He paused, stood by for a moment, and spoke again.

"The princess has a good rest, and in a few days she will enter the palace to paint for His Majesty. I won't bother anymore. ”

"I will find out Zhao Zhongfang's whereabouts for the princess as soon as possible."

After he said respectfully, he stepped back and gently closed the door for her.

Chapter 49

Once again, Suyu fell into her familiar dream. Flowers, moon mist, liquid pools, beauties, and the sound of non-return from the depths of nowhere.

Not only that, but her dream was later sandwiched into an old and sick face. The faces of him and the palace beauty were intertwined in Su Yu's dream, sometimes overlapping, sometimes separated, looming, and finally transformed into a chaos where she couldn't see what it was, and she was completely wrapped in the center like a chrysalis, deeply glued, and couldn't even move a finger.

In the early morning rumbling street drums, she opened her eyes from a dream, and the whole person felt extremely tired and sad.

In the next few days of rest, Pei Xiaoyuan returned to what Qingtou had said about his usual early and late return, while she was busy, sending a letter to Yu Wenzhi, almost healing the abrasions on her wrists, and lending money to Qingtou to buy her designated light yarn tent, even if she had nothing to do, she would never let herself be idle and keep painting.

Lin Mingyuan also came to visit her. Painters and painters have begun to paint all kinds of required colors for the halls, hall beams, corridors and other places in the Shenshu Palace, but the murals in the Chongtian Hall have not yet been painted. The news that the emperor said that she was making a picture of the Queen Mother of the West in the Purple Cloud Palace had also spread. But when mentioning this matter, Lin Mingyuan didn't have much envy in his eyes, but he was a little afraid and didn't dare to ask anything. After all, the unfortunate experience of the previous envoy is still recalled, and I still have lingering palpitations.

Three days later, Su Yu appeared in the west hall of the Purple Cloud Palace. This time, she was still painting alone, and the eunuch named Yang Jae-en was by her side from morning to night, providing everything she needed and allowing her to stay in the palace.

Su Yu painted her aunt. Closing his eyes, the scenes he had spent with A-Niang when he was a child appeared in front of him. Her eyebrows, her beautiful eyes, her nose, and the two soft lips that kissed her hot forehead before she was called to leave that night.

She was reluctant to put too much of her own emotions into this mural.

After this mural is made, if there is no accident, it will remain here, with that person for a long time.

And the owner of this palace, her Ayah, the saint of the day, may not have the qualifications to face the person in the painting day and night, day and night.

She is afraid that her aunt may not be willing.

But this is her mother, the one who often dreams. Unless she doesn't love and has no feelings, how can she completely peel herself off when she paints her eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, hair, and even a fold on her clothes.

Su Yu couldn't control himself, and after the start, all the distractions dissipated, and he threw himself on the painting.

In this boundless world constructed with Qingdai Zhu Dan female yellow purple gold, her A-Niang incarnated as the Supreme Qing Ling Yuan Jun Yaochi Golden Mother, the only and noble goddess between heaven and earth who rules over the immortals. She lives in the Kunlun Yao Realm, where the fairy wood reaches the sky, the Ganoderma lucidum is like a fan, and the Qiongtai Jade Tower is ethereal all day long. The golden dragon drove for her, the colorful phoenix was her fan, the 10,000-year-old spirit turtle prostrated under her feet, and the immortals around her were clustered. Her countenance was holy and beautiful, and her eyes contained tenderness and wisdom. She has a red lip like a ling, the corners of which are slightly upturned, revealing a compassionate and mysterious smile. She is immortal and incompetent. She reproduces all things, rules yin and yang, promotes good and punishes evil. All life and death, eternal and transient, light and darkness, sun, moon and stars, are not up to her.

This is a dreamy perfect world without conspiracy, no killing, and no betrayal and disappointment, a world that belongs to A-Niang's eternal life.

