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After entering the main palace, Yi Ci trapped herself in the small Buddhist hall all day long, never leaving the gate.Every time Chunhua returned to the palace, she would report to Yici the recent situation of Tang's resignation in detail. The master and the servant had been together for most of their lives. How could she not know that Chunhua deliberately lied to her, but she couldn't figure out how many layers of it.However, the emperor seemed to deliberately torture her temper, knowing who she was worried about, he never mentioned it.Even if she asked, the emperor just prevaricated in a few words, and did not give them a chance to reunite with their mother and daughter.

After suffering like this for a month and a half, Yici fell ill, and the emperor immediately called a doctor to come and see him.Yizheng is also a veteran minister, knowing how important Yici is in the emperor's heart, he dare not be careless, he only says that it is a relapse of an old disease, coupled with a disturbed mood, he fears that the medicine will not work in the long run.

When the emperor heard this, he didn't say a word, but waved his hand to order the doctor to withdraw the prescribed decoction.

It was night, the emperor stood by Yici's bed and personally served the decoction, Chunhua felt worried, and waited outside the door with the palace maid who was on duty at night.

The lanterns in the house crackled from time to time, and the candles were brightly lit, burning all night.

The two talked thoroughly all night, and only God knows what they talked about.

The next day at Maozheng, the emperor came out of the house and was served by someone to wash and change his clothes. He gave Li Shunde a few words in the morning and told him to go out of the palace to bring Tangci over to reunite with Yici.

Late winter.

Xindu is covered with snow and silver as usual, the sky and the earth are gray and white, the vermilion palace walls of the imperial city are hidden in the thick snow, and the green and yellow glazed tiles are hidden in the thick snow. In the mist, there is a coolness and coolness.

Before and after the court, non-royal clan members were not easily allowed to enter the residence of female relatives without authorization.

Tang Ci has not been to Zhonggong for 13 years.

Zhonggong, however, has not had a master for 13 years.

The house servants who were on duty to clean and serve tea had changed several batches, all of them were young and unfamiliar faces, and they were wrapped in a thick and thick blue-gray jacket, but they were able to move around very freely.

The wooden wheels of the wheelchair made a dull rumbling sound in the long and lonely alleys of the palace, and when they reached the gate of the vermilion palace, Tang Ci slowly withdrew his eyes from the bricks and tiles, and looked up at Rou Ke.

Rou Ke nodded slightly, then pushed the wheelchair forward a few steps, and stopped at the corner.

I don’t know whether it should be due to the soothing meridian and activating massage techniques taught by Yizheng, or to the medicinal food cooked by Rou Ke for Tangci every day, or whether Tangci could not escape day after day in the courtyard of Tianshui Lane. Practice walking.Now, out of the wheelchair, without a cane, without support, the road is smooth, and she can walk a short distance by herself. Although she is a bit slow, her steps are very steady, but she is exhausted.

Tang Ci stepped up the steps, holding the door firmly with her fingers, and Rou Ke guarded behind her as always, never leaving her.

Xu Shi has long been known as a servant, and Yici got up from the sick bed, washed and adjusted her appearance, put on a gentle cloak, and walked to the eaves with Chunhua.

She didn't go forward, just stood quietly under the eaves, looking at the child who made her miss her so much these days.

Chunhua once told her that the leg injury was not serious, and it should be healed when the ice broke in early spring.

Chunhua once told her that the tattoo scars on her face were not deep and could only be seen clearly when she got close.

Now, the distance is not short, and a black word "蹄" is engraved on the white and jade-like left cheek, like a long needle piercing Yici's eyes from far to near, and it is also used in her heart. She used [-]% of her strength to engrave the word "Delusion", and blood gushed out from it, churning up and blocking her throat, making her almost breathless.

Illusion, arrogance, delusion or something else, Yici no longer has the heart to speculate on the emperor's intentions, her heart aches so badly, the place the size of a fist, the endless force that doesn't know where it comes from is pulling and hurting, as if it has penetrated into the heart middle.

Halfway through the walk, Tang Ci's footsteps trembled slightly, Rou Ke was behind her, and from the moment she stepped on the steps, she counted the steps in her heart, knowing that she was already at the limit of what she could do.

He took a few steps forward, stood in front of him, took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and whispered to her in an intimate manner.

How could Yici not know the intention of this move, Chunhua felt distressed watching from the sidelines, and wanted to go to pick her up, but Yici stopped her, without changing her expression, smiling, her eyes full of tenderness.

Her Ah Yue never cried when she was a toddler and fell down.When she was a child, her health was as bad as Han Shan's, and she always got together when she was sick. She had no skills to take care of one person and couldn't take care of the two. Every time she coaxed one to sleep, she had to rush to comfort the other to drink medicine. When the weather was not good On a good day, I get tired and sick myself.When Ah Yue was four or five years old, she was quite sensible. Although she still had to be coaxed to drink medicine, she also knew not to pester her, so that she could take care of her younger sister at ease. .

Even though they haven't seen each other for more than ten years, the love of flesh and blood is deeply rooted, Yici can understand that she doesn't want to make herself worry, on the contrary, she also wants to be a mother who won't make her children feel guilty.

After resting for a while, Tang Ci nodded slightly to Rou Ke, Rou Ke took back the silk handkerchief, and stopped walking behind her, and followed her left and right, her eyes fixed on her footsteps at the end of the crossbow.

After only a few dozen steps, Tang Ci staggered, and Rou Ke strode forward to help her.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yici quietly turned her face away to wipe the corners of her eyes, put on a relaxed smile on her face, walked down the steps, walked to Tangci's right side, and took her arm calmly, Secretly exerting strength, he jokingly said with a chuckle: "It will soon be spring, is it too early or too late for this New Year's greeting?"

