Since she met Fu Yuanshan in the prison, she has been seriously ill again, most of the time in a coma, dreaming one after another, sometimes she can't tell what is a dream and what is reality.

She dreamed of Gu Haoxuan, dreamed of his laughter, dreamed of his anger, and woke up when she dreamed that he was covered in blood......

She dreamed of Xiao Cangpeng, dreamed that he sweetly called herself "Sister Xue Yan", dreamed that he sang and danced "Three Bears", dreamed that he caught a little spider for herself, and dreamed that he secretly hid New Year's money under his pillow...... When I woke up, my tears wet my pillow.

After the first snow in Jingkang's sixth year, she could barely go for a walk in Beihua Garden, which was closest to Huanyue Xuan, where she now lives, with the support of Bitong and early summer.

The Guangling Palace, embellished with thin snow, is like a fairyland, and it will give birth to a sense of forgetting sorrow and forgetting, but it won't stay long, because ......

"The prince asked the girl to go back and rest as soon as possible, it was cold outside, be careful to catch a cold again."

Bitong and Chu Xia's expressions were a little weird.

It's not that she doesn't understand, she just pretends she can't see.

She mentioned to Yuwen Zichen that she wanted to leave the palace.

Yuwen Zichen's long fingers rubbed the blue and white jade cup, and his eyes looked at the silver wrapped in silver outside the window: "That is the case, it is good to live and recuperate, and when the illness is healed, I will naturally not keep you." There is nothing lacking in the house, and Li Yan accompanies you in early summer on weekdays, and no one else will disturb you. ”

Sure enough, he never bothered her. Regarding his whereabouts, most of them were mentioned by Li Yan and Chu Xia, who came and went, by chance, nothing more than "the prince is out of the house", "the prince has returned to the house", sometimes even for a few days, she will inevitably guess whether he is not in the mansion, and the flute that can judge whether he is in the mansion has been seen for a long time......

The palace is shrouded in too much mystery because of the owner, and the most puzzling thing is how Li Yan and Chu Xia can appear in the palace.

Bitong was also curious, so she inevitably asked.

Li Yan pulled the embroidery thread long and said slowly: "I'm just afraid that the big girl will be lonely here......"

Halfway through his words, he glanced out the window: "Someone is looking for me." So he put on the flower brace and went out.

Cheng Xueyan saw that the person who came had a long face, thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a little red lips, which was very beautiful, especially a small red mole under the right lip, which added to the style. This person seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

Li Yan only said a few words to the man and then entered the door, and said with a smile that the weather is good today, so you might as well go out for a walk, "The prince is not in the house, and I am not afraid that someone will urge me." ”

At this point, I glanced at Cheng Xueyan attentively.

Cheng Xueyan knew what she meant, and only smiled slightly.

Guangling Wangfu carved fence jade, cold and luxurious. It's winter, the flowers are withering, and the house is not planted with evergreen pines and cypresses, so it looks a little sluggish. However, it is also unique in that it is a wooden house half-overhanging the lake. Although the trees on the shore have withered, it is not difficult to imagine the wind when its green leaves are luxuriant, and look at the rattan coiled on the trees, it should be wisteria, and wait until the spring flowers bloom in strings, like a fog like a dream, half-covering this chic house, plus surrounded by light yarn, the curtains are slowly swinging, and it is like a fairyland.

She stared at the house from afar for a long time, and heard in her ears that it was the Fengyi Xuan prepared by the prince for the princess......

Before the words fell, she saw Li Yan glancing at her, with a warning in her eyes, and she was silent in early summer.

So a group of four people silently walked around the pavilions, each with their own thoughts.

It was noon, and after a while with the early summer, he said that he was going to the back kitchen to get lunch, and he retired first, and when he passed by a room he had just passed, he seemed to look inside, and looked back at them, but said nothing.

Li Yan was also tired and sighed: "It's really unforgiving! ”

Then he walked back slowly, passed the house, and looked in the window, the corners of his lips curled slightly.

Cheng Xueyan was very strange, and when she stepped forward to check what was going on, she was blocked by Li Yan, and she laughed all the way.

It stands to reason that Cheng Xueyan didn't find anything special about this house, except that when she stood at the window in a daze every night, she would see that there were occasional dim lights here.

But after all, it's a palace, and there will always be some unspeakable secrets.

The night is quiet, and I have insomnia again.

Standing in front of the window, thinking that he had been doing well recently, he didn't need to take medicine, and he should say goodbye to Yuwen Zichen, but it seemed that he hadn't seen him for many days. She also did not want to meet him, lest people be misunderstood, and ...... Although when facing her, his gaze is always looking out of the window, and his face is unwavering, but it makes people feel that he has included her in his sight for no reason, and no matter where she is, that attention lingers and makes people uncomfortable.

I want to leave a book, but when I think of traditional Chinese characters...... Let Bitong do it tomorrow.

Glancing out the window, I saw that the thought-provoking house was dimly lit by daylight.

