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"Turkic invaders! General Sha Zha, the head of the Lingwu Army, will definitely stick to the city!"

"Floods in Hebei! More than a thousand homes have been drifted away, and the downstream in Shandong is in dire straits!"

"Drought in the capital! Hungry people outside the city are begging for food!"

The not-so-spacious pavilion was full of people, and the incident happened urgently. The six departments were jointly working in the Zhongshu Province, and people from the house were rushing between the Menxia Province and the Zhongshu Province.This winter was extremely hot, and the flying documents in the outer hall seemed to have brought heavy snow into the hall, and the red-robed officials who shuttled between the inner and outer rooms were sweating profusely in the winter.

Under the bright sunshine of the prosperous age, disasters and disasters followed one after another. There was no wind and snow in the whole winter, but it was swaying with wind and snow.

"Cough...cough cough..." Compared to the eagerness in the outer hall, the air in the room separated by a wall seemed to freeze. The woman on the main seat held a pen with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, and couldn't help coughing twice. It became the only voice in this solemn environment.

"Zhaorong." The purple-robed minister who was the first to attack was gray-haired, frowning and looking at the woman sitting above, "You have been here for three days, take a rest."

"It's okay." After taking the handkerchief handed over by the maid, she wiped the perspiration from her forehead, and then put down her pen to wash her hands calmly. Shangguan Wan'er's gaze never moved away from the half-finished imperial edict on the case. "Wei Xianggong, is there any news from Lingzhou?"

Wei Yuanzhong looked at the busy outer hall, and replied: "No."

There was a pause in the movement of her hand, Wan'er lowered her eyes and she didn't know what she was thinking, she just responded "Oh" lightly, then picked up the pen again, and continued to write the imperial edict in front of her.

The few cases that are not wide are full of various documents, which are divided into hills by the housekeepers. This pile is the memorials of various states and counties, and the other pile is the imperial edict that needs to be sent to the province for review and issuance. In the past, it was a countersigned opinion, and so on, Wan'er buried her head in the endless files, and before she finished the edict in her hand, beads of sweat dripped from her forehead that had just been wiped clean.

Shaking the pen like flying, she was about to drop the last stroke, and took down the next memorial on the left, Wan'er asked: "Is there any memorial for Mr. Su?"

Just as Wei Yuanzhong was about to answer, he saw a servant from the outer hall rushing in, holding a thick scroll in his hand: "Zhaorong! Su Xianggong's report!"

"Bring it here!" Wan'er's eyes lit up, she put the pen on the pen stand, got up and reached out to take the scroll from the servant, and when she pulled the ribbon, the scroll poured down, and only the first few pieces were visible on the long scroll. Words are enough to shock people.

Wan'er was a little unsteady, a line of words was blurred into several lines in front of her eyes, and the maid Yi standing beside her rushed up to help her.

Servant Su Gui is an important minister who has been sent to the first-line governors since the beginning of winter in Dashui, Hebei Province. In these reports, Zhaorong attaches the most importance to his first-line knowledge, and every time they are sent, Wei Yuanzhong, who is nominally the governor of Zhongshu Province, also follows Uneasy, but after fighting for almost two months, Zhaorong had never lost his composure like this before, Wei Yuanzhong had a hunch that something serious might have happened.

"Zhao Rong?" He tried to call her, trying to call back Wan'er's lost soul.

"The flood has spread to Shandong, covering more than [-] prefectures." Wan'er's weary voice trembled slightly, "Shandong has reported the cattle epidemic, and Mr. Su is still verifying it."

"Cow plague?" Wei Yuanzhong was also surprised. Cattle are the foundation of farming and the people's livelihood. The Tang Dynasty prohibits private killing of cattle and livestock. Now that plague is found among cattle and livestock, people dare not think about what to do in the future .

After hastily browsing through the report in hand, Wan'er sat down slumped, picked up the pen but immediately resumed her vigorous and resolute appearance, and wrote comments on the paper, while saying to Wei Yuanzhong: "Let Su Xianggong verify it, and let him act as an agent. Hebei and Shandong affairs, if you want food and important people, just ask me, I will also send capable doctors in Beijing to investigate."

