The headache is splitting, the eyes are staring in confusion, and the fragrance of lotus seed porridge lingers on the tip of the nose.

Low bungalows, neat and clean without being shabby. When I got up, I was touched by the wound in my heart, and it was hot and stinging. This pain had to make me lie back again.

The line of sight is clear, and when I look closely, I feel more and more familiar, whether it is from the furnishings or the layout of the house. So I realized that I was really saved by the stinky old man again, I thought it was in a dream, I don't know what wrongs he had in his last life, and I ran into an unlucky spirit like me again.

Gently trying to turn sideways, trying to avoid pulling the wound, it may be that the sound of the quilt rubbing alarmed the outside of the house, Red Sleeves lifted the curtain, put the lotus seed porridge aside, handed me a glass of water and said, "Better?" ”

"Not so good." Who can poke themselves with a pair of scissors to be comfortable? I can't help but feel resentful, albeit a little self-inflicted.

At this time, the old man, who was covered with dew because of his early departure, also came over like a fly, and began to diagnose the pulse without saying a word.

"These scissors are really impartial, and if you go one inch further, I'm afraid it will be your first seven papers."

He spoke as venomously as ever, but it was more intimate.

In the months since I was imprisoned and imprisoned, I have not been in contact with anyone else, especially someone like him, and I have always added a touch of color to my lonely blankness.

"You can go to the ground in two more days, I have something to ask you." He asked Redsleeves to hand me the porridge and motioned for me to drink it.

At that time, I was shocked, and I hurriedly drank the porridge, the barley and lotus seeds were boiled rotten, and the sweetness beat the tip of my tongue.

"Girl, did you lie to me, why do you call yourself the king?"

"He's not my father-in-law." When I heard this, I suddenly couldn't drink it anymore. "It has nothing to do with me who he is."

He was silent for a while, and sighed: "It's really unpredictable, the two people who depended on each other in life and death back then, one pretended that nothing had happened, and the other tried his best to dissociate himself from each other......"

I stopped talking, lay on my side, and closed my eyes, as if this was the only way to calm myself down.

Time passed day by day, I stayed here for about seven days, and I haven't seen Beiyu Jinchen since I woke up in a coma, only the red sleeves brought tea and water to take care of me.

It stands to reason that I am Beiyu Jinchen's subordinate prisoner, and the red sleeves should be arrogant and make things difficult for me, but instead of making things difficult for me, she cares about me, which is really incomprehensible.

The wound began to heal day by day, itching and numb, constantly reminding me that not only did I not have a sword enemy, but also tortured myself all over my body.

The old man's routine is very regular, rising at sunrise and returning at sunset, I followed him, and my body slowly improved.

The second time he saved me, I almost regarded him as a relative, after all, I really didn't have any relatives alive except for the two in prison.

"Girl, you're almost fine, we should go back."

I was leaning against the window, and some millet was sprinkled on the edge of the window, and the sparrows were chirping around and pecking at the rice.

When she turned her head to look at her, she had already packed her package.

I stood up and patted the excess rice scraps on my hands, scaring away the happy little sparrows who were eating.

The old man was very kind, and packed me with a large bag of pickles, medicinal herbs, and some medical books that calmed the mind and nourished the heart. No matter how you look at it, it's like a goodbye, and it's almost like singing that paragraph.

"Stinky girl, don't be covered with injuries next time, can you bring something good?" There was some concern in his tone, but it changed tone when it came out of his mouth.

I stretched out my arms and hugged him, and said to him, "I will definitely bring some good things to thank you when I have time in the future." ”

He may not be accustomed to me speaking seriously and not talking back, so he waved his hand as if to drive people: "Hurry up, let's go, let the old man be clean and pure." ”

The carriage still drove slowly to the way back, over the mountains and mountains, through the poplars and forests.

In the middle of summer, I estimated that I was about to be a year older, and I would have lived more or less one more year.

There are no flowers in the mountains that are blooming, and the green leaves are thick like dyed cloth and thick water, layered on top of each other, and even the light can't penetrate it, only the shallow and shallow fall on the meridians, illuminating them transparently.

It took more than an hour to go back this time, and it is conceivable that the fast horse should be extremely fast.

Outside the courtyard, it was spotless, there were two women sweeping the floor, I thought I had gone to the wrong place, Red Sleeves explained: "The people were brought by the prince, in addition to them, there are also cooks and servants, you are not well injured, and you also need to rest." ”

"Where's the gatekeeper?" I'm obviously more concerned about this issue.

Red Sleeves pondered for a long time and said, "The prince said, from today onwards, there will be no guards, whether you want to go or not, it's all up to you." ”

It's all on his own, and my relatives are still in prison, so of course he is relieved.

I don't want to say more, after placing the luggage, go to the mourning hall to light incense.

For more than a month, it has almost become a habit to incense Luo Yu every day.

No matter what my grievances with Beiyu Jinchen are, no matter what my grievances with Prince Xuan and Princess Xuan, it's none of Luo Yu's business. She died at my hands, for nothing, innocently.

The portrait hangs upright in the center, gently half-hidden with white gauze, and the person in the painting is smiling and smiling, and does not eat fireworks.

After kneeling and bowing, I was ready to copy the Buddhist scriptures, and when I sat on the side of the desk, I opened the book, and what caught my eye was actually an explanation of the art of war and some history books.

All the sutras are gone.

"What does that mean?"

"Oh yes, there is no need to transcribe Buddhist scriptures, these books are found according to the girl's preferences, these days, just read the books and recuperate."

I had to put down the pen in my hand, and the ink swept sideways, seeping half a water mark on Bai Xuan.

"What the hell is he trying to do? It's better to say it clearly, I don't think he really pities me for being hurt. ”

The red sleeves have been stumbling for a long time, and I can't say why, so I can only stop there. If you come, you will be safe, and you will see the tricks in the future.

When the red sleeves went out, he closed the door, and I was clean.

At the bottom of the military book is a history book "History of the Changming Dynasty", after thinking about it carefully, Beiyan used to be called Changming, and only after attacking Liangxi did it change its name to Beiyan.

Flipping through it, this book is very exquisite, with pictures and explanations, and the content is detailed.

Until I found a passage: In the twelfth year of Changming, Prince Ande exchanged protons for Liangxi, in addition to paying tribute every year, heavy and miscellaneous taxes, and the people were not able to make a living. In the fourteenth year, Ande died in the capital of Liangxi, and he was the only royal blood of Changming.

Scrolling down further, I probably understand that the emperor who used to be bright only had the queen as his wife, and he gave up the six palaces, but he had a very good feeling. Prince Ande is the only royal bloodline, but he went to Liangxi as a proton, and then died in Liangxi, which indirectly led to the queen's depression.

Then, it was the emperor who filled the six palaces but did not set up a queen, until they attacked Liangxi, and Changming already had seven princes and two princesses.

Could it be ...... Is this war not caused by the ambition of chasing fame and fortune?

(It will continue to be updated on Wednesday, with high energy, and it will be considered as compensation for everyone)