MTL - Song in the Peach Blossoms-Chapter 68

The black shadow came silently behind her.

"The girl slept all day, but she was not comfortable?"

Xie Huai's heart was tight and busy: "Nothing... just tired."

The black man said again: "The girl's letter this month is already five days late."

Xie Huaiqi is prepared, "I have already written it, on the table in my room."

The black man turned to get it, and Xie Huaiqi shouted at him. "This big brother, you... I heard that the family has won the battle in front of you. Have you been busy with the Lord for two months?"

The black man nodded: "It is."

Xie Huaiqi thought for a moment and asked: "Then you guys should have told the Lord about the plague?"

The black man was a little embarrassed at once.

Xie Huai smiled, but didn't mind. With her understanding of Song Zijing, he could not risk the trouble of Xiao Xiao's energy at the crucial moment to tell him about his own risks.

Go back to the house and close the door.

The room was quiet and she could hear her breathing clearly. She raised her right hand and cut her finger on the left hand vein.

"Sister!" The energetic voice came from the outside. "Sister, are you there? I am starving! What are you eating today?"

Xie Huaiqi took a deep breath and raised a normal smile on his face. He turned and opened the door.

From the Imperial Palace, Yonghe Temple, Yu Wenyi leaned against the couch, and the legs were covered with a soft and light cotton blanket. The couch was piled with a few high-grade pieces, and a bowl of white fungus on the short ones had no heat. He looked at it one by one, and the cinnabar pen was carefully commented, and his look was very serious.

Although it is already midsummer, but the Yonghe Hall is still very cool, and there are always breeze from the window. The palace in the afternoon was especially quiet, and I was always older, and I was already sleeping on the side of the pillar.

Yu Wenyi gently went down the couch, did not bother him, and went to the side compartment.

Pushing the half-closed door, a familiar medicinal fragrance floated out.

There was a delicate stove in the room with a can of medicine on it. The one who was supposed to look at the fire was not there.

Yu Wenyi quickly found her figure on the low couch behind the curtain.

Xie Huaiqi was lying on his side, his head resting on the cushion and his eyes closed. Yu Wenyi approached and saw her shadow in the next circle, and could not help but blink her eyes.

She was much thinner than before, her chin was sharp, her eyes were slightly sunken, and her face was unhealthy.

Although she was not strong in the past, her face was always rosy.

Yu Wenyi's brow is locked.

Is it too tired?

In order to fight the plague against the plague, I have been working for more than two months. I have been on the road all the way to the north, and I still have to rest to treat his leg. The iron body can't stand this kind of work.

The governing **** on duty came in lightly and saw this scene. He thought that the emperor was angry and hurried to wake up to thank Xie Taifu.

Yu Wenyi grabbed him. The governor was scared to kneel on the ground.

Yu Wenyi said with a low voice: "You, go get a thin blanket."

The father-in-law rushed to do it, and took a thin blanket back. The scene he saw was that he almost lost his eyes.

Before the emperor was half-squatting in front of the couch, carefully took off his shoes from Xie Huai. Then he took the blanket from his father's hand and gently covered her. Touching Xie Huai's cold hand, the brow locks tighter.

When the father-in-law was still squatting, he listened to the emperor and said: "Put out the medicine and smack it. Look for someone to come over and wait until she wakes up and wait carefully."

The father-in-law hurriedly nodded.

Yu Wenyi looked at Xie Huai’s half-heartedly in a complicated way, and he went out.

Chang Xi has woke up and waited outside. Yu Wenyi said to him: "When Xie Dafu wakes up, she will tell her that she will let her rest for ten days and ask her to take a rest at home and adjust her body."

Chang Xi is in a hurry.

Yu Wenyi thought, "The old ginseng left by the father, pick a hundred years, and give him a supplement."

Chang Xi has a slight glimpse and should immediately come down.

Xie Huaiyu woke up until the sun turned west. She still feels weak and sore, like a marathon. Although the hands and feet are cold, but the action is big, sweating and sweating, the head immediately fainted.

It's bad.

She put her head out of bed and put on shoes.

Wearing shoes?

Dr. Xie woke up, looked at the shoes, looked at the blankets, and looked at the empty room.

The palace lady who was at the door heard the movement inside, and was about to open the door. The result was that the people inside rushed out.

"Pharmaceutical! What about the stove?"

The palace lady hurriedly stopped her. "Xie Dafu, the medicine has already been smashed. Your Majesty has already taken it!"

"What about you?"

"I have been eating for a long time." The palace lady smiled. "You don't look at what time it is now."

Xie Huaizhen only noticed that it was a twilight scene outside, and it was dumbfounded. It’s a long time.

