After waking up, I stayed in bed almost every day for half a month, because of two injuries and rain, and in the middle caused a fever and almost an infection. So that the whole person has not been good until now, Mo Yi is resolutely accompanied to the end, maybe the accident last time made her feel a sense of crisis, almost inseparable. I can only accept these facts, so that I have not ended my life because there should be some unfinished things in this world, and the worst is to die alone. What are you afraid of when you have no desire in your heart? Despite this effort, I tried my best to convince myself, but most of the time I was still reticent and reluctant to make contact with the outside world. Maybe it's because of my body, but I'm getting more and more silent.

Moyi would talk to me non-stop, but I would smile or hum once in a while. She briefly told me that no one had come to see us after looking for a short time, and the prince had not even come to see us, but he had sent a doctor to come to diagnose and treat him at any time, and he also provided medicinal materials on time, and the rest was not moving, and it was quiet like a neglected desolate area. But I don't care. I'm used to being so quiet. Mo Yi always couldn't stand it and complained about the prince, and always asked me, "How can the prince be so ruthless?" How can the young lady treat you like this? No matter what, you're also her wife. I didn't know how to answer her, so I smiled faintly and said, "It's okay." "These days always feel extra lonely, every moment of looking forward to the nightfall, counting the days of being here. There is food, drink, and shelter, and there is nothing missing, but I often miss the figure of working hard under the blurred neon lights.

After a month of going on like this, they were on the verge of collapse. When the body is completely good, I want to think about finding something to do, so I want to turn my place upside down first, so I don't feel in the mood to look at it, and it's unbearable. This is the first time I've done something so thoughtfully here. During the time when I was tossing the room and the yard, the last one repeatedly persuaded me to let others do it, but I refused to do it, and then simply gave up, so I had to help me clean it up together. After a few days, she and I stood in the middle of the room, looking at the rearranged room with satisfaction. Many useless furnishings were removed from the main hall in the middle, and the tables and chairs were replaced with cool brown. Turning the original layout, I left a large part of the area near the west empty, and I transformed it into a study that was just right.

A desk was set up near the window. When I opened the two windows, there was just a patch of wild chrysanthemums outside, which I had specially migrated. The afterglow of this curtain will gradually fade over my desk, casting a strong afterglow. The extremely lingering and restrained beam of light makes me feel particularly flavorful. The white and blue of the bedroom on the south side is not a little messy and variegated, with a little gray-white and a little other color embellishment, which is eye-catching, and the dresser by the window is placed with the cactus I planted myself. Slightly to the side of the bed and on the table in the middle were freshly plucked pure white stars. The whole thing looks pure and bright. "Miss, it's so beautiful, I don't know how to describe it, how did you do it. How did everything change after you got better, and now even your habits have changed. I smiled and thought to myself, "I'm a photographer." Looking at these changes, I exhaled deeply and felt much more relaxed. Looking back, Mo Yi sincerely showed a strong smile. She was a little stunned from time to time. "Miss, you're finally smiling."

After my own toss, I can see it here. There is also a sense of relaxation when you take a break every day. In the days since, I have also been learning to adapt here, such as adapting to Moyi's care, adapting to them doing all the chores, adapting to their attitude towards me, and adapting to me going to find small things to do when I have nothing to do. I spend most of the day in the study, but I didn't expect that a college student who came here became illiterate and couldn't read ancient texts. Looking through those heavenly books, I basically rely on guessing. I despised myself several times in my heart. Writing with a brush is even more crooked, and I can't believe that one day my words can be ugly to a new height. However, I practice calligraphy every day, so that my heart will settle down little by little. I used the calligraphy of the ancients to write the sentences in my heart, and every stroke I described was modern words, and looking at them stinged my eyes. Write them down one by one, and hide them one by one.

When I woke up that day, during breakfast, I asked Sueichi, "Is there a piano here?" "Yes, miss, have you forgotten, it's your favorite." "Can your prince hear the piano playing in the courtyard?" "Miss is thinking about the prince, but this is the most remote residence in the palace, and the prince is a little far away from here, probably unheard." The last one said in embarrassment. I can't just do nothing and eat and drink for nothing every day. I'm not from here, and I can't get used to living like this. He had a sword in his hand that day, so I thought he was practicing there and happened to be disturbed by me. It's still quite close to the backyard, and going there to play should attract his attention, and the next day the sky is slightly bright, and the last one took the piano and accompanied me to the back door, and the guards still haven't retreated, and I understand the helplessness and resignation here.

