Deep ice

After lying down for three o'clock, Yuan Jing felt a little tired.

It's very sad to be hugged by Huai Huai, but it's not too much of a hindrance.

It wasn't until five o'clock that Yuan Jing woke up again when Xi Lian stood outside and called her early morning.

The person behind him had a high fever all night, and Yuan Jing was covered with sweat. Wherever he touched his hands, there was dampness.

Staring straight at Yuan Jing, "Don't go."

Yuan Jing was quite frightened, turned around, and only said two words,

"...morning morning."

Huai Huai groaned, seeing the people around him, fully dressed, got up, and went out through the curtain.

The air is filled with a touch of sandalwood, which is the aroma of that person.

Huaihuai smirked and realized how much favor he had received last night when he came back to his senses.

Barefoot on the ground, Huai Huai didn't even put on his clothes, he followed out like a Gu, stood at the entrance of the hall, watching the man being escorted out of the hall by a group of people.

The sky is not yet bright, and the little lanterns are swaying from the cold wind, like people's eyes that are eager to tear.

Yuan Jing turned his head, and happened to meet Shang Huaihuai's piercing eyes, as if he had been pricked by a needle, so he hurriedly turned his head and hurried out of the palace.

After sending the emperor away, the kneeling servants of Weiyang Palace hurriedly got up, took a fox fur cloak and put it on Huai Huai, "Be careful of catching a cold."

Huaihuai's soul seemed to be snatched away by someone, and let the maid's hands come up to touch his forehead, "Fortunately, the fever is gone."

Huaihuai asked unconsciously, "I'm fine, can the emperor still come?"

The palace lady was stunned for a moment, remembering what the palace servants who had just been allocated said together this afternoon, she remained silent.

He's just a fool, and it's useless to say it.

But seeing that fool suddenly changed into another person, he said gloomyly, "Did you convince me that I wouldn't come out?"

Then he said: "It's not a bad thing for him to be less wary of you."

-

Huayu Palace.

Chunbao woke up early in the morning, but he didn't see Huaihuai, so he went to the ground to look for people.

I asked quite a few palace people, and they said that Huaihuai moved to Weiyang Palace yesterday, and that Huayu Palace has no master, and the remaining palace people can only wait to be redistributed to other palaces.

Chun Bao was very anxious, and wanted to go to Xun Xiuxiu and ask him to take him to Huai Huai. If it was too late, he would be assigned to another palace later, which would be much worse than staying with Huai Huai.

Pushing open the door and entering the room, Chunbao stared at Xiuxiu who was still lying on her back on the bed, her face was black and blue, her eyeballs protruded, it was truly terrifying.

Chunbao sniffed, stepped forward to wipe Xiuxiu's eyelids,

"Eunuch, why don't you close your eyes when you sleep, you're so tired."

Then he leaned over to observe, "Look at it, the black eyes are all caused by poor sleep."

After sitting for a while, Chunbao saw that Xiuxiu hadn't moved, curled his lips and said, "Then father-in-law fell asleep first, and I'll come back when you wake up."

When Chunbao left, Lianzhu came into the house with a basin, thinking of cleaning up Xiuxiu's face.

Seeing the person on the bed covered with a quilt and closing their eyes to sleep soundly, he put the copper basin on the wooden table, threw a clean veil, and called Xiuxiu to get up.

But after shouting a few words, I felt something was wrong.

Xiuxiu was tortured with a cane yesterday, and she lost several pieces of flesh on her buttocks. She always lay on her stomach, but today she was so abnormal that she just fell asleep on her back.

Thinking of this, Lianzhu stopped, bent down to observe.

Seeing Xiuxiu's green and white skin, his heart tightened suddenly.

Stretching out his hand tremblingly to touch it, he realized that he had already died.

The copper basin was dropped to the ground by the terrified maid, and there was a very crisp clang.

The servants of Huayu Palace stopped their work one after another, looking for the shrill cry.

-

Royal study.

Xi Lian put down the teacup, stood there in an orderly manner, and said in a respectful voice, "My Majesty, the person who gave He Yan the medicine already has a master."

