Chapter 1063: Thoughtful
The hot tears soaked the other person's clothes, and the sobs were muffled in the clothes: "They all said... that the soul cannot be touched in dreams..."
The warm palm caressing her hair suddenly stopped.
"Xiaoxue has grown up."
He whispered with a sigh and a bitter smile, "Being an exchange creature over there is much harder than being a crown prince. Even wiping my sister's tears requires calculating the time."
"Exchange of living beings?"
Jiang Xue raised her head and keenly noticed the medical wristband on the other person's sleeve: "Is it a similar disease to Mr. Yun? He has to..."
"Modern medicine is much better than the Imperial Hospital."
Jiang Ke flicked her forehead with his finger, and helped her sit up straight:
"Listen, in three months the Northern Desert Mission will bring an astrologer named Su Yili, who has a star disk that can unlock the space-time anchor point."
His figure began to become transparent, and his speech speed suddenly increased: "Remember! Don't let Yun Zhen touch..."
The unfinished words were blown away by the wind in the suddenly shattered dream.
When Jiang Xue woke up with a start, the scent of agarwood was still lingering on the pillow, and the "List of Envoys from the Northern Desert" on the memorial on the desk, which was soaked with tears, was slowly fading from the ink.
The glazed lamps in Ronghua Palace swayed in the night wind. Jiang Xue looked at the faint golden cloud patterns on the corners of her brother's robe, with thousands of words choking in her throat.
Jiang Ke suddenly grasped her trembling fingertips, and the cold jade ring made her heart ache: "Xiaoxue, the gong will sound at three quarters of the morning."
"Where are you going, brother?"
She grasped the wide black sleeves with her backhand, but the coiled dragon embroidered with silver thread on the brocade shattered into pieces in her palm.
Jiang Ke's figure was like ink spreading on rice paper, and his voice came from the void: "Wait until the day when the star tracks are reconnected..."
Before he could finish his words, he turned into fireflies and scattered.
"Come back!" Jiang Xue sat up in shock, and the gilded tent hook hit the green jade screen with a crisp sound.
With your palm against the bulging belly, you can clearly feel the fetal movement like the beating of a drum.
She placed the soft gold pillow behind her waist and hummed a Jiangnan tune softly: "Yaoyao, mother dreamed that your uncle came to see us on the moon!"
When the fetus's breathing gradually stabilized, she looked out the window at the dawning sky and fell into deep thought.
What are the “star tracks” that my brother mentioned in the dream?
Could it be that the fire on the Lantern Festival twenty years ago really affected the celestial phenomena as the Imperial Astronomical Observatory said?
The bronze bell on the eaves of the Purple Palace suddenly moved without wind.
Yun Zhen played with the black jade pendant in his palm, watching the last ray of light sink into the chalcedony.
The gilded clepsydra on the desk pointed to three quarters past the hour of Mao. He dipped the brush in cinnabar and drew a star map on jute paper. The tip of the wolf-hair brush hovered over the position of "Mars in the heart" and paused.
At this moment, the imperial study was brightly lit with candles, and Jiang Heng was reviewing the river engineering drawings submitted by the Ministry of Revenue and making his approval.
Hearing the familiar footsteps, the young emperor put down his purple hair brush with lotus pattern and said, "I heard that my cousin was not feeling well this morning. How dare the Imperial Hospital let you out?"
Xiao Zhan brushed away the fallen plum blossoms on his shoulders and glanced at the memorials on the desk, which were classified into different categories: "Your Majesty mixed the memorials on grain transport and disaster relief together."
Seeing the tip of the boy's ears turn red, his tone slowed down a bit: "The Queen Mother will go to Ciyuan Palace this morning. What are your plans, Your Majesty?"
"My aunt said that even a trapped beast will still fight."
Jiang Heng pressed the gilded paperweight on the map: "I want her to see the chessboard overturned with her own eyes."
The morning light penetrated the mica screen, casting mottled shadows on his black dragon robe, as if a dormant young dragon was just beginning to show its scales and claws.
"My aunt asked my mother to stay in the palace to recuperate. I guess she didn't want her to disturb my peace all the time."
Jiang Heng placed his red brush on the side of the inkstone and glanced at the smoke rising from the gilded animal-head incense burner:
"But there are many spies in the Six Palaces, and there is no guarantee that the news will not leak out. If those old stubborn people find a way to frame my aunt, it will be my fault."