Wei Yuanzhong was extremely worried: "There is drought in the capital, floods in Hebei, and epidemics in Shandong. The Hanjiacang left by Empress Zetian may not be able to help so many people. Where can the imperial court go to adjust food?"

When he mentioned "Empress Zetian", the pen in Wan'er's hand obviously stopped, and immediately began to write smoothly on the paper, and said: "I want to see the memorial of Lingzhou! As long as Lingzhou wins , the grain in Sichuan can be transferred to the capital, and then the grain in the south of the Yangtze River can be transported to Shandong and Hebei.”

Zhaorong has been in charge of the Zhongshu Province since the time of Empress Zetian, and it has been more than ten years now. Even Wei Yuanzhong does not feel that there is any humiliation in being under a woman. Her people feel confident in doing things.However, ever since Emperor Li Xian took over the country from Empress Zetian, the imperial court suffered from natural disasters one after another. Unfortunately, misfortunes never come singly, and even Shangguan Zhaorong, who has always handled things calmly, has to pin his hopes on the victory of the First World War.

In fact, although Zhao Rong pinned his hopes on the victory of the First World War, most of the officials of Zhongshu Province hoped for a rain in the capital. The Guanzhong Plain can be regarded as fertile soil. That battle would have been much easier.Wei Yuanzhong knew that other officials in the imperial court were not idle when changing shifts. They often visited the Dragon King Temple, which had a high reputation among the common people.

However, Zhao Rong does not believe that the gods can make rain. She has witnessed the fall of the gods in Zichen Peak for more than 20 years, and she has always been more willing to believe in things made by human beings.

Wei Yuanzhong didn't have time to sigh, another messenger ran in from the outer hall, even more hurried than last time, tripped on the threshold and almost fell off.

He shouted while running: "Zhaorong! Zhaorong! Lingzhou!"

"What happened to Lingzhou?" As soon as she finished writing the reply to Su Gui, Wan'er waited for the report she had been waiting for.

"General Sha Zha went out of the city and encountered most of the Turks in Mingsha. The Tang army...the Tang army was defeated!"

"What?" The original plan was about to be overthrown again, Wan'er suppressed her shock, and quickly stroked her mind that had become dizzy due to exhaustion and the bad news that could not be slackened. After pondering for a while, she understood clearly. Question: "How was it defeated? How many people were killed or injured? Did the Turks retreat? In which direction did they go? And Tubo...is there any movement from Tubo?"

Asked by Yiqi, Sheren hurriedly gathered himself together, and answered seriously: "If you go back to Zhaorong, 3 people will die in battle, and Huizhou and Yuanzhou have already fallen..."

"Zhaorong!" Before the housekeeper finished reporting, an eunuch hurried into the room, seeing that he must be someone close to the emperor, "The sage hurriedly summoned Zhaorong to go over."

In the past two months of continuous famine, Li Xian didn't ask any questions except to go to the court. What is he looking for her at this time?Since the emperor came to summon her, she had to muster up her spirits to deal with it. Wan'er stood up, refused Yidu's support, glanced at Wei Yuanzhong and explained briefly, then followed the eunuch.

As soon as she arrived at the Taiye Pool, she heard the ear-splitting drum music, Wan'er followed the eunuch's footsteps and rested for a while, when she raised her eyes and saw the flags waving by the pool, her heart sank.

"Zhaorong?" The eunuch turned around to remind him when he saw that the person hadn't followed.

Wan'er calmed down and quickened her pace to follow.

In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, "splashing cold Hu opera" is popular in the palace. Men with big arms and round waists are selected to dance naked, and the audience splashes water on them.Li Xian liked this kind of nonsense when he was the prince. It is strange to say that he is a weak person who can't handle things, but he likes to watch this kind of powerful entertainment.

Or... just because he has achieved nothing in the government, he wants to place an emperor's superiority on these men, right?

But is now the time for such an activity?Zhongshu Sheng was so busy that he wished that one person could be used by two people, but the emperor was laughing and making a fuss here.The capital was in a severe drought, and there was no rain for months, and the victims knocked on the south gate one after another. In the Daming Palace in the northeast corner, the water from the Taiye Pond was pumped up and poured on the dancers!