I looked at it unconsciously for a while, turned off the lights, and lay down on the bed.

Maybe it's because of the burning of benzoin, I fell asleep quickly tonight, but once I fell asleep, I started dreaming, and the figure in the dream was running around, I couldn't see the true face, and from time to time there was the sound of fighting.

She was accustomed to dreaming, and knew that it was false, so part of her mind was trapped in it and she was in a state of horror and anxiety, while the other part was standing by and watching coldly.

The door was pushed open violently, and a voice shouted: "Girl, it's not good, someone is attacking the palace at night!" ”

She sat up suddenly, unable to distinguish the reality of the dream for a while, but saw the fire outside the window, the sharp sound of the blade, and the noisy voice.

As soon as she leaned down one foot, a chill immediately brushed her foot.

In the chaos of the fire, an arrow was standing on the ground, and the arrow feathers trembled slightly.

A gust of wind enveloped Bitong's scream, and before she could see clearly, she was wrapped in cold.

She was about to panic, but she smelled a faint sweet fragrance, and her heart suddenly calmed.

The cold held her, leaping like a fly, but it only took a moment before it stopped.

As the cold withdrew, she only had time to see a corner of snow white disappear in the doorway, and then, the ground trembled slightly, the messy fire outside the window gradually rose and even disappeared, and there was a light shock overhead, and finally, everything disappeared, leaving only a little noise from the top of the blur...... Was she sunk to the ground?

It was pitch black in front of her, and she only took a few steps before she knocked over something, and something fell to the ground one after another.

She picked it up and fumbled for a long time...... It's a chain-like thing, just right to be put on the wrist, cool, soft, and a few hard embellishments......

My heart was stagnant, and I picked it up again...... Again......

The chaos outside stopped at some point, and she sat in the darkness until the top of her head shook again and the ground trembled slightly......

A little bit of light hurriedly brushed through the white silk paper on the window, illuminating the mess in the room again and again.

She sat up straight, staring blankly at the woven jewelry on the floor......

The door suddenly opened, and a man in a snow-colored robe appeared by the door.

She watched his dark eyes change from stunned to stunned, slowly stood up, and walked to his side: "I want to leave ......"

The room was so quiet, so quiet that even the bits and pieces of sound outside the window seemed to be isolated from thousands of miles away.

She stood silently beside him, not squinting, but she could still feel that his face was getting colder and colder in the flickering light, and her thin lips were as white as a knife.

In a trance, it was as if she had returned to the galloping carriage many years ago, and there was such a hand, a hand with a crescent-shaped scar, that clasped her wrist stiffly.

His wrist didn't feel pain, but at this moment, he was standing with his hands down, and he was cold.

After a long time, he responded: "Tomorrow." ”

The sound was so soft, as light as the light of the dawn that pierced through the lattice of the window, and although it was a little hesitant, it had to grow brighter, for no one could stop the sun from rising.

On the second day, Cheng Xueyan left the Guangling Palace with Bitong.

Along the way, Bi Tong was very entangled, one would say that a place like the palace or the palace would have a few chaos every year, and it would be more serious in the coming year, so it was better to avoid it as soon as possible, and then said that he had been disturbed for many days and walked quietly, and the king of Guangling didn't know if he would be in a hurry, whether he would send people to look around, and whether it would be more chaotic at that time. As he spoke, he looked at her with his eyes.

It's not that she doesn't understand what she wants to say, just like she also understands that before leaving, Li Yan called herself to the garden, looking like she wanted to say something and stopped, and only sighed in the end...... He has thought too much, done too much, and given up too much for you. If you say that there is no fate, you just see each other, if you say that there is fate, the timing is always not coincidental. He is an extremely silent and proud person, just waiting, and you are going farther and farther, even if you look back in the future, even if he is still standing in place, I am afraid that you will not be able to see it.

Li Yan always says something that people don't understand, but sometimes it is very much like a proverb.

This proverb was sad, but it was difficult for her heart to stir up a trace of waves. She's not the susceptible person she used to be, the catastrophe...... Let's count it as a catastrophe, it seems that all her blood has been drained, all her heat has been dissipated, and now her heart is still beating, her breathing is still continuing, and she can only barely be regarded as a living creature, so she will try to live as much as possible in the future, fortunately, she is ......

She teased the sleeping baby in her arms.

Because of his weak body, the child has been taken care of by the nurse who came to the palace during this time, and now he is fat and fat, which is very gratifying.

She named the child Yu'er, because she got it on a rainy day. The child's swaddling clothes do not have any objects that mark their identity, and they are also miserable, which can't help but make people feel more pity.

She lost a child without realizing it, and then got one without knowing it, and who can say that it is not providence? And the more this little guy's eyebrows and eyes look at it, the more similar it is to himself.

Bi Tong looked at her joy, sighed, and seemed to say to herself: "I don't know what to feed her later." ”

really woke up the dreamer with a word, and Cheng Xueyan was also suddenly worried.

"You know where you sell cow's milk or goat's milk? Or some rice soup? ”