Chapter 89 (8,000 words) Yizhen's illness leads to wandering soul...
The vast snowy ground, the dim sun in the sky, the palace maids stood still with their heads bowed. The female official Chunli looked at the empress in surprise as she allowed Yin Xing to kiss her closely, and tactfully dismissed her attendants.
It seems that the empress still dotes on Yin Xing very much, so she condones her openly intimate behavior.
As the sun slowly sets in the west, there is no one left in the snow on the palace wall. Only two snowmen stand tall, keeping each other company.
The palace's New Year's Eve was different from previous New Year's banquets in other courtyards. Big red lanterns were hung, and the palace gates slowly opened. Aristocratic families, court officials and generals marched along the palace roads and entered the palace for the banquet in an orderly manner.
On the high platform, the Empress's table was in the center, with two sides below it. On the left were the four princesses and Princess Tai'an, and on the right were the six elders of the Wanqi family.
Nobles from the three great families, along with court officials and military officers, sat at tables that stretched as far as the eye could see. String music gradually rose, glasses clinked, and candlelight flickered, reflecting everyone's different mindsets.
This was the first time that Yin Xing accompanied Xuan Yizheng to such a grand palace banquet since entering the palace. He stood straight and did not dare to slack off. He always felt that many eyes were cast on him, and he could not help but suspect that they were those cunning and terrible princesses and daughters.
"The palace banquet tonight won't end early, why don't you eat something?" Xuan Yizheng saw that Yin Xing looked as if facing a great enemy, like a puppy patrolling to protect its master. There was a hint of smile in his dark eyes, and he held the jade chopsticks to serve her food.
"This is Yizhen's first time hosting a palace banquet. I'm afraid I'll lose my manners and become a laughing stock." Yin Xing whispered softly. It's not easy for a woman to be an emperor. If she makes even the slightest mistake, people with ulterior motives might deliberately create an uproar.
Xuan Yizhen held Yin Xing's palm under the dragon table and said soothingly, "Don't think too much. I promise no one will dare to laugh at you."
Although Xuan Yizheng is unable to hold a ceremony to confer the title on Yin Xing, it is impossible for those people from the Wanqi family to seize her position unless someone wants to bring about his own destruction.
After listening to Xuan Yizheng's comforting words, Yin Xing felt a little less nervous. He lowered his head to taste the tender, salty and fragrant steak. The mixture of fat and meat aroma on the tip of his teeth was amazing.
The imperial cuisine is really impeccable!
Xuan Yizheng saw Yin Xing eating with bulging cheeks, and served her food patiently. He thought that she was busy making a snowman today and must be starving.
As soon as the song stopped, a graceful dancer came on stage, dancing with her long sleeves. Her graceful and light figure attracted many people's praise.
Compared with other court officials and nobles in the hall, the atmosphere among the princesses was not harmonious.
The second princess was isolated and ignored, and she didn't even get a toast. She lowered her eyes and drank tea, looking indifferent.
Seeing this, the Fourth Princess was a little hesitant. After all, her relationship with the Second Princess was not that bad in the past, and they could chat with each other often.
Of course, this may also be because his strength is not enough, so he was not targeted by the royal sisters.
The eldest princess looked at the fourth princess and said sarcastically, "Could it be that the fourth princess wants to go and say a few words of congratulations?"
The Fourth Princess shook her head angrily and said, "No, I'm just a little surprised that the Second Princess can come to the palace banquet."
After all, the Second Princess is now notorious, known to everyone in the court and the country, and many people in the capital hate her to the core. Ordinary people have long been afraid of what others say and stay indoors.
"How could someone as greedy as her be willing to remain unknown? Fourth Princess better be careful." The eldest princess sneered.
After she finished speaking, the fourth princess did not continue speaking, because she knew that there was a deadlock between her eldest and second sisters.
The power of the royal family has greatly decreased now. Although the princesses have all been rewarded, the real power still belongs to the third princess and Princess Tai'an, followed by the eldest princess and the second princess.