The palace lady smiled and said: "Xie Dafu feels good sleep? Your majesty told you not to quarrel with you, and said that when you wake up, let you rest for ten days. Oh, yes! Your Majesty also gave the old ginseng. It!"

Xie Huaiyu looked at the chubby chubby baby and smiled very stiffly.

The palace girl's tone is strange: "Congratulations to the doctor!"

Xie Huaiqi wondered: "What is He Xi?"

The palace lady smiled and did not answer, and looked at the expression that you clearly know why you must ask, very gossip. Xie Huaiqi could not help but have another layer of sweat.

She helplessly held her head.

Oh, the head hurts more.

At this time, the Qi Palace, which is thousands of miles away, is going through the high threshold to enter the emperor's palace. Xiao Yu is leaning on the couch halfway. On the head, a stupid cloth towel is tied in accordance with the tradition. The body is covered with silk cotton quilts, and the full case is a memorial. When he was watching the chapter, he did not smoke his nose, coughed one or two times, and then poured a cup of herbal tea. His face was flushed with redness and his face was long.

Rong Kun shook his head.

This cold is also strange, sleep well, and the throat will be hoarse in the morning. The medicine prescribed by Taiji has been taken for a few days, but it is very slow. The emperor's diligence has passed his head and he is advised not to rest. This month's Queen's letter came late, and the emperor thundered in the past few days, even with the launch of the heat, and repeatedly did not retreat.

Xiao Yu looked up and swept him. He spoke, but the voice was very hoarse. "What?"

Rong Kundao: "Pingyuan Hou Shizi arrived."

"Wen Hao arrived?" Xiao Yu's eyes brightened, his face melted with frost, "Quickly announce! Express!" said jumping out of bed.

Zheng Wenhao, who has grown into a mature youth, swaggered in and walked in. He just had to bow down and was held by Xiao Yu and pulled down to sit down.

"A family is not polite." Xiao Yu took him carefully and looked at him with great interest. "The change is really big. It is a man who has become a family. Is your illness better?"

Zheng Wenhao was exaggerated to be embarrassed. "Xie Xiong cares, his father used the medicine sent by his majesty, and the whole spring did not send any more."

Xiao Yu nodded. "I will ask people to send more when the medicine is good. It is all Queen's."

"Chen Xie Queen Ron." Zheng Wenhao immediately said.

"Wen Hao is a family is different." Xiao Yu is very proud to look at the little sister-in-law, "If your sister is alive, seeing you now, it should be very gratifying."

Zheng Wenhao is a little sad, "Chen also misses her sister very much."

Xiao Yu patted his shoulder and smiled: "I heard that your wife was born into a calligraphy family, can draw a book, especially good at painting butterflies. How come, do you have a few drops of ink into your head that knows the guns and horses? go with?"

Zheng Wenhao is a bit embarrassed. "Chen is a man with a big leaf, and a minister is fortunate enough to marry such a good woman. It is a bit of a cow chewing a peony." He said, his face was very gentle.

Xiao Yu looked at him with a happy smile, could not help but envy.

Getting along with each other, loving and accompanying, talking simple, but difficult.

The throat was itch again, and Xiao Yu lowered his head and coughed a few times.

Zheng Wenhao is concerned: "Your Majesty still has to take care of the body, and it is all about the whole country."

Xiao Yu smiled indifferently. "It's a small illness, it doesn't matter."

"Small illnesses are not cured, and it is easy to become a big problem. I heard that the plague that left the country for two months is caused by the deterioration of the common plague..."

The jade tooth porcelain cup fell on the ground and fell, and the glittering pieces were like a silver powder.

Rong Kun heard the voice rushing in and saw Xiao Yu, only to feel a chilly rise from the soles of his feet, could not help but hit a beggar.

"Go and call..." Xiao Yu’s voice is even more like a few ice. "Go and call me to Song Zijing!"

Song Zijing finished the whole robes, and in the eyes of a group of people shivering and timid, he walked into the hall calmly and squatted toward the figure that was backed by the hand.

One thing fell in front of him - it was the plague file that was transferred directly from the intelligence department.

"Good! Good of you, Song Zijing!" Xiao Yu seems to be angry, his eyes are red.

Song Zijing is not shocked. He knew that there would be such a day. Xiao Yu didn't take things to him, he was lucky.

Zheng Wenhao has long since avoided, and the only hall is the monarch. Xiao Yu’s voice became hoarse and rough due to illness, and it echoed in the hall, shaking the eardrum of Song Zijing.

"Do you do this, tell me how to believe you in the future? Call the ministers how to see you! You... you dare!"

