Fall In Love With A Substitute

A gust of cool wind blew by, and the fallen leaves on the ground that hadn't had time to sweep were curled up and rustled.

Song Pianjue stood in front of the East Palace, and said to 09:

"No need to turn it on."

09 Respond obediently and be honest.

She vaguely realized that before the world reached a stable state, the host had already made a decision, and only then could she answer directly without hesitation.

The emperor is dead, and there are too many things to deal with.

For the father of the original body, Song Pianlu had no feelings, but was a little emotional.

Some people become more and more confused as they live, while others suddenly wake up when they are old, and when they look back, their eyes are full of absurdity.

It's hard to tell which of the two is more pathetic, but let Song Pianlu be vigilant at all times, so as not to let herself fall into such a situation.

After the emperor entered the imperial mausoleum, Song Pianju offered sacrifices to the Heaven and Earth Ancestral Temple, stepped on the white jade steps to ascend the throne, and became the first female emperor of Dali.

Dressed in black gown, she is admired by all peoples, all officials pay homage to her, and all dynasties come to congratulate her.

It was also since the day Song Pianlu came to the throne that she clearly felt that something had turned on the switch in the dark.

This feeling is hard to describe in words, as if there was an hourglass in her body, and from the day she officially became an empress, this hourglass was turned upside down by an unknown hand, and the time officially started.

Those star sands are the vitality of her body.

Originally, before this, her body was just ordinary and delicate. Although she was sick every few days, she could just take care of her and it would not affect her to do the task.

——And after she became emperor, she began to weaken.

Song Pianlu couldn't perceive how much star sand still needed to be leaked, she only knew that with the passage of time, her body would become weaker and sicker.

The way of leaving this world seems to be doomed.

Fortunately, 09 has toned down her pain.

"Reserve [-]% of the pain." Song Pianlu asked.

09 didn't quite understand: "Huh? I can directly transfer you to painless."

Song Pianliu put it succinctly:

"I need modest reservations."

Man fears death and seeks eternal life.

But death is the last deadline of life.

As we all know, the dead line is the primary productive force. With the end point, people have a sense of urgency and the motivation to move forward with all their strength, even to run forward.

The appropriate reservation is to remind Song Pianlu—of course, it is also because her life is too carefree.

This may be the first time that Song Pianlu has lived so comfortably in the small world since she lost her memory.

On the court, under the joint efforts of her and Feng Yuexian, as Feng Yuexian showed, where the sword's edge goes, Haiyan and Heqing.

In the palace, the three children are obediently being taught.

He Qiuchan, who has been promoted to concubine, has no intention of disregarding the relationship. She knows the importance of a good relationship with these two women who control Dali. The month is free.

Therefore, Song Yingguang spent half of his time living in Zele Building, which was closer to the East Palace. Over time, there was a place for Song Yingguang to rest next to Song Ruyan's boudoir in Zele Building.

Because there is only one wall separated, Song Ruyan can sometimes hear Song Yingguang's nightmare.

Of course, Song Yingguang is a princess and has a palace attendant to take care of her, but since Song Ruyan heard about it, she always wanted to take a look.

She took great care of Song Yingguang.

When he arrived in Song Yingguang's room, he saw the palace attendant making soothing soup for Song Yingguang. The sour and bitter taste of the medicine wafted in the quiet night. Song Ruyan sniffed and approached the bed.

Song Yingguang was sitting in the pile of brocade quilts. In the past two years, her figure has been stretched a lot, showing the youthful lines of a girl.

Perhaps because she likes to follow Song Pianle very much, she seems to be infected with Song Pianle's unique quiet and elegant temperament. Although it is only a little bit, it has already given a girl of this age a unique charm.

Song Ruyan leaned over: "Have you had a nightmare again?"

Song Yingguang's raven hair was scattered on both sides of his slapped face, and some sweat-soaked temple hair was stained on his face, and he nodded slightly.

"Still won't tell me?"

Song Yingguang pursed her lips and smiled:

"I've told you many times, it's about being bullied by Brother Three Emperors when I was a child, but you don't believe me."

Song Ruyan was dumb. She had always trusted Song Yingguang, but in this matter, her intuition repeatedly made her unable to fully trust Song Yingguang's words. Every time she saw Song Yingguang's nightmare, she always asked a question.