They have deep roots in the court, and each of them controls the remaining power of the three princes in the court.
A tree has deep roots. The fourth princess has just been granted a title, so she still has to wait and see many things before she can discern dangers and opportunities.
The third princess was drinking wine, her clothes full of gold, jade and emeralds, luxurious and exquisite. She did not join in the eldest sister's mocking words. Her eyes swept over the second sister, but she was worried that she would become depressed and never show up again, which would make it difficult to find an opportunity for revenge.
Palace music sounded melodiously, and on the other side, the six elders of Wanqi raised their glasses to each other and spoke in a language different from that of the dynasty.
The former female official Ji and manager Xin were both elders of the clan. Now they were granted the title of chief by the empress, and were mainly responsible for the financial affairs of the farmland in part of the territory of the Wanqi family. The same was true for the other four elders, who all managed the Wanqi family together.
But the empress did not hand over all the affairs of the Wanqi family to the six chief officials. The most important military forces have always been firmly controlled by the empress, and there are also secret guards in the territory, making it difficult to defend against them.
Therefore, the six elders all felt that the empress was more partial to the royal bloodline. Those princesses and princesses still had a lot of fiefdoms and soldiers, and were qualified to inherit the throne in the future. This was undoubtedly a very dangerous thing.
As the wine cups collided, danger was lurking on all sides. Outside the palace, after jumping across several palace roads, the ground at the palace gate was covered with a thin layer of snow, with spots of scarlet blood falling.
The palace guards dealt with the corpses in an orderly manner. The female official Chunli frowned as she looked at these men in black, feeling that some of them were impatient with life.
There is a grand New Year's palace banquet tonight, and there are many people watching. Someone actually tried to enter the palace to assassinate someone. It seems that there is no smoke without fire, and there are undercurrents in the court.
At midnight, brilliant fireworks bloomed like silver trees and golden flowers. All houses in the capital were brightly lit. Everyone congratulated the empress on the New Year, and the palace banquet was just coming to an end.
When everyone slowly retreated from the narrow palace road, the road reserved for the princesses and princesses' carriages was filled with the smell of blood, which kept drifting in the cold wind.
The eldest princess' carriage was in the front according to seniority. She raised her hand wearing exquisite armor and took a few steps. On both sides of her eyes were bloody corpses nailed into the palace walls by sharp arrows. Her face showed horror!
The other princesses and princesses also gradually discovered the bloody corpses on both sides of the palace road.
"Who are these people?"
"Princess and princesses, please do not panic. This is just the body of the assassin that has not yet been dealt with."
After he finished speaking, Ji Zhangsi signaled the palace guards to make way for the carriages of the princesses and princesses, and observed everyone's reactions.
The eldest princess stopped talking and lowered the curtain, feeling that it was very unlucky during the New Year.
The second princess didn't even raise her eyes to look at the dead body. She moved her fingertips to fiddle with the red enveloped Zen beads, as if they were stained with blood.
The third princess then looked at the corpse with great interest. Seeing how many scars there were on the corpse, the so-called sharp arrows looked like they had been deliberately nailed into the corpse.
I think this is just a test of deterrence.
Compared to the calmness of her three older sisters, the fourth princess only felt a little disgusted. It was not that she could not accept the corpse, but the skinned corpse was really inhuman!
Under the cover of night, deep in the palace, a chariot moved slowly forward, with palace maids following with their heads bowed.
At this moment, Yin Xing was so sleepy that her eyelids were drooping and her head was shaking from side to side. She held Xuan Yizhen's hand tightly in her palm and rode in the sedan chair with her back to the bedroom.
Xuan Yizhen lowered his eyes and smiled at Yin Xing, who was still sitting upright. He raised his arms to embrace her, snuggling into her arms. He couldn't help but put his lips to her eyes and kissed her. Without any desire, he said softly, "Where is the New Year's greeting paper this year?"
