The Xuance Gate is the last gate of the Imperial Palace, and when he got out of the carriage, the breeze came slowly, which eased the burning sensation on his cheeks.

The coachman was so frightened by his "roll" that he held the whip in his hand and hung his head and trembled slightly.

Sure enough, after he got out of the car, his face was still angry.

"Lord Wang, Wu Weizhi, the secretary of the Ministry of War, has been waiting in the Qinzheng Hall for a long time." The speaker was a man in a short dark coat who looked a little resolute, and although his skin seemed to have turned into a special dark wheat color after living under the scorching sun for many years, it could not hide his high-spirited handsomeness at all.

At this time, Beiyu Jinchen's complexion softened slightly, and he introduced to me: "This is General Jibei. ”

Jibei ...... Is it the Jibei general that Xiuxiu said in his mouth?

Xi Ying bowed, and it seemed that the two of them had known each other for a long time.

"Miss Xiying." Ji Bei smiled, his voice was much softer, and his tough silhouette became gentle.

Xiying kept her head down and didn't speak.

"Let them take you to the South Hall of Remembrance later, and I'll come later."

A little eunuch in a blue hat and navy blue coat came over, saluted in a proper manner, and said: "Miss Jin is going here, the name of the slave is Shunyi, and she will be responsible for the affairs of the girl's palace in the future." ”

I followed Shun Yi to prepare to walk to the south of the Hall of Remembrance, and I only took two steps, and suddenly I heard Ji Bei behind me call softly, "Miss Xiying." ”

I glanced at her, Ji Bei stepped forward and unfolded his palm, and there was a small hosta flower in it, with white petals and astragalus, lined with two emerald green leaves, small and chic.

He said: "Last year, I accidentally broke your jade pendant, I heard the maids in the house say that girls like such hairpins, so I came to accompany ......."

Xi Ying lowered her head, and her voice was much quieter. "No need......

"It doesn't have to be anything? I think it's necessary. I took the hairpin and pinned it in her hair. That delicate little face instantly brightened a little, unlike when she didn't wear anything on weekdays, this General Jibei's vision was good.

Ji Beileng paused, then grinned, his face bright.

I took Xiying to the Nanyi Palace, and she walked very uncomfortably all the way, touching her hair with her hands from time to time, as if she wanted to take off the hairpin.

The South Memory Hall is not far from the Xuance Gate, all the places that pass through are warm pools, bubbling white gas, many hibiscus are planted in the pool, most of them are white, the dark green and light green leaves are full of shadows, and it looks like the Yaochi Fairy Palace from a distance.

The water hibiscus is supposed to be the flower in the middle of summer, but it is nourished in hot springs in the Daikoku Palace, making it bloom in early spring.

Somehow, my forehead began to ache again, and I always flashed back to a man in bright yellow clothes, intentionally or unintentionally.

I rubbed my brow and took a deep breath before the phantom in my mind faded.

The South Hall of Remembrance sits in the north and faces south, and the light is transparent. There are countless narrow-leaved green plants in the small garden outside the hall, and there are about a dozen of these flowers and trees in a rough count, and the clusters of small white flowers on the book are in full bloom.

"What kind of flower is this?" I plucked a cluster of lower ones with my feet.

Shun Yi replied respectfully: "If you return to Miss Jin, it is acacia beans." ”

Acacia beans? I thought carefully in my mind and asked uncertainly, "Is it the one that gives birth to red beans in the south, and how many branches are there in spring?" ”

"Exactly, the southern red beans are also known as acacia beans, and these trees were planted by the king's minions."

In the second half of the poem, I wish you to pick up more, this thing is the most lovely. But acacia beans are poisonous things, but they are like people's acacia, devouring people's minds.

Nanyi Temple, Difficult Memory Palace, not only takes the explanation of the southern country of red beans, but also has an unforgettable meaning, as if everything he does is justified.

In the inner hall and dormitory, Ruofei had already taken care of everything, and when he saw that I came back safely, he actually bowed to the Bodhisattva.

The hall is fully equipped with long and deep sandalwood incense.

The palace people brought some exquisite refreshments, which melted in the mouth, sweet and not greasy, and I have to say that the refreshments in the Daiguo Palace were indeed better than Nanjing.

"You're a good cook." Rose juice, gardenia condensation wiping, the complicated palace rules of the country are quite a headache.

"It was made by Aunt Redsleeve." Ruofei said softly: "Speaking of which, it looks like I'm as big, but I still have to call my aunt." ”

The name sounds familiar...... With my memory, I won't be able to remember it for a while, so I won't dwell on it too much.

After taking a nap on the soft collapse for a long time, it was already night when he opened his eyes, but Beiyu Jinchen had not yet returned.

