Chapter 177: One Man

In November, Chengde has already entered winter. In October, the grass and trees are still withered and yellow, the bare treetops stand in the wind, and the lonely residual leaves cover the earth, a bleak and desolate scene. I don't know when, it changed silently, and the large expanses of snow white vented the coming of winter in an absolute posture.

Huizhu was wrapped in a thick fur mattress, lying on the pillow, her head tilted to the side, her eyes looked out of the window, her lips moved slightly, as if she was muttering something, and from time to time stretched out her fingers and gently scraped the snow piled up outside the window, as if the temperature in the window could directly penetrate the white swaying glass to cover the ice and snow outside.

The footsteps of "kicking" gradually approached, interrupting the silence of the room, the thick door curtain was lifted, and the bricks of the cold wind came into the house, and the four little palace maids who were waiting in the house couldn't help but shrink their bodies, and were busy greeting the people who came. Xiao Juan nodded casually, then walked up to Huizhu, put down the tray in her hand, and called softly: "Master, it's time to drink medicine." ”

Huizhu turned her head and glanced at Xiaojuan and asked, "Did you say they arrived in the capital?" Why hasn't it been so long? Xiaojuan pulled down her cuffs, untied the medicine cup, and suddenly, the strong smell of Chinese medicine came, Huizhu frowned, took the medicine bowl, raised her head and drank it. Xiaojuan smiled with satisfaction, took back the empty bowl, handed over the rinsing water, and replied: "Master, you can recuperate with peace of mind, don't worry about the master and Brother Hongli, this snow is falling heavily, and it is common to delay some on the road, and it will be more than ten days, and when it comes to Layue, the letter from the house should also arrive." ”

Huizhu twisted a piece of honey orange in her mouth, and said vaguely: "The snow is heavy, and the snow will cover the mountains at that time, and there will be no store in front of the village and no store, and Hongli will have to suffer some hardships on the road." Xiao Juan was beckoning the palace maid to clean up a few medicine bowls and plates, and after hearing this, she hurriedly rested the movements in her hands, and her voice unconsciously raised: "How can you let Brother Hongli suffer, with the favor of Long Live Lord, Brother Hongli is a baby pimple." Besides, isn't there still a master? ”

Speaking of Yinzhen, Xiao Juan's eyes suddenly lit up, and she squeezed her eyebrows at Huizhu for a while, and said with a red face: "Master, you have been in a coma for three days, but you come to see it every day, although it is not by your side day and night, but it is also several times a day." The slave maid heard from Father-in-law Lu that the master stayed in the study for three nights, and the lamp was burned until dawn. The words deliberately stopped, glanced at the little palace maids in the room a few times, leaned over, and said: "People outside are rumored that the master is not forgetting business, in fact, there is no official business, the slave maid in the middle of the night of the second night, go to the master to pass the news, I saw the master staring at the table without rolling his eyes, at first the slave and maid really thought it was because of official business, but the master, guess what, what is on the table?" ”

Huizhu glanced at Xiaojuan angrily, pretended to cough twice, looked weak, and said with an unsteady breath: "Whether you say it or not, I don't have the energy to guess or not in my body now, anyway, you have become more and more bold over the years, and you have learned a lot from Xiao Ranzi." "Anyway, close your eyes and pretend to sleep.

Xiaojuan remembered that Huizhu's body had just gotten a lot better for most of the month, and now she was coughing again, her eyes were red all of a sudden, and she wanted to blurt out, but she was afraid of something, so she hurriedly turned around and sent the people in the room out, knelt down in front of Huizhu with a "bang", and bluffed Huizhu, and said in surprise: "What's wrong with you?" ”

Xiaojuan cried so well that she didn't feel sad and said: "The slave and maid should die, they shouldn't forget their identity, and they don't care about the master's body, so the slave and the maid will tell the master." Huizhu thought of the things in her previous life, and her heart was unconsciously a little biased towards her previous life, and she didn't want to make a joke with Xiaojuan like this, but she sighed helplessly, because of the weakness in her body, she just helped Xiaojuan, and after a few words of relief, she changed the topic and said, "Don't you want to tell me?" ”

Xiao Juan looked up with teary eyes, saw that Huizhu's face was not as pale as a few days ago, and thought that it should be fine, so she stopped crying, her face was stained with tears, and she didn't know what to think of, her cheeks turned red again, she looked down at her toes, and said shyly: "Master, you still remember, you once wrote a poem in the Old Summer Palace, and asked the slave maid to read it, and there was a word on it, the word...... That one...... Love ......"

Xiaojuan pondered and grinded for a long time, but when she looked up, she looked at Huizhu with a good look, and simply stomped her feet, as if she had a posture of letting go and said: "The master looked at things in the middle of the night, which is the love poem written by the master himself, containing 'love'." Although the slave maid is only a glimpse from afar, it can be seen that the master has preserved it very well, the paper is a little yellowed, and the master is still carefully collected in the small wooden box. ”

Huizhu was stunned for a moment, then let out an "oh" and covered up: "Really? Xiao Juan nodded hurriedly and said: "Of course yes, the slave maid can see it clearly, so the master, you should recover quickly and return to Beijing before the year, don't let the master and Brother Hongli and Baolian Gege worry." Huizhu smiled and said, "It's almost the moon, and it's unlikely that you want to return to Beijing before the year." As he spoke, he lay down again, closed his eyes and ordered, "Xiaojuan, go down, I'm a little tired." ”

Xiaojuan didn't understand why Huizhu suddenly lost interest, and secretly pondered it, still puzzled, but some of them didn't ask much, and after answering the words obediently, they twisted the corners of the quilt for Huizhu, and they left the house lightly.