Wan'er was full of unfinished business in Zhongshu Province. Although Wei Yuanzhong was used to be the prime minister, he was old after all, and he was a little worried about explaining to him, not to mention the few people who were newly promoted by the Ministry of Education. She was able to do things, and she didn't even have a helper, but Li Xian still summoned her to watch the show at a critical moment.

"I was just talking about Zhaorong just now. It's a pity that Zhaorong couldn't witness it with my own eyes." Seeing that Wan'er was a little absent-minded, he looked at her carefully. With a slightly haggard look, he asked with concern, "Why, haven't you finished the work of the Ministry of Education?"

What an indifferent emperor, the famine was in the quagmire, and he asked her if she had finished.Wan'er forced a smile, and replied respectfully: "There are cabinet discussions every day, and disaster relief is still in the pipeline."

Seeing that she was not willing to come, Li Xian was a little embarrassed. Seeing Wan'er's alienation, he persuaded: "You don't have to worry too much, don't be like A Niang at that time, but concentrate everything in your own hands. I think the few people recommended by the empress are not bad, and I can let them do some things alone, no matter how bad it is, there is still Wei Xianggong to stand up for."

As soon as he mentioned "A Niang", Wan'er's heart trembled again. When things were difficult, everyone around would always mention that woman.Wan'er felt that this was God stirring up her grievances. What did she do wrong to stay alone? If Queen Zetian was in power now, things would never have developed to this point.

"Shangguan Zhaorong, I heard that the capital was hit by disasters in Shandong. I want to build a Buddhist temple to pray for the Tang Dynasty. My son asked Zhaorong for a sum of money. I asked Yang Shangshu from the transfer department yesterday. How can I say it is Zhaorong?" Detained, without Zhaorong's warrant, the household department is not allowed to spend money?" Princess An Le, who was sitting next to Li Xian, picked up a piece of dessert, and asked Wan'er in a leisurely manner.

It turned out that calling her here in a hurry was not just to watch a play, but also to have more severe questions waiting for her.The smile on Wan'er's mouth did not change, and she greeted the displeased An Le: "Princess Rong, there have been many disasters and disasters recently, and the war on the western front is tense. Whether it is to transfer grain from the south of the Yangtze River or from the middle of Sichuan, it will cost a lot of money. Wan'er was also helpless, so she strictly ordered Yang Shangshu to seal the treasury, and all money and food in and out had to go through the Ministry of Education, so that she knew exactly what she wanted."

Anle sneered, not forgiving: "Zhaorong said that disasters and accidents are happening all over the place. I built a Buddhist temple to pray for God to bless my Tang Dynasty. I have made this wish in Daci'en Temple before, and all gods and Buddhas know it. Zhaorong withdrew the degree. , if you want to spoil my happiness and God's happiness like this, aren't you afraid of being condemned by the heavens?"

Only people who can't do their best will listen to the destiny. Wan'er scoffed at this, but she still spoke softly, trying to explain: "The princess has good intentions, Wan'er dare not know that the distant water of Zhongshu Province can't save the near water of Hebei. Fire, let alone hope in the gods?"

"I built a Buddhist temple to do my best, should I only allow Zhaorong to do my best and not allow me to take credit?" An Le stood up and questioned aggressively.

"That's not what I meant!" Wan'er felt a little impatient to be questioned like this after being exhausted in Zhongshu Province. "If the princess wants to contribute, why don't the princess Donate the money for building the temple, allocate money and food in the name of the princess, let the princess be the god, and directly benefit the people?"

An Le's face was flushed with anger, she pointed at Wan'er and was speechless: "You..."

"Hey, what Shangguan Zhaorong said is serious." Embracing her daughter with one arm, Empress Wei spoke up in time to help her precious daughter, "What's the matter? Zhaorong is the only one in the palace who cares about the people of Tang Dynasty?"

One sentence reminded Wan'er that she had always been patient with this unreasonable mother and daughter, why did she suddenly lose her composure and acted as if she wanted to antagonize her.Wan'er lowered her head slightly, and responded in a low voice: "Wan'er dare not."

Seeing that she was submissive, Empress Wei smiled contemptuously and said: "Yes, Datang is Your Majesty's Datang. Both I and Wan'er are people who work for Your Majesty. Wan'er has Wan'er's way of doing things. We There is also our way of doing things, Bao'er has good intentions, why does Wan'er not only not understand, but insists on fighting against it?"

