"Your Majesty, the master's sister, Madame Jiang, sent General Jiang Xiao to bring two pots of peach blossom stuffing. The master still loved to drink this Yizhou local brew before his death, perhaps using the water of Zhanjiang, and the taste was different from other places. Why don't you take advantage of today and drink with the master, she will be happy in Jiuquan. ”

As she spoke, Aunt Luo took out the two pots of wine that Jiang Yulin brought today. Carefully remove the seal of the flask, and an intoxicating aroma of wine will come to your face.

Murong Yuanshan nodded: "Well, I remember, Wei Chi does like to drink. Xu learned the taste from her father, and what Wei Chiwei likes to drink is Zhanjiang Tequ. ”

He was still nostalgic for Empress Yuchi's usual preferences, so he also sat down on the table and stool on the side casually.

Aunt Luo poured a glass of wine with her plain hands, and the clear wine flowed into the glass. Raised his hands between his eyebrows, and respectfully pushed them in front of Murong Yuanshan.

Murong Yuanshan stretched out his hand to take it, and the small jade cup was pinched in his hand. Took a light peck.

Flushing the throat but having a sweet aftertaste. Empress Yuchi's heroic but gentle appearance appeared in Murong Yuanshan's mind like this wine.

Aunt Luo retreated lightly and closed the door for the emperor. Standing alone under the porch, he paused for a moment and looked up at the waning moon.

For some reason, Jiang Yulin, who was peeking from the rooftop, looked at Aunt Luo, and actually had a feeling of being sluggish and cold. He rubbed his eyes, but when he looked at it again, there was no change. The thin figure under the corridor trembled in the wind with coughing. No longer stayed, and stepped out of the courtyard.

Qing Yuan was still moved by the relationship between his father and the former queen, and his red eyes were like rabbits crying: "Let's go down." ”

Jiang Yulin was unmoved, and frowned. He always had a hunch that things weren't that simple.

"Wait a little longer."

Qing Yuan didn't know Jiang Yulin's intentions, but he didn't have martial arts. The roof was so high that she couldn't get down. I had to whisper a promise: "Oh".

The autumn wind was bleak, and Qing Yuan tightened his clothes. This small action was seen by Jiang Yulin. He took off his coat and put it on Qing Yuan's body. Then he whispered in Qing Yuan's ear: "Don't move, be careful of falling." ”

Qing Yuan was startled by his sudden movements, and the whole process was motionless, as if frozen. A pair of bright eyes stared blankly at the man beside him, forgetting to speak. The corners of his mouth involuntarily curled, and he felt warm in his heart.

But Jiang Yulin's attention was still on Murong Yuanshan in the house.

He didn't mean to spy on the saint's whereabouts, but he always felt that something was wrong.

Murong Yuanshan was still drinking peach blossom brew in the house, and gradually his cheeks climbed into the red glow. The eyes are also more pink, I don't know if it's because of drunkenness or deep love. He stood up slowly, and gazed at the portrait of Empress Yuchi with affection. Calling her name softly.

"Wei Chi, do you know that I think about you every day and every night? Ask what the situation in the world is, and teach people to promise life and death. Oh, I want to go with you. When Murong Yuanshan said this, it was useless to even call himself "I". It can be seen that he has put down his identity as an emperor and came to talk to the dead Empress Yuchi. However, the beauty is no longer there, these words, Murong Yuanshan can only say to himself.

"Yuanshan, I know everything you said." A gentle voice came from outside the door. The door was pushed open.

Murong Yuanshan hurriedly looked back, only to see a woman in plain clothes appear at the door. On the head is the usual bun of Empress Yuchi, the makeup is as light as the first bloom of a lotus, and the plain clothes on the body can be seen with silver dark lines, which is the regular clothes that Empress Yuchi loved to wear before her death. But when the woman raised her head, Murong Yuanshan's misty eyes immediately flashed with incredible and ecstatic emotions: "Wei Chi, is it you?!" ”

"It's me."

And the two people on the roof were all shocked. What's going on? This is obviously Aunt Luo!

"What is Aunt Luo doing? And why did her father call her 'Wei Chi'?! ”

"Shhhh Jiang Yulin didn't know why, but he knew that there must be a conspiracy here. He had already felt that something was wrong with Aunt Luo during the day today, but she was the most loyal maid by Empress Yuchi's side. Why did she pretend to be her dead master?

Let's take a look first.

I saw Murong Yuanshan welcome Aunt Luo in, he trembled and grabbed Aunt Luo's hand and led her in step by step. Then he looked around her incredulously and looked at her: "Wei Chi! You haven't changed at all! Where have you been all these years? Why am I left alone? ”

A series of questions crackled and asked, but "Wei Chi" only lowered his head, smiled and did not answer.

"Wei Chi, come quickly. This is the wine sent by your nephew Yulin. The peach blossom stuff you used to love to drink. As he spoke, he hurriedly poured a cup and handed it to the "Wei Chi". But she just smiled and shook her head, and didn't take it.

Murong Yuanshan was extremely excited, he wanted to tell her everything he wanted to say over the years, but he didn't know where to start in front of him: "Wei Chi, do you know how old Yulin is now?" He's a real seven-foot man now, and he's going to war with your brother-in-law. You often think that you like to have a child like Yulin. When you come back, shall we give birth to one? Or let Yulin be your godson, and I will give him the title of prince, so that he can always be by your side. Ah, Wei Chi, why are you crying? Don't cry, I want to cry when you cry. ”

Jiang Yulin listened to this from the rooftop, and his eyes couldn't help but redden.

"Wei Chi" was moved by Murong Yuanshan's words and sobbed quietly, Murong Yuanshan panicked and hurriedly went to wipe her tears. patted her gently on the back and blamed herself in annoyance: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault, I said something strange and made you cry." ”

The fake "Wei Chi" shook his head again and again, looking at Murong Yuanshan with affectionate eyes, as if to say, "It's not your fault, it's not your fault." ”

Facing the pear blossom with rain "Wei Chi", where could Murong Yuanshan bear to see it, he immediately hugged her into his solid arms. Strong arms embraced her, as if to merge her into their own flesh and blood. I don't want to see her go anymore.

"Wei Chi, Wei Chi. You're never going again, are you? You're never going again, are you? Promise me, okay? ”

The fake "Wei Chi" sobbed again, in Murong Yuanshan's arms, and then slowly opened his arms and hugged each other as well. The two hugged each other.

Cough. Cough.

Suddenly, the woman in her arms coughed. It was just one or two sounds, and then it went on and on. The thin body rises and falls, like a begonia hit by rain.

"Wei Chi, are you okay?"

Aunt Luo shook her head and smiled lightly, but accidentally showed a trace of bitterness.

"Wei Chi, don't worry, I will definitely look for famous doctors in the world to help you cure this lung disease. I'm not going to let you have anything to do! ”