In the middle of the night of the seventh day, after the rain finished the light in the eyes of the last stroke, she looked at the mother in the mural for a long time, slowly, she put down the pen, climbed down the painting ladder, if she had exhausted all her strength, slowly lay down under the gorgeous skirt of the Queen Mother of the West that was blown by the wind blowing and flying, under her gentle gaze, she quietly covered her eyes with the back of her hand, lay down for a long time, and got up from the ground.

Several palace eunuchs who stayed on duty at night stood far away in the corner of the hall, hanging their heads and hanging their necks in a nap, one of them suddenly woke up, looked up blankly, and found that the painter had gone, on the west wall, the west queen mother was pictured.

At this time, Su Yu's heart was still undulating. She walked out of the west hall and did not return to her temporary lodging in the palace. In order to facilitate her to paint at any time, Yang Zae-en gave her great freedom, so that she could walk in this silent night in the deep palace, and the guards hidden in the dark corner and behind the palace gate did not stop her. In this way, she passed through the continuous halls, corridors and palace walls alone, and under the guidance of her dreams, she finally came to the pool of flowers and forests that she had lost countless times in her dreams.

The spring flowers in the woods are falling, the ditch water flows silently, and there is no hazy spring moon in the dream, and there is no trace of the beauty. This corner is located in the northwest corner of the palace, and no one should have come here to enjoy the scenery for many years. The wind blew, and the treetops of the forest arches that abruptly stood in the deep blue night sky swayed, and the dense branches made a noise, as if countless ghosts and ghosts were about to pounce out from behind to devour people.

The waning moon was dim, and the water was pitch black, like an endless black water of hell.

The figure of Su Yu stayed by the pond in the barren forest in the corner of the palace in the middle of the night, and his body gradually became cold.

There was a faint sound of the palace leakage of the third watch in his ears. She turned around slowly, followed the same path and stepped through the barren grass back to the Ziyun Palace, wanting to pack up her painting tools and go back to her bedroom. When he reached a corner door leading to the west hall, he stopped.

The Emperor did not know when he came, and stood with his back to her in front of the mural she had finished painting in the middle of the night. Yang Zaien led the palace eunuch and stood aside with his hands hanging down from afar.

This is the first time in many days that Su Yu has seen the face of her, the emperor Aya.

She had been painting here for the past few days, and he had never shown his face again.

Su Yu didn't dare to enter again, and quietly stopped behind the corner gate, looking at the back in the hall.

On the left, right and in front of the mural wall, the giant candles used for lighting are lit day and night. In the bright light, the emperor raised his head slightly, although he could not see his face at the moment, but he could also know that he was looking at the goddess on the wall who was walking down to him on the wind, her feet were nailed to the ground, her back was staring, motionless.

I don't know how long it has been, a palace eunuch with an anxious face walked into the gate of the palace, looking left and right, as if he had something to report.

At this moment, the emperor walked towards the mural opposite him. He stopped under the wall where Su Yufang was lying, raised his arm, stretched out his hand, and slowly pointed forward, to touch the corner of the skirt of the goddess on the wall.

Yang Jaeen's eyes shot at the palace eunuch who was entering, and his fingers quickly reached his mouth. The palace eunuch was silent. He then walked away softly, and after whispering a few times, he motioned for the palace eunuch to withdraw, turned his head, looked at the back, and walked over gently, silently stopping nearby.

The emperor's outstretched hand still failed to touch the wall after all.

There was only a trace of distance left from the gold-dusted dress, and the hand stopped in mid-air. If there is an invisible wall, stand in front of it.

After a moment, the Emperor slowly lowered his hand and continued to stare in front of the wall.

"The people haven't left yet?" Suddenly, the emperor asked in a low voice.

"Yes. King Kang and Feng Zhenping hadn't left yet, and were still kneeling at the foot of the steps outside the main hall. Fang just said...... said that Feng Zhenping fainted. Yang Zaien hurriedly took a few steps up and said carefully.