Yin Xing rested his weak head on Xuan Yizhen's neck, his eyelids struggling sleepily, and he yawned while muttering, "Don't worry, I've hidden it."
"So, are you still planning to look for my blessing paper tonight?"
"Yizhen's hidden paper is hard to find. I'll look for it tomorrow, okay?"
The voice gradually faded. Xuan Yizhen looked at the sleepy Yin Xing. Her thick and straight eyelashes were all silent. He thought that she must be very sleepy. He said lovingly, "Okay."
The wind was cold and Xuan Yizheng hugged Yin Xing tightly. He didn't want to let her sleep, but seeing her like this, he had to let her go.
When Xuan Yizheng carried Yin Xing into the bedroom, many palace maids were a little surprised. When the female official Chunli saw this, she thought that the empress did not hide Yin Xing's identity at all.
Just ask yourself, which man would let his wife hold him in her arms? If this were to get out, wouldn’t it cause criticism?
But considering that the empress even allowed Yin Xing to sit on the throne, she probably didn't care about other people's doubts.
Compared to the palace which returned to silence after the banquet, the sound of firecrackers on New Year's Eve in the capital had just begun, one after another, and did not stop for a long time.
Liu Ci in the alley and courtyard gave New Year gifts to the little girl and He Yun, and told them to have a good rest and not to stay up all night.
The little girl still looked a little sick, but because the house was warm, she was much more energetic and called out softly, "Sister Jiang hasn't come back yet."
Liu Ci paused, raised his hand and touched the little girl's forehead to feel the temperature. His throat felt sore, and he spoke softly, "Sister Jiang is going back to her own home for the New Year. Go to sleep."
Soon, the little girl closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
He Yun reached out to clean up the dishes and food, looking at Liu Ci hesitantly. She wanted to say something, but in the end she stopped talking and had to go back to the side room alone.
Because He Yun knew that Liu Ci didn't want her.
The hot mist from the boiling tea gradually dissipated. Liu Ci sat alone by the window, letting the candlelight flicker. His figure cast through the window remained unchanged, like an old man.
The sound of firecrackers rang out in the alleys outside the capital. Jiang Yun stepped on the snow on the roof tiles, emerged from the smoke of fireworks, and lightly jumped over the familiar courtyard gate and landed in the main hall.
At this moment, the figure at the window lattice was right in front of him, but Jiang Yun didn't know whether he should go into the house to offer blessings and gifts.
The strong wind blew snowflakes off the roof, making a rustling sound. The candle in the house was half burned out. Liu Ci suddenly heard movement at the window. He raised his hand to push open the window and saw neatly arranged red silk bags.
Liu Ci took the silk bag and took out a new purple orchid wood hairpin from it. The workmanship was ordinary, but it looked very familiar.
Liu Ci immediately hurried out of the house, looked at the empty courtyard, and wanted to call out, but found that his throat was choked with sobs and he couldn't cry.
From childhood to adolescence, and now, the affection we have shown over the years is like the flesh and blood of our hearts. How can we just give it up and forget it?
When Liu Ci felt pain in his heart and could not control himself, his vision blurred and he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure who hurriedly climbed over the wall and approached from afar.
Jiang Yun ran to Liu Ci with rapid breathing, bewilderedly calling out: "Don't cry, I'm sorry."
Liu Ci looked at the tall and thin Jiang Yun in front of her. Her expression was anxious and concerned. She turned her head away stubbornly and said in a hoarse voice: "Do you still want to live a good life?"
"Yes, of course I do!"
"Then come back to the house with me now, and don't go anywhere from now on."
Jiang Yun was stunned, then half-carried Liu Ci, joyfully kissed her wet face, and said lovingly: "Okay, I will listen to you from now on!"
Liu Ci almost screamed out in fright when her foot landed on empty air. Thinking of the little girl and He Yun, she stopped and patted Jiang Yun's shoulder lightly, scolding him, "Be gentle, don't wake them up."
