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As soon as Yushu left, Nalan coughed, and several people on duty at the Tai Hospital were hurriedly running into the Zhaoyang Palace, taking the pulse and boiling medicine, and they were busy for more than two hours. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

The hall was full of strong soup and medicinal smell, and Nalan Hongye was lying on the bed, still panting. The tossing for half a day made her face more and more bloodless.

"Queen Mother, I inquired, the emperor is staying in Qinglu Hall tonight, and there is no master to serve."

Nalan covered his chest with his hands, his breath was a little weak, and asked, "Isn't Concubine Cheng in Qinglu Palace?" ”

"No, Concubine Cheng's menstrual affair is here, and she is avoiding popularity in the red fang."

Nalan nodded, meditated for a moment, and said, "The weather is getting colder and colder, you go and tell Cao Qiu to let their minions be cautious, and be careful not to let Your Majesty catch a cold." ”

"Yes."

Wen Yuan was just about to go, but Nalan suddenly shouted, "Forget it, you still don't have to go." With that, he turned around and lay inside, and his voice came very softly, "There is no need to call for dinner, this palace needs to sleep for a while." ”

"Yes, sissy."

Yan Xun has been in power for five years, and like many emperors in previous dynasties, this harem has gradually become lively. Countless young and beautiful women rushed into the palace like flowing water, some of them were delicate, some were cold, some were full of poetry and books, and some were delicate and lovely, as if the flowers in this world were all blooming in this lonely deep palace overnight, and the flowers were full of flowers all day long, and they were glorious.

It's a pity that although it has been four years since she entered the palace, Nalan Hongye still failed to give birth to a son and a half daughter, but other concubines have been happy again and again, and Concubine Cheng, the sister of General Cheng Yuan, gave birth to a pair of Lin'er in one fell swoop.

And he hasn't set foot in Zhaoyang Hall for a long, long time.

Today, if Yushu hadn't come with Yong'er, I'm afraid he wouldn't have come.

The sun was setting, the moon was climbing the treetops, and a pair of red candles were lit high, shining brightly. Nalan Hongye was very thin now, shrunk in the brocade quilt, like a thin bird, and she coughed in a low voice from time to time.

Perhaps, I have long thought about it.

On the day when the alliance was closed six years ago, the news of the birth of Xiao Shizi in Qinghai spread all over the Simon Continent. Xiao Shizi suffered from the cold and bumps in the mother's womb, his health was not good, and he almost died as soon as he was born, and Princess Qinghai was weak after giving birth, and she was also in danger. The king of Qinghai attaches great importance to his wife and children, and he was able to give up the opportunity to compete with Yan Xun for his wife back then, let alone today.

Qinghai immediately issued a notice, offering a reward of 10,000 gold, seeking a famous doctor in the world, I heard that Mr. Maoling Qingzhu has excellent medical skills, but he is old and old-fashioned, and he regards Qinghai as a barbarian land and refuses to move. At that time, the king of Qinghai dared to lead 3,000 elites to ride out of Cuiwei Pass when Yanbei and Huaisong formed an alliance, rushed all the way to Maoling, and captured Mr. Qingzhu, and finally saved the lives of Xiao Shizi and King Xiuli.

The day the news came, it was the day of her and Yan Xun's literary appointment, Shu and Jin Ti, the big red mandarin duck, everything fulfilled her wish for many years.

She opened the gold post, and at the top of it were the names of the two men written by him.

Yan Xun Nalan red leaves

Just side by side, stroke by stroke, horizontal and folded, as if outlining her long half life. Her fingers swept over the white-headed colorful phoenix, the double red gold post, and the bronzing seal, and stopped at the eight joyful handwritings:

Watch and accompany each other, and always be together.

It was obviously the simplest eight words, but it made her eyes moisten a little.

That evening, the two of them sat on the Hehuan Hall to have a double wedding feast, and an apricot tree outside the court was blooming brightly, like a fire burning clouds, the wind blew, and the flowers fell colorfully, and the sky was full of red and pink flying flowers, like bright rain.

He sat in front of him, his face calm, full of diplomatic rhetoric, not much, but not dripping, neither rude nor too close.

Nalan Hongye wanted to open her mouth several times to tell some of the past she had hidden for a long time, but she was blocked by his indifferent expression. Seeing that it was getting late and he was about to leave, she couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and was about to speak, when his personal guard suddenly said that there was an urgent military report.

The king of Qinghai was already approaching Maoling, and these people reported this important news.

Yan Xun has always been calm and indifferent, but his face changed at that time, and he ordered the army near Maoling to assemble on the spot, and at any cost, be sure to block the king of Qinghai in the pass for a day.

But before the guard could go out, he called out to the guard. The evening sun shone on his face, with an obscure light. His hands were half-outstretched, in a position, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't. In the courtyard, the apricot blossoms flew and fell, scattering all over the ground.

"Forget it." He lowered his hand and returned to his usual composure.

