Qu clear as promised

Liang Hui raised his eyebrows: "Only like "Jun Xing Ling"?"

Zhu Zhiyi touched the ink marks that were not yet dry, and said softly: "The willows on the palace tower will return to the spring and the sun will be green, and the king's kindness will be difficult to return to the old days. The wind, sand and blood are all loyal, and the hometown will never be heard."

Yuan Cong used to be the son of a family and accompanied the emperor to study, good ministers met the emperor, and together they set things right, agitated the turbid and promoted the clean, with like-mindedness and deep friendship.

After the northern enemy invaded, Yuan Cong abandoned his pen and joined the army. He killed the enemy and served the country with sincerity and devotion. They no longer trust each other, and finally died unjustly on the battlefield because of the emperor's orders.

"Don't your majesty think these two sentences are well written?"

In the past, the palace willows outside the South Study Room turned yellow and then green, but the king’s appreciation and kindness changed too quickly, and he couldn’t give me back the bright moon that was as bright as my heart in the past.

The scene is used to describe the feelings, and the objects are used to express the aspirations.

"It's not an exaggeration to say it's eternal." Zhu Zhiyi looked straight at Liang Hui's gaze that had been fixed on his face.

Liang Hui's eyes were neither sideways nor flickering: "Where is the magic?"

"Tragic and desolate." But what is sad is not being far away from the homeland, not being killed in battle, but the heavy and ruthless favor of the king, the unpredictability of the loyal ministers not being able to meet the good king, and the disappearance of the best friends of the past.

"What does the Queen want to say?" Liang Hui still had a little smile on his lips, but there was no warmth.

The atmosphere was suddenly tense and delicate.

Zhu Zhiyi shook her head: "I didn't want to say anything." I just wanted to remind you that the late emperor owed my grandfather more than Gaozong owed Yuan Cong.

After a moment of stalemate, Liang Hui suddenly smiled: "Qing Gui is right."

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But in a blink of an eye, the warm and faint smile was on his face again: "I haven't been to the South Study Room for a few days, and appreciation of poetry and lyrics can't compare to the rules." He is a notorious bastard, and he has no qualifications. I went to the South Study Room to study.

"..." Liang Hui was always like this, Zhu Zhiyi felt bored and said boringly, "It's getting late, I'm going to rest, Your Majesty, please go back."

Liang Hui raised his eyebrows, looked at him and said, "I'm staying here tonight."

"What?" Zhu Zhiyi didn't hear clearly.

Liang Hui poured tea for him and said, "Chen Shu said that the floor heating in other rooms is old, but this one is warm with the wind behind it. It is clear that we will have a night with my general."

Zhu Zhiyi was taken aback for a moment, then thought about it, and turned around again.

The Empress was still seriously ill, and the Holy Majesty personally took care of her in every possible way, and everyone in the Jinzhou Mansion saw it. After that, it was inevitable that the Empress and Empress were united and deeply affectionate.

Liang Hui, in order to appease the Jin faction and fight for the former Donggong Xiantai Fu Jiushi, was willing to wrong herself to be squeezed into such a small room with him, which is really inflexible.

Zhu Zhiyi didn't really want to fulfill him, so she made an excuse: "I haven't recovered yet, and I'm afraid that I will give the emperor the anger of my illness, and this bed is quite small, so the emperor can't sleep comfortably."

Liang Hui was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, and had already walked over to make the bed, and retorted with reason and evidence: "I can take care of you before you recover, and the bed is small enough to keep you warm."

"..." Zhu Zhiyi just sat there and watched him make the bed in a decent way, and suddenly felt a little helpless. He has always been a master who waits for someone to serve him, and he really wanted to ask Liang Hui why he didn't wait for someone to do this.

He thought carefully, where Liang Hui was, there were generally few people who served him, and he never had anyone to serve him wherever he went, except Zhang Fuhai at most.

Changing clothes, grinding ink, pouring tea, and serving dishes are very proficient, and he does not pretend to be a man. This is really... very unlike a king.

But watching the Ninth Five-Year Lord busy there, sitting and drinking tea by himself, Zhu Zhiyi's etiquette rules do not allow him to do this.He hesitated, stood up half-moved and approached Liang Hui, pretending to ask, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Liang Hui paused, looked sideways at him, and said intentionally, "Then trouble Qinggui to cover those two pillows."

