The country is not as pretty as the beauty

The journey to Dongdu also has to pass through several states. States, counties, cities, and country trails are inevitable. As October approaches, the further north you go, the cooler the day will be. Bingzhou is located in the south of the Yangtze River and the south near the sea, so the weather Just right.

From September to October, the heat drops extremely fast. Although Mu Lingrou is cold and strong, she is a weak woman who does not know martial arts. After experiencing life and death several times, she has already suffered from the root cause of the disease. She cannot bear the weather the most. It was extremely bad, so every time I went to a distant place, I had to delay for a long time, which was why the eunuch was in a hurry.

This time is no exception, the wind on the south coast gradually fades, while the wind blowing from the north is getting stronger and stronger, the carriage stops and goes, it is the autumn harvest season outside, the gorgeous carriage passes by, people who have never seen it, even If you are busy, you will stop to have a look at the novelties. It is close to the Eastern Capital, and before arriving in Luoyang, Mu Lingrou fell seriously ill again, and stayed in an inn outside the city. The eunuchs and soldiers drove away all the idlers. All the way here, wherever she lives, it needs to be quiet for a few miles around.

It wasn't a serious illness, but the eunuch was in a hurry. Mu Lingrou was a golden branch and jade leaf, the emperor and the empress dowager's favorite person. If something happened to Mu Lingrou, his life would be in danger.

How could Su Yunxin not know about Mu Lingrou's body, so she would not let her go very far, this is the second time to go to Dongdu in two years, or they are no longer there, she will not listen to Su Yunxin's words.

It's still the same plain white, but the originally ruddy complexion is now a little pale, adding a bit of whiteness. The marching team specially brought an imperial doctor, which was ordered by Tian Wuhen, because every time Mu Lingrou came to the palace, he would always ask for help. Hearing the news of her illness, sometimes there is not even a doctor in the wilderness, so the illness cannot be delayed.

When the imperial doctor came to see, he could only feel the pulse with a thread through the screen, but is that accurate?

Even if she is a female doctor, she never lets anyone touch her, she doesn't like it or hate it.

Except for a few eunuchs, soldiers, and palace maids, there is no one else in the post house, and Mu Lingrou lives upstairs alone, only Zhang Jing is allowed to guard, and everyone else is downstairs, and no one is allowed to come in without her order. , because it was night, the imperial doctor withdrew after prescribing Wanmai.

The eunuch Tang Sheng anxiously asked the imperial doctor: "Doctor Chen, what's wrong with the princess?"

Chen Boda, the imperial physician in the palace, is considered to be very skilled in medicine, and Tian Wuhen would let him come if he could tell the pulse.

Chen Boda heaved a sigh of relief, but also sighed

"Worry becomes sick. It's a rush to attack the heart. Although there are external reasons for this change, it is mostly the discomfort in the heart!" After prescriptions were prescribed, he went to search for medicine, leaving Tang Sheng to think hard.

Others are eager to enter the palace, to be entrusted by the monarch, to be favored by the monarch, why is this princess sick with worry?

There is always a reason for things to happen, and if there is a cause, there must be an effect. Who knows where the cause and effect come from?

He didn't see better for three consecutive days, seeing the time passing by little by little, the eunuch was in such a hurry that he didn't dare to sleep well for a few days, and Chen Boda even had a bit of cold, and he didn't feel better for three days after passing through his hands.

No one is allowed to go in and have a look, which makes him anxious

"Princess, why are you bothering!" Zhang Jing was worried outside the bed, he knew why Mu Lingrou's illness started.

Mu Lingrou could be vaguely seen through the gauze on the bed, her breath was like gossamer, her eyes were closed, but she was still awake, that slender body, the tear stains at the corners of her eyes, who wouldn't love her?

From time to time, there was a weak coughing sound, which made Zhang Jing's heart tremble again and again.

Mu Lingrou opened her eyes, dragged her heavy body, put her white jade hands on the bed beam made of peach, and opened the bed curtain, adding a bit of pity to the sick beauty.

Two curved eyebrows that seem to be frowning but not frowning, a pair of eyes that seem to be happy but not happy, with two dimples of worry, a delicate disease, a little bit of tears, a slight panting, like a beautiful flower in the water when it is quiet. Like a weak willow supporting the wind, the heart has one more opening than a dry one, and the disease is like Xizi's victory by three points.

If Su Yunxin sees it, that's it.I'm afraid she was about to lose her mind, but it's a pity that she never let her see her weak side. She was always so strong in front of Su Yunxin.

Just when Zhang Jing thought Mu Lingrou was going to do something, a voice came from outside the door.

"Princess, there is an old Taoist who asked to see her, and said that it can cure the princess' illness."

Mu Lingrou was startled, she was ill, how would outsiders know?

She said in a strenuous tone, "Send it!"

Zhang Jing hesitated for a while: "Princess, let him take a look, I may hurt myself if I die after a long illness."

Mu Lingrou was extremely unwilling, but she also didn't want to delay it for too long. The lives of the entire group depended on her. Even if she was ruthless, she would definitely not accept so many people dying because of her.

She didn't agree or refuse, but just lay down. She got up because she thought she couldn't drag it on like this.

She is also dressed in white, but it is different from Mu Lingrou's beautiful hair. She has white hair, a blunt and fairy-like demeanor, kind eyebrows and kind eyes. The moment the old Taoist came in, there was a gentle breeze, neither hot nor cold, and extremely comfortable.