The death Gu on his body has become my heart disease, and I think about Xiuxiu's words about how few years to live.

Turned over and dressed, carried a palace lamp out of the main hall, and asked Shun Yi to take me to the library pavilion to have a look, after all, it is the palace, and the library can find some clues about life and death Gu no matter what......

The library pavilion is not far from the South Hall of Remembrance, and it takes a quarter of an hour to go.

I thought that no one was going, but when I walked to the door, I found that there was a lamp burning inside, and the faint yellow light shone a shadow.

I gently pushed the door open and went in, and there was a small person sitting on the east side of the desk, wearing a bright yellow brocade robe.

I saw the dragon pattern on his cuffs, and he saluted in a proper manner. "Meet the emperor, the emperor is safe."

If you don't guess wrong, this is the seven-year-old emperor of the Daiguo - Beiyu Xingshu.

He stood up, waist-high as I was, and looked at me with pleasure to see my face.

As if disgusted with the dim light, he ran to the door and took a crystal palace lamp and shone it in front of me.

After a while, I only heard him cry out in surprise: "Imperial sister-in-law? ”

I thought I had heard it wrong, and I couldn't help but feel sorry, he bowed to me and said, "Although Xingshu has never seen the imperial sister-in-law, the sixth brother's bedroom is full of portraits of the imperial sister-in-law. Except for ......," he pointed to the cinnabar mole in the corner of my eye, "except here. ”

This puppet emperor is a little different from what I imagined, neither stupid nor age-appropriate and sophisticated, unlike the royal family, who is completely a knowledgeable little boy.

He took the corner of my clothes and sat down, chattering: "Xingshu ......" As soon as the words fell, he glanced at Shunyi outside the door and raised the shelf again. "I have something to talk about with the imperial sister-in-law, you, let me go farther."

Shun Yi looked at me before retreating to the long staircase outside the library.

When he walked away, Beiyu Xingshu stuck out his tongue and said, "I like the sixth brother the most, the person the sixth brother likes, I also like it, I feel it when I see the imperial sister-in-law...... Felt...... Beautiful as a fairy, sinking fish and geese, closing the moon and embarrassing flowers, reasonable ......"

This kid can't wait to use all the idioms he sees in the book, regardless of whether it fits or not.

Seeing that I couldn't help but laugh, he stopped talking. Like a little adult, he lifted his forehead and sighed. "If it weren't for the sixth brother, Xingshu wouldn't have a fief. The sixth brother has taken care of all aspects over the years, Xingshu is very grateful, but I still hope that the imperial sister-in-law can help me ask for a favor, these history books and articles and homework, can there be less? I heard Jibei say that the sixth brother only listens to the emperor's sister-in-law. ”

I suddenly remembered Ruo Fei's gossip about the rights and wrongs of Beiyan, this Beiyu Xingshu was born to a Huanyi slave when the first emperor was drunk, and he was extremely unpopular, and even the history books of Beiyan did not record the identity of this child, which shows that he has lived a really hard life.

"The emperor is serious, Chu Jin... Su Jin will convey it on behalf of you. ”

Then, after a few jokes with him, I went to the bookshelf to look for books about Miaojiang Gu worms, and brought a large pile of them on the table to transcribe some things that seemed to be somewhat related.

Beiyu Xingshu was also very well-behaved and didn't set it anymore, and looked at it quietly-folk monsters.

Time passed little by little, and people couldn't help but yawn.

In a daze, consciousness gradually lost.

In a half-dream, Beiyu Xingshu in front of him changed into a different look, his light gray pupils were covered with a layer of water vapor, his face was pale but resolute, I never remembered who he was, and his appearance was vague.

The pen in his hand fell to the ground, and he woke up suddenly, and the person in front of him changed again, and the black purple official uniform set off a bit of majesty that he had never had on weekdays.

"Why are you here?" I was still wearing his warm coat on my back, which slipped off my body as I sat up straight.

Beiyu Jinchen closed the fold in his hand and pinched the tip of my nose. "Are you hungry?"

I didn't think anything of it when others didn't say it, but when he mentioned it, he was really hungry.

Coming out of the library pavilion, the fragrance of hibiscus by the pool at night wafted away, and his palms were exceptionally warm, so he already felt happy to hold it all the time.

"The emperor said that your bedroom is full of my portraits."

The corners of his imperceptible lips curled slightly, and he asked, "Want to see it?" ”

I nodded, wondering what I was like under his brush.

He lowered his head close to me, his breath getting hot. "My husband just feels that he is indeed a little hungry at the moment."

His breath was near my earlobe, and it made people blush and heartbeat.

I took a step back and pulled away. "Eat when you're hungry and say something to me."