"...Okay." Zhu Zhiyi calmly and calmly picked up two pieces of cloud brocade pillow covers, looked around, touched them for a while, and stuffed the pillows into them.

From the corner of his eyes, Liang Hui took a full look at his pretending to be calm and disorganized, silently enjoying the helplessness and anxiety of the other party, and finally showed kindness and walked over to take the crumpled pillow cover in his hand: " Let me come."

"..." Zhu Zhiyi said indifferently as if he had received an amnesty secretly, "Your Majesty has worked hard."

The corners of Liang Hui's lips curled up slightly, but he didn't speak.

After drinking the medicine, Zhu Zhiyi soon fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden snowstorm again, the howling wind almost broke the windows, the temperature dropped sharply, and once the cold wind invaded, Zhu Zhiyi started to burn again, her forehead was sweating, and she was mumbling vaguely.

Liang Hui was woken up, got up and lit the lamp.

"Clean rules."

"Bless the rules."

Zhu Zhiyi closed her eyes tightly, raised her eyebrows, her lips were dry and pale, and she was in a cold sweat, trapped in a dream and unable to wake up.

Liang Hui casually put on a cloak, and ordered Xuan's accompanying imperial physician to fetch hot water and wipe his sweaty forehead, nose tip, and neck with his own hands.

Yuping boiled the medicine, and Liang Hui hugged someone to feed him. Zhu Zhiyi couldn't swallow it, and spit it out again. Qiao Yi and Zhang Fuhai were terrified when they saw the filth on the emperor's body.

"..." Liang Hui cursed secretly in his heart, but as if he didn't notice it on the face, he lowered his head and threatened Zhu Zhiyi in his dream in a vicious way: "If you don't want to drink Qinggui, I will have to feed you mouth to mouth. "

I don't know if Zhu Zhiyi heard it, but she really let the remaining half bowl of medicine flow down her throat obediently.

Liang Hui sent away the people who couldn't breathe loudly when the room was full, stuffed Zhu Zhiyi back under the quilt, and changed into clean clothes by himself.

As soon as he left, Zhu Zhiyi started to make trouble again, touching Liang Hui's with waving hands, and holding on tightly, as if it was the only bit of warmth in the ice and snow.

Liang Hui kept ignoring him, but when his hand was about to slip, he wrapped it into his own palm.After thinking about it, she pulled her lips to breathe again, Zhu Zhiyi's blood was probably cold, no matter how much she covered her, she couldn't warm her, and she couldn't sleep well.

Liang Hui squinted his eyes to look at this soft-looking face. The mole between his eyebrows was not as unattainable as usual, and there was a kind of insanely pure and charming. It seems too serious and old-fashioned.

Zhu Zhiyi had a nightmare, seemed to be in great pain, and hugged him indiscriminately, Liang Hui hesitated for a moment, gave a "tsk" impatiently, picked him up, warmed him with his body, wrapped him tightly in a quilt, and A pat on the back to appease.

In the middle of the night, Zhu Zhiyi really broke out in sweat, and her forehead was not so hot anymore. Liang Hui didn't want to worry about it anymore. He stared at his flushed face quietly for a while, and finally got up and changed his sweat-soaked suit. undershirt.

Xiao Guban was still a torturer, he was not as rigid as usual when he was sick, he would lift the quilt at every turn, Liang Hui helped him tuck it up, and he even kicked him.

"..."

Liang Hui sneered, brushed his hair sticking to the side of his face, was puzzled, and pinched the tip of his upturned nose heavily, Zhu Zhiyi suddenly opened his eyes, and the two of them stared at each other, frozen in place.

"..."

Liang Hui may have practiced face changing, Shi Shiran put away his hands, as if nothing happened, with a natural expression, even a gentle smile, and thoughtful question: "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

Zhu Zhiyi rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then he regained consciousness, otherwise he thought Liang Hui was in a dream, what was he doing just now?pinch your nose?After trying to murder his wife?

Zhu Zhiyi frowned: "Hot."

Liang Hui changed the hot water to lukewarm, and wiped his sweat again.Rubbing the sensitive places like ears, chin and soft cheeks, Zhu Zhiyi was very uncomfortable: "The emperor calls Qiao Yi."

Liang Hui paused for a moment while twisting the handkerchief, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What? I didn't serve you well?"

The author says:

Xiao Liang: Talking about poems and songs with my wife