He didn't salute when he saw people, but just smiled. Just now, Tang Sheng didn't let him in, but for some reason he let him in again.

Zhang Jing frowned, dissatisfied, and sullen, because he felt that such a person should not be taught etiquette by him, and before he could speak harshly, the old Taoist spoke up by himself.

"Youyoulanxiang, just in time for a gentleman, obey the fate, do your best, and live a lifetime is not as good as an one. Girl, although saving people is good, don't you care about yourself?"

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Mu Lingrou opened her closed eyes slightly, looked out of the screen, and shook her head. The old man seemed to have seen it?

The old Taoist also shook his head, he didn't intend to leave after speaking, but entered into the screen.

"Presumptuous!" Zhang Jing stopped him.

"It's okay!" Mu Lingrou got up from the bed after hearing the meaning in the words.

Wearing only thin sleeping clothes, white silk and satin, she propped up her body and saluted slightly, it could be seen that Mu Lingrou respected the old Taoist very much.

"Although I'm sick, I'm fine. If I stay in this miasma all day, it's better to go out and breathe the air of heaven and earth!" The old man said with a smile, stroking his beard.

"That's right, according to what the Taoist priest said."

"Gong..." Zhang Jing wanted to stop him, but Mu Lingrou's slightly raised hand suppressed the words.

When the old Taoist came in, there was a strange fragrance. Both Mu Lingrou and Zhang Jing should have smelled it, but they couldn't tell what kind of smell it was.

Zhang Jing took the cloak and put it on Mu Lingrou, because it wasn't a proper occasion except for servants, so he didn't change clothes.

His complexion was not very good, he didn't let Zhang Jing support him, and he didn't let him follow, but the old man didn't intend to help Mu Lingrou at all, he just walked slowly, talking, Mu Lingrou followed, listen , and answered.

The post house is in the mountains outside the Eastern Capital. This is one of the trails to the Eastern Capital. There are few businesses here, and it is very quiet.

This is exactly what Mu Lingrou wanted. Although this place is quiet, it is also a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. There are mountains behind and rivers connecting Luoshui in front. There is a bamboo forest next to the post house. It is still autumn, but the bamboo leaves are yellow. , the wind blew past, and the bamboo forest behind him rustled. Mu Lingrou listened, intentionally or unintentionally, but her heart trembled slightly.

As they walked further and further away, Tang Sheng asked Zhang Jing what was going on. Princess Jinyang shouldn't have any accidents at this time. Zhang Jing was very indifferent. He knew that people like Mu Lingrou had deep thoughts. There is nothing wrong with the decision, Zhang Jingshen knows this.

But I don't know what the old man said to Mu Lingrou. Although Mu Lingrou looked much better when she came back, her deep eyes were obviously wet with tears?or have been sad...

Mu Lingrou didn't want to be seen by others, because there was a river in front of her and it was not far away, so she and the old Taoist walked to the river again.

The banks of the river are full of stones. It just rained yesterday, and the moisture is still there. Except for the paved gravel road, the other red soil is muddy. Mu Lingrou loves to be clean, but she does not care about the purest land in nature. Will not be disgusted, walked to the river, rolled up his sleeves, and lifted the cloak, just squatted down, washed the water, washed, the skin was very white after being wet by the river water, and his complexion slightly improved.

The water flows from the forehead to the eyes, to the lips, to the neck of the phoenix, and the drops of water are left behind... as pretty as a peach in three springs, and as clear as a chrysanthemum in nine autumns, it is very touching.

"The highest goodness is like water. Water is good for all things without fighting, and it is evil for everyone, so it is more than Tao."

The old man looked at the faint scars on her fair skin again.

"The girl is a person with a hard life, but that person is fortunate but also unfortunate for the girl. So, are you still persistent?"

Mu Lingrou got up and wiped the water clean: "If so, I still have no regrets."

"Thank you, Daoist, for relieving your worries today."

The old Taoist shook his head: "You still have doubts in your heart, but it's not yourself. When you go to the palace, you can ask someone to give this to him, and he will answer it for you, but how much he will tell you, the poor Taoist has no idea Know."

After speaking, the old Taoist handed a very ordinary short bamboo flute to Mu Lingrou, and Mu Lingrou thanked him again, and then asked, "Who is it?"

"Name call, Dao Yiya!"

"Perhaps, this is fate." The old man sighed.

"If fate should be like this, how can it be changed?"

For Mu Lingrou's words, the old man just shook his head: "At the end, I will appear."

Mu Lingrou knew it well, after the old man left, Mu Lingrou stood alone by the river, the wind was always annoying, and the sound from the bamboo forest behind her was very "pleasing to the ear"

Mu Lingrou was lamenting like that, Zhang Jing and Tang Sheng were watching Mu Lingrou in the post house, she wouldn't let them get close, but they were worried about her, especially Zhang Jing, the moment Mu Lingrou's eyes entered his line of sight, they were in front of her. Never left.

When the wind blew through the bamboo grove, Mu Lingrou would always hold her chest. The people from the palace didn't know about it, they only thought she was the victim of the wind and cold. Zhang Jing knew that he seemed to know Mu Lingrou better than ordinary people. Perhaps because he often followed her, Zhang Jing glanced at the bamboo forest and raised his eyebrows.

What did the old Taoist and Mu Lingrou say today, except for themselves, no one knows, and no one dares to ask, but what is certain is that Mu Lingrou shed tears, because the eyes that shed tears were in such a period of time. No matter how you wash it, it cannot be washed off.

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