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In her dream, there was a drizzle of spring rain. She preferred this kind of gloomy weather. She would always send away the palace servants and sit in front of the window, watching the rain under the corridor, knocking on the eaves bit by bit.
The wind blew through the ancient green bells hanging under the corridor, but there was no sound.
"Eleventh Sister, the bell won't ring unless the master comes."
She turned around and saw Li Chaolu, a twelve-year-old girl in a snow-white skirt with a cute little bun, holding a jar of wine, standing at the door, smiling at her timidly, but her smile hid a hint of jealousy.
"Who let you in?"
"The palace maids didn't dare stop me. Don't blame them, sister." Li Chaolu put the wine in her hand at the door and said with a smile, "I heard that you smashed the master's guzheng. It's broken, so what? The master said he would find me a new instrument.
This is my sister's wine. I forgot it was at Guoyun Mountain. I don't think I'll have the chance to go there again, so Nineteen brought it here for me."
The jar of daughter's red wine that had just been dug out from under the tree still had the fragrance of pear blossoms on it. It was the wine she had buried under the pear tree, and the red ribbon tied on it had become dull.
She stood up and walked over to the twelve-year-old girl. Looking at her immature face, she curled her red lips and said coldly, "Nineteen, wait a few years until you have enough power before challenging Eleventh Sister. You're too weak right now. Even crushing you to death would be so boring."
Li Chaolu's face turned pale. After a long moment, she bowed towards her and said with a smile, "Then I'll go back to Lonely Cloud Mountain. By the way, I'm living in the wooden house where my sister used to live. I've thrown away many of the old things in it. Sir, I didn't say anything."
The smile on her lips deepened as she looked at her coldly. Li Chaolu's face turned slightly pale and she turned and ran out of Changxin Palace.
She lowered her eyes to look at the jar of girl's red wine at her feet and drank it all by herself.
Three months later, she sent people to take away all the food from the sleeves of the scholars who were sitting in protest in front of Guanghua Gate. Within two days, those tough scholars could not bear the hunger and left in disgrace.
She began to feel sleepy, sometimes falling asleep while reviewing memorials, and sometimes feeling tired while attending court meetings. The imperial physician could not find the cause of her illness. Until her sleepiness became longer and longer, the Minister of the Central Secretariat brought in a folk expert from outside the palace.
She leaned against the soft couch, watching the divine hand feel her pulse through the hazy gauze curtains. "Your Highness's symptoms appear to be those of a strange poison, very similar to the legendary Hundred Days of Drunkenness. In the early stages of poisoning, you'll often feel drowsy, in the middle stages, your whole body will feel weak and limp, and finally, you'll die in your sleep..."
The Saint Hand did not say the rest of the words, but his voice was panic-stricken.
The Minister of the Central Secretariat anxiously asked, "Since you can diagnose it as poisoning, do you have an antidote?"
"This poison is vicious, and there's no antidote, unless, unless we find the legendary miraculous medicine Three Spring Cold. However, Three Spring Cold is even rarer than Hundred Days of Drunk. It's a legendary miraculous medicine that can prolong life. My ancestors have been practicing medicine for generations, and we've never encountered Three Spring Cold. This medicine probably doesn't exist."
"Since there are records, it must have existed. I'll send someone to look for it."
"Young Master." She retracted her hand, covering her already limp wrist, and said calmly, "Don't let anyone else know what happened today. I know San Chunhan's whereabouts."
The Minister of the Central Secretariat was surprised and said, "Is what Your Highness said true?"
She nodded and asked him to escort the saint out of Changxin Palace. Then, resisting the urge to sleep, she got up and called the palace maid to change her clothes. She changed into a newly cut palace dress, a fresh pear blossom skirt, and a light yellow blouse. However, her complexion was a little pale. She always hated makeup, so she just licked her lipstick, asked someone to take down the ancient green bell under the corridor, and went up to Guoyun Mountain.
After being away for more than half a year, the old trees on Guoyun Mountain sprouted new buds, and everywhere was filled with the lush green of spring. Only she seemed to have skipped spring and autumn and entered the cold winter and old age.
She led the Dragon Guards up the mountain, entered Lan Jingxing's yard, and said coldly, "Drag Nineteen out."
The dragon guards rushed into the house and dragged the frightened Li Chaolu, who was in tears, into the yard.
"Sister, what did Chaolu do wrong to make you so angry?"
She was in no mood to listen to her crying and said coldly, "Slap her face!"
She has always been careful about her diet, except for the time when she drank the jar of wine sent by Li Chaolu some time ago. She never expected that she was only twelve years old and had been a disciple of Lan Jingxing for only half a year, yet she could unite those forces and get such a strange poison as Hundred Days Drunk.
She was certain she would drink it and was reluctant to throw away the jar of wine.
She never thought that she would fall into the ditch and fall for such a trick. Maybe she knew it, but just didn't want to think about it.
Li Chaolu screamed, her pretty little face was swollen and red from being beaten, and she cried and called out "Sir".
The rage in her eyes grew stronger, and someone covered her mouth. Those two words once belonged to her alone, but now they seemed ironic.
Li Chaolu's crying gradually became weaker. Seeing that if he continued to beat her, someone would die, Long Wei stopped.
She sat under the century-old pear tree in the yard, looking at the pear blossoms that had long since fallen, waiting for Lan Jingxing to come back.
