Datang cat raising hand letter

After decades, the Daxing Palace stands majestically in the twilight. The walls and eaves of the palace are all sharpened by the passage of time, and the vast palace has fallen into some kind of inexplicable stagnation.The imperial city, which had just sent away the late emperor, seemed to be still shrouded in the same fear.The palace servant felt suffocated even for breathing, and even the sound of a needle falling could be clearly heard in the huge palace.

Donggong has been in a coma for more than half a month.

The owner of the Daxing Palace was obviously in a hurry, and several edicts were issued without being drafted by Menxia Province, all of which were to seek famous doctors from all over the world.

A group of strong soldiers galloped to the Taibai Mountain, and invited the doctor Sun Simiao who lived in seclusion.Although it was a request, if Sun Simiao refused, it would be forced.

Sun Simiao, who was already in his seventies, looked smooth-skinned and walked with ease, without the weakness that an elderly person should have.Under the escort of the Beiya imperial guards, he entered the East Palace without any obstacles in Daxing Palace.

In Cheng'en Hall, the sage and Empress Changsun sat quietly, the tea smoke curled up, warmed and cooled by itself, and no one touched it.

It wasn't until he heard footsteps outside that the sage raised his head and said softly to Empress Changsun: "Guanyin maidservant, Gao Ming will be fine." His eyes made people dare not ignore them, but when he smiled, he looked like a generous husband, no longer a high-ranking emperor.

Empress Changsun has an old illness, her beautiful face turned pale, but she also smiled: "Why is the saint's hand so cold?"

The two of them, husband and wife, have always talked so easily and simply.

The sage did not rely on human hands to support Empress Changsun to get up.But outside the hall, the servant was saying: "Report everyone, Daoist Sun has arrived." Reporting layer by layer, they finally reached the heavens.

"Quickly ask him to come in." The saint raised his voice and said.

Sun Simiao stepped through the palace gate and followed the attendants to the apse. The most distinguished couple in the Tang Dynasty looked a little tired, the saint's eyes were bright, "Daozhang Sun, we meet again."

Last time, it was the sage who asked Sun Simiao to treat Empress Changsun's gas disease.

Before Sun Simiao saluted, she was already supported by Empress Changsun. She smiled warmly and said, "How can the Daoist priest wear stars and moons because of his hard work, how can he perform such a great gift. In Gaoming's situation, I hope the Taoist priest can save him a little bit."

Gao Ming is the name of Prince Li Chengqian.

Sun Simiao's voice was very steady: "Your Highness is serious, I will do my best."

In Li Chengqian's bedroom, there are quite a few palace servants serving quietly. Only two or three close ones can approach the prince to replace the cold towel. !

When Sun Simiao entered, he noticed the breath in the bedroom, so he nodded unconsciously.

While waiting for Daoist Sun to feel his pulse, the saint and the queen were also waiting on the sidelines.At that time, they were silent and frowning, they looked no different from any ordinary parents in the world.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness."

Sun Simiao withdrew his hands, frowned his thick eyebrows, and seemed puzzled: "The prince's body is fine."

The saint raised his eyebrows: "Oh? But Gao Ming has a fever all over his body, and the fever has not subsided until now."

Sun Simiao sighed: "The root is not in the body, but in the soul."

If there is a disease in the world, it is called leaving the soul.

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Sitting on the big table in the main room, Liu Yong heard the hill-like black cat sneez viciously, and he and Aye were startled and said, "Cats can also sneeze?"

Old Liu spat at him: "That man will die too! What's so surprising? Why don't you get out and fetch water?"

Lao Liu has always been rude and straightforward when speaking, but his soft heart has always been good. Hearing that Mr. Xiao Lang is going back to study in the county, he was so happy that he was busy all night yesterday, and he insisted on cleaning the inside and outside of Yu's house. Taking the two borrowed ox carts to pick up my young man, this is full of energy.

Yu Yu said to the old Liu and his sister-in-law in the courtyard: "I can do the rest by myself. Don't worry about it." Everyone was sweating profusely, and Yu Yu didn't want to see them running around like this again.

Old Liu was not happy, even his own lord had to say a few words, "Little lord, you have to rest in the house. But when the lord comes back, there must be some food in the house." Only two or three people live and take care of them, so I can feel at ease."

Yu Yu shook his head: "I was able to live by myself at the foot of the mountain before, but I can't do it when I come back?"

Old man Liu said poorly: "That's not true. The worries in the mountains are tigers, leopards, and wolves, but in this county, there are things that are more powerful than tigers, leopards, and wolves." He patted on the back bitterly, "Lang Jun finally came back, and I still want to hear you talking here, why don't you go and help him get some tiles, there are some cracks in the corners and tiles in the backyard, Bai Shuang just checked It's gone." After Yu's residence was dispersed, Bai Shuang, Yu Yu's maidservant, married Liu Yong and became a family.

After Mrs. Liu finished speaking, Bai Shuang, who was dressed as a woman, came out from the backyard and smiled at Xiao Langjun, with red eyes, "Little Lang has grown up." She has a gentle appearance, There are some smile lines on the corners of the eyebrows, but the old days were pretty good.

Yu Yu pursed her lips and let Bai Shuang look at her. The woman's rough hand touched Xiao Langjun's head and face, and then pinched his equally rough palm, and finally couldn't hold back her tears, "Would this be the case?" Let the lady see it, why don't you feel distressed?" In the past, Xiao Langjun grew up delicately under her care, but now his white and tender palms are so rough, as if he is used to rough work.

Mr. Xiao Lang was a little at a loss, quickly took a handkerchief from his arms and pressed it on the corner of Bai Shuang's eyes, and said in a low voice: "I'm fine, sister Bai Shuang, don't cry."

