In this situation, he only felt dizzy for a while, and barely held on to the window lattice, so he stopped. He forced himself to calm down, turned his face and asked the maid who had brought him, "Why did Madame suddenly become ill?" ”

"The slave and maid don't know the inside story------ "The maid pointed out the house with a crying voice: "Someone came from Fanguo, Mrs. asked a few words, and then spit blood from her mouth, and she didn't wake up------"

Following the direction of the maidservant's finger, Zhao Bohu saw a shrunken servant standing under the old tree in the courtyard, looking very cramped. As soon as he beckoned, the man hurried over, and arched his hand and said, "I've seen Xiangye." ”

"What did you say to Madame? So much so that she vomited blood and was dizzy? Zhao Bohu asked sharply.

The servant twisted his body uneasily and said, "Lord Yu, the little one is the servant of the prince of Fan, and it was the prince who asked the little one to come to Hojing to find his wife for help." ”

"What the hell is going on?"

"The king has established Ying as his wife, and for several months, Ying and the young son have spoken a lot of bad things about the prince in the ears of the king. Now, the prince has been alienated by the king, and he has traveled far to the border to prevent Chu and Hubei, and he is afraid that he will be abolished next. The prince asked the little one to beg the lady to try to save one or two! ”

"Joke!" Zhao Bohu said angrily: "Mrs. is a lady in the house, how can you meddle in the affairs of your country!" ”

"It's not difficult!" The servant trembled and presented a blood letter: "The prince wrote clearly in the book, the Son of Heaven is fortunate to Luoyi, and he will meet the princes of the Quartet in the eastern capital in the spring." The prince asked his wife and the prince to try to make the next letter to the king, and named the prince to go to the meeting. As long as he has a good name in front of the king and all the princes of the world, it is expected that the Ying clan will have nothing to do. ”

Thinking of his wife, whose life and death were uncertain, Zhao Bohu was angry: "Madame just didn't wake up after reading this blood book, right?" Hum! In vain for her father and brother, despite his wife's illness and hard work, he used this matter to block his heart? If the lady has three longs and two shorts, will I take care of the affairs of your son? ”

When the servant heard this, he kowtowed: "Please forgive the prime minister, Fanguo is thousands of miles away, I really don't know that Mrs. Shen is so heavy!" ”

Before Zhao Bohu could say more, a shout suddenly came from the inner room: "Madame is awake!" He hurriedly lifted his feet and looked inside.

The first time Zhao Bohu saw his wife, his heart was half cold. A very abnormal flush appeared on his face, which was as yellow as gold paper, and there was a slight brilliance in his eyes, but Su Ri's tall nose was inexplicably deflated. It's a flashback! The face in front of him is so similar to the face of Queen Fanji when she died------

The three healers exchanged glances and looked at him with complicated eyes. Zhao Bohu's heart was in turmoil, and he waved his hand: "You all go down, I want to talk to my wife." ”

Soon, the inner chamber was emptied, leaving only one physician on duty outside the threshold in case of emergency.

Zhaoji's face was calm, and he stretched out a hand to her husband: "Husband, I'm afraid the concubine won't be able to survive this time------." ”

"What nonsense? Madame is in her prime. Zhao Bohu choked in his throat and forced himself to comfort.

"No, my own body knows by itself, it's almost the end." Zhaoji shook his head slightly: "I just ask my husband to answer me." ”

Although he instinctively wanted to resist the fact that he would lose his wife forever, reason told him that this was an inescapable future and that he had to face it head-on. Zhao Bohu nodded with difficulty: "Madame, please speak, but if you ask for something, you can't refuse it for your husband." ”

Zhaoji took a breath softly: "I also hope that my husband will approve my brother's request and keep the position of the prince for him." Don't ------ take the death of the concubine out on your brother, it's really the concubine's own blessing, no wonder anyone. ”

"It's all in this field, and you still speak for them." Thinking of the blood book of Fan Shizi, Zhao Bohu is still uneasy.

Zhao Ji was in a hurry, and he struggled to get up: "If the husband doesn't agree to my brother's invitation, the concubine will die without turning a blind eye------"

"All right, ma'am, I promise you." Zhao Bohu panicked, and hurriedly supported his wife: "I promised my wife that I would immediately hand over the letter to Luoyi, ask the king for approval, and write to the prince to come to see him in the spring." ”

Zhaoji shook his head, and two lines of tears rolled across his face: "Husband, my brother's side is already hanging upside down, if you wait for King Zhou to write a book, you will have to send it back to Haojing to stamp your seal." Back and forth, I'm afraid that something will happen. ”

"What does that lady mean?" Zhao Bohu asked.

"You can write directly from the Prime Minister's Mansion to Fanguo, such matters are not military affairs, and they may not necessarily be known to the king. The husband sent a letter to Jiang Han on the one hand, and sent someone to inform the king on the other, wouldn't it be a penny? ”

"This ------" Zhao Bohu groaned, it is said that Ji Hu is not in power, although he holds the royal seal, but according to the etiquette, it can be used for non-military affairs. For general government affairs, only the seal of the prime minister's office is required. However, this matter involves his own private family, and there are some personal feelings in any way, so it seems inappropriate to act like this.