Wan'er pursed her lips, and Li Xian, who was supposed to express his opinion, didn't say a word. He was never someone who could be trusted, but An Le could still refuse, so he brought her here alone, and confronted Empress Wei. The trap was set up for her just to spend money, and it would be impossible if the money was not given.

The play of splashing cold is still going on, and the sound of drum music has not stopped for a moment. Listening to the deafening drum sound and the most precious sound of water splashing all over the sky this winter, Wan'er only feels icy cold all over her body, as if the cold water had been splashed on herself. There was a piercing chill on his body.

She wanted to speak, but she couldn't help coughing twice, Wan'er held the proof with one hand, trying to support herself.

"Brother Seven, I'm sorry my sister forgot to report back." Before Wan'er could say a word, Princess Taiping, who had been watching the play for a long time, spoke for her, "I also asked Wan'er for money and food for cultivating Taoism. Wan'er is also in trouble, saying that the two princesses want the money, and I don't know who to give it to."

Taiping broke the deadlock with one sentence, Wan'er looked at the woman who looked very much like Queen Zetian, and smiled in a ball of jewels, and said nothing as if it was true: "Let me say, since it is my niece who wants to build a Buddhist temple , as an elder, it’s not easy for me to grab it openly. We are all princesses of the Tang Dynasty. What urgently needed money and food? Can’t we get things done without this money? That's where the money should go."

On the one hand is the younger sister who has been loved since childhood, and on the other is the daughter who was born with shame. Li Xian, who had an unclear attitude, couldn't help but speak, looked at An Le, who was obviously jealous of this aunt, and asked, "Wu'er, are you really in such a hurry? "

An Le retorted and asked, "Pray for the Tang Dynasty, there is no hurry!"

"The dignified princess of the Tang Dynasty went to the household department to ask for such a worthless money. Seventh brother, you have treated Bao'er too badly!" Taiping raised his voice slightly, and just blocked Anle's words with a straight face, and then paid for it. Smiling, he said to An Le, "Why, Bao'er, are you in such a hurry? Your grandfather doesn't love you, so why didn't you tell your aunt? What can my aunt want here? How about my aunt building this Buddhist temple for you?"

Hearing this, Wan'er finally breathed a sigh of relief, took the towel that Yidu sent up in time, and wiped off the cold sweat on her face, fortunately there was still Taiping present, who could speak for her.

This aunt who looks majestic from a distance makes the lawless An Le often feel scared, not to mention that she turns her face faster than a book, making people confused.An Le didn't dare to talk to Taiping, and just shrank into her mother's arms. Empress Wei hurriedly hugged her daughter, and bowed her head to Taiping: "My sister has talked about this, how can there be a reason for a niece to ask her aunt for money for a Buddhist temple?" ? Although this matter is urgent, there is no rush. Making offerings to gods and Buddhas is a lifetime achievement, so take your time."

There was a smile on Taiping's lips, and he didn't deliberately look at Wan'er who was on the side. Anle's frightened look was reflected in his eyes, and he still spoke like a loving aunt: "Good boy, don't run around to touch her in the future." You have a gray nose, Auntie is here, you are always welcome."

Seeing An Le was so frightened, Empress Wei hurriedly grabbed her daughter: "Wu'er, hurry up and thank Auntie."

Taiping's full smile hides a cannibalistic anger, Anle refuses to let go of her mother, nestles in Queen Wei's arms, and timidly says: "Thank...thank you, aunt..."

"Okay, okay, just a little misunderstanding, let's talk about it." Li Xian is used to this kind of peacemaker, seeing that Anle has stopped making trouble, he remembered that he is the emperor who should be in charge of the overall situation, and looked at Yi Ping, who was about to be rumbled Wan'er, who couldn't sit still due to the sound of the drum music, saw her haggard face paler when she came in, and her beautiful eyebrows had not been stretched since they were frowned. Li Xian comforted, "Wan'er has become much haggard these days. I will order Zhongshu Province to take care of the matter, and Wan'er should go back and rest."