Bai Shuang endured it, and said again: "Tomorrow I will send some frost, and Mr. Xiao Lang will have to wipe it well. This is a hand that needs to be read, and it must be brought back."

Yu Yu didn't want Bai Shuang to cry again, so he agreed.

During the day, the Liu family helped Yu Yu with their busy schedules. Except for the books and the main house, which were forced by Xiao Langjun to take care of themselves, the rest of the place was cleaned up. It was useless for Yu Yu to refuse.Even Bai Shuang, who is used to the Yu family and knows that Mr. Xu treats his servants as kindly as Mrs. Xu, said: "Knowing that Mr. Mrs. Xu is kind, why don't you think about it this way? It was the lady who treated us very well back then, which made us feel better." Thoughts of repayment, but not just for Xiao Langjun."

Yu Yu couldn't help but to mention this sentence, so after everyone was busy, he went out and ordered a table at the banquet in the county seat, and under Uncle Liu's arrangement, he greeted the neighbors in the neighborhood and ate lively Had a big meal.

The wells and other layouts in Yu's house are still usable, except for the broken ones that need to be repaired, there are no other troubles. This is all because of Lao Liu's good care.After Lao Liu insisted on doing this, the little man back then would send a sum of money to the Liu family every year. This was Yu Yu's stubborn temper, and he said: "The Yu family hired you at the beginning. If you don't accept the money, I would rather ask someone to invite you out than trouble you so much." Old Liu finally let go.

Yu Yu will go to the county school to study tomorrow, and it is best to find two people to help with the housework that he could do by himself in the past. Just when he wanted Brother Liu to help find someone, the old head Liu smiled and said: "This guy from my family Cooking is also good, if Mr. Xiaolang doesn't dislike it, let her come. There is also Baishuang, who usually does some work in the house, but I dislike embroidery work and hurt my eyes, so I just want her. If you want , let her do some cleaning work."

How can Mr. Xiao Lang not know that Bai Shuang's embroidery skills are brilliant, how can there be any reason to dislike the extra money he usually earns?This is just an excuse for Uncle Liu to help.

Yu Yu paused, and the evasive words circled around his mouth, and changed into something else: "You said yes, but I have to tell you about the salary. After tomorrow's settlement, the payment will be made monthly." Old Liu didn't care, so it was settled.

Yu Yu immediately gave [-] yuan to Aunt Liu so that she could buy some needed things tomorrow, and then said to Bai Shuang: "When sister Bai Shuang comes from home tomorrow, you will still manage the money at home." Bai Shuang took care of the monthly money in the courtyard.

Bai Shuang smiled and nodded.

After the neighbors in the neighborhood dispersed and the banquet was withdrawn after eating, the sore and limp Yu Xuan threw himself into the newly laid quilt after seeing off the Liu family.In the dim light of the oil lamp, he raised his hand to look at the linen cloth on his arm. The clothes he had been wearing for three years might be replaced tomorrow.

"Meow."

After a short cry, Yu Yu turned his head to look at the giant cat that quietly appeared by his bedside at some point.Mr. Xiao Lang turned his head to think for a while, and wanted to touch the big cat's head, but his wrist was twitched by the careless tail, which hurt a little.

Not giving it was like a gentle reprimand.

Yu Yu pursed his lips and smiled.

This cat is very noble, if it is something like dried fish, he will not eat it even if he is hungry.

Yu Yu's emotions are always a bit weaker, and when he occasionally encounters this kind of emotional appearance, he is so lively and cute, even the usually gloomy and indifferent big cat seems to be softer, letting him harassment.

Not angry either.

A quarter of an hour later.

shit!

The giant cat grunted and threatened Yu Ji who was about to touch his cat's ears, baring its fangs ferociously.

The big fluffy tail slapped Yu Yu's face, noble and indifferently stopped Yu Yu, and by the way submerged him in the fluffy cat's tail.

Bold!

A meow that I don't know whether it's depressed, irritable, or ferocious lingers in Yu Yu's ear, "Meow--" Yu Yu put his face on the soft quilt and murmured softly: " I thought you wouldn't come back with me."

Li Chengqian did not speak.

After getting along with Mr. Xiao Lang for a long time, you can know that this cold and dignified Mr. Mr. Liu has soft things, such as those flowers and grass, and his big cat with a ferocious personality. like.Because I like it, I don't hesitate to soften my indifferent and rigid shell, revealing the soft and tender inner part of Mr. Xiaolang, those clear eyes seem to be satisfied when looking at the big cat and flowers and plants from such a distance.

Li Chengqian's calm cat eyes squinted at Yu Yu.

Under the gaze of the huge shadow, he slowly shortened the distance from the big cat.

The black cat group by the bed was silent, and in the silent to almost indifferent acquiescence, Yu Yu whispered: "I'll just touch it, gently." Still convincing myself.

Yu Yu tentatively touched the cat's back, but did not touch anything beside it.

The way he strokes the cat is very gentle, but he always scratches at the place where it is comfortable, even if the giant cat is very bad-tempered, it gradually softens under the hand of the one that strokes the cat.Mr. Xiao Lang spared no effort to stroke this huge cat, and occasionally muttered some small words that can't be understood by outsiders: "Lao Liu said that he wanted to send some Shuxiu, and he rushed to help prepare it just now... yours The hair is so easy to touch...tomorrow I'm going to ask the embroiderer how much a day's salary is..."

The night was dark, and there were not many places that the bean-sized oil lamp could illuminate. The shadows on the edge of the bed swayed, as if the bed curtains were shaking, and the words of Mr. Meowing is enough to add a bit of soft color to the picture.