Tang Ci was exhausted, let go of his energy, looked at Yici, and smiled so that his eyes became two crescents: "Master is lighting agarwood in the room. I heard it from afar. When I came to the front, I was scared by the aura of the Buddha." If you stop, your legs will go soft." Master Jingci called out many times, but Tang Ci forgot to change his words for a while, and didn't realize it.

"Your mouth, Hu Bai's kung fu is very clever since you were a child!" Yici chuckled a few times, hearing that she was in a good mood without any hint of depression, and suddenly asked her, "Why did you call me just now?"

Since the injury, Tang Ci rarely had a smile on her face. Rou Ke felt relieved when she saw her smile happily and swept away the gloom. Hearing this, she couldn't help laughing and said: "Auntie knows, she was not good at speaking since she was a child, It's very face-saving. A few days ago, I was still talking about you, but now that you are in front of me, you are shy and shy."

"Oh? What have you and A Wei been talking about about me, let me hear it?" The steps were lying at the foot, Yi Ci supported her, and together with Rou Ke helped her walk to the eaves.

Everything seemed to be back to childhood again, Tang Ci felt a long-lost touch in his heart, his eyes were wet, he lowered his head to hold back the soreness in his nose, and when he stood still, he threw himself into Yici's unfamiliar but familiar arms impatiently , calling softly: "Mother..."

Yici hugged her tightly, and stroked her back again and again with his hands from top to bottom, the same as ten years ago, but in the end, the years are gone forever.

Thirteen years ago, the last time she hugged this child was under Majesty Dan in Jinshen Palace. The prince and Hanshan hugged, kissed, and comforted her successively. When it was Yongjia's turn, she was not in a hurry to hug her.At that time, there was sudden great change and chaos in the palace, Yong Jia still had two hot tears in his eyes, sobbing in a low voice, the way ahead was unknown, so even the crying was suppressed and turned into anxiety and bewilderment, that day It was also snowing heavily, she was wearing ear warmers on her head and wrapped in fox fur, she rolled towards Yici like a small, round and glutinous Lantern Festival, and she also wanted to throw herself into the embrace of the most dependent person like the prince and Hanshan.However, Yici leaned down and supported her, her tone was serious and serious that she had never used before.

She told her that Ah Yue has grown up and is no longer a child. He can take good care of his younger siblings, right?

The young and weak child couldn't understand what she said, but the seriousness of the atmosphere made her retreat. She shook her head and sobbed, "Didn't my mother say a few days ago that in your eyes I will never grow up?" what.

Yici felt a dull pain in her heart because of her dejected appearance, and the light snow particles falling from the sky made her feel heavy when it fell on her shoulders.

If possible, she also thought that her children would never grow up, surrounded by her knees, with laughter and harmony.

But it can't, not only can't, she must ruthlessly push them out and let them grow up overnight.

Commander Liu urged, and Yici patted her head, gave her a light hug, turned around and left, her legs were tightly hugged.

Yici squatted down, forcefully opened Yongjia's hands, ignored the tears on her face, and said firmly to Commander Liu, take them away.

Heartbroken, she closed her eyes, still hearing the wailing sounds of several children, she turned around and stepped forward, leaving behind a cold and lonely figure in a fine attire in the snowy ground.

"Mother...I'm sorry..." The tears were like a flood gate, out of control, Tangci cried into tears in Yici's arms, out of breath, "I...I didn't take good care of... Cough cough——! I didn’t take good care of my younger siblings...alone...to this day..."

Rou Ke and Chun Hua watched from the side, they both silently turned their faces away to wipe away their tears.

"Stupid child." Yici raised her hand to wipe her tears, but she didn't know that the more tears she wiped, the hot tears rolled from the corners of her eyes as she wiped, comforting her and comforting herself, "You have done a good job , Your mother is very happy that you are alive, and it makes me happier than the birthday gifts you racked your brains to please me in the past."

She touched her back, the bony and thin bones made her feel very distressed.

She said sincerely from the bottom of her heart: "My Ah Yue is the most filial child in the world."

Saibei, Xirong.

The wind and snow were like a knife, and shaving was painful.

The strong black horse stopped in front of the yak camp, with its two front hooves kicking lightly in the air, exhaling a big mouthful of hot air, ambiguously in the snowy world.

The waiter with the saber slung across his waist came forward to lead the horse, and respectfully said to the man on the horse: "Khan, Zhong Yuan believed me."

Jibu Chuhe jumped off the horse lightly, and his knee-length leather boots sank into the snow, and he stepped out a powerful footprint in the snow, and the Linlang pendant on his body jingled.

The waiter opened the curtain for her, and after she walked into the tent, she glanced at the letters on the desk, first took a knife from her waist, and the waiter handed over a clean towel.

The tender and fat mutton hangs on the wooden frame, the charcoal fire emits rosin, and the fat drips into the fire, prickling.

Strategizing, she didn't need to read the letter to know everything was under her control, she picked up a knife and dropped a piece of meat from the sheep's back, and suddenly turned to the waiter and asked, "Only a letter?"

"Master Tuoba still hasn't replied to the letter, the letter was brought by Miss Ye."

"What about her?"

"Resting in the partial tent, traveling long distances, I feel a little bit tired."

"People in the Central Plains have always been very unpromising." Ji Buchu and Mai Tai said, put the roast lamb sprinkled with cumin aside, took another smaller plate, and sliced ​​a plate of lamb leg meat, Handed it to the waiter, the voice was still cold, "Send it to her."