The young emperor suddenly stood up, and the golden cloud pattern on his black dragon robe flowed under the candlelight:
"My aunt has never cared about gossip, but now that she is pregnant with royal blood, if those people's spit disturbs her fetus..."
The voice stopped abruptly, and the knuckles holding the memorial turned slightly white.
Xiao Zhan looked at the figure standing tall like a green bamboo in front of the desk, and thought of the little girl who followed behind the eldest princess in the past. A smile appeared in his eyes: "Your Majesty is thoughtful, but the Queen Mother..."
"It's nothing more than sending more capable people."
Jiang Heng interrupted, his voice carrying the stubbornness typical of a young monarch:
"If I can't even handle such trivial matters properly, how can I be responsible for the vast country? I should let my aunt take care of her and leave the rest to me."
When mentioning the little cousin who was still in her aunt's belly, his sharp brows softened instantly.
As dusk fell over the palace walls, Xiao Zhan walked through the Suzaku Gate, stepping on the ground covered with gold fragments.
The sunset glow in the sky is as bright as fire, just like the rouge color on the ear of that person when he left.
Thinking of Jiang Xue leaning against the carved window frame in the morning and saying "I'm waiting for you to eat", his pace quickened by three points.
Zhuier held the crumpled secret letter in his sleeve and looked at the clepsydra for the eighth time.
The bird's nest porridge that Feng Ziqing spilled during lunch was still stuck to her skirt, and now she was ordered to get the ice silk quilt that was a tribute from the Western Regions.
When she finally found the opportunity to run towards Xuanwu Gate, she saw that familiar dark figure had already passed the Nine-Curve Corridor.
"Girl, please stay."
The iron-like hands clasped her shoulders, and the silver armor of the sword-bearing guards shone coldly in the twilight: "The plum blossom cakes that the Empress Dowager ordered should be cold now."
Ateli's fingertips suddenly crushed the teacup in her hand, and the scarlet nail polish stained with porcelain pieces pierced into her palm.
She clearly remembered how the golden hairpins in Feng Ziqing's hair jingled when she left the palace, but now the news from the secret agent said that she had returned safely to the palace.
Outside the window, locust flowers fell rustling onto the chessboard, and the entangled endgame of black and white pieces was reflected in her sinister pupils - it doesn't matter, there is more than one chess piece on the board.
Just as the blue-clothed maid was about to leave, her master called her back: "Tell Honglian to work harder."
She bowed her head in agreement, and her green skirt flashed at the threshold.
As dusk fell, Xiao Zhan walked into the mansion, stepping on the moonlight on the bluestone slabs.
Turning around the corridor, I saw the dining room was brightly lit. Jiang Xue was sitting in front of a table full of delicacies, supporting her chin with one hand, and the candlelight cast a gentle halo between her brows.
Seeing Xiao Zhan coming, her sharp eyes suddenly lit up.
Wherever Xiaoxue is, that's home.
Xiao Zhan muttered to himself as he quickly stepped forward, but saw the other party suddenly frowned: "Wait a minute."
She tapped the edge of the green porcelain bowl with her slender fingers: "You're coming back from outside and you're going straight to the table?"
Xiao Zhan then realized that he had forgotten to wash his hands, and hurriedly apologized with a smile.
The warm water in the copper basin rippled as he carefully rubbed his fingers. Jiang Xue's soft laughter came from behind him: "The last time you came back from Northern Xinjiang, you rubbed your mud armor against my newly cut Liuyun brocade..."
"A good man never brags about his past achievements."
He shook off the water droplets on his hands and picked up the white jade soup spoon: "If this bowl of snow frog soup today doesn't suit your taste, I'll ask the kitchen to make another one."
Amid the crisp sound of the spoon hitting the edge of the bowl, Jiang Xue suddenly leaned closer and said mysteriously, "Actually, I can also make plum blossom pastry."
Xiao Zhan paused while scooping the soup, and when he raised his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "But is it Mr. Zhao who mistook icing sugar for fine salt last year and caused the kitchen staff to be afraid to open the stove for three days?"
"What a jerk you are!" Jiang Xue angrily scooped up a spoonful of soup, stirring the spoon into a vortex in the bowl.
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