The outside is as warm as jade, and Mo is in his mind

The night was as cold as water, and the little girl in green was wiping her forehead for the sleeping woman on the bed.

The woman frowned, as if she was not sleeping well. The little maid drenched the silk cloth with cold water and applied it to the woman's smooth and white forehead, and then wiped the sweat beads on her face with a warm handkerchief, the scar on the woman's left cheek was staggered and terrifying, and the little maid secretly regretted that such a beautiful face was ruined like this. The silk cloth carefully carried the scar, and the warm and damp water droplets fell on it, and the color of the scar gradually became lighter.

The little girl rubbed her eyes and was stunned for a long time. Surprised, he wiped the scar with a silk cloth again, and the brown scar seemed to dissolve in water and disappeared, revealing fine porcelain-like skin.

"Master...... ......The little maid ran out in a panic, still holding a brown silk cloth in her hand.

The man under the Qionghua tree was only dressed in a single shirt, holding a long sword, wielding freely, without dragging his hand in every move. He heard the little maid's shout, neatly put away his sword, and asked lightly, "What's the matter?" ”

The little maid stammered for a long time, and his face was embarrassed, so he walked into the house.

The woman on the bed was curled up, holding herself in an extremely unsafe position, her fine hair was attached to her forehead, her long eyelashes fluttered, her complexion was fair, she was unconcealable, her cheeks were smooth and delicate, without a trace of scarring, and her wrist was on the edge of the bed, tied with a thin blue ribbon.

He was thoughtful, but not silent.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked, sitting in a chair to the side.

The little maid covered the quilt for her and replied, "The fever has not subsided yet, and it is estimated that it will take some time." It has been arranged in the palace, and there will be no rumors. ”

"Ask Song Chengwei to come and have a look."

The little maid looked surprised, Imperial Doctor Song had only been gone for less than a quarter of an hour before she was going to call again? But she couldn't refute it, so she just went down.

He lowered his gaze, his fingers clenching unconsciously.

That year, Luo Yu also lay here, he tried his best to make her wake up, he could only watch her become more and more emaciated, he thought that a period of indifference and refusal could protect her, but in the end not only failed to protect her but made her misunderstand his mind, and he never had a happy day until he died.

All those who are related to him will not be happy, so he does not deserve to have anyone and cannot have.

......The woman on the bed rolled over and muttered with her eyes closed.

He sat still for a long time, poured a glass of water, half lifted her up, and fed it little by little, and the excess droplets of water slipped down his chin to the placket of his clothes.

Song Chengwei came in with a medicine box, and when he saw this scene, he was stunned at first, and randomly covered his expression. Beiyu Jinchen raised her eyes indifferently and slowly helped her sleep steadily.

Song Chengwei first took the pulse, then took out the silver needles and pricked them one by one at her acupuncture points.

The incense in the room slowly burned, seeping into the endless night.

Song Chengwei got up and poured himself a cup of tea, and said in a deep voice: "Master, I don't know if the minister has something to say?" ”

Beiyu Jinchen lowered the white jade wrench and played with it carefully in his hand. "Say."

"The toxins in her body are so great that ordinary people can't bear them, but the strange thing is that they can lie dormant in her body and combine with the blood, just look at her like this, she will definitely not live to be thirty. I know that Ye has reached an alliance with the Night Pavilion, but the attitude over there is wavering, and he can turn against each other at any time and defect to the left minister. Is the master too interested in her? ”

The movement in his hand paused, and the smile on his lips was cold. "This king has his own measure."

Song Chengwei wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, "The minister has investigated, this woman is not just the identity of the master of the Dark Night Pavilion, in fact, it is better to kill it quickly, and wipe out the Dark Night Pavilion, the Dark Night Pavilion has always been the heart disease of the imperial court, so it is also a great opportunity for the prince to make meritorious contributions." ”

Beiyu Jinchen pinched his wrench, and in an instant, a crack appeared on the white jade wrench, his pupils gradually became more and more proficient, and he replied after a long time: "This king, I will think about it." ”

Song Chengwei returned to the bed to retrieve the silver needle, and carefully looked at the sleeping woman when he packed up the medicine box, her eyebrows were exquisite, even if she was sick and tired, it was unforgettable, but the more she looked at it, the more familiar she became, and she was shocked, although this appearance was not the same as the deceased princess, but from a distance, it made people think of the princess inexplicably, which was really strange.

The footsteps stepped over the threshold and turned back again. "Lord Wang...... Don't remember the dead again and again. ”

He sat still, silent.

Song Cheng sighed lightly, closed the door and went out.

After a long time, he also got up, walking slowly, and as he left, he ordered his subordinates to take care of her.

The cool breeze in autumn is bone-chilling, but it is also sobering. What Song Chengwei said was not unreasonable, it was better to form an alliance with the Dark Night Pavilion and wipe them out. Thinking of this, the long sword in his hand clenched a little.

Hanshui Palace is near the water, originally this was the palace of the first emperor, only brought his mother concubine to come, because the scenery is beautiful, praised in the existence of paradise, when he first came here, he thought that he could live a life as calm and stable as this place, but unfortunately the world does not follow people's wishes.

Under the Qionghua tree, bluestone tables and chairs, a pot of sake, drink alone.

He rarely drinks alcohol, and the wine is mellow, but it can confuse people's minds, but Luo Yu will make all kinds of different wines, peach blossoms and apricot blossoms, which can become fragrant elixir in her hands.

A fallen leaf floats down, falls in a wine glass, and floats on it, like a small boat.

He raised his glass, the smile on his lips spreading, and his gaze followed the floating leaves.

"Wine is mellow and confusing, don't be greedy." Sweet and tactful timbre, in a trance, he seemed to see her smiling face again.

"Okay." He whispered in response, even though the previous sound was an illusion.

Putting down his glass, his thoughts were remote, he stood up and walked to the river, the river was quiet, and a crescent moon was reflected on it, vague and unreal.

She and her are completely two kinds of people, one is innocent and kind, and the other is full of strategy, but sometimes he feels that she has her shadow in a trance.

There was a faint sound of footsteps behind him, stopping two or three cloths away from him.

"Better?" He didn't turn around, his eyes still fell on the reflection of the bright moon in the middle of the water.

"Thank you, Lord Wang." After finishing speaking, he coughed a few times uncontrollably.

He turned, and she stood in front of her, already dressed, and wearing the coat he had worn when she came, and feeling his gaze, she took it off and handed it to him as if she realized something.

"No need, it's windy on the water, you can keep it for now."

Under the moonlight, the green silk is not curled, a few strands of hair are swaying in the breeze, and the pupils are like water. It was the first time he had taken her face seriously.

He took the veil from the stone table, and she silently took it, slowly tying it.

The servant had already prepared the boat, and he stood by the water's edge to watch her carefully board the boat.

"Take care, prince." She leaned sideways to say a word before leaning into the boat, and the boat sailed leisurely from the shore.

He frowned and took out a silver hairpin from his cuff, which she had left behind in the palace, but the boat had sailed into the middle of the water and turned into a blurry black spot.

He had no choice but to put away the silver hairpin and stand quietly by the water.

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The first time I wrote an extra, maybe because Jin Xiangfu was set in the first person at the beginning, so I couldn't control the details of other people, and Fanwai was to make up for this shortcoming. Maybe he likes Beiyu Jinchen the most among all the male characters, so he wrote his extras first, and then he will write some extras from time to time, including Mu Hanruxue~