"Your Majesty," Song Zijing is not slow, "The Queen is really safe, you can rest assured!"

This sentence is like pouring oil on the fire. Xiao Xiao is so angry that he trembles and points to his nose. "Good! Good! If she has three long and two short, what are you going to do?"

Song Zijing calmly replied: "There is no infidelity in the court. If the queen encounters an unforeseen event, the court will punish himself."

"When you die, she can come back?" Xiao Yu slammed the things on the table to the ground. Rong Kun, who was outside the door, was shocked and trembled. He obviously felt that the fire of the emperor was obviously different from the past.

"One big thing, I really didn't hear anything! You can actually take me to such a point!"

So to the point - so to the point - so to the point -

The sound was so loud that the roof was smashed. Xiao Yu was over-excited, and the scorpion couldn’t stand it, and he couldn’t hold his mouth and cough. Rong Kun rushed in to give him tea, but he was pushed open by him.

Song Zijing is still the same, calm and calm as if it is a routine report. Xiao Yu couldn’t come out with other heavier words. Only when he drunk tea, could he barely press the anger.

Song Zijing saw him face red and red, his eyes were full of blood, and finally sighed.

"When Chen did this, it was to prevent his Majesty from distracting from the war in the East China Sea. However, this crime has a bad influence, and the Minister hopes that he will punish the public by the air."

Xiao Yu listened, blood gas surged, dizziness was a bit unable to stand, could not help but hold the table corner.

His heart was angry, shocked, afraid, and complained. That is, the angry Song Zijing did not report it, and hated it. He had to cut his power and he was away from the heart. I wonder if Xie Zhaohua’s situation is now, and his heart is in chaos. hemp.

"Penalty?" Xiao Yu suppressed the anger and smiled coldly. "Your intelligence department has handed over to Han Yanyu from today. When I pick up her, let me discuss how to deal with you!"

Song Zijing was shocked. "You are going to pick her up? The son of a thousand gold is not sitting in the church. The king of a country is far away from the foreign country. This is in the country and the people..."

However, Xiao Yu has already walked out of the hall, and his eyes disappeared into the white sun outside.

Song Zijing frowned and shook his head, lifted his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his nose.

However, Xiao Yu still did not go abroad.

A secret newspaper was sent to Beijing and handed over to his hand: Shuntian Wang, Zhang Weiwen of Zhangjia, a vassal country, suddenly collapsed.

It is said that Zhang Wangye suddenly wants to eat a bouillon. So the cook painstakingly studied and made several kinds of end-to-end, and Wang Hao’s slender hand was fed to him. As a result, the whole dumpling did not enter the stomach, but the trachea was blocked. Everyone was so busy that they didn't save him. Zhang Wangye dragged him, though he was young, but he was a little blessed because of the color of the wine and left the world that made him infinitely nostalgic.

Zhang Weiwen’s son is five years old this year, and he wrote that he is honest and honest. Although Xiao Yu allowed him to inherit his throne, but immediately issued a sacred decree, sealed Zhang Weimin's eldest son Annan Wang, the second daughter is Pingnan County, and Shuntian is divided into three.

This matter has just been processed, Xie Moyang came to the chapter.

Others have already taken up their posts and began to set up the people who have lost their lives because of the naval battle. Because of the disruption of the Lujia forces, many things require central dispatch. The local change of agriculture for the sang, and because of the landlord's secret destruction, gave birth to many twists and turns, Xiao Yu had to send two competent officials to help Xie Moyang.

The East Army has basically been in the hands of Xiao Yu, although there are still generals who care about the old master, and even in the army to encourage soldiers. Xiao Yu’s iron order, the eviction, the killing, are merciless.

After some cleansing, the leadership of the army has become very clear, and the power of the world is also visible to everyone. The literati has written many articles on the poems, satirizing the political affairs, and cherishing the self-pity. Xiao Yu turned a deaf ear, only when they were farting.

The emperor’s iron fist, the state’s political power was unified, and the military power fell. In the autumn of that year, the farmers who had harvested the grain and changed their agriculture to mulberry also tasted the sweetness. The new imperial examinations have selected a large number of talented people, and the trade along the border has also begun to flourish because of the development of the silk industry.

The Lu family has suffered several blows in succession and has been seriously injured. Xiao Yu did not expect to kill them as many people expected.

The emperor said that Lu Guogong’s iron horse knife was a beating of the country, and the nobles were hard-working for the harem, and they could not be partial because of the injustice of the descendants.

That being said, but the decline of Lujia and the rise of Xie's family, no need to cover up any superficial articles. It’s just that Xiao Yu’s lessons