The case of the painting boat led by Han Kerang has been reported. After investigation, it is suspected that a Azusa under the workshop took revenge on his boss for his harsh treatment, and did something when building a ship, cutting the mortise and tenon of a piece of the ship's bottom in advance, and only glutinous glue was glued. In this way, when the boat sailed to the center of the lake, under the waves, the rice glue dissolved, and the bottom of the boat broke, thus causing the tragedy of that day.

The Azusa man committed suicide by poisoning himself on the day of the incident. The crown prince is not strict, and there is a crime of negligence. In the past few days, Liu Hou, Liu Ceye, Chen Sida and others have all been interceding for the prince. After a month of confinement, things will be more or less the same.

And Feng Zhenping's side led King Kang, who had not recovered from a serious illness, into the palace early this morning to ask for a meeting. King Kang wept bitterly and regretted that he had not been able to take away the second county lord that day. Feng Zhenping endured the pain of losing his son, and he didn't even have time to handle the funeral, so he confessed on behalf of King Kang. A few days ago, he couldn't see the emperor's face, and when he got up early this morning, he knelt down until this moment, and finally fainted due to physical exhaustion.

"What a sin! Tomorrow morning, ask them to discuss by themselves, see that the seal is very suitable, posthumously confer a knighthood on the son of the Feng family, and handle the funeral. ”

"That's it. If you don't leave, you will drive everyone out of the palace. I am tired, and I wait to go to bed. ”

The Emperor's voice sounded flat and tired.

Yang Zaien responded and immediately walked out.

The Emperor also turned around and went back to the house. After walking a few steps, suddenly, the body shook slightly, as if he felt dizzy, and then, after a few more steps, he bent down silently, and slowly, the person fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty!"

Yang Zaien heard the movement behind him, turned his head to look, and ran back in shock, holding the emperor while shouting people.

The people in the temple immediately became a mess. Someone rushed to the house, and soon, the dumb supervisor arrived in a panic with a pill plate.

At this time, Yang Zaien, together with several sturdy palace eunuchs, carried the emperor into the small pavilion where Su Yu had observed the painting that day, and carefully lay down on the bed.

The emperor's brows were furrowed, his face was sallow, and cold sweat was rolling out of his forehead. The dumb eunuch who served the medicine every day took out a pill, Yang Zaien raised the emperor's body slightly, stuffed it into a cushion behind his waist, and then took the warm water handed by the palace eunuch, and was about to send it up, so that the emperor and the water could take the medicine, and Su Yu, who followed the door of the small pavilion, couldn't help it anymore, rushed in, and took away the pill in the dumb eunuch's hand.

Yang Zaien and the palace eunuchs were stunned when they saw this, and they all turned their heads and looked at her with wide eyes.

"Can't eat any more!"

"Go and call the Imperial Doctor!"

Only then did the palace eunuchs react, looking at each other and motionless, as if they didn't know how to deal with such an unprecedented scene.

At this moment, the emperor, who was lying on the bed, suddenly let out a muffled moan, and then slowly opened his eyes, struggling to focus on the painter who suddenly appeared.

It is impossible to return the rain. She gritted her teeth, squeezed the pill she had just snatched tightly in her palm, pinched it softly, and knelt in front of the bed, holding back the tears that were about to gush out, and hung her head deeply.

"The first emperor sought immortals, Han Wu sought gods, who has ever cultivated the right fruit and obtained eternal life? The body is in pain, when looking for too much medicine! ”

When the palace eunuch in the small pavilion heard this, he was terrified.

After Yang Zaien woke up from his initial stunnedness, his eyes only kept turning between the emperor and the kneeling rain, as if with a little hope that he usually did not dare to mention, and did not step forward to forcibly stop him.

However, at this moment, when he heard her say such words, he also changed his face completely with great horror.

He looked at the half-opened emperor on the bed in a panic, and said in a sharp voice: "Bold! Palm! Get out! ”

As he spoke, he called for someone to drag her out.