The snowy night was noisy, the sounds of firecrackers masked the charming sounds, the sky was dimly lit, and the debris of fireworks scattered all over the street looked like beautiful spring flowers.
The snow that slid down from the roof tiles landed on the corner of the courtyard wall. Liu Ci stood up from the couch, tied a tight-fitting dress to cover the mottled red marks, raised her hand to lift up her soft black hair, her movements were skillful and delicate, revealing a section of her slender white neck.
"It's still early, and we don't have to go to the pharmacy today, so we might as well take a rest." Jiang Yun stretched out a smooth arm covered with thin and tough muscles, embraced Liu Ci's soft body, and said with lingering feelings.
"Today is the first day of the new year. I'm going to cook some sweet soup with red dates and eggs to bring good luck. You should get up and eat some too. Don't make a fuss." As he spoke, Liu Ci held down the hand that had reached into his clothes to make trouble. He lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Yun, who was not afraid of the cold and carelessly opened the quilt to reveal his snow-white and tight body. His face was hot.
Not for any other reason, because Liu Ci could clearly see the scratches and kiss marks he had left.
"There are new clothes made for you in the cabinet, remember to change into them." After saying that, Liu Ci pulled the quilt to cover Jiang Yun's body, hurriedly got up and left the house. Her cheeks were so red that she didn't feel cold even in the cold wind.
Jiang Yun looked at Liu Ci leaving the house blankly, wondering if he was some kind of existence that should not be seen in public?
Not long after, Jiang Yun took out the new clothes, put them on neatly, and found they fit him well. He subconsciously reached for his sword, but found a new purple tassel on it, and his eyes showed surprise.
When Jiang Yun came out of the house with a look of joy in his eyes, he saw Liu Ci standing alone at the gate of the courtyard, right in the direction where the cold wind was blowing from the alley.
Jiang Yun stepped forward and put his arm around Liu Ci, saying with concern, "It's cold outside, why don't you stay inside?"
Liu Ci came back to his senses and sighed softly, "Just now, Xiaoyun said she wanted to go out and take a look. She left alone."
"Don't worry, I'll chase her in the direction she goes." Jiang Yun knew that although Liu Ci looked dull and taciturn, he was actually very soft-hearted. He would definitely be worried and fall into self-blame.
"If you go after her, she won't come back. Maybe she'll come back to see us later when she figures it out."
"Then aren't you worried that He Yun might do something stupid?"
Even Jiang Yun could hardly bear the heartbreak, let alone He Yun, that taciturn young man.
Liu Ci came back to her senses, looked at Jiang Yun with contempt, and said, "Xiao Yun is not like you. She has always been very steady. Besides, I asked her about the specific arrangements before I agreed."
Jiang Yun was so angry that he couldn't say a word. He smiled bitterly and changed the subject: "You're right. Let's go wake the little girl up and have some red date and egg sweet soup."
"No rush. Give the red date and egg sweet soup I cooked earlier to Xiaoyun. Now I have to go to the kitchen to boil some water and boil some eggs again."
"She could finish three servings of red dates and eggs by herself?!"
Liu Ci closed the courtyard door and replied calmly, "Didn't you say a while ago that Xiaoyun couldn't eat much at her age? I thought she was also a martial artist, so I prepared some food for her on the road, as well as various medicines for injuries. The world of martial arts is dangerous, so it's better to be prepared."
Jiang Yun kept his mouth shut and nodded obsequiously without saying another word. One could easily imagine how big a package He Yun was carrying as she walked out of the courtyard.
Thinking back to when the two eloped, Jiang Yun originally wanted to travel light, but after Liu Ci's packing, he had to change his plan and drive the carriage.
But they did not leave the outskirts of the capital for three days because the carriage was overloaded and could not speed up.
As they were talking, the two of them entered a small kitchen together, where smoke rose from the kitchen. At the gate of the capital, He Yun held a porcelain jar and could vaguely smell the warm and sweet fragrance.
