"Anxiety became ill, qi and blood were deficient, and I was in a hurry to attack my heart, so I fainted and needed to recuperate."

The Imperial Doctor's voice rang in his ears.

Sang Yan woke up, and he didn't want to open his eyes, so he simply pretended to be asleep.

He Ying saw it and deliberately said, "Pei Duyang, what are you still doing in a daze?" Go to the purpose. ”

"Don't!"

Sang Yan opened his eyes, sat up in shock, and looked at He Ying: "The courtiers have no intention of entering the palace, and they hope that the emperor will take back his fate." ”

As he spoke, he was about to get out of bed and kneel when he was holding on to his weak body.

"I don't know what to do!"

He Ying saw her thoughts, and while he was angry, he also felt a little pity: "Send her back to the Yuesang Hall first!" ”

"Your Majesty, Emperor. The courtiers retired. ”

Sang Yan did not hesitate to get off the dragon bed, and was helped out of the Qingning Hall by several palace maids.

Outside the temple

There were eunuchs who prepared the steps.

Only those above the concubine can sit.

Sang Yan didn't want to sit, but He Ying was staring behind him, and he couldn't help it, so he sat down.

The group swept back to the Yuesang Palace.

The imperial doctor also followed, and after entering the palace, he gave a list of medicines and asked the palace maid to grab and boil the medicine.

Sang Qiaoshui heard the movement and also came over, and saw Sang Yan lying on the bed sickly, and was very shocked: she said that she was sick, and she was fake, how could she really be sick?

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

She stepped forward to ask, and there was real worry in her eyes - the emperor said that she should take care of Sang Yan, but she became ill. And if the emperor is to blame? She didn't dare to think about it.

Sang Yan didn't have a heart to heart with her, and he didn't want to talk to her more.

If she hadn't sent a message to the emperor, she would have left the palace long ago, how could there be now?

Seeing that she was silent, Sang Qiaoshui guessed that she was still angry with herself, so she closed her mouth very knowingly and went to ask the imperial doctor.

After listening to the imperial doctor talk about Sang Yan's condition, he relieved himself and blamed himself: "It turns out that I put too much pressure on my sister." It's my sister's fault. My sister was anxious for a while, and she made her sister unhappy, and she will definitely not do it again in the future. Sister, take care of yourself, nothing is more important than your body. ”

Sang Yan didn't appreciate her beautiful words: "I'm tired." ”

She euphemistically chased people.

At this moment, the palace maid came over with medicine.

When Sang weakwater saw it, he stretched out his hand and took it: "I'll feed my sister medicine." When my sister drank the medicine, I left without disturbing my sister's rest. ”

In order to let her leave early, Sang Yan was very simple, stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me." I drink it myself. ”

"There's no hurry. It's also a little hot. ”

Sang Qiaoshui took the spoon, stirred it a few times, blew it again, and waited for the heat to be about the same, and then handed it over.

Sang Yan took the medicine and drank it in one go.

Sang Qiaoshui spoke well, instructed the palace maid to serve well, and left.

Sang Yan looked at the back of her leaving, but what he thought was He Ying - he wanted to make her a concubine. Although this thought was extinguished for the time being, the palace could not stay for long.

Gotta go.

It's unexpected.

So, the next day, Sangyan didn't let anyone pack up his things, so he took Qiuzhi and went out of the palace through the queen mother's instructions.

Before leaving, she sent a letter to He Ying, hoping that he would let her go.

*

He Ying received Sang Yan's letter after the next dynasty.

At that time, Sang Yan had already left.

He opened her letter, and there was not much handwriting in it, just something like a love poem:

[I love you

Love to the point of not being selfish.

Just like a person

A dove flew away in his hand,

He from the heart

Bless the flight of the dove. 】

What do you mean?

Implying that he lets go, is it to love her?

He Ying looked at this little poem repeatedly, and forgot to pursue her departure.

This is also in line with Sang Yan's intentions.

She left that Wang Xiaobo's love poem, one is to appease He Ying and make him less angry, and the other is to hint at He Ying and let her go.

After she left the palace, she did not return to Sang's house, but returned to Zhuangzi.

Although she only stayed in Zhuangzi for a few days, she really liked it here.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the eyes are full of green, and even the air reveals freedom.

It was raining at night.

Sang Yan couldn't sleep.

