Qing Yan

"Peach blossoms, scorching its flowers. The son returns home, suitable for his family..."

The palm, which is as white as jade, is covered with brown, rough bark, rubbing it, letting the unevenness of the trunk hurt my palm.The woman murmured the song "Taoyao" softly, describing what that person used to be like.

It was in this peach forest that the man's smile was as bright as a peach blossom, and the figure of the young Xiujun walked towards him slowly.She showed her face to herself, showed her teeth, and smiled. At that moment, there were a lot of falling flowers, and peach blossoms all over the tree fell on her dazzling red brocade robe, so the red ones became redder, and the bright ones became more colorful.

It's just that, it's not enough.

She blinked at herself again, and suddenly a branch of rice red and a lovely peach blossom appeared in front of her eyes, as if it was a surprise that fell from the sky.

"Qingqing, when you grow up, you will be my wife, okay?"

At that time, I had already learned "Three Hundred Poems" from my master, so I naturally knew the song "Taoyao" to congratulate the bride.Twelve or thirteen-year-old girls, even if they are educated and reasonable, are ultimately shy in this situation.So in an instant, his face was redder than that man's red robe, and then he ran away in despair.

But the man panicked, dodged in front of him, and blocked his way, with a panicked look on his face: "Qingqing, you...are you angry?"

At that time, I blushed and bit my lip, feeling ashamed and worried that the man might be sick from the hot sweat on his head.

Seeing that he was silent, the man became even more anxious, and suddenly embraced himself: "Qingqing, you can beat me and scold me, as long as you don't get angry, if you get angry, I... I will feel bad..."

The thoughts of children are the most difficult to understand——

Sourness and grievances inexplicably surged into her, and as she tightened her arms around her budding body, the teardrops soaked her red robe in pairs and strings, leaving red marks all over her. Like the peach branch that the man couldn't let go in a panic, squeezed on his plain skirt, becoming Taoyao's blood and tears.

In the howling wind, Jing Yan felt itchy on his cheeks.She knew that it was the strong wind trying to dry the tears from her eyes.

She didn't care about the tears, let alone the wind, she just stared at the clump of dead branches in front of her eyes, and murmured infatuatedly: "Are you blaming me? You blaming me, all the peach forests will be melted!" It's a dead branch...you should blame me...ten years, ten years, I didn't have the courage to come here...but today, I finally have the qualifications to come...you have a spirit in the sky, can you see it?"

She has been indulging in her own world all the way, but she is anxious to others.

"Master is dressed so thinly, how could it be possible?" Si Mo muttered to himself.She had tried to put on winter clothes for Jing Yan twice before, but Jing Yan refused both times, and she still stubbornly wore the old clothes of Hongmei Aoxue.

Bingbi was also anxious, but she grew up with Jing Yan, so she knew what Jing Yan was thinking at the moment: "Fei Gong" returned to Da Zhou, the female assassin back then was dead, and the revenge of the late emperor was avenged. Only the Empress Dowager had the courage to come to Sichen Palace to pay homage to the heroic spirit of the late emperor.

After all, this is where the two first fell in love.

As the two of them walked along the way, how they were childhood sweethearts, how they loved each other, and how they parted from life to death, Bingbi can see most clearly.She stared at Jing Yan's increasingly thinner back, and also felt sad.

"Director Wei," Bingbi quietly approached Wei Qin who was standing silently behind, and lowered his voice, "Look, master is like this, how can we persuade him?"

Wei Qin was still calm, and said gently: "Girl, relax, the old man has been properly settled."

The Queen Mother was still weeping at the dead branches of the peach tree in the cold wind, where did she deal with it?Where is it right?

Bingbi couldn't help but slander.

Not allowing her to think about it, Jing Yan's voice came from Xiao Xiaofeng: "Serve ink, prepare sacrifices! Hold pens, burn incense!"

"...Floating life like this, with a sudden pale face. Old tears from the traces, still stained with shark silk...Looking at Zhu Chengbi with the wine of the residual cold and sickness. The peach blossoms in the hometown, mourning into death..."

Jing Yan's mournful and desolate voice, like weeping and complaining, lingers in the peach grove of dead branches and leaves in the middle of winter in Sichen Palace.The wind is rustling, the snow is falling, not only the people present, but even the sky and the earth seem to be infected by the desolation in her sacrificial text.At this moment, heaven and earth mourn together.

Gently wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes with a brush, Shi Mo suppressed his sobbing, even Wei Qin was no longer calm, his eyes were flushed with only a sigh.

The parallel prose is neat and elegant, but Jing Yan is weeping blood.She said one sentence at a time, facing the old person in the sky, the scenes of the past flashed through her mind, and her heart ached like a twist.

Facing this peach grove, she stroked every peach tree that the person in her memory had picked peach blossoms for her, and her voice became more and more trembling and hoarse——

"... Woohoo! Ten years of life and death, Huangquan and green fall. Where are the emperors and empresses!"

As soon as the word "in" came out, Jing Yan felt a fishy sweetness welling up in his throat.

puff--

The black and purple blood stains wet the white snow in front of him.

All feelings are fleeing from her quickly.Everything became blurred and ignorant in an instant.