Understand the laws of growth and the natural food chain here. Without saying anything, he sat down at the door. I stroked the body a little nervously. I used to learn the guqin because I liked it, but it was only the basics. I relied on my memory and feel to play jerky. Over and over again, I played my feelings seriously. It also ignores the feelings of the people around it. The sun gradually climbed into the sky, shedding golden grains of light. It was a fruitless day, and I didn't think about giving up. On the second day there was no movement, and on the third day there was still no sign of him, and I began to doubt my own judgment. But on the morning of the fourth day, not long after he bounced, his figure appeared here, his face cold and expressionless. The last one knelt on the ground and anxiously pulled my skirt, signaling that I would kneel and worship the prince. I stood up and looked at him, nervously speaking, "I have something to say." "Do you want to hit someone while you're playing the piano?" It's hard to hear. He didn't shy away from saying, "I know, isn't it hard to hear you come over?" I whispered.

It wasn't yet dawn. He walked straight past me into the courtyard, leaving a cool breeze past me. He walked forward without speaking, neither fast nor slow. I also quietly followed behind me, keeping my distance. After returning that day, I couldn't get rid of that scene at night, and I was concentrating on practicing my sword when I suddenly bumped into a white figure. She ran around in earnest, but she didn't notice the existence of this king. Unconsciously walked over, saw her exhaling heavily, drenched in a drizzle of casual appearance, and caught a glimpse of her at the corner of departure slightly tilted her head and looked sadly into the distance, feeling that the whole background behind her was infected. The aura exuded by the whole person is beautiful and ethereal. The silence when not speaking feels mysterious and detached. She has such charisma." Gong Nandui thought secretly in her heart.

Three days ago, there was a sudden burst of piano music from her yard, jerky and stuttering with unconsciously sad whimpering, and the listener couldn't swallow or breathe, and was uncomfortably stuck at the pause. I really want to reach out and pull out the clump of things that gnaw at the nerves. It disturbed my interest in practicing swords. But the sound of the piano was talked about for four days in a row, and it was unbearable. Just about to enter her room, "Are you going in?" Her voice was warm and unfamiliar. Isn't this king able to enter his princess's room? "What princess, I don't know you." I thought silently in my heart, but I didn't say it. As soon as he stepped in, he clearly felt that he was stunned. I looked at the side of his face in confusion, and he glanced back at me with contempt and asked, "You got it?" I nodded. Very clean. "I didn't care. He sat down in the chair with a dark face, and I walked over and sat next to him. Looking down at the ground and thinking about how to speak, it was strange to say this to him.

"Do you have any rules, did this king let you sit?" The stern voice scared me for a moment before I could react

"Huh? This is my room, and you are still sitting on the throne. ”

"Don't you have a little bit of dignity in your eyes?"

"We are all human beings, and who is nobler than whom? Respect is for each other, not for one person, only the surrender of the heart, not the superficial coping, so that everyone is not interesting. Again, I couldn't hold back my words.

The air was really quiet again, Gong Nandui had never heard such words, but they still came from Leng Chiwan's mouth, such serious and cold words for profit were really ironic and ridiculous, making people speechless for a while. I saw his angry eyes and realized that he was dead again, and I tried to regain my composure and not let myself appear too weak, "I'm not used to eating and drinking for nothing, so," I pursed my lips and looked out from time to time to hide my embarrassment. But he didn't make a sound for a long time, so I had to stare at him. He looked at me speechlessly, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence: "Leng Chiwan, did you burn your brain out of that fire?" "Ah, what fire?" "Forget it, this king is not interested in wasting time with you, that's all you have to say, then there is no need to say it again." "It's normal, I don't have anything to eat and live with you. I can do it for you. "Leng Chiwan, just say what you want to do, don't play with your mind in front of me." I could only look at him and say very seriously, "I didn't." ”