"Your Majesty!" How could she be dismissed at such a time, the situation of the famine is changing every day, and the slightest carelessness will cause people's grievances to boil. Wan'er knows that even if she just sits there and doesn't ask anything, with her Zhao Rongzai, who has been sitting in Zhongshu Province all year round, can also give the provincial officials a reassurance.

"Okay, there's no need to say any more. I know that Wan'er is dedicated to serving the country, but as the queen said, without Wan'er in the Tang Dynasty, no one cares about the people anymore?" Li Xian said this for the first time when dealing with the famine. With firm determination, she even skipped over Wan'er and ordered her maid directly, "Yidu, go to the Imperial Hospital to find some highly skilled imperial physicians and bring them back to Zhaorong Mansion, and say that it is my will to give Zhaorong to recuperate at home, and you are not allowed to take them away." Those troublesome things go to her."

Li Xian always sticks to his own opinion on what he thinks is good intentions, and everything else is easy to discuss, but when he is stubborn, he can't discuss anything.Wan'er knew it would be useless to talk too much, so she stood up and thanked her.

Returning home after many days, she didn't feel relieved to finally let go of her job. Wan'er was still thinking about the matter of Zhongshu Sheng.After the shocking changes during the Shenlong period, even Wei Yuanzhong has learned to act with caution, and Wan'er can understand him. The old prime minister who is more than a few years old now only wants to retire safely, and has no higher pursuit.Wei Yuanzhong always avoids making decisions. He has to rely on Zhao Rong to decide everything. The person who makes the decision is the responsible person. A vigorous and decisive prime minister like Su Gui is sent to the front line. The disaster is changing rapidly. If no one in the court can make a decisive decision In judging the matter, no matter how thoughtful the dispatched officials are, they are helpless.

Therefore, Wan'er never asked anyone to write the reply to Su Gui. She believed that Su Gui, who was in the center of the famine, would know that the court had not been crushed and had not given up as long as she saw the familiar handwriting of Zhao Rong.

"Ahem..." A letter was interrupted several times, Wan'er bent down slightly, and had to stop writing again.

"Zhaorong, the medicine is getting cold, please write after drinking it." Yidu also urged him many times, and I have never seen Zhaorong being so stubborn before, "The imperial doctor said that Zhaorong was too tired, and he was out of balance. It’s a symptom of wind-cold, but it’s more severe than normal wind-cold.”

"Don't miss me." Wan'er couldn't resist, picked up the medicine bowl and took a sip, swallowing bitterness in her mouth.

"Zhaorong, Princess Taiping of Zhenguo is asking to see you." There was a message outside the door.

The hand holding the medicine bowl froze, Wan'er guessed that Taiping followed her out of the palace, and she was dismissed by the emperor's gift due to illness, and she didn't know what reason Taiping made up to get away, so she came to her eagerly, although her heart was full of emotions. There was a burst of warmth, but Wan'er's mind was very clear.

"Go and tell the princess, just say that I've rested." After Wan'er gave the order, she handed Yidu the bottomed-out medicine bowl.

Just as he was about to write again, the maid outside the door came back and replied: "The princess must see Zhao Rong, and said it is for disaster relief."

To force her to use disaster relief, Wan'er smiled lightly and shook her head, saying: "The Ministry of Households has set up a charity warehouse. If the princess wants to donate money, please invite her to the charity warehouse."

"Wan'er doesn't want to see me so much, and let those old men from the household department send me away?" The people at the door couldn't stop them and didn't dare to stop them. In front of the pile of official documents, Taiping's face darkened, "I asked you to come back to rest, but you are surrounded by these disgusting things everywhere."

Wan'er smiled, and waved back the maid in the room: "Thank you for helping me out today, you must have seen that the treasury can't cope with such frequent famines, if you really want to help me, you shouldn't come to me I should go to the household department to donate."

Taiping stood by the desks and looked down. Although he was ill, the handwriting on the spread paper was still strong. Taiping spoke with a sour taste: "I rescued you today, is it because of the famine?"

"Isn't it?" Wan'er looked up at her, seeing the unhappiness written on her face, she couldn't help laughing, "The princess is the princess of the Tang Dynasty, and the Tang Dynasty supported the princess with five thousand households. Shouldn't the princess come out for the disaster-stricken people?" Some strength?"

