Qinglian Snow Heavy

Early the next morning, Buti came over to serve her with the wash water. After spending a few days with her, Buti knew that Qinglian had the habit of getting up early.When I came here this morning and saw the door was still closed, my heart felt cold, I knocked on the door a few times and broke in regardless of the rules.

The food on the table was still the same as yesterday, Qinglian took a bite to no avail, Buti walked over and saw Qinglian laying on the thin quilt, sleeping soundly, wearing a clean middle coat, even though it was dotted with scarlet.Buti put the wooden basin in his hand on the ground, shook the wine bottle on the table, most of it was missing, thinking that Qinglian had already cleaned the wound last night, Buti was also half relieved.

But why now that he hastily entered the room, the young master didn't react at all. Thinking of this, Buti nervously rushed to Qinglian's bed and touched Qinglian's body.Fortunately, it was hot, so he shouldn't have died, but the heat seemed unusual.Buti turned over Qinglian's body and saw that flushed face.

Qinglian has a fever, and the injury is so severe and there is no cure, how can it be possible that nothing will happen?Buti applied a wet cloth towel to Qinglian's forehead, then ate the cold food on the table, packed up the dishes and went to Shangshan prison.Fine food is not available, but it is still possible to ask for a few bowls of rice soup and some salty vegetables.

Back in the small courtyard, Buti fed Qinglian rice soup and stayed by Qinglian's side all day.The green lotus was burning, and the person was drowsy, and seldom woke up.Without medicine, Buti found an old way to wrap Qinglian tightly with a quilt, hoping to sweat all over to dissipate heat.But Buti waited all afternoon and didn't see Qinglian sweating. He was very anxious, helped Qinglian into some rice soup, and then took out the leftover wine.

Unexpectedly, before the wine entered her throat, Qinglian coughed violently, and she didn't drink the wine at all. Buti didn't know that Qinglian's reaction would be so severe, so she had to temporarily put the wine bottle down to help Qinglian calm down. Just at this moment, Wang Lian, the Chief Steward of Nifang Palace, stepped into the room.

Yesterday, Empress Xiaochun had a shock at night, and today she felt a little unwell. The Tai Hospital called for Ping'an pulse, saying that the empress was weak, and prescribed a prescription, Xiaochun, and took a rest. Wang Lian took half a day off.Although Xiaochun is very dependent on Wang Lian, Wang Lian is not a person who bothers to invite favors, and he is absolutely indispensable when he is lazy.Wang Lian sent a pair of bamboo flutes that Qinglian had left in the palace yesterday, and took this opportunity to find out.

Seeing the chief executive came, Buti hurried forward to greet her, Wang Lian responded, but did not approach, only looked at Qinglian from a distance.Qinglian leaned on the bed frame, panting and coughing endlessly, a waterfall of blue hair cascaded down, and she couldn't see her face clearly at all.Wang Lian was not moved in the slightest, and sneered in his heart, it really was his own fault.

"Tong Leshi, I hope you will learn a lesson this time. Disobedience to the Queen will not do you any good. Your flute is here, please don't forget your duty!" Wang Lian said coldly.

"Qinglian has been taught, thank you, Eunuch Wang, Qinglian will definitely remember her role as a musician!" Qinglian struggled to sit up, not to curry favor with the eunuch, but to respect an elder.

Even in illness, Qinglian's hoarse voice was still so provocative. Wang Lian looked at Qinglian calmly for a while, then turned around and said to Buti, "Serve Tong Leshi well!" After a while, Wang Lian turned and left when he saw Buti's timid expression but no further words.His appearance is pure and handsome, his voice is beautiful, his hair is like a waterfall, his complexion is more than snow, and many similarities. Finally, he encountered an interesting thing. Wang Lian was full of curiosity, but he didn't show anything on his face.

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After the summoning on July [-]th, Xiaochun was ill for several days and never came to Qinglian to seek a break.The sharp-eyed people in the palace saw that the Chief Manager Wang Lian personally went to the small courtyard to return the flute box. Due to his prestige, no one bullied Qinglian anymore. In fact, in this Nifang Palace, there is nothing that can be hidden from the king. Lian.Although they were still not taken seriously, Qinglian and Buti lived a miserable life in the small courtyard, but the rare peace allowed Qinglian's body to recover gradually.

Without medicine, Qinglian's injury recovery was extremely slow. Since Buti gave Qinglian a sip of wine last time, now Qinglian would vomit whenever she smelled the slightest smell of alcohol, so Buti had to ask for some coarse salt and mix it with At least Shui persuaded Qinglian to help reduce the inflammation of the wound.The effect of the salt water is still good, but Qinglian endured it very hard.Buti looked at the purple scars on his back that were slowly starting to scab, thinking that he might get scars in the future.

Two days later, Qinglian can reluctantly go to the ground. Although Buti is helping with routine matters, Qinglian is not the kind of nobleman who stretches out his clothes. She also helps with some things, but most of the time she still plays the flute. One day of rehearsal, Qingqingdandan and Buti's companionship is over.It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, Qinglian just finished her meal this morning, someone sent a message to let Qinglian go to prepare.

