The phoenix pattern is surging

"Where can you see that I am not going well?"

Su Mo smiled lightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Xiang Xinsu stared at him for a moment, then said softly: "If you are really happy, why is there a smile on your face, but no smile in your eyes?"

The sound was sad and complaining, hidden in melancholy.

Su Mo was speechless for a long time, asked her to get up, turned her back with her hands behind her back, stared at the green bamboos in the garden for a while, and finally said quietly: "If I promise you the queen, will you be happy?"

"will not."

"Why?"

"What's the difference between a queen and an ordinary concubine? It's just that she has a higher status and a better reputation. They are all one of the flowers, hidden inside the palace wall, and there is no freedom at all."

She sighed with emotion, but Su Mo didn't seem to listen, and only sighed vaguely: "You can think so, let alone him."

He reached out to pick up a bamboo leaf that fell on the pavilion railing, held it in his hand to play with, and then stretched out his hand and threw it forward: "In this way, no matter how honorable the empress is, there is nothing rare, is it?"

Xiang Xinsu was puzzled when he heard his question, but still nodded, and said truthfully, "It all depends on whether you care or not."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Mo laughed. The laughter was a bit cold and hot, which was puzzling.

Xiang Xinsu couldn't understand his thoughts at the moment.

"This answer is really satisfying. I will stay with you tonight, okay?"

In this way, the two chatted for half a night in peace and harmony, but they were also happy.

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In the past few days, Jiang Jue has been getting up at five o'clock and sleeping at three o'clock, so busy that he is dizzy, and there is no one in sight under the blue sky and broad daylight.

Today, for the first time, I came to Feng Palace under the warm sun of early February spring.

The bedroom was so quiet that dripping water could be heard.

The twelve moon-white curtains were lowered, and the smell of aloes was gone, replaced by a bitter medicinal smell.

Jiang Jue frowned tightly, and couldn't hide his worry.

He stretched out his hand to stop the old mother who was coming out of the hall: "What's the matter?"

The old nanny respectfully blessed her, and said: "Princess Li said that His Highness has been invaded by evil spirits, and may have to rest for a few days."

"Evil energy invading the body?"

Jiang Jue's eyes darkened, and he raised his foot to walk in while asking.

Lifting the curtain and looking, Li Ran was lying on the phoenix bed with his eyes closed, covered with two quilts, it seemed that it was not enough, the whole person was huddled, his face was covered with a fine layer of sweat.

He sat down on the edge of the bed softly, stretched out his hand to touch Li Ran's forehead, he didn't feel that his hand was hot, and became more and more nervous.

Jiang Jue beckoned to Ding Shun, Ding Shun listened to him for a while, and then hurried away.

After a while, Li Yuanshan was brought here. Seeing Jiang Jue's complexion was not good, he reported his condition cautiously.

Jiang Jue asked in a low voice: "I just checked, there is no heat on the forehead, why is it so cold?"

"When the seasons change, the body is most vulnerable to evil forces. This is a low-grade fever, Your Highness."

"Low fever?"

"Exactly. Exogenous evils invade the human body, conflict between good and evil, fatigue from diet, emotional depression, food habit, phlegm, blood stasis, etc., which persist for a long time, resulting in imbalance of viscera, depletion of qi, blood and body fluid, and imbalance of yin and yang, which can lead to low-grade fever. Deficiency of qi, blood, yin, and yang can also cause low-grade fever." He thought for a while, and then carefully added, "In the cases of this disease, there are generally more internal injuries than external ones."

Jiang Jue was impatient when he heard his words so mysterious, and said, "Choose something simple."

"Yes. If it's just the climate change, it shouldn't make His Highness sick. In the past 40 days, I have asked His Highness for pulse every day. I know that the blood in the palace has been completely removed, and my diet is normal. The appearance of fatigue. Come to think of it, this heat and cold should not be as simple as deficiency."

Jiang Jue hurriedly asked, "Why?"

Li Yuanshan narrowed his old eyes, lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, emotional stagnation can also cause low fever."

This sentence has a profound meaning, but Yu Jiangjue is enlightened.

"How is that good?"

Jiang Jue's tone softened a lot, and Li Yuanshan said more respectfully: "I have already prescribed a prescription to dispel the cold, take a few doses of the medicine, if there is no accident, it should get better within ten days."

"If there is no accident?"

Jiang Jue frowned, Li Yuanshan glanced at him secretly, and said: "What I mean is that your Highness's illness depends on your mood. If you are restless...it is not conducive to rest."

Jiang Jue took it for granted: "I understand."

In this way, Li Yuanshan was let go.

When Li Ran woke up again, he felt sticky all over his body, and was about to call for water to be brought in, when he was picked up with a piece of paper.

He opened his hazy eyes, and when he saw that it was Jiang Jue, he was a little surprised: "Why are you here at this point?"

"Do you have a headache?"

"A bit."

"Why didn't anyone notify me when I was sick?"

"Aren't you busy?"

Jiang Jue didn't argue with him, and took the medicine bowl from the old mother, took a spoonful and handed it to his mouth: "After drinking the medicine, I will help you to take a bath. If I don't leave today, I will stay with you."

Li Ran shook his head instinctively: "It's not a big deal. It's just a cold, and you'll be fine after a night of sleep."

Jiang Jue still insisted: "Sickness starts from a young age, so it's better to be careful."

Li Ran rubbed his drowsy head, and after a moment of silence, he finally asked, "Are you done with the draft?"

Jiang Jue paused, then returned to normal: "It's not a big deal, you don't have to worry about it."

So, there is no objection.

After taking a bath, they ate together again. Jiang Jue kept his promise and stayed with him every step of the way.

When the lights were on, Wang Gui came into the hall and said that the two princes, Wang Lin and Wang Lin, had something important to meet.

The Beiye clan, headed by the Wang and Lin families, had made great contributions to the Jiang surname's ascension to the throne of the emperor, ranked among the princes, and was named a prince.

The status is so expensive that it cannot be compared with ordinary people.

Although he is not in the court, he is a pivotal figure.

Wang Duo'er was able to occupy an exclusive seat in the harem, and it was also because of the family's protection.

When Little Six was around, he used to tell Li Ran about these things as gossip, but Li Ran didn't care at all at the time.

Now, things have changed.

Thinking of Little Six, Li Ran couldn't help but look dark.

Jiang Jue never overlooked this look, he thought he was unhappy about the draft, and felt a little annoyed for a while.

The two dukes, Wang Lin and Wang Lin obviously did not go to the Three Treasure Hall for nothing. The so-called face saint probably has something to do with the draft.

Li Ran knew it well, took the medicine bowl from Jiang Jue, waved his hand, and said, "Go."

"I'll be with you when I'm done."

"casual."

These words seemed to be angry, Jiang Jue felt more and more distressed, and Wang Gui reminded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the two princes have been waiting for a long time."

Jiang Jue hesitated again and again, and finally helped Li Ran lie down, tucked him in the quilt, and then left.

This walk is one night.