Even though Song Yingguang was smiling, her face was pale. Song Ruyan's hands trembled, and she pushed aside the hair sticking to her face.

Song Yingguang rubbed her fingertips with her cheek.

Song Ruyan suddenly didn't dare to move, and said without words:

"Then why hasn't the soothing soup been cooked yet?"

"You came as soon as I had a nightmare, how could the medicine come so fast."

Song Ruyan nodded, a little stunned.

It was like the heroic girl who followed Feng Yuexian during the day, who was full of energy and spirit, turned from a wolf cub into a stupid dog at night in front of Song Yingguang's bed.

Song Yingguang tickled her toes under the quilt.

She leaned gently into Song Ruyan's arms, resting her head on her shoulder.

Song Ruyan was at a loss immediately: "You... are you dizzy?"

What's going on here?Could it be that Song Yingguang is always by His Majesty's side and his health has deteriorated?

This physique needs to be strengthened, Song Ruyan was worried, and there was pity in his eyes that he didn't know.

Where Song Ruyan couldn't see, Song Yingguang's eyes flickered, she gently grabbed Song Ruyan's clothes, and her voice was like a whisper:

"...I'm still a little scared, let me rely on you."

"Is that so..."

Song Ruyan's throat was a little dry, probably because she was too nervous and overwhelmed. She subconsciously thought about whether she had a reason to refuse. After thinking about it, she didn't seem to have any, so she could only lend it to Song Yingguang.

After all, the little sisters have a good relationship, and Qingmei Qingmei grew up, what's wrong with relying on it, what's wrong with cuddling and hugging.

Song Ruyan felt that there was no cat cake, and even after figuring it out, she quietly adjusted her posture so that Song Yingguang could lean more comfortably.

At this time, the two of them were close to their prime, but the Empress Feng's body was getting worse and worse, it was better in the past two years, starting from this year, one day out of three had to rest in bed.

Therefore, Mrs. Ronghua guarded the emperor almost every step of the way. With the emperor's acquiescence, Mrs. Ronghua entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Da Li now has two masters.

It's not that no one raised objections. Song Pianli rectified the administration of officials, but she was not self-willed and could only listen to voices of approval.

For this, Feng Yuexian sang black face.

For talented people, they will be demoted and promoted secretly.Those who cannot move are threatened.

All the filth is blocked by her.

Song Pianjue is like the breeze and the moon, as bright as the stars.

It was the bright moonlight held up by Feng Yuexian himself.

Feng Yuexian also searched for famous doctors for Song Pianchu.

But no matter which famous doctor it was, or even the so-called ancestral remedies offered by the courtiers to the emperor, they didn't have any effect on Song Pianlu's body.

It can be called medicine stone ineffective.

Song Pianjue passed out again in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Feng Yuexian's face was tense, wishing to dig the King of Chu out and blow his bones to ashes.

Only she knew that Song Pianlu's figure was becoming more and more slender, Feng Yuexian didn't dare to hold her waist so thinly, and even dared not toss her between the sheets.

Right now, seeing Song Pianiao's sleeping face so white and transparent, she dared not touch it.

It seemed that in the next second, this person, like a phantom, disappeared from his eyes with a light snap.

For some reason, she and Song Pianliao were rarely separated, but she was always afraid that Song Pianliao would disappear.

Maybe it's because Song Pianiao is too delicate.

As Song Pianlu became seriously ill, this sense of crisis became stronger.

Nowadays, the places where Song Pianxuan often haunts are almost all the figures of the forbidden army, such as the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the Palace of Heavenly Purity, etc. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are surrounded by three floors.

But her sense of crisis has not diminished in the slightest.

There was a thin string in her brain, getting tighter and tighter—

"Why don't you want to seek medical treatment?"

Song Pianjue was drinking Lao Ya Qing Bu Soup, she swallowed the soup, looked at Feng Yue and said:

"All the doctors who are willing to obey the edict and enter the palace have come, isn't there still nothing to do? Now it is enough to have the imperial doctor to take care of you, why bother to go to war."

Earlier, in order to reassure Feng Yuexian, she issued an order to search for famous doctors, Feng Yuexian's staff was also looking for them, and even the courtiers tried to figure out what the superiors were thinking, and ordered her subordinates to visit all parties.