The sadness and resentment in my heart suddenly dissipated a lot after I tasted the red date and egg sweet soup cooked by my senior sister.
This was the first sweet soup cooked by senior sister in the New Year, and Jiang Yun didn’t even get to drink it.
He Yun thought mischievously, looking back at the pavilions and towers inside the city gate. The snow on the streets had not been cleared yet, and she seemed to be able to see two thin and weak figures in the blur. They were herself and her senior sister from a long time ago.
"That's great, senior sister is living a good life now." After saying that, He Yun turned around and walked out of the capital city gate, determined to walk towards the better future that her senior sister wished for.
The waning sun rose into the sky, the frost and fog gradually dissipated, and while the capital restaurant was bustling with activity, within the vermilion palace walls, there was silence.
The first thing Yin Xing did when he woke up was to look for the New Year's paper that Xuan Yizheng had hidden.
Xuan Yizhen held the document in his hand and flipped through it quietly. He looked at Yin Xing calmly, who was full of curiosity and inquiry, with a gentle smile, waiting to see what would happen.
Not long after, Yin Xing returned to his side with no success, and called out with blinking eyes: "Yizhen, how many did you hide this year?"
"One, is it hard to find?" Xuan Yizheng responded in a casual manner.
"Well, so can you give me some clues?" Yin Xing familiarly pinched Xuan Yizheng's shoulders and asked in a flattering manner.
Xuan Yizhen sat at the table, enjoying Yin Xing's service, and said, "The key to the clue is not with me, but with you."
Yin Xing paused, his face flushed as he asked, "But I can't even find it in my underwear, where else can I hide it?"
In fact, Yin Xing had learned from the experience of the previous year and had already looked for his daily necessities long ago.
"I can only remind you so much, you have to rely on yourself for more." Xuan Yizheng held the document in her jade hand, tapped Yin Xing's forehead lightly, and teased him.
Yin Xing looked at the beautiful Xuan Yizhen in front of him with complete confusion, feeling that he was the only one being played in this game.
So under Xuan Yizheng's gaze, Yin Xing once again started a carpet search.
For a long time, Yin Xing leaned against Xuan Yizheng dejectedly, huddled together, without any fighting spirit left.
"Yizhen, how about I tell you where I keep my writing paper in exchange?"
"No need, I already know where you hid the paper."
Seeing that the last trick had no effect at all, Yin Xing had no choice but to kiss Xuan Yizheng's thin lips to please her, trying to make her not follow the rules too much.
The falling snow outside the window had long since stopped, and the faint sunlight silently fell into the magnificent hall. The golden light shone on the two of them, casting intimate shadows.
The sound of the kiss was so subtle that it was almost completely covered by the breathing and heartbeat.
Yin Xing retreated and ended the kiss, feeling a little short of breath. He looked at Xuan Yizhen, who was as dignified as a jade Buddha, with watery eyes. Her dark eyes were clear and pure, as if there was nothing in them, but her thin lips were stained with a bright red. She felt that she was doing something bad.
Xuan Yizhen pursed her lips slightly, her expression peaceful and calm. Her beautiful eyes, tinged with sunlight, seemed even clearer than a mirror. With a hint of interest, she called out in a hoarse voice, "Is that all you are?"
Yin Xing opened her eyes wide in disbelief and looked at the pure and unselfish Xuan Yizheng. She was very frustrated and wanted to step away and find a corner to cry silently.
At this time, Xuan Yizhen raised his hand to hold Yin Xing's body, his fingertips slowly inserted into the collar, and said softly: "Don't move."
Looking at Xuan Yizheng's serious expression, Yin Xing had to endure the shame, thinking that she was going to commit adultery in broad daylight.
But then Xuan Yizhen stretched out his slender and beautiful fingertips and took out a piece of red plum paper from the inside of Yin Xing's collar. Yin Xing fell into deep doubt.