The two palace eunuchs near her came back to their senses and hurriedly came up, wanting to drag people away with her left and right.

Su Yu pointed to the direction of the mural outside the pavilion and said, "If Empress Zhaode is still there now, she will never sit back and watch Her Majesty avoid medical treatment and indulge in pills." ”

The crowd trembled. The emperor looked at the painter in front of his bed, his face showed a somewhat strange expression, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it. Suddenly, the whole person was tightly grasped by a new wave of pain, and he couldn't breathe, and closed his eyes again.

"What are you waiting for? Don't call the Imperial Doctor yet! ”

Su Yu turned his head and shouted at Yang Jae-en.

Yang Jae-eun looked at the emperor and did not react.

Inviting the imperial doctor was also his idea all along, but the emperor had never spoken before, how could he dare to disobey his orders, he didn't expect such a turn for the better tonight. At this time, he didn't care whether it was the emperor's acquiescence or the emperor's weakness to speak out against it.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said to a palace eunuch: "Go and pass the imperial doctor!" Fast! ”

The palace eunuch heard the words and rushed out.

Soon, the two imperial doctors on duty at night in the Imperial Doctor's Department rushed to hear the news and used golden needles to relieve the emperor's pain and urge him to fall asleep. Subsequently, under the command of Yang Zaien, many people carried the emperor back to the Jingsha with a soft chariot. Then he sent people out of the palace overnight, and summoned the rest of the imperial doctors who had not been able to see the emperor's face for several months, and entered the palace for consultation to study the medicine.

In the second half of the night, the palace leak sounded four watches.

The west hall became empty, and everyone was gone, leaving only one of them, if forgotten.

There is no summons in the ashram, and she can't get in.

There's no need for that either.

She finally left this place as well, and returned to her previous residence behind the Divine Palace in a trance.

She didn't light the lamp, and sat in the darkness with her sweaty hands on her lap, still drenched in one place, waiting for the dawn.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door.

Her heart skipped a beat. After a pause, he got up, dragged his heavy legs, walked over, and slowly opened the door.

Outside the door stood a dark shadow of a young man.

It's Pei Xiaoyuan.

He stayed in the palace tonight.

"Come with me. I'll take you somewhere. ”

"Zhao Zhongfang should be there."

He leaned a little closer and whispered.

Chapter 50

Out of Chang'an, in the direction of a hundred miles to the northwest, in the depths of the mountain, in the center of the two ridges, on a treasure land known as the Shuanglong arch, there is a mausoleum with a towering seal.

This is the mausoleum of Empress Zhaode. Empress Zhaode, who died early, rests in this Xuangong that belongs to her alone, occupying all the feng shui and regulating the grand tomb of the Emperor Kanbi.

The haze that had fallen from the sky last night had not yet cleared, and the sky was covered with a thick layer of crab shell blue. Before dawn, in the dim dawn, an old palace eunuch dressed in gray walked slowly out of the door of the cemetery.

Holding a broom tied with bamboo branches in his hand, he slowly walked to the Shinto Road and swept away the dead branches and grass that had been swept away by the wind last night.

Wan Lai was still immersed in the silence of last night. A few mountain birds perched on nearby wild branches for the night were frightened, flapped their wings and flew away, turned into black spots, and disappeared into the mountain forest at the end of the mausoleum.

The old palace eunuch's body was rickety, his eyebrows were gray, his face was crushed by suffering, full of silent wrinkles, and one leg also had a problem, the length of the left and right sides was uneven, so he could only drag the stump leg limp forward, and it was not convenient to move. But that didn't affect what he was doing in the slightest.

After cleaning the long straight Shinto path outside the mausoleum gate, the sky was getting brighter, and he took off the dust hanging from his waist again, limped to the tall stone Weng Zhong standing on both sides of the Shinto, and began to dust the dust that fell on his back.