Lan Jingxing had a habit of going up the mountain to collect herbs and then down to practice medicine. He said this was a way to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, thus accumulating good fortune. At dusk, Lan Jingxing finally returned. Seeing Li Chaolu, crying and nearly dying, and the dragon guards filling the yard, his face was slightly stunned. Then he said coldly, "Your Highness, what are you doing?"
She hadn't heard his voice for half a year. Although it was stern and not as gentle as before, her heart still felt sore, swollen and a little painful.
She asked all the dragon guards to go out and watched Lan Jingxing help Li Chaolu up and apply medicine to her.
Li Chaolu was probably frightened by the beating, or perhaps she felt guilty, so she didn't dare to look her in the eyes and went back to her room crying.
She took out the ancient green bell from her sleeve, placed it on the stone table under the pear tree, and said calmly, "Sir, please expel Nineteen from Lonely Cloud Mountain. She is a wolf cub that cannot be tamed."
The ancient green bell began to make a pleasant tinkling sound when it was blown by the wind. Lan Jingxing gave it to her when she was twelve years old and went down the mountain. He said that as long as she hung it under the corridor, he would come to see her when she heard the bell ringing.
Now the jade has been returned intact to Zhao.
Lan Jingxing's eyebrows were cold, and he turned his back: "You too."
She laughed softly. What he said was absolutely right. She was also an ungrateful person who could never be tamed. So were all her brothers and sisters in the imperial palace.
"Go away. I won't bother with you about what happened today."
She didn't know if it was her imagination, but Lan Jingxing's voice was low, as if he was suppressing something and didn't want to talk to her too much. Perhaps seeing her would remind him of some unpleasant experience.
"Sir, do you still hold a grudge against that day? But I was clearly drunk that day and couldn't push you over..." Before she could finish her words, the bell on the stone table rang rapidly, and then she fell off the table, leaving a deep crack, as if it had shattered from the inside.
She bent down to pick up the bell, but a breeze blew by and the other person was already one step ahead of her. He picked up the bell and passed her by.
"Let's go." His voice was a little suppressed. He turned his back and didn't want to look at her at all.
She felt a chill in her heart, a chill that pierced her bones. She watched him take back the bell, and after a long moment, she said calmly, "Sir, I'm leaving."
She did not ask him for the Sanchunhan plant. She walked along the stone path in the yard to the door. Standing outside the wooden door, she looked back at him, smiled at herself, and then went down Guoyun Mountain.
When she returned to Changxin Palace, the Minister of the Central Secretariat had not yet left and had been waiting outside her palace. Upon seeing her return, he anxiously saluted, "Your Highness, have you found Sanchunhan?"
"Yeah." She entered the inner hall, leaned against the soft couch, dozed quietly, and was in a daze. For the first time, she didn't want to care about those memorials or the mess in the imperial palace.
I don’t know how long I slept. When I woke up, it was pitch black outside the palace. Only the swaying red palace lights flickered in the wind and rain.
The Secretary-General is still here.
She asked, "Why don't you leave, young master?
"I want to accompany Your Highness." Your Highness Changsi must be a very lonely person.
She looked at the embarrassed look of the dignified and elegant young man and suddenly smiled: "It's hard to travel on a rainy night. Young master, please accompany me to finish dinner before returning."
After she and the Minister of the Secretariat finished their dinner, she asked the palace maids to escort him out of the palace.
After April, she started taking medicine, three bowls a day. The medicine was very bitter and there was no candied fruit. Every time she couldn't drink the medicine and was in a bad mood, she would send the Dragon Guards to Guoyun Mountain to slap Li Chaolu.
After going there twice, Long Wei came back to report that Lan Jingxing did not allow them to go up the mountain again.
Holding the bitter and useless medicine in her hands, she responded with a listless look, and did not send anyone to Guoyun Mountain anymore. She began to prepare for her ascension to the throne.
By the end of May, the toxins in her body could no longer be suppressed and began to erupt. She was often woken up by the pain in the middle of the night and would sit until dawn.
With the coronation ceremony approaching, she felt that her time was up, so she wrote a letter to Lan Jingxing, hoping that he would come down the mountain to see her.
He didn't come.
When Li Changsi woke up, she felt a very bitter taste of medicine in her mouth. She had been drinking like a medicine jar in the last three months of her previous life, but it still didn't work. Fortunately, she died without pain, as she died in her dream.
In the video, there was a big black bed and a dim yellow night light in front of the bed, revealing only the man's superior and clear jawline and sexy Adam's apple. Perhaps because he was afraid that she would have a nightmare again at night, Lu Qi did not hang up.
Li Changsi's movement startled the other person awake. He spoke in a low, hoarse voice across the phone screen: "Are you awake?"
Li Changsi looked at the time. It was already five in the morning. Lu Qi must have not slept well all night and woke up countless times during the night.
She was slightly stunned: "Why don't you hang up the phone?"
"I'll wait for you to hang up first." Lu Qi spoke in a low voice. For some reason, his heart felt empty, as if he had lost something that was as important as his life. The gap in his heart could not be filled, and he could not sleep well without looking at her.
Li Changsi smiled softly: "Are you coming to the Heartbeat House today?"
"Okay, come over in the afternoon." Lu Qi nodded. The dress and spring clothes that had been customized for her had been delivered to the manor, just in time for her Weibo Night Awards Ceremony the day after tomorrow.
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