Seeing that Yuan Jing was silent, he continued: "This person is Xiuxiu, the chief eunuch of Huayu Palace. He died after drinking medicine. After being discovered, he found a burnt brazier under Xiuxiu's bed. There are a few unburned nuxies, it seems that this Xiuxiu must have committed a guilty conscience, so she took the blame and committed suicide."

Yuan Jing didn't raise his head, "It's ridiculous."

Xi Lian bowed even deeper, "I'm stupid, I hope the emperor will teach me."

Yuan Jing looked at the person in front of him coldly, "He's a slave, why did he want to harm his master, there must be someone behind the scenes who ordered him to keep his mouth shut for fear of things being exposed."

Xi Lian said: "Your majesty is wise, this servant will go and investigate..."

Just as he was about to turn around and go out, he suddenly saw the head of internal supervision coming up with a tray.

The head of internal supervision bowed his head on his knees, and lifted the tray full of signs over his head,

"Report to the emperor, it's time to choose the empress who will serve the bed."

Yuan Jing supported the white jade crown on his head, and suddenly said: "Xi Lian—"

Xi Lian stepped forward in response, "Your Majesty, the servant is here."

"Pick it off, it's too heavy."

Xi Lian stepped forward cautiously, skillfully took off the jade crown on Yuan Jing's head,

Yuan Jing's voice was indifferent again.

"There is no need to go to bed tonight."

Xi Lian responded, and said again: "If the emperor intends to rest in the imperial study, this slave will go and prepare."

Yuan Jing was silent, her phoenix eyes were indifferent.

Xi Lian speculated, and suddenly understood something in his heart, but he couldn't say it directly, so he turned a corner and asked tentatively: "Or go to the Lingyu Palace at the back?"

Seeing that Yuan Jing still had no intention of saying anything, Xi Lian finally said in relief, "So, Weiyang Palace is also close."

Yuan Jing remained expressionless, "It's up to you."

Xi Lian's hands shook without a trace, "The emperor has beaten this servant."

Then he said: "The servant is here to manage."

Yuan Jing got up, "No need, I just want to take a look."

Xi Lian responded, but he only thought in his heart, anyway, He Yan is not his daughter's family, so there is no need to clean up.

After waiting for the emperor to leave the imperial study, a group of people headed towards Weiyang Palace.

-

Weiyang Palace, carved with jade columns.

Huaihuai was laying ink and writing, thinking of writing a letter to Chunbao.

As soon as he picked up the pen and wrote a word, he remembered that Zhang Chunbao was not Chunbao's name, so he had to curl the paper into a ball and spread another piece of rice paper.

He Yan leaned on a chair beside him, his brows were as black as ink,

"Write any letter, just ask someone to deliver a message."

Huai Huai shook his head, concentrated on his pen,

"That won't work. I'm afraid others won't be able to explain it clearly. It's better to write clearly."

He Yan looked at Weiyang Palace,

"I have something to say, but I still can't understand it."

Huai Huai said: "I have to tell him that I am here in Weiyang Palace. The door panel is much larger than Huayu Palace, and the room is also much empty. I hope he will come and live here quickly, so that I will not be bored here alone."

He Yan frowned slightly, "Where did such nonsense come from, just call him over."

Huai Huai shook his head, "It's a long story, but I won't write that much, just the word 'come quickly'."

He Yan twitched the corner of his lips, "It took a lot of trouble, but it was for these two words."

Huaihuai didn't pay attention to He Yan any more, but hesitated to pick up the pen, "How can I write the word 'speed'..."

Turning to look at He Yan again, "Can you write?"

He Yan slightly lowered his eyes, and was about to refuse, but he heard a long voice outside the hall.

"The Emperor is here—"

The tip of the pen that fell on the paper flicked, and a large ink blot immediately appeared. Huaihuai stared at He Yan, shivering, not at all joyful when he heard that the emperor was coming.

He Yan straightened his body slowly, with a tall and straight posture, like a sharp sword piercing the intestines.