She heard the maid's exclamation, she saw the dead branches of the peach grove flying in front of her, and she felt the ice and snow slipping under her feet... However, these all seemed to come from another world, and there seemed to be a long distance between her and that world. A layer of veil, which cannot be worn through or seen through.

Her slender body drifted helplessly in the wind, just like the peach blossoms around that person that day——

Is it possible to float to that person's side, to that person's arms by floating like this?

Jing Yan fantasized so foolishly that a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

so good...

Suddenly, she felt her body fall to the ground.

It's not the ground of ice and snow, how can ice and snow have such a warm temperature?

If it is not a hard stone, how can a stone have such a soft touch...and a refreshing breath?

breath……

Jing Yan was terrified by the familiar scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.She suddenly changed color, and with the last trace of clarity, she tried her best to open her eyes——

At the point of entry is Yu Wenrui's face wet with tears.

Worry-free... crying?

Who caused Wuyou to cry?

Jing Yan's heart throbbed again, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on Yu Wenrui's plain robe.

Kuntai Palace.

"What's the matter?" Yu Wenrui's face was slumped, his voice was hoarse, seeing Shi Ran let go of Jing Yan's wrist, he couldn't help getting closer to the bed.

But the person on the bed had his eyes tightly closed and his lips were bloodless, completely unaware of how worried she was.

Shi Ran let out a long breath, "Fortunately, the queen mother took the medicine on time a few days ago, and the phoenix body can still support it, otherwise... the consequences will be disastrous!"

Yu Wenrui pursed his lips into the word "one" and reprimanded: "How do you serve! In this weather, the Queen Mother is just recovering from illness, and she is allowed to dress so thinly, and she is still so remote in Si Chen Palace..."

When it came to the location, she couldn't go on talking.

Bingbi and Shimo also felt aggrieved, and felt sorry for the queen mother, so they had to kneel down and kowtow to apologize.

Shi Ran sighed: "Your Majesty, don't make things difficult for them! You also know the Queen Mother's temper..."

Yu Wenrui was silent.When she got the news from Wei Qin and hurried to Si Chen Palace, the scene in front of her, besides being stunned, made her even more sad——

Sister-in-law still misses the late emperor!

No wonder my sister-in-law said "yes" when I saw "Fei Gong" yesterday and heard the news about Sister Ba.It turned out that there was a desire to pay homage to the late emperor!Or go to pay homage to yourself!

Could it be that I, Yu Wenrui, have become an obstacle for you to reminisce with the late emperor? !

Yu Wenrui stared angrily at "Fei Gong" on the table, a few bloodstains were splashed on the plain scabbard.At this moment, she hated this sword, hated it extremely.In her eyes, this is no longer the one that accompanied the Emperor Gaozu in his expeditions and conquered the world, but a sacrificial offering—the sacrificial offering of the love between the late emperor and his sister-in-law.

Will one day become such a sacrifice?Existed, just to pay homage to their yin and yang relationship?

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty..." Shi Ran's voice came from next to my ear.

Yuwen Rui shook his head, "What did Shi Aiqing just say?"

Shi Ran sighed silently, and said slowly: "The minister just said that your Majesty must pay close attention to the matter of Mianxincao."

Yu Wenrui was startled, and glanced at Jing Yan's pale sleeping face, "But what's wrong with the Empress Dowager? Before... I saw the Empress Dowager spit out a mouthful of purple-black blood, did you..."

Shi Ran shook his head and said: "That's not it. The heart disease of the Empress Dowager, the root cause of the disease will not go away, but any mood swings will inevitably recur. Repeat this several times, and the disease will inevitably worsen. Even if Hua Tuo and Bian Que are reborn, there is nothing they can do about it!"

"Okay! I'll get the Sleeping Heart Grass as soon as possible." No matter how much you hurt my heart, I don't want to see you lingering in a sick body.

After Yu Wenrui finished speaking, he said worriedly: "Shi Aiqing, that black and purple blood...is there any hindrance?"

Shi Ran stared at the dots of blood on "Fei Gong", hesitated to speak, and finally said: "It's a good thing to spit out the old blood deposited."

Yu Wenrui seemed to understand but didn't understand: "What do you mean by loving Qing?"

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for speaking out."

Yu Wenrui frowned: "You say."

"Your Majesty, ten years ago, the late emperor personally conquered Beizheng. Unfortunately, he was plotted against and died miserably, with the late emperor's saber..." Shi Ran said, turning his eyes to the "Fei Gong" on the table, "... even this The sword was also lost to Beizheng. This incident has dealt a great blow to the queen mother. Or it can be said that the hatred of the former emperor and the wound of losing the sword have been stuck in the queen mother's heart for ten years. This hurdle cannot be persuaded or avoided. , Only when the vengeance is avenged and the sword comes back, can the queen mother step over it. This hurdle falls on the essence, that is, the disease of the body, or the blockage of the blood. There is a saying among doctors, 'there is no pain when it is cleared', the congestion of the queen mother Spit it out, and the blood vessels that have been stagnated for a long time will be unblocked naturally. In this way, taking the 'Mianxin Decoction' and taking good care of it will really be a good thing for the recovery of the disease!"

After listening to Shi Ran's reasoning, Yu Wenrui thought of the black and purple blood on the snow and the blood sprayed on his chest by his sister-in-law, and his heart was messed up for a while.