"Forget it?" The guard was slightly stunned and unconsciously asked.

Yan Xun raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and did not speak, but his eyes turned around the guard's face, like a pool of cold and biting water.

The guard threw himself on his knees and withdrew.

As the sky gradually darkened, Yan Xun turned his head, naturally smiled at Nalan Hongye, sandwiched a piece of green bamboo shoots for her, and said, "Eat more bamboo shoots, it's good for your health." ”

Nalan Hongye has been up and down in the sea for half of his life, and he has already practiced the technique of cultivating qi with perfect fire.

She also smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Your Highness Emperor Yan." ”

This was just a very small episode, and all the servants forgot about this innocuous thing in an instant, and she was the only one who remembered it alive.

That evening, in the afterglow of the setting sun, she seemed to recognize something in a trance, but for so many years, she refused to admit it.

There was a low cough in the dormitory, and Wen Yuan, who was accompanying her in the outer hall, grabbed a handful of Su and incense and put it in the incense burner, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The moonlight outside the window is sufficient, the shadows of the trees are staggering, and the real winter is coming again.

Yushu slept during the day, but went sleepy at night.

She put on a silver fox-rimmed cloak and carried a lantern to Yong'er's room. Yong'er was very well-behaved, didn't kick the quilt, slept soundly, and pouted, as if she was dreaming about eating something.

Yushu sat down beside his bed, the wind was so quiet in the night, and the soothing incense in the corner of the wall swirled straight up, circle after circle, like smoke in the countryside. Yushu stretched out his hand to touch his son's face, but he was afraid that he would have the cool air outside, so he just drew a void on his forehead, then pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly.

Unconsciously, the drum of the third watch came from afar, and the voice of the husband was also long and long, Yushu was full of peace at the moment, and even the sound of the careful fire candle sounded extremely peaceful.

She got up and walked out, closed the door for the child, and was about to turn back to the room, when she looked back and saw the candle in the room.

For a moment, she was stunned.

As she had done a thousand times over the years, she stood there steadily, staring at it in silence.

It's been five years, the stone statues in the East China Sea are covered with dust, and the gossip officials of the government and the opposition have forgotten that name, and even the coastal people who used to pray for him day and night have probably removed his requiem tablet and replaced it with their own parents and relatives.

Everyone gradually forgot that person, forgot his exploits, forgot his dedication, forgot his voice and smile, and forgot what kind of high price he had paid for this country and this land.

However, she was the only one, the silly woman, who did not forget to light a candle for him in his study every day at nightfall.

She didn't dare to approach, just like when he was alive, even if she made the soup with her own hands, she could only ask the maid to send it for him.

He said that he had government affairs to be busy and would not allow others to disturb him, and she believed him.

He said that he had an urgent military situation, and the idlers could not wait to get close, so she believed it.

He said that he was going to be busy until late tonight, so he stayed in the study, and asked her not to wait, and she believed.

She is such a silly woman that she believes whatever her man says. But sometimes, she also wants to say something, just a few simple words, such as she is just like her subordinates, she will send a bowl of soup and come out, and it will not disturb him; For example, she is his wife, maybe not an idler, etc.; For example, in fact, she sleeps late every night, even if he is busy until late, he doesn't have to worry about waking her up.

But she still didn't dare to say it, perhaps, she just felt a little shy and couldn't speak.

So, day and night, she lay on the lattice of the window, looking at the light in the study, until the light went out, she could climb into bed and close her eyes in peace.

She sometimes thinks, in this way, is it also a sleep?

But as soon as such a thought came to her, she was already blushing.

Every time I go back to my parents' house, my sister will quietly tell her, does your prince have an outside heart? Every time she heard it, she would be very angry, what kind of person was the prince, how could they use such a mind to slander him?

But her eloquence is really not good, and she argues several times, but she can't say anything about her sisters. Gradually, she didn't even go back to her parents' home.

She knows that she has the best husband in the world, he is upright, kind, talented, his paintings are praised all over the court, his words are a must in Beijing, his poems are widely circulated, he never drinks at home, even sometimes he is out to socialize, he never gets drunk, he does not take concubines, does not wade into the land of wind and dust, is the famous King Xuanxian in the court, and is the most prestigious general in the army.

Although he sometimes snubbed her because of his busy schedule, so what? Compared to her mother, compared to her sisters, and compared to those noble ladies who compete for favor all day long, she is already too lucky.

He is her husband, her heaven, her whole world.

Isn't she supposed to trust him, take care of him, and wait for him?

How can there be suspicion, suspicion, slander, and grievance?

What's more, even if he is gone, she still enjoys the merits he left behind during his lifetime, and the most precious child he left her.

There's nothing to be dissatisfied with.

She smiled slightly, her smile clear and innocent. She tugged at the collar of her cloak and said silently, "I'm going to buy window paper tomorrow, it's cold, and it's time to change the window paper in the study." ”

Just look at the refreshing one