However, seeing that Zhao Ji's haggard face was full of hope and pleading, how could Zhao Bohu refuse ruthlessly? He nodded solemnly and with difficulty: "Just do as Madame asks." ”

Zhaoji let go of the hands that were clenching his cuffs, as if he had let go of his last breath, and fell softly on the pillow: "Husband, the concubine is blessed, and I can't serve you with the old white head." After the concubine went, Wan Wangfu didn't think of the concubine, and chose the famous lady to take care of the middle feed. In this way, the concubine also ------ laughed at the nine ------- springs-------"

The lanterns at the entrance of the Zhaofu were all replaced with plain white, and the inner and outer courtyards were full of plain light, and the sound of crying was heard from time to time. Summoning himself to be merciful to the orphans and children in the house, taking care of the housekeeping in an orderly manner, whether it is the slave in the house or the housekeeper in the outer courtyard, all of them are grateful for the grace of the master's mother, and the funeral is very grand.

The Prime Minister's Mansion lost two ladies with their surnames within a year, and there were no rumors in the pickaxe capital, is it that this young and handsome Xiangye is destined to be a wife? But this kind of unfounded gossip is like rootless duckweed, and the thread is broken when it is passed on, and no one really cares.

In the blink of an eye, Mrs. Zhaoji had already mourned, but the white lantern at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion was still hanging, and no one dared to remind Zhaobohu, for fear of causing unhappiness. People still hear the sad and desolate "Green Clothes" from the poplar forest in the back garden of the Prime Minister's Mansion at dusk every day, which flutters slowly along the bleak evening breeze, which makes people feel sad and crying.

"With such love and righteousness, calling the public is really a good person! What a blessing that Mrs. Ji is! "When the women of Hokyung hear "Green Clothes", they always have such feelings!

But Zhao Bohu is still immersed in his own sadness, and playing "Green Clothes" in the bamboo tower in the poplar forest at dusk is the only way he can soothe his heartache.

On the night of early winter, the full moon in the sky is bright and clear like a white jade plate, the evening breeze sweeps through the poplar forest, and pieces of golden and red leaves float into the bamboo building, and the trance is the petals flying from the moon palace. Summoning Bohu to play "Green Clothes" under the moon, desolate and distant, the aftermath is lingering——

Suddenly, a slightly hoarse roar echoed through the air, and the deep sound of the piano echoed in the cold early winter night: "Green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes." The worries of the heart, the maintenance of it! Green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes. The worry of the heart, the death of the mother! Green silk, thou shalt govern. I think of the ancients, so worry-free! It's bleak, and it's bleak. I think of the ancients, and I have won my heart! ”

The singing voice was hoarse and high-pitched, agitated and desolate, and the voice went straight to the hearts of people. But this voice was clear and somewhat familiar------ Zhao Bohu's heart moved, his eyes flashed with hope and bitterness, and he shouted at the poplar forest with red butterflies flying under the moonlight: "Is it Duoyou?" Are you here? ”

"Isn't it me, who else has come to see you, the new widower?" A light red shadow floated out of the poplar forest, and stepped on the high platform of the bamboo building in three or two clicks. is still the same cynical appearance, just a slightly hoarse voice, and the leather boots covered with dirt on his feet tell the story of his journey.

Zhao Bohu was both moved and disgusted: "Why are you here?" I specially sent myself to Luoyi to report the news, just in case you came back to see me regardless of it. The new tactics of the Eighth Division of Chengzhou have just taken shape, how can you, the military commander, leave your post without permission? ”

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry for you." Ji Duoyou waved his hands: "I didn't leave my post without permission, I asked the king." When the king heard about this, he was anxious, and he wanted to come back early, but he ------"

"I understand, I understand. How could the covenant of the princes be lost in the spring because of the funeral of a minister's wife? I saved it. ”

When Ji Hu heard the news, he did have the idea of leaving for Hojing immediately, but he still gave in under the persuasion of Rong Yi and the inner servant Jia. Although Zhao Bohu is the minister of the country, but Zhao Ji is still a minister's wife, if the co-lord of the world easily changes the place of pilgrimage of the princes in Laichun because of the funeral of a minister's wife, doesn't it give the world the truth, saying that Zhao Gonghu is an ambitious minister?

It was this last sentence that persuaded Ji Hu, and at this time, Ji Duoyou, who cared about his best friend, asked for leave and wanted to go back to Hojing to appease and visit his bereaved friend, how could Ji Hu not allow it?

Although the bamboo building is used as a piano platform, because of the call to Bohu often come to live for a long time, all the couch cases are complete.

"If Ziliang comes from afar, he must not have dinner yet!" Zhao Bohu waved his hand to Mi Bo, who was waiting in the audience: "The last two cases are wine and food." ”

When he said this, Ji Duoyou suddenly felt a sound in his abdomen, and when he felt slightly embarrassed, Zhao Bohu had already brought a plate of white and fluffy Hu Biscuits: "This is a mare's milk Hu Biscuit, which is intended to satisfy your hunger at will, and it is just right for your appetite." ”

Ji Duoyou nodded and picked up one to eat, and his stomach suddenly felt comfortable: "It seems that you must be hungry and full these days, and your diet is not regular, how can you give birth if you go on like this?" You're the one who picks the world on your shoulders. ”

As he spoke, Mi Bo had already returned with a copper plate in his left hand and a basket in his right hand, and under the six bright copper lamps, the two cases of wine and food were ready in a moment.