Huizhu felt Xiaojuan leave, opened her eyes, supported her elbows, sat up, looked at the heavy snow blowing outside the window, and was secretly distracted, for a long time, before she overflowed with a sigh: "I hope Xiao Ranzi is smarter and protects Hongli ......" After sighing, Xiaojuan's words echoed unconsciously in his ears, his heart trembled, he shook his head, threw away his thoughts, and said with a smile on his face: "Wait for Eniang to come back." ”

After that, another ten days passed, and it was the middle of winter. And Huizhu's internal injuries recurred, and she was asked by the imperial doctor to lie on the couch, so she had to lie down all day long, Xiaojuan saw it in her eyes, knowing that she couldn't go back in March and April, and she was afraid that Huizhu would be bored in the house, so she sent someone to find some books, or she often picked some interesting things to say, and accompanied Huizhu to pass some boredom.

If so, the master and the servant stayed in this place far away from the hustle and bustle and lived. In this big palace, there is only one master, Huizhu, and everyone has the will of Emperor Kangxi, so they offer Huizhu as a bodhisattva. Therefore, Huizhu's life is good, but she has to drink medicine several times a day, and there is no taste in her mouth, and she thinks about the Hongli brothers and sisters who are far away in the capital.

After lunch that day, Huizhu came to some spirits, leaned on the bed, and watched Xiaojuan and the little palace ladies talking and laughing, cleaning the house, posting window flower paper cuts, and preparing for the next day's Chinese New Year's Eve and the following New Year's Festival.

When she was talking and laughing, she suddenly heard the noise outside the house, and Huizhu frowned and said, "Xiaojuan, go outside and take a look." Xiaojuan answered, and walked out of the room in confusion. But after a while, I saw the curtain lifted, Xiaojuan ran into the house in a panic, and said breathlessly: "Master, someone has come to the palace." Huizhu was overjoyed when she heard this, and hurriedly sat up and said, "Quick, call someone over." ”

In the blink of an eye, the people from the palace faction had arrived, and when Huizhu saw it, there was also a person who was very familiar with Zhang Fu. Huizhu suppressed her undulating thoughts, and asked questions from the side of Fujin to understand the general situation. It turned out that when Yinzhen and they returned to Beijing, they encountered heavy snowfall, and they did not return to the capital until November 13, and the snow blocked the road, so the news was postponed again and again, until the eighth day of the lunar month, the government sent someone to send it together with the letter and the New Year's gift.

Huizhu thought about it, Zhang Fu and the others must have returned to Beijing after the New Year, so they were not in a hurry, so as not to be anxious, and invited bad gossip, so they asked Xiaojuan to give a reward and send it down. Afterwards, Huizhu hurriedly retreated left and right, and hurriedly opened the letter sent from the house. As soon as I opened the yellow oil paper, I found that there were three letters inside, one was written by Yinzhen, one was written by Wulanara, and the last one was written by Hongli.

Huizhu didn't hesitate to pick up Hongli's letter first, and her heart was very excited, this was the first time she received a letter written by Hongli, so how could she not be excited. When she opened the letter, she took the five pages of letter paper written by Hongli and read it over and over again, although the letter was about some trivial things about his and Baolian's life, but she was happy to see it, and she couldn't put it down with the letterhead.

Next, he opened the letter from the Ulanala clan, which only said that Baolian took good care of her, so that she didn't have to worry about it, and she would take good care of her illness and so on. After reading it, Huizhu called Xiaojuan to prepare pen and ink on the spot, wrote a reply directly, and sealed it with oilskin paper.

After these were done, Huizhu glanced at a letter next to the pillow, hesitated, or picked it up, opened it, felt a little repulsed, and some expectation or curiosity, pinched it in her hand for a long time, and then opened it. I saw that the letter was written with a small number of words, but the handwriting was elegant and neat, and the font was rigorous.

- Niu Hulu's words:

Healed.

All is well with my sons and daughters.

You can just rest and recuperate, and you don't need to worry about it.

Return soon.

- Husband: Aixin Jueluo. Yinzhen

After Huizhu took a closer look, her eyes fell on the genus, and she held the pen and thought about it, but she never put down the pen for a long time. At this time, it was already evening, Xiaojuan took the medicine again, prepared dinner, saw Huizhu holding a pen in one hand and a letter in the other, she was curious, but said in her mouth: "Master, don't be in a hurry to reply, it's better to take the medicine first, and then want to reply after eating." ”

At first glance, Huizhu woke up, turned her head to Xiaojuan and smiled unnaturally, hurriedly put away the stationery, and without thinking about it, she found a piece of rice paper from the small table next to the bed, and wrote very quickly:

- Wufu:

The concubine invited Ye Da'an.

Lao Ye closed it, and the concubine cried when she heard it.

The children of the lord are all right, and the concubine is pleased.

- Side wife: Niu Hulu's

After writing, Huizhu didn't look at it, took the letter and dried it slightly, and then packed the envelope.