"It's not the [-] households who supported me, the princesses of the Tang Dynasty, most of my food seals were given by the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty!" Taiping was unreasonable, and he refuted aggressively, "The household department is not my family. The household department, why should I go to the household department to donate money?"

She was stubborn as hell, Wan'er saw that there was a hint of anger on her face, which aroused the depression in Wan'er's heart that she couldn't get rid of.She thought that Taiping was someone who was with her anyway, but when she heard such words from Taiping's mouth, Wan'er's face turned cold, she finished writing the last line, wrapped up the scroll and sighed: "Princess is not for this reason. Why come to coax me?"

She still doesn't understand why Taiping, who is used to being arrogant and pampered, has ever explained anything to anyone in such a low-pitched manner. After being shut down at the door, Wan'er is still lukewarm to her.Taiping looked down at her thin body, the sour taste from his mouth just now quietly penetrated into his heart, after a long moment of awkwardness, he muttered softly: "I'm not for you."

Wan'er was startled, then leaned against the table, clutched her chest and coughed dryly twice.

"If it weren't for your hard work in Zhongshu Province, I wouldn't be bothered to take care of Seventh Brother's affairs." Resigned to her fate, she still didn't want to let Wan'er misunderstand, not to mention that she was still ill, and Taiping regretted that she had persecuted him like that just now She sat down leaning against Wan'er, caressing her bony back, "You have to take care of yourself, the Secretary of State is relying on you, if you are sick at this time, wouldn't it make things worse?"

Under Taiping's reassurance, her breath quickly calmed down, and Wan'er smiled wryly: "Who will continue after the imperial court leaves? Previously, the majesty of Zetian Great Sage Empress, once she comes to this world, won't someone still take her hand?"

Taiping, who was holding Wan'er half in his arms, suddenly fell silent. The god-like woman in Shangyang Palace really went there in the posture of a god. It has only been a year since then, and she has become a knot in the heart that no one dares to touch.

"Since there are others who can continue to do things for her, why should she push you so hard?" Taiping's heartache became more and more intense, and he took a deep breath and couldn't hold back his trembling breath, "Wan'er, you are still thinking about me. she."

How can she not miss it?Especially in this difficult time, it is easier to think of that woman when she was in power.Wan'er thought, she can understand that the group of officials of Zhongshu Province rely on her thoughts. When she was still talented, didn't she also rely on the person on the throne, even if she didn't ask a word, Wan'er just Knowing why you are working, and knowing that the decision that fits the overall situation can be supported by the gods, you can overcome numerous obstacles countless times, and never let your hands down.

At that time, it was tiring to deal with government affairs, but the tiredness was fulfilling rather than exhausting. Wan'er felt that her heart was aching more and more. That was not what the imperial physician said. The increasingly heavy reality weighed on her, making her understand more and more clearly that the person who has always stood behind her to protect her is getting farther and farther away.

"Hmm..." She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip tightly, unable to even deal with Taiping, Wan'er shrank in the small circle surrounded by a few, with cold sweat pricking Taiping's eyes.

Taiping hurriedly supported her, and then pretended to be calm. In front of Wan'er who was tortured by the illness, she was still flustered: "What's wrong? What did the imperial doctor say, isn't it taking medicine?"

"How can the decoction take effect so quickly?" Wan'er stood up with Taiping's strength, her footsteps were sloppy and her eyes were blurred, "It's nothing serious, just rest for two days and you'll be fine."

Taiping helped her steady, he had never taken care of anyone so finely before, lifted the quilt on the couch with one hand, and helped Wan'er onto the couch: "Lie down quickly."

"Famine waits for no one, I don't know what will happen after I rest." After all, she can't fall down. Although Wan'er is obediently lying on the couch, her eyes are almost empty when she looks at the roof, " Natural disasters are already very serious, and such things happen on the western front, and the flood in Hebei cannot be controlled for a while, if there is a god, it will be a real favor to give the capital a drought that has been drought for months."

Sitting on the side of the couch, Taiping didn't know what to do to comfort her. It was difficult for her to put her hope in the heavens. If Wan'er believed in her fate, she would not stand out from the Yeting Palace, step by step from a sinful slave to this position.But Wan'er, who never believed in these things, also began to yearn for God's gift, and Taiping felt very depressed.