After a pause, I stood up again, looked down at him, and said lightly, "I don't know what my name is, I don't know what happened before I woke up, I don't know where this is, who are you." There are many more unknown and unknown. What mind am I going to play? I will not nor disdain. ”

He looked back at me, his eyes mixed with so much emotion that I didn't mean to explore. His tone was cold, and he asked lightly, "Then what do you want to do?" "I want to do something to offset all this, and if you want to pay for the moon, you can do it." "If you want to work so much, you should be on duty for this king, and you should be on call during my official business, and serve this king at any time, are you still satisfied with this errand?" He stared at me disdainfully and said. "Okay, what about the time?" "Tomorrow morning, I will come back and go directly to the study." He lazily dropped the sentence and left. "Finally, I have something to do to kill the boring time, I can learn ancient Chinese, and I can earn some money by the way. It's a good job. I thought to myself.

"Miss, what are you laughing at, why did you forget to say hello when you saw the prince, this is a big disrespect, the prince didn't blame you." I shook my head and went to the box where I was keen, and turned out all the colorful variegated clothes inside. He said to the last one, "Give these to them, I only leave the white ones, and I will go to the prince's study to serve tomorrow." "What, how can the prince let Miss you go on an errand, you are the princess, those things are all done by subordinates." Moichi walked over quickly, grabbed my hand, and said worriedly. I was still a little unaccustomed to pulling out, "It's okay, I'll go by myself." "Ah, why, Miss, you are a dignified princess, how can you go and do the business of others? Is the prince so intolerant of you?" I smiled a little helplessly and said, "Moyi, you have been here for a long time, when will he go to the morning court." ”

"Miss, why do you always call him the prince?" She saw that I didn't intend to answer this question, so she continued, "The prince usually returns home in the morning, but there are also times when the affairs are busy, and he will not come back until the middle of the day. I hummed lightly, then turned around and went into the study to continue practicing my handwriting, and finally I was able to read some. Smelling the scent of ink, I slowly felt a sense of stability in my heart.

The sun rises the next day. I got up and started freshening up. The last one came in and combed my long hair, and I was a little worried about this long waterfall-like hair, and I felt that it was very cumbersome. The last one carefully selected some jewelry for me to wear, but I refused, "Miss, why don't you dress up well when you go to see the prince, you don't apply fat powder, and now you don't even wear some hairpin decorations." "It's okay, it's as simple as it gets." "I raised my hand and gently lifted the strands of hair on one side at will, and then pulled up a little strand of hair from the other side, and picked up a white ribbon with a slight bluish and tied it back, delicate and neat." The young lady seems to be getting better and better. No matter how you get it, it looks down-to-earth and generous. I smiled politely as an answer.

After a quick breakfast, I walked out alone. I haven't been out for a long time. Without thinking about it, I hurried to the prince's study along the route I had taken last time. Walking to this bamboo forest again, I suddenly remembered where his study was for important things, and it was not easy to find them one by one when it was so big. If you ask the guards and maids on duty, will it cause any trouble, and then it will be even more difficult. I stopped where I was, "What should I do, who is good?" and hesitated to walk forward, and I saw a courtyard, I wasn't sure if it was the same residence I heard him say last time. I stood faintly anxiously on the side of the road, tugging at the leaves on the flowers and plants. The errand people who sometimes walked by from time to time on the road, the sun had risen to the top, it should not be early, I was helpless and was about to intercept the little girl in front of me and ask.

"What are you doing standing here?" A calm and arrogant voice rang behind his ears. The people passing by bowed their heads and asked for peace, and they didn't forget to peek at us after leaving. "I don't know where your study is." "Let's go, I'm going to go too." He looked at me and said lightly. I hurriedly followed him and almost couldn't keep up, it was really long legs and big steps. Stepping into his study, the slightest coolness emanated from the bottom of his heart, everything was simple and orderly, like his people were cold and distant. Half of it is the tea table and chair for receiving visitors, and the other side is the study, with two large checkered bookcases and a large sandalwood table adjacent to each other, which he uses for his office.

He walked straight to the table and chair alone, and began to go about his own business, as if he had eliminated me from another world, or maybe he never felt that there was another me here. I stood awkwardly, because I was a stranger and didn't know where to stand, and I didn't know what to do, and he didn't have any clear instructions, so I hesitated and crept over to his desk to see if there was anything I needed help with.