"When did Yizhen put in my clothes?"
"This morning, but the lining of the new clothes had already been sewn, and you were so careless that you didn't notice it."
Yin Xing felt that Xuan Yi was really good at hiding his thoughts, and he didn't doubt the detailed changes in his clothes at all.
Xuan Yizhen slowly placed the paper into Yin Xing's palm and said leisurely, "The essence of this game isn't based on understanding the other person, but on the carelessness that comes from trust."
Yin Xing nodded in agreement, thinking that it was fortunate that it was just a piece of paper and not a blade or something like that, otherwise he would have died without knowing how.
Suddenly remembering Empress Dowager Wanqi's abnormal madness, Yin Xing felt that it might be even more difficult to guard against Xuan Yizhen's future illness.
After all, Empress Dowager Wanqi was able to hide the sharp chopsticks from the palace maids, so Xuan Yizheng will only be better than her.
"Now it's my turn to find your paper." Xuan Yizheng let go of Yin Xing's hand and slowly stood up.
"I have hidden the paper this time in the study." Yin Xing took a look at the blessing on the paper and unexpectedly recognized it all. He took Xuan Yizheng's hand and followed beside him to remind him.
The imperial palace is much larger than the villa, including the sleeping quarters. There are many small rooms inside for storing clothes, treasures, and jewelry.
But Yin Xing's daily life was not so luxurious, so she gave her books to Xuan Yizhen.
Xuan Yizheng nodded, and did not refuse the suggestion that was delivered to his door. He slowly walked into the inner corridor and entered the study.
Yin Xing was a little nervous and secretly observed Xuan Yizheng's reaction.
Hanging above the study were a sky full of glazed star-shaped objects, shining brightly. Among them were red plum papers hanging and swaying. Some were old items that Yin Xing had stored in the past, and there were also more new papers, like red leaves in the forest.
Xuan Yizheng looked at the unique display with surprise, stepped inside, and looked at the pictures one by one, only to find that many of them contained similar greetings.
[I wish you good health, peace and happiness, and a long life! ]
"Is this the only blessing you have this year?"
"Well, not just this year, this is the only wish I have for the rest of my life."
Yin Xing responded shyly and seriously. Compared with Xuan Yizheng's blessing, his own wish seemed too straightforward and uncultured.
Xuan Yizhen stood still, his eyes fixed on the hanging red plum blossom paper. It looked like branches and leaves, lush and dense. He asked in a low voice, "How many are here?"
"One thousand." Yin Xing wrote for a long time with Xuan Yizheng on his back.
"Silly, isn't your arm hurting?" Xuan Yizheng retracted his gaze and looked into Yin Xing's clear round eyes, trying to calm the hot springs surging in his heart.
Yin Xing shook his head and replied with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I just thought the more the better, maybe one of them will work."
Xuan Yizheng listened to Yin Xing's sincere yet clumsy words, touched her eyes with his fingertips, but could not agree to her wish as he had at any time before.
Yin Xing held Xuan Yizhen's cold hand beside her face, unable to tell what she was thinking. He asked, "Yizhen, are you happy?"
"Yeah, happy." Xuan Yizheng didn't look at the paper full of wishes anymore. He stared devoutly into Yin Xing's eyes, as if looking for his own existence in the vast night sky.
"That's good." Yin Xing muttered with a silly smile and curved eyebrows.
Not long after, when Xuan Yizheng and Yin Xing left the study, they looked at the carefully prepared wishes in the room, wanting to remember them forever.
At the beginning of the new year, court officials were on vacation and Xuan Yizhen did not have to attend the morning court, so he had more time to hang out with Yin Xing.
As the night deepened, Yin Xing and Xuan Yizhen took a bath and felt that taking a bath in the snow was so comfortable!
Xuan Yizhen wrapped his arms around Yin Xing's soft body, enjoying the unreserved touch with her, as if they were connected by blood. He murmured, "Why don't you ask about the meaning of this year's wishes?"