After pondering for a long time, he suddenly thought of something, and Taiping hurriedly said: "The former son Liang Wang and Youji asked the seventh brother, saying that when A Niang was alive, Qian Li Yi'an, I am afraid there is some magic, begging the seventh brother to send them to Qianling to ask for help. It's raining!"

She hoped that the god's sigh was only temporary, but Wan'er still didn't believe it from the bottom of her heart. She smiled and shook her head when she heard it, and said, "Your son doesn't talk about strange powers, how can there be any gods in this world? If the Queen of Heaven can transform For the gods to take care of her people, why do you need Wan'er to work hard here?"

Nothing can comfort her. Although Wan'er is ill, she is very clear-headed, and she will never be tempted by groundless things at will.Taiping didn't mention this matter anymore, and tucked the quilt for her, concealed his heavy thoughts, and smiled slightly: "Don't think so much, get a good night's sleep."

"You go back quickly." Wan'er accepted her kindness, tilted her head slightly to look at the shadow of the sun outside the window, and reminded, "It's getting dark."

But Taiping sighed softly, stood up and said, "I'm right outside."

"It's difficult for the maids to deal with you being there." Wan'er smiled and urged again, "Go back."

Taiping refused, and his expression was unprecedentedly firm: "I'm right outside."

Saying that, she pushed the door open, like a gust of wind when the Tathagata came, Wan'er saw Taiping's figure reflected in the doorway, she felt so at ease.

Of course she knows why Taiping has to stay here. Taiping can find a reason to run away from Li Xian's banquet, so it's hard for Baoanle to come and trouble her. Anle is not someone who can suffer. Zhao Rong also had to get up to greet her.

Only Taiping can use her status to overwhelm others, and now she is the only one who can support her.That woman's blood flowed from Taiping's body.

Shangguan Wan'er didn't know how long she had slept, and when she opened her eyes in a daze, it was already late at night.There is no daytime shadow on the window, and a layer of starlight is overturned. Maybe it is because the mind is still not clear, and it feels like being embraced gently in the dimness.

Bowing her head, she has already experienced the gentlest embrace in the world, where is there anything gentler than that most reassuring embrace?

Reason has not yet returned to the mind, Wan'er does not know whether she is awake or dreaming, although she is a poet who is sensitive to spring to autumn, she is very busy during this time, but she is not interested in flowers blooming and falling.It's been a long time since she has paid so much attention to the starlight in the night, leaving all the disasters and battles behind, and feeling the twinkling little things wholeheartedly.

Dissatisfied with the starlight being blocked by the window, I suddenly wanted to go out and have a look.

Wan'er wanted to get up, but she didn't have much strength. The hand that supported her body trembled slightly, and when she was about to fall back on the couch, she was firmly caught by a big hand.

Like an electric shock, the fog in my mind dissipated instantly, because of the all-too-familiar touch.

"Your Majesty..." The word "Your Majesty" stuck in her throat. She had called others "Your Majesty" for two years, and this title no longer belonged to that woman alone.

However, looking up slightly, the woman sitting on the side of the couch is still familiar, with her peony-like graceful posture, she will never be recognized as someone else.Wan'er was so shocked that she couldn't speak, Wu Zhao's hand rested on her shoulder, and deep intolerance accumulated in her affectionate eyes.

"Azhao?" Only this title still belonged to her alone, and Wan'er called out carefully, for fear of shattering the unreal dream.

Wu Zhao, who was holding her half in his arms, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, responding to her trembling call without saying a word.

Wan'er tried to reach out to touch her, the touch was real enough to overturn the butterfly dream, Wan'er's hand really traced on Wu Zhao's face, it was different from a year ago, it was definitely Wu Zhao who was the queen So young and graceful appearance.

"Azhao...it's really you..." She didn't disappear because of the touch, but instead held Wan'er's hand that was lingering on her face. Wan'er tried her best to hold back the warmth in her eyes, unwilling to let The hazy tearful eyes blurred the figure of the dreamer.