I couldn't help but wonder about He Ying's next move: Can those few words dispel his thoughts? Will he let her go?

Her mind was so upset that she couldn't sleep.

The rain was getting heavier.

People came out one after another to move the flowers and plants in the yard.

She heard movement and opened the window to see them busy in the night.

After a while, they all became soup chickens.

"Qiu Zhi, you ask Mrs. Liu in the kitchen to cook some ginger soup for them, so that they must drink the ginger soup before going to sleep."

She is a good master who cares about her subordinates.

Qiu Zhi heard it and immediately responded: "Yes." Miss. ”

The people in the courtyard also heard it and thanked one after another: "Miss is really a bodhisattva." / Thank you, miss. / Miss close the window, beware of the wind. / Yes, yes, the young lady is delicate, in case she sees the wind and cold, it is not good. ”

Between people, sincerity for sincerity.

Sang Yan was still very moved by their simple concern.

Even the boredom has dissipated a lot.

"It's okay, I'm wearing a big hat."

She smiled, but she also accepted it, closed the window, and fell asleep in bed.

Xu was in a better mood, but he gradually fell asleep.

At the same time

Qingning Palace

He Ying is still insomnia.

He tossed and turned on the wide dragon bed, and his heart was impatient and he couldn't sleep.

"Someone!"

He still climbs in the end

got up and lifted the veil.

"Your Majesty, the minions are here."

Before the person arrives, the sound arrives first.

Pei Duyang pushed open the door of the hall and hurriedly walked in.

And the lights of the temple were lit up like day.

"Pick up what's on the ground."

When Pei Duyang heard the emperor's words, he noticed that there was a paper ball on the ground.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be the letter left by Sang Yan.

This mulberry smoke is also capable, leaving such a few words, he dares to leave the palace privately.

What a pampering and pride!

"Your Majesty—"

Pei Duyang handed the paper ball to the emperor, and Yu Guang looked at his expression, seeing that he was not in an unhappy mood, so he considered the language and said: "The servant looks at the epiphany in the imperial garden as if it is about to bloom." Or, tomorrow, invite Miss Sang into the palace to enjoy the epiphany? ”

The emperor was obviously reluctant to leave.

But since Sang Yan left, he will not come back easily.

Unless the emperor decrees.

But the emperor's decree is too eye-catching.

It's not that the emperor is afraid of criticism, but that the emperor cares about Sang Yan and doesn't want her to be criticized.

Then you can only come euphemistically.

Pei Duyang figured out the emperor's thoughts very thoroughly.

But He Ying glanced at him and didn't speak, only lowered his head and concentrated on the paper ball.

It's like it's going to be back to normal.

With a bit of cherishment.

When Pei Duyang saw it, he felt that he might not be satisfied with this method, paused for a while, and said, "The emperor hasn't paid a private visit for a long time. It is said that there is a teahouse in the capital, and Mr. Feng Yicheng was invited to tell the story. ”

Feng Yicheng is the eldest grandson of Feng Yi, the imperial historian.

At the age of seventeen, he was a scholar and a first, and he was born with a dragon and a phoenix, which was deeply appreciated by He Ying, and he also entered the Hanlin Academy as an errand boy.

But he is not good at fame, and he resigned soon after joining the company, and has been traveling.

Over the years, he has visited famous mountains and rivers and written countless poems and travelogues.

Every time a book is published, it attracts people to rob, let alone him to tell the story.

"Your Majesty, why don't you find a time to take Miss Sang to listen to the book? She was depressed, and perhaps when she heard it, her mind was broadened. ”

Pei Duyang racked his brains to please/please the emperor's heart.

He Ying was indeed pleased/pleased by him - Sang Yan obviously didn't like the palace, and now he still has a heart disease, and let her enter the palace again, I am afraid that it will aggravate the heart disease, he did not investigate her leaving the palace for the first time, and it is also based on this reason, so if I want to see her, it is better to meet outside the palace.

"What the brain—"

He Ying's eyes showed appreciation, and he smiled: "It's still a little useful occasionally." ”

Pei Duyang was not greedy for merit, and immediately smiled: "It's all good taught by the emperor." ”

He Ying didn't say anything more, retracted his gaze, and landed on the wrinkled letter: Where is she a pigeon? It's clearly a rabbit.

No matter how fast you run-

I couldn't get out of the palm of his hand.