him,

He reached out and grabbed her hand, and she didn't break free,

The soft touch, the residual warmth can never be forgotten.

For a moment she seemed to have forgotten which was true, the fearful fear of the man in front of her, which terrified the enemy, or the sincere and warm and gentle man in front of her?

took out a handkerchief, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and stroked his forehead again and again, compared to his own temperature, it was still a little burning but much lower than the first feeling,

Wan Yue pushed open the door, and the appearance of the black shadow was finally clear, dressed in a tight dark blue robe, holding a sword, standing straight at the door, with black hair pulled up high, and handsome eyebrows, which couldn't help but keep people away and make it difficult to get close to it.

"Does the little general know where the kitchen is?" Wan Yue said flatly.

"Turn right and left ahead." His voice was unhurried, without the slightest tone.

Hearing it in a fog, it was difficult to think about it, and it was a little difficult for her to be born a road idiot, Wan Yue then smirked and said with a little gentleness, "Can the little general take me there?" ”

"It's really hard to obey my fate, I have to guard the general!" He clenched his hands into fists and politely refused? No, it's a direct refusal.

This little general is really similar to An Youju's temper, too, whoever brought it out looks like whom, and Wanyue had to find it by herself after eating the closed door.

This is his home, how can anyone want to harm him, and when he falls asleep, he doesn't have to squat at the door with that sword~

After a long time, I finally found my destination.

I borrowed the kitchen and boiled a casserole of white porridge, which was pure and white, and it was a rare delicacy for me, such as the April day of Fangfei in the world.

Rinse the rice first, and then put an appropriate amount of salt and marinate for a while, which can make the porridge taste more fragrant.

After boiling with a strong heat, stir constantly, then quickly turn to low heat, do not let the porridge juice overflow, and then slowly cover the lid and leave the seams, and cook over low heat. The porridge rice is distinct, full and blooming, but it melts in the mouth.

An hour later, he came over with a steaming white porridge with a cold dish and a new side dish to prevent the porridge from cooling down, and used a casserole to hold the white porridge, and added a small stove below, simmering over a low fire~

Holding it up to the little black general, "I'll leave it to you." ”

"The girl won't go in?" He took it with both hands, slightly surprised,

"Nope." It's getting dark, it's time for her to go back to the palace, "By the way, if you don't worry, you can test the poison first!" ”

He did not question his faithfulness to the Lord, but he did not agree with his indifference and arrogance, so he did not have a good impression.

"Wember send-off." He motioned to the old man who was far away at the door,

Wan Yue walked in the direction he was looking, and an old man with white hair on his temples was bent over his waist and on crutches, looking at Wan Yue with a smile on his face.

"Don't be angry, girl." He still smiled and played the appearance of a peacemaker,

"General Sang Zhe's temper has always been like this, but he is not a bad person, except for the master, he is cold to the rest of the people, don't take it to heart."

Wan Yue also thinks it's funny, I'm afraid it's this old man who helps him intercede for others every time.

"It's okay, I won't care." For the inconsequential person, don't care, that person is destined to be a passerby in her mind today.

"Hey~ But the girl can often come to the house to see the master, it's best ~ Hey, it also saves the master from being lonely in this house." Uncle Wen's heavy sigh came into Wanyue's ears, and she could only smile helplessly,

"Haha~ If I can get out of the palace, I will definitely come."

In order not to make the old man sad, Wanyue had to accept it, but unfortunately, she is a person in the palace and can't go out of the palace at will, so there shouldn't be a next time.

went out and got into the carriage, Gao Yang was quite careful, leaving two guards and a coachman to escort her back to the palace.

It gradually got dark, leaving only the lonely figure of Uncle Wen, who sighed at the departing carriage, "What a good girl! It's a pity, it's a pity. He shook his head helplessly.