Buchen stood behind him, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and his whole body was already soaked. The cold wind and rain, Mo Guhan under the umbrella could not escape the baptism of the ice and rain, and the wet sleeves were attached to his arms, which was refreshing and cold.

"Your Majesty, take care of the dragon." Buchen didn't dare to urge, so he could only remind in a low voice: "This kind of cold rain is the most hurtful." ”

Mo Guhan's hand in his sleeve curled up tightly, looking at the stubborn and weak figure, his heart was mixed.

He heard that she was being implicated, and he pointed out it; He heard that Chang Lingyan and Mrs. Chang Lehou fell into the well, which made her life very difficult; He heard that she was now struggling and almost desperate.

He didn't know that he had brought so many disasters to her.

He has always taken it for granted that Chu Yuehua had the Empress Dowager's favorite Zilong Woxue on her head and stood out from the daughter of the Chang family, which was obviously the intention of climbing the dragon and attaching the phoenix, and she would do whatever it took to enter the palace.

But on that day, Yuehua did not bend his waist for the powerful and flattered him, which impressed him.

If it weren't for today, when I met at the city gate, saw her lost soul, searched all the way, witnessed this accident, and listened to her tearful accusation of crying blood, Mo Guhan would never think that Chu Yuehua was just an orphan girl who needed to be cherished.

"Buchen, I just want to know, who did this? General Chu is a good general of my Chang'an, he has been fighting horses all his life, and he has made countless achievements, is this person eating the gall of an ambitious leopard? ”

Buchen said respectfully: "Weichen will definitely investigate and give General Chu an explanation." ”

Mo Guhan stopped talking, but he didn't move at all, and he muttered for a long time before he asked depressedly: "Buchen, is it really too much for me to do?" ”

Buchen shook his head: "The Chang family is ambitious, and the emperor's move is also for the sake of the family and the country, so he has to do it as a last resort." ”

Mo Guhan's angular thin lips pursed tightly, with a thin anger: "The Chang family is still so indifferent to their relatives, let alone my people? General Chu had the grace of promoting Chang Zhiyi back then, but Chu Yuehua was in trouble, and he even stood by and watched, which shows how his character is. ”

Buchen didn't answer, only looked at the hem of the emperor's clothes that had been wet by the slanting rain worriedly, and the increasingly dark sky: "Your Majesty, it's not early." ”

Mo Gu's cold and lonely gaze was still locked on Chu Yuehua's body, and his feet seemed to have roots.

"Let's go back."

Yuehua stood up with the tombstone of her parents, only to feel that the dark clouds in the sky were crumbling, overwhelmingly pressing towards her, her cold and numb hands slowly slid down the tombstone, and she only felt that Venus was shaking in front of her, and her body could no longer support it.

In a dazed state, he felt that someone was approaching him, and his calm, powerful, and slightly hurried footsteps knocked on the ground. In the mist of the moonlight, I only saw a pair of thick-soled boots shining with gold wire, and a corner of a purple robe wet by the rain, and silver thread embroidered with the Eight Treasures Water Map.

The man bent down, picked up the limp Yuehua, held it in his arms, hesitated slightly, and walked with his head held high. Yuehua was cold, half-dizzy and half-awake, and felt a warm and humid breath permeating from the man's chest towards him, and a good and elegant aroma lingered on the tip of his nose, domineeringly dissipating the fishy smell of rain mixed with soil on his body.

She knew it was the smell of precious ambergris.

She was not panicked at all, she was cold and exhausted, she only felt that warmth, through the thin clothes, bit by bit, slowly poured into her heart, melting her heart that had gradually frozen, becoming her glimmer of hope and nostalgia in this world.

It's like a dream, but it's warm and real, and it's comfortable.

Fearing that the warmth would keep her away, she fell back into the boundless cold, and subconsciously grabbed the hem of the man's chest and held it tightly.

She remembered in a trance that someone sheltered her from the cold rain, carried her into a carriage filled with pure ambergris, wrapped herself in a soft blanket, brushed away the sticky wet hair on her face with her slightly rough fingertips, and hugged her tightly with strong arms.

Yuehua sighed comfortably, completely fell asleep, and was unconscious.

In the days that followed, he was still dizzy, and there were still people around him who were talking in a low voice, with a thick crying tone. The veil on his head was changed again and again, and the bitter decoction was poured bowl after bowl, and his body seemed to be in a blazing sea of fire for a while, and it was like falling into a cold deep pool for a while, hot and cold, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

She felt like she had run around the ghost gate, and she was pulled back, and her whole body was sore. She slowly opened her eyes, and on top of her was Xiangshen's eyes that were as red and swollen as two bells.

