Twenty-three years, just after the New Year's Festival, the Cuiwei Palace of Zhongnan Mountain has been covered with snow.

In the Hall of Wind, the red-hot brazier occasionally makes a crisp gagging sound, which is the sound of the carbon branch being burned.

On the bed, the occasional cough of an old man could be heard, who had fallen asleep, but slept so lightly that even the footsteps outside the house could wake him up.

Seeing that he had finished coughing, He Zhichun bowed his head lightly at King Wei, and then closed the door.

As soon as she left the hall, the wind and snow slapped straight on her face, making her sober up a little.

"Your Highness, is the saint resting?" Father-in-law Bao greeted him, he bent over, not daring to look up at He Zhichun.

Three or four years ago, when the prince got married, he cried like a tear bag, and it seemed that it was already a little blurry, and now He Zhichun has changed from a smart little lady to a terrifying king.

And unlike the saint and the former prince, the saint's breath is gentle, no matter what the former prince thinks, he at least pretends to be respectful, only the one in front of him is like an out-of-body sword, extremely sharp.

If you underestimate her, you will be cut off by a piece of the flesh of the belt.

"It's over, let those shovelers stop, it's very noisy, don't alarm my father."

After the fang gong was gone, in the winter of that year, several old ministers were gone, the saint cried several times, his body began to be not very good, and he began to believe devoutly, and finally in the summer of last year, he moved to Zhongnan Mountain to escape the summer, and the state affairs were represented by the prince, and he never returned to Chang'an City after this stay.

Now it's the first month, not the morning.

He Zhichun and several brothers and sisters came to Zhongnan Mountain to accompany the saint for the New Year's Festival.

Gonggong Bao answered, and was about to pass the word, when he heard He Zhichun say: "You are old, the snow is slippery, let the apprentices go." If Daddy is a caller, you should be used to serving you. ”

Bao Gonggong's eyes were hot, "No." The old slave guarded the saint and did not go anywhere. ”

He Zhichun is also sad, didn't her father die in May of twenty-three years, and now it's January.

Even though she had collected a lot of precious medicinal herbs and had the Imperial Physician stay by the saint's side for twelve hours, he still fell ill.

The emperor who was powerful in the past is now just an old man on a sickbed.

He Zhichun sighed, went straight to the palace in snow, and when he walked to the door, he met Cui Jiu who was wearing a snow coat.

His nose was red from cold, and he was still carrying a food box in his hand, "Ah Qiao is back, has the saint improved?" ”

He Zhichun shook his head, "I coughed badly, and I just fell asleep." Why are you here, aren't Ah Yun going home today? ”

Cui Jiu opened the food box, took out some food, and handed it to He Zhichun, "It's all in Chang'an City, and I often see it on weekdays. ”

Li Qinzai is the eldest son of Li Siwen and Cui Yun, and now he is less than two years old, and he can't speak clearly, so he loves fragrant things, so the person he loves the most is Cui Jiu, far better than his parents who live rougher than the bluestone pavement of Chang'an City.

Speaking of Qin Zai, He Zhichun felt a little melancholy, she had been married to Cui Jiucheng for so long, and she had no children.

In the first year, she was not in a hurry, but gradually, Cui Jiu had passed the weak crown, and even Ah Yun, who was married later than them, gave birth to Qinzai, and she began to feel a little uncomfortable. Gao Nuo gave her the medicine, she took it, but it didn't get better.

She thought that she was afraid that Shen Tian would hurt her and make it difficult for her to conceive.

But the imperial doctor can't say why, he can't open his stomach to take a look, what's going on, right?

The He family also secretly looked for Lang Zhong for her, but they didn't find out the problem, and only deduced that the child's fate had not arrived.

Cui Jiu saw that He Zhichun was a little depressed, so he hurriedly changed the topic and said, "There is something wrong in Songzhou. The saint is not good, and King Wu is afraid that he will be the first to attack. ”

He Zhichun breathed a sigh of relief and said with disdain: "My brother is just like that old Wang Ba, who only dares to stick out his head from time to time to poke in the east and poke in the west. ”

I'm not afraid that you won't fight, I'm afraid that you'll be obedient, you're obedient, what can I do to kill chickens and monkeys?

He dared to say that if King Jin or King Wei became emperor, King Wu might not rebel.

But if He Zhichun becomes the emperor, it is inevitable that there will be something unclear, thinking that a little lady can be the emperor, and he can change him!

Since beating her soft-heartedly and leaving Yang Yuan in Chang'an City, those who say that he is a descendant of the previous dynasty have never appeared again, Yang Yuan is simply thankful, three sentences do not leave the prince.

But He Zhichun still dislikes this follower very much, you are so honest, aren't you a person with me at all......

In the past few years, the power left by the black snake has been like hibernation, and there is no movement, which makes He Zhichun simply have an illusion of peace in the world, until the saint fell ill, and their brothers and sisters came to Zhongnan Mountain in a hurry.

As the two were talking, they heard Gonggong Bao running over urgently, "Your Highness, the saint has woken up, and the King of Wei has called the old slave to look for you." ”

He Zhichun nodded, and went to Hanfeng Hall with Cui Jiu, "Daddy, why don't you sleep a little longer?" But coughing again? ”

The saint was a little embarrassed, so he turned his face away, "You baby, you just like to make a fuss, I just got stuck in eating Jindan, and hurt my throat and eyes, and it's worth it when you lead a large group of people to serve the sick, it's a shame." ”

He Zhichun rolled his eyes, do you also know that you have lost the dead?

Hehe, the first person in the world to choke to death after eating Jindan is Dao Mingjun, you didn't run away!

The saint was weak and afraid of death, and he didn't know where to find a monk, and followed him to make alchemy and take medicine, good fellow, the pill looked like quail eggs, and they actually ate it with a rattle, and if they didn't choke to death, there would be ghosts!

After the sage came to Zhongnan Mountain, he met with Lu Mingfu in Changtang County, and the two of them couldn't wait to absorb the aura of heaven and earth together, and ascend to immortality.

The saint was choked with a red face and a thick neck, and he almost died on the spot, but Lu Mingfu happened to find out and saved his life.

I was saved, but since then I have been coughing and have been sick for several days.

He Zhichun thought about the catastrophe in May this year, rushed forward, and without saying a word, he killed the demon with a sword.

The saint was so angry that he ignored her for two days. I called her this time, thinking that I wanted the father and daughter to reconcile.

"Daddy, don't believe in these evils, the fourth sister-in-law happened to give birth to another male doll, why don't you go back and take him and teach him."

The sage was stunned for a moment and looked at King Wei, "You can be regarded as a child, it's really useless, it's not like Daddy at all." ”

King Wei is angry, he has been serving you for so many days, and he has given up all his flesh, and you even opened your mouth to mock so! Still not my father.

He also wanted to give birth, but because of Shen Yi's matter, he was embarrassed with Princess Wei for a few years, and only recently gave birth to a second son.