He just bowed his head and dealt with some official documents there, as if it was some correspondence with the ministers of the Wen Dynasty and some other official matters, I was inconvenient to intervene and felt that it was not very appropriate to stand here, which made people embarrassed and uncomfortable. Fortunately, he didn't reject me from standing next to him. I pretended I didn't know anything and didn't move. Sometimes I stared at the official business he was handling, and sometimes I looked around at the furnishings to ease my not too calm heart. The dead silence in the study gnawed at every cell of mine. The nerves that make me go back and forth are clear and tense, and every minute and second is slowly tormenting. I tried my best to restrain myself, and I appeared calm. The official documents and letters he had read or dealt with were hastily piled up on my side, and the piled up more and more.

Consistency somewhat hindered his work efficiency, I looked awkward and tried to carefully clean up one or two for him, he didn't say anything and didn't object, I boldly put away the books he pushed over one by one, for his convenience, I sorted out the letters and official documents separately, and some dates I will carefully arrange them in chronological order, and after finishing them, they will be gently removed and placed on the extra long board of the bookcase on one side. Then I continued to stand on one side and wait for him to push the official documents, sometimes he threw a mess, and I would silently go around the table and come to the other side to clean up for him. "Burn that one." His calm and indifferent voice came. "Is this the one?" I asked earnestly, holding the letter in my hand. "Hmm," he replied without raising his head. I took the letter and walked to the table behind the screen in front of me, but I couldn't find anything to burn anywhere, and I was embarrassed to ask when I looked at him. I looked forward again, and I really couldn't find anything like a candle, so I asked, "What do you burn, but I didn't find a candle." He looked up at me and pointed to the small bookcase at the back of the bookshelf that was diagonally opposite him. I walked over a little weakly, muttering in my heart, "Why didn't I see a bookcase here?" and I slowly walked over to his bookcase after dealing with it. "Grind some more." "Yes, yes," I replied commandingly. I learned to grind for me as Suichi usually did, adding an appropriate amount of water while grinding with moderate intensity. "Okay" "yes, that's it. "I moved the inkstone to him, and accidentally spilled a few drops of ink and dripped on the table. I was a little embarrassed and hurriedly wiped my handkerchief away, my cheeks were slightly hot, but fortunately he didn't bother with me.

When I have some free time, I'll walk over and bring him some tea from a teacup, and bring it to him within reach. After he had dealt with some things, he would also bring some books and look through them casually, so I consciously walked to the small bookcase diagonally opposite to have some tea, and then silently flipped through some things. In this space where only the two of us exist, there is usually silence most of the time, and there is also a thick embarrassment of being at a loss. He would suddenly stand up silently and walk to the side of the table or elsewhere, and I would immediately follow him quietly in case he had any orders. But usually he returns to his small seat with a little embarrassment. He wouldn't tell me what I still needed to accomplish, or what I should work with, or even where he would go for the time being. He didn't say much, I didn't ask. When he went out to leave, I sat quietly in my place and quietly practiced calligraphy, waiting for him to come back. I'm like the most transparent being. This duty errand is not tiring, but always maintain a vigilant and apprehensive heart, and at the end of the day, I am a little powerless. When the rays of sunlight begin to thin out, dissipating the fierce and dazzling noonday, ushering in the most soft and restrained twilight. I would politely say, "I'll go back first." "Hmm," he replied lightly. When I get back to my own courtyard, I breathe a sigh of relief. Perhaps because I had a little hope and a place to return in my heart, after dinner, I began to slowly feel a little sleepy after soaking in the warm bathtub. As soon as I lay on the bed, I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Sleep till dawn.