"Azhao, Azhao, you still can't let go of Wan'er, can you?" After confirming many times, Wan'er couldn't care less, hugged Wu Zhao by the waist, and buried her head in the place where she had always allowed her tears to get wet. On her heart, she felt that Wu Zhao who was sitting upright was forced to tremble by her strength, and in the warm embrace, she could still hear the familiar heartbeat, which inspired Wan'er to pour out all the depression in her heart for the past two years, " Azhao, I can't hold on any longer! Your son is not like you at all. He not only handed over the government affairs to me, but allowed his wife and daughter to participate in it. When I was devastated by the flood in Hebei, Anle They even overhauled the garden in the back, and they emptied the old bottom of the household department. At this time, they still want money from me!

"Sha Zha's loyalty was defeated. He was recommended by the King of Liang. Your nephew wants to divide the world with your daughter-in-law, so you have to come and get involved everywhere. But is it time to fight for success in defending the western front? Sha Zha Zha Zhongyi has never been a general, how can he shoulder the heavy responsibility of sharing the famine in the east?

"I always watch things go in the direction I expected. I predict the result in advance, but I can't save it. Do you know what kind of despair it is? Azhao, do you love me or not! Taiping is so majestic But you told me countless times to take good care of her, you loved her so much that you refused to pass on the Queen's seat to her, and asked her to be a real Princess Taiping with the food seal of [-] households, what about me? Azhao, I beg you like that, why don't you take me away?

"Azhao, look, even the heavens don't want me to continue to be this Zhaorong, so that such disasters will continue to come down. I can't complete your unfinished inheritance for you. I am not worthy to be a minister to inherit your legacy. I am a sin slave of Ye Ting Palace, and I work for you in the court, just relying on the extravagant hope of reaching the moon for nine days, what does your world have to do with me, and what does the world without you have to do with me!

"You know it's a dead end, you know it! Ah Zhao...I can't hold on anymore, I really can't hold on..."

The voice of crying gradually subsided, and Wan'er nestled in Wu Zhao's arms sobbing. These words that she never dared to say to others, even in the first year after changing the emperor, when she drove to visit Shangyang Palace every month, she would not dare to speak with them. Wu Zhao, who had unburdened himself, said.All the dares are like a dam bursting at this moment, being accepted by the most gentle embrace in the world, Wu Zhao just hugged her silently, reaching out to caress Wan'er's long black hair hanging down, Wan'er remembers that she was hurt by In spite of her grievances, Wu Zhao also comforted her like this, with a pair of turbulent hands stroking Wan'er's black hair with great cherishment.

Wan'er clings to her arms greedily, enjoying the sense of security against all wind and rain as a matter of course, the wind and cold hit her, and she is a little dizzy again, Wan'er half-opened her eyes, looking at Wu Zhao with compassion, she must Seriously ask:

"Azhao... do you... love me or not..."

Crying for too long, now her voice is hoarse, Wan'er heard herself asking a question so lightly, before getting a response in time, she fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, the night sky was still filled with starlight, that is, the gods were embracing her tenderly.

Starlight trembled in the night sky, and a few of them broke free from the shackles of the night and flew down rapidly.

one...two...

"Is it raining?" Taiping, who was waiting outside the door, stretched out his hand, and suddenly caught a small raindrop.

The icy cool touch conveys joy from the fingertips to the heart.

Standing under the eaves, Taiping looked up, watching the rain change from bit by bit to as fine as silk, and the more dense rain, there was a sound when it fell on the ground. It was the pleasant sound that the whole Chang'an city had been looking forward to all winter.

"It's raining!" It was finally confirmed that the cheers of the people in the street market separated by a wall could be heard in Zhaorong Mansion.

Wan'er slowly opened her eyes, frowned for a long time, unable to recover, she suddenly remembered something, reached out and touched the side of the couch, looking over anxiously, there was no one on the side of the couch, it was only cold, and the room was terribly empty.

"Azhao?" She remembered seeing that person, it was definitely not a dream, she had obviously touched it, and that feeling could not be fake.

"Azhao!" Intense unease welled up in her heart, Wan'er threw off the quilt in a hurry, dragged her heavy sick body up from the couch, stood on the side of the couch for a while, then stumbled towards the door.

"Azhao!" While shouting, she stretched out her hand to push the door, and the two doors opened, and the raindrops, dense as stitches, flew down from the eaves and floated on Wan'er's pure white dress with the wind, making people tremble.

It's... raining?