It was still the side hall last time, Qinglian was led in, it was still very early, and many palace people were making preparations, opening curtains, burning incense, placing ice and so on.In a corner of the hall, a few small eunuchs were playing with musical instruments, Qing Lian walked over to greet them, and learned that the queen was going to listen to the opera today, so they started to practice together in one place.

The former female official of Si Yue has been abolished, and now the music skills of the small eunuchs in the palace are taught by Yue Fu.After all, Qinglian is famous in the history of music, and she is so superb in music and art, the eunuchs dare not underestimate her.Under Qinglian's guidance, we picked a few plays that the queen often listened to and practiced together.Qinglian ignored the strange looks in the eyes of the small supervisors in Hele, and concentrated on practicing the music. If the queen is just listening to the opera, then she must prepare well, after all, this is the duty of the musicians.

However, how could Xiaochun just listen to the drama in an ordinary way?Only a few paragraphs later, the singing and dancing began, Xiaochun ordered Qinglian to sing, but the response was still the same, "I dare not!"Qinglian resigned solemnly, bowed her head and knelt on the ground, not even playing the flute.Xiaochun was not in a hurry to get angry this time, he just watched Xiaojian's dreary Sizhu for a while, felt bored, and couldn't help it anymore.

Xiaochun has been ill for the past few days, and he also asked Wang Lian for his opinion, thinking that since Tong Qinglian climbed onto the emperor's body, she would not give in so easily, so she had to use some means.Anyway, to be idle is to be idle, Xiaochun thought in his heart that if he doesn't convince him now, he will not turn back when the emperor comes back.It's a pity that Qinglian is the son of General Tong, otherwise it's okay to kill him, what is the name of Xuanying, the Tong family has spread its legs and leaned on the lower to be promoted.Thinking of this, Hui Min felt disgusted, but she hated that Tong Jingyu followed her to Fengshan, Shuozhou.

"Stop all of them!" Xiaochun yelled angrily, and the hall was immediately silent, "What do you two think, is this how the servants are trained? You are still perfunctory here!" Xiaochun stretched out his finger and poked The two naked eunuchs in the hall, the queen had a seizure, and even the eunuchs knelt on the ground trembling in fright, while Qinglian knelt quietly beside her.

"You guys are not enjoying yourself so much, how can you make Tong Leshi fall in love with singing? Next, if you can't arouse Tong Leshi's interest again, watch your skin!" Xiaochun angrily scolded, and the two little supervisors hurriedly got up, Rolling up and down, Ying humming and panting, turning upside down, working extraordinarily hard.It's just that Qinglian lowered her head, still knelt silently, unmoved at all.

"Crack", the jasper tea bowl shattered, "Wang Lian, what do you want to be the boss, look at these slaves, all of them are deaf to my words, do you still have me as a queen in your eyes, don't you teach me a lesson?" !" Wang Lian was rarely reprimanded by Xiaochun in public these years, but he didn't take it as disobedience, he knew it in his heart, he ordered people to pass the palace rules up, and he didn't take people down to torture, he directly taught in this hall.

The little prisoner who was trained as a male servant was the most delicate and tender, even if he was taught a lesson, it was soft punishment that would not leave any wounds on his body. After enduring such painful beatings there, he was already rolling on the ground, wailing constantly.The rattan whip used in the palace is slender and flexible, and a whip can pull out a very long opening, and it will be red immediately.

Although the two dancers are not ashamed, Qinglian also understands that they cannot resist the fate, so how can everyone insist on it like herself.But now seeing two innocent people suffer for herself, Qinglian couldn't bear it, raised her head to look at the tragedy in front of her, then lowered her gaze, and was attracted by the wailing, repeating it many times.

Wang Lian saw that Qing Lian was biting her lips tightly without saying a word, she was trembling slightly, Wang Lian looked funny, saw the bloodstains on the two people on the ground now, only the low one was left, and said: "Pull it down Let's die! Bu Yue, Bu Xi, you two, if Tong Le Shi doesn't speak again, they will be an example!"

Seeing that what was waiting for him was the fate of being shot, the two little eunuchs suddenly regained their strength, began to cry, shouting at the top of their voices for the Queen's mercy and Tong Leshi's life.There was chaos in the hall, but Wang Lian didn't stop it, he looked at Qinglian as if he was waiting for something, he didn't let go of a trace of expression, heh, he still spoke.

When things get to this point, if Qinglian keeps silent, two lives will be lost, and the next thing is expected.Qinglian opens her mouth to sing, Xiaochun enjoys it comfortably, and the little supervisor earns his life hard.Wang Lian looked at Qinglian, and saw that his eyes were elsewhere, he neither looked at the lyrics that were sent up, nor at the beautiful and beautiful performances in the palace, his voice and songs were like startling stones and jade, with some trembling endings under the turbulent emotions , more and more sultry.Wang Lian squinted his eyes as if enjoying it, and tapped his fingers secretly. It was a familiar and beautiful singing voice, a similar and touching show.

Buti was worried all morning in the courtyard, and was relieved to see Qinglian walking back intact, but did not notice Qinglian's pale face.Buti had already prepared the tea, and when she saw Qinglian came back, she took the food box and went to the Shangshan Supervisor to get the meal.Qinglian sat on the bench in a daze, her mind was filled with the panting singing that echoed in the hall just now.

Qinglian is very sad,