She wanted to speak, only to find that her voice was hoarse, and her mouth hurt like a grind, so she could only give up and grin hard.

This grin is more ugly than crying, but Xiangshen cried with joy: "Miss is awake, awake!" ”

The door curtain shook, and Mama Wei and Xiangche hurriedly came in and threw themselves in front of her: "Miss, you are finally awake!" ”

Yuehua opened her mouth, barely squeezing out the word "I", and couldn't help coughing violently.

Xiangshen hurriedly poured water and trotted over, Yuehua wanted to take it, but her hand was sore, and she trembled even when she lifted it. With a wry smile, he took a small sip of the water with a fragrant hand, and the warm water slid through his dry throat and went straight to his stomach, soothing a lot.

She breathed a sigh of relief before she asked out loud, "How many days have I been in a coma?" ”

As soon as he made a sound, he was startled, and his voice was hoarse, like coarse sand grinding over the ground.

"Three days and three nights!" Xiang Shen exaggeratedly compared: "I have been having a high fever that does not go away, and I am still talking nonsense!" ”

Yuehua wanted to laugh, her lips were chapped, and when she pulled the corners of her mouth, it hurt a little.

"Scaring you?"

One sentence provoked Xiang Shen and Xiang Che to tears suddenly, their noses were sour, and they said aggrievedly: "Miss, I'm really scared of the slave to death." You don't know, how anxious we are without you, we are all going crazy! If it weren't for Lord Shao sending you back, I would have really hit the wall! ”

"Shao?"

"Well, Lord Shao said that he saw you faint in front of the tomb of the old lady, so he sent you back."

Yuehua suddenly remembered the heart-rending scene again, grabbed her heart fiercely, coughed violently, choked all her tears, and her throat was even more like being pulled by a saw.

"I... Daddy and Auntie's Tomb ......"

Seeing that Yuehua was so excited, Mama Wei hurriedly squeezed the incense aside, reached out and patted Yuehua's back, and hurriedly comforted: "Miss, don't worry, the tomb of the old lady has been repaired, and it will be restored as much as possible." Lord Shao said that he was trying his best to find Ruber's whereabouts. ”

Yuehua barely suppressed her violent cough and turned her head, her lips were pale and there was no blood at all.

"Miss, you heard the old slave say that the big things in this world are not as important as saving your body. If the body is destroyed, the sky falls. No matter what you want to do or what you plan, you must first calm down and raise your body, otherwise, everything is empty talk. Even if it is for the sake of the old slave and Xiangshen, you must support yourself to live, and you must not make any mistakes. ”

Mama Wei's words were like a gentle drizzle, without flowery rhetoric and profound truths, which made Yuehua's heart slowly ironed.

She nodded and said firmly: "Mama don't worry, my Chu Yuehua didn't die so easily." If others want to see my jokes, I'm afraid that the abacus will be empty. ”

"That's right!" Mama Wei wiped the corners of her eyes happily, and hurriedly instructed Xiangshen: "Quick, what about the porridge you cooked for Miss in advance?" ”

The incense responded crisply: "It's still on the fire, it's already simmering." Master Shao said that you can wake up today, and you are really God! ”

She turned around and hurriedly went to serve porridge, and as soon as she got out of the outhouse, she almost bumped into Shao Ziqing, who came in with the curtain, and was about to kneel down and kowtow in a hurry, but was pulled by Shao Ziqing: "Are you young ladies awake?" ”

Xiang Shen's face was happy, and he smiled: "Wake up, wake up, the maid is about to serve porridge." ”

"Tell me that the rock sugar blood swallow you stewed in advance has been stewed?"

"It's stewed too, and it's warm in the cage drawer."

Shao Ziqing nodded, and handed her the things he was carrying: "Your master is weak, you can't be in a hurry, these supplements must come gradually." Blood swallow moistens the lungs, relieves cough, and produces Jin, will not produce dryness and heat, and can be tonified in the morning and evening, and the appropriate amount of ginseng. ”

Xiang Shen took the thing, quite embarrassed: "There are still a lot of American ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum that Master Shao brought over last time." ”

"Illness comes like a mountain, illness goes like a thread, this body will grow slowly, and supplements can't be stingy."