"It's not that I don't recognize every word, but I understand the meaning of this year's blessing." Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen who was teasing him with resentment, but spoke seriously.
Xuan Yizhen's dark eyebrows relaxed, her jade-white face reflecting the water light, appearing unusually soft and beautiful. She raised her thin lips and said, "That's good. Can you tell me which ancient book it comes from?"
"..." Yin Xing was silent, feeling only an invisible but loud slap on his cheek, which was a little painful.
It seems that it is better not to say some things too early.
Yin Xing tried to evade the question, "Do I really have to tell you?"
Xuan Yizhen smiled, and the shimmering mist enveloped the radiance of the palace lanterns, making her look more like a beauty from an ancient painting, her movements and stillness perfectly balanced, elegant and simple. She spoke slowly, "Sharing the same bed in life and the same blood in death, with the bright sun as our witness, I swear to be truthful. This is a paraphrase from the Book of Songs."
The original text said that they lived in different rooms but wished to study together after death. Xuan Yizhen felt that it did not fit the description and changed it.
His words were simple and clear, and he spoke leisurely, like a scholar teaching and preaching. However, Yin Xing's mind was full of the beautiful Xuan Yizhen, and he could not listen to other cultural lessons at all.
After he finished speaking, Xuan Yizhen looked at Yin Xing who was in a daze, raised his hand to pinch her face, and called out softly: "Does it hurt?"
Yin Xing came back to his senses and replied, "It hurts a little."
"Then do you still remember what I just said?"
"I still remember a little bit."
Xuan Yizhen looked at Yin Xing expectantly and asked, "Which little bit?"
Yin Xing had a cute and innocent look on his face, grinning and saying, "Hehe, I swear to be honest. I understand, don't worry!"
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing kissed Xuan Yizheng on the cheek. His mind was distracted and his cheeks were flushed, obviously wanting her.
"You are so stupid that you didn't realize that you understood the essence. Then let's reward the good boy." Xuan Yizheng said in surprise. He held Yin Xing, who threw herself into his arms, in his palms. He did not reject her intimacy and let her lower her head and kiss him, giving her whatever she wanted.
Indeed, no matter what the blessing was, Xuan Yizheng just hoped that Yin Xing would not forget his oath to him and let him down.
The gurgling of water was heard, and the depths of the palace were warm as spring, whereas the nights at the beginning of the year were very cold, with strong winds, snow and hail.
But Xuan Yizheng felt that he was being enveloped and cleansed by a warm current, moistening things silently. That was probably what it was like.
Palace lanterns swayed, and outside the window, snow piled up on the corners and eaves, slowly accumulating, and as the sun rose and set, it slowly melted into wet and cold rain.
The damp and cold weather in early spring in February is like fine needles that penetrate the skin and deep into the bone marrow.
People in the capital are still wrapped in heavy clothes, but the pharmacies are busy.
Jiang Yun doesn't know how to prescribe medicine, but he can watch over the stove and boil the medicine. Occasionally he has to check on the little girl's condition. At the end of the day, he is very busy.
Amidst the coughing, Jiang Yun, who prided himself on his good health, was forced to drink the bitter soup and said, "I don't think it's necessary to drink the medicinal soup, right?"
Seeing Jiang Yun's obvious dislike for the medicine, Liu Ci supervised her drinking it and said, "It's always a good idea to drink some as a precaution. Don't you know how badly you're injured?"
This sentence made Jiang Yun speechless. He had no choice but to drink the medicine soup with the courage of a hero who cuts off his own arm to show his obedience.
Seeing this, Liu Ci put away the medicine bowl and fed Jiang Yun some dried fruit.
Jiang Yun unexpectedly tasted the sweet dried fruit and asked curiously, "Where did it come from?"
Recently, Liu Ci has been busy in the pharmacy and at home. He even asks vegetable farmers to deliver vegetables to him. Logically, he has no time to buy dried fruits.