At the same hour, I finally found the study with the memories of yesterday. He did not allow anyone to step into his study without permission, and no one could get close to the bookcase where he worked. Thinking like this, I pushed the door and walked in, but before he came, I walked over to his bookcase, and carefully sorted it out, and the bookcase was full of messy marks left by him before he left yesterday. Documents, books, letters, brushes, and other cluttered little things lay there crookedly. I rearranged it and put it in the right place, picked up the brush and cleaned it carefully, inserted it into the pen holder on the side in order, scrubbed the table with clean water, and looked at the sandalwood table that was already neat and orderly, and I smiled with satisfaction. Then he walked to the tea table and let people exchange for new tea, and then gently opened the bamboo windows on all sides, and held them with supports, revealing a space that is not too big or small, and the cool breeze in the morning is mixed with the unique damp smell of flowers and plants, which is refreshing. I leaned in front of the bamboo window and quietly looked out the window.

There were heavy footsteps. I turned my head to see that he was coming, and I picked up my spirits to look at him, and he walked straight over and sat down there. I walked over gently. He looked at everything on the desk and didn't say a word, nor did he frown in disgust, but quietly began to deal with the affairs, and the corners of my mouth raised with reassurance. I still prepared the official documents for him to be processed, and then arranged the processed texts. Sharpen the ink for him, and even dip the brush he needs to use and hand it to him. They will still do their own things in their spare time. There is hardly any communication on it. Occasionally, he would get up and pick up some books that needed to be read, and I would practice my calligraphy with some interest. "Late" "Huh? I looked up at him, "You go to the bottom of the middle of the bookshelf in the next room and get some shengxuan." He looked at me and said with his usual seriousness, expressionless face. I got up and nodded, and walked briskly outside. According to what he said, I walked into the next room, wow, it turned out that there were so many books and rice paper or something, I silently thought about finding the middle layer and drawing a few volumes of raw propaganda and hurried back, he was looking down at something next to a few cases. "That, is this it?" I walked up to him and asked weakly, "Hmm" He picked up a scroll and walked over. I found a spare place to arrange the rest of the raw rice paper. Then I continued to go back to practice my calligraphy, and sometimes he would come to me suddenly, and I would quietly cover up what I had written, and look at him with a weak heart. Later, I simply thought to myself, "I still deal with what I can do, and I won't wander around in front of him without any orders he has, so as to avoid embarrassment for all of us." "When I thought about it, I sat there calmly and stared at what I had written, in a daze.

"You come here"

"Me?" I looked at him quizzically, and he nodded as he was busy with what he was doing. I walked over and stood in front of the sandalwood table, he looked up at me, and then looked down at me with a brush, and then looked at me from time to time, and then looked down to paint, "Is he going to draw me, why do you want to draw me?" I muttered in my heart and was a little embarrassed to stand face to face with him. "Laugh a little." He said lightly, and I reluctantly bent my mouth. "Alright," I breathed a sigh of relief when he said that. "Look how fake your smile is." He quickly picked up some drawing paper to show me and spoke his mind earnestly, and I only saw some outlines in a hurry. He didn't say anything more, and I smiled and turned and walked over. I began to mumble in my heart again, "Take me just to try the color, and I want to smile beautifully." When the sun was getting west, he got up and went to put some of the shelves on the shelves and some of the bookshelves, and I consciously walked over and went along with him to sort them out. The official text on the bookcase, some of the books he used to read, and some of them that I don't know what they were, were all rearranged and partially placed in the bookcase. "Bring me some of the rulers next door," he suddenly patted me on the back and said, "Okay" I walked out without paying attention on the surface, but in my heart I remembered the gentleness with which he patted my back, and my heart rippled faintly. I have always been careful and quick to complete his orders. But I also saw a lot of things that were used by ancient people.

Every day, I always end this bondage of seconds when twilight just comes. But lately, I don't reject this feeling in my heart. After all, I was on duty next to him, and out of politeness, I would always report to him when I wanted to escape, "Aren't you leaving, then I'll go first" "Well, stand down" He would also look at me and reply lightly. But as soon as I stepped out of the door, "Chi Wan" his cool voice came from behind, I turned around and looked at him like that, "My name is Gong Nan Dui" "Hmm" I nodded, Gong Nan Du looked at Leng Chi Wan who was looking at himself in an orange residual light, plain white gauze skirt, white blue ribbon lightly curled hair bundles, a burst of water, shadows and shadows, a slight smile on the innocent little face, a pair of clear talking eyes with obvious alienation and the kind of embarrassed dodge that I just met. Unconsciously with a warm smile in his eyes, he stood there and looked back at her.