Going down layer by layer, Song Pianlu reckoned that most of the well-known doctors in this world have been sorted out.

But today, Feng Yuexian will send people to search for another round, looking for the fish that slipped through the net.

She is not such a stubborn person, Song Pianlu naturally knows why.

Song Pina's voice softened, as if comforting a restless big cat:

"I have seen so many doctors before and after, and I have seen all the talented ones."

Feng Yuexian stared at her closely:

"In terms of seeking medical advice, somehow, you have always been more sober than me."

Feng Yuexian's words were light, but in a pair of black eyes, there was suspicion and scrutiny that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Her chin was raised slightly, her eyelids were half drooped, and she smiled ironically.

Song Pianlu was silent for a moment.

She knew that Feng Yuexian was a little sad.

Although Song Pianlu's performance can be attributed to the fact that she has resigned to her fate and has given up hope for a cure--others may think so--but Feng Yuexian is her bedside person, whether it is clues or intuition, Feng Yue Xian Du sensitively noticed something was wrong.

Even though Song Pianju could give various explanations and fool this passage, Feng Yuexian would definitely believe her.

It is precisely because Feng Yuexian must believe her, so she shouldn't lie to her.

Song Pianyi sighed softly, she stretched out her hand and covered the back of Feng Yuexian's hand.

As soon as the two hands touched, Song Pianlu was startled.

The hands of his subordinates, which have been warm all year round due to martial arts practice, are actually cold at this time.

Song Pianlu clenched subconsciously.

"I..." Song Pianlu opened her mouth, rarely showing a helpless expression, what else could she say?

Feng Yuexian doesn't have any memories of the fast travel game.

Feng Yuexian looked at Song Pianyi, waiting for her next words, with a very focused expression.

But Song Pianlu didn't go on.

Feng Yuexian laughed at herself.

Then, Song Pianle seemed to be in a hurry, leaning towards him, and the brocade slipped down.

"Yuexian, I can't say more now, but you have to know, you have to believe."

Song Pianlu panted slightly, coughed twice, her face flushed a little, her brown pupils were clear and determined.

She said almost word for word:

"We will meet again eventually."

We will meet again...

hum-

Song Pianlu's quiet and firm voice came to Feng Yuexian's ears, causing a muffled buzz.

At that moment, she felt that in her mind...something seemed to break out of the ground.

But it was only for a moment, and then, this sense of abnormality disappeared, and I couldn't find it again.

Feng Yue's eyes froze for a moment, and when the buzzing passed, she looked at Song Pianliu.

Yinbing walked in, feeling the atmosphere was heavy, she hesitated for a while, her voice was very low:

"Ma'am, the princess has returned from the northwest and said he has something to talk to you about."

Feng Yuexian tilted her head and said, "I have no time today—"

"Go ahead." Song Pianli said, "It's important, let's talk about it later."

Song Pianlu persuaded.

One is that she may not be able to say anything else now, so she might as well let herself straighten out her thoughts.

Secondly, Song Ruyan went back to the northwest and involved many affairs, including the military situation in the northwest, which was a point of close attention by the court and China, and it was also for the public.

Feng Yuexian looked at Song Pianqi.

She raised her hand, covered Song Pianliu with the brocade quilt, covered her thin shoulders, and pressed it slightly.

"wait me back."

Song Pianliu smiled at her and nodded.

Seeing her nodding, Feng Yue turned around and left, walking very fast.

Yin Bing hurriedly followed behind, as has been the case for the past two years, whenever he left His Majesty's side, he walked a lot faster, and he was more decisive in dealing with things, as if he was going to return to His Majesty after finishing the matter quickly.

It seems that only by His Majesty's side can the master gain a moment of peace.

——Almost at the same time that the figure drinking ice disappeared at the door.

Song Pian was hugging the brocade quilt, suddenly, an irresistible, heavy drowsiness hit her.

She had no power to resist, her eyelids were like black curtains, falling down little by little, covering what she could see, the world.

At the last moment when Song Pianlu's consciousness fell into the abyss, in her mind, a strange and cold female voice:

"Execute force quit command."

"Force exit, execution complete."