The atmosphere in the inner hall was extremely strange.

After regaining consciousness, Huaihuai dropped the pen in his hand,

"Brother He, I think it's getting late, you'd better go back to Huayu Palace."

He Yan looked at the vermilion lacquer and gilt gate, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, like a demon.

Unexpectedly, Huai Huai's wish was granted,

"Okay, but you have to keep him."

Huaihuai hurriedly pushed him out, and agreed casually, "Okay, okay, you go."

After speaking, He Yanren disappeared.

Just for a while, Huaihuai wiped off the cold sweat all over his head with his hand, and turned his head to look at the door when he remembered.

Kneeling in the palace room at the door, the two people who came from a distance, the person in the front was pale, and there was a faint blackness in his eyes.

Although the expressions were gentle, the faces of those who followed were all tense, not daring to vent their breath.

Yuan Jing looked around at the palace servants kneeling on the ground, waved his hands and said, "Go down."

After a group of people kowtowed and thanked, they all retreated, leaving only Xi Lian standing behind Yuan Jing, with lowered eyebrows and downcast eyes, like a wooden figure.

Yuan Jing glanced at Huai Huai who was stunned, "Are you writing?"

Huaihuai was extremely happy and nodded, "I'll write to Chunbao and ask him to come over."

"Chunbao?"

"It's the little eunuch in Huayu Palace."

"Just call someone over and it will be done."

Huai Huai choked, "You think the same as him."

Yuan Jing's voice was indifferent, "Who?"

Huai Huai paused for a moment, thinking that the emperor should not be reminded of He Yan, and that if he annoyed himself again, the gain would outweigh the gain, "...Chun Bao."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and changed the paper again, resting the end of the pen on his chin, thinking hard, but no matter what, he couldn't figure out how to write the word 'speed'.

After half a cup of tea, Yuan Jing asked impatiently, "You're writing..."

Huai Huai glanced at Yuan Jing in shame, "I can't write..."

Yuan Jing chuckled, "Here's the pen."

Huai Huai offered it with one hand, and Yuan Jing took the soft man with the jade handle, and a wonderful book in one hand appeared vividly on the paper.

Huai Huai stared at the word for a while, "It's really a good word."

Yuan Jing put a smile on his face, "It's better than yours."

Huaihuai didn't think much about the meaning of his words, and just continued to write down the words below Yuan Jing, but it was not as thick as before, the paper was dripping, and it swam like a snake.

Yuan Jing really couldn't see it, and scolded coldly: "You're so stupid."

Huai Huai was timid, "The emperor scolded him."

Immediately afterwards, he concentrated and held his breath again, stroke by stroke, very carefully.

Yuan Jing looked at him, in a trance.

It's better to be stupid just thinking about this person.Alas, all sentient beings are tossed and tossed by the five desires, how could they be so calm and peaceful before their eyes and with him.

When he was good, he didn't even dare to think about such a thing.

It was snowing outside the palace, and there was no sound.

In just one year, the person whose scar healed and forgot the pain came over again, with a forbearing face, but also a flattery.

Thinking of this, Yuan Jing said coldly, 'Show me the drive', and turned around to leave.

Huai Huai grabbed Yuan Jing's hand, preventing him from making the next move,

"and many more."

The emperor's hands were slender and cold, with lingering lines on the light yellow cuffs, as if Huaihuai had been thinking about it all day.

Opening his mouth, Huaihuai's voice lacked any confidence, "This palace is so big, it's really deserted to be alone..."

Yuan Jing lowered his eyes slightly, but did not show any anger.

Also did not speak.

Xi Lian next to him understood clearly, bowed and took a few steps back, and went out instead.

After a while, forget the past.

The second watch is cold, and it is greedy for a long time.

The people on the dragon couch were still lying in their clothes.

Yuan Jing was very at ease this time, and soon fell asleep.

The moonlight in Weiyang Palace is wanton, and the red candles are rippling.

The person lying inside suddenly opened his eyes, his black pupils were cold and full of hunger.