"I bought some preserved fruit from a woman hawking it on the street. The little girl likes it. Don't you like it?"
“I like it. It tastes good.”
Liu Ci knew that Jiang Yun preferred to eat sour preserved fruits, but when they first moved out of the Jiang family, they were short of money, so Jiang Yun no longer had this habit.
Now that the two of them had enough money, Liu Ci originally wanted to buy some preserved fruits for the little girl to ease the bitterness of the medicine she drank.
Liu Ci just remembered that Jiang Yun used to like to eat these children's foods, so he bought some more.
Jiang Yun tasted the sweet and sour preserved fruits, followed Liu Ci in and out with a smile, and suddenly he no longer felt tired.
But the little girl's condition was not optimistic. It was evening and the pharmacy should have been closed.
But Liu Ci was busy treating and giving acupuncture to the little girl. He looked solemn and sweat was oozing from his forehead.
Jiang Yun did not dare to disturb the person holding the lamp. His eyes fell on the poisonous insects surging around the little girl's neck. He felt it was dangerous just by looking at it, and he felt how painful it was.
It seems that I need to spend more effort to find out the rumored secret book of Ghost Condensation.
Even if it wasn't for Yin Xing's wife, the empress had to save the little girl's life as soon as possible. The things used in the witchcraft were really scary and terrifying.
At this moment, Yin Xing in the palace was also facing life and death danger.
Xuan Yizhen, who would only become excited after taking drugs in the past, showed obvious abnormality tonight.
The palace lanterns flickered. Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen who sat up and left the bed with a blank expression. He wanted to call him but didn't dare.
So Yin Xing had no choice but to tiptoe around Xuan Yizheng as he walked through the deep and quiet palace, worried that something might happen to her.
Yin Xing secretly thanked his lucky stars that he had already consciously arranged the furnishings in the hall, and Xuan Yizheng tried hard to remember all the objects.
Because Yin Xing could clearly see Xuan Yizhen finding every piece of new wish paper for the New Year in the dark study without lights.
Without words or any other movements, Xuan Yizheng just stood quietly in the study, like a jade statue.
It was very strange, but Yin Xing could feel Xuan Yizhen's peace. She was not afraid, as if she was immersed in some beautiful scene.
After a long time, Xuan Yizhen stepped out of the study. Yin Xing was so sleepy that she could hardly tell the directions, but she was still very awake.
But when Xuan Yizheng quickly returned to the bed, Yin Xing noticed that she had paused, her whole body filled with frozen panic, her palms stroking the quilt, and something was obviously wrong.
Yin Xing suddenly realized and quickly got back into bed. Since she remembered the location of all objects, that of course included herself, her bed toy!
Finally, when Xuan Yizheng touched her, he suddenly regained his composure, and slowly and lightly lay down beside her, his hollow eyes filled with a clear and innocent smile, like a childish kid or an innocent girl.
At this moment, Yin Xing felt as if he had been brought into Xuan Yizheng's illusion, and his heart was beating rapidly.
But Yin Xing didn't have time to think about it, as a little morning light shone through the window, reflecting his decadent and worn appearance after a busy night.
Early in the morning, Xuan Yizhen woke up as usual, but saw Yin Xing's eyes were drowsy. He raised his hand to touch the dark corners of his eyes and asked doubtfully, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"
"No, how did Yizhen sleep?" Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen, suspecting that her acting skills were too superb that she didn't reveal any flaws.
Xuan Yizhen nodded and replied frankly, "Not bad."
Yin Xing blinked, wanting to ask but not daring to, so he could only swallow his words silently, buried his head in eating the meat soup, and said, "That's good."
If I remind him now that Xuan Yizhen is already showing signs of illness, he may not have time to find a cure for her.
Because someone as arrogant and rational as Xuan Yizheng would definitely ask him to commit suicide with her.
Yin Xing only now understood what it meant to be in a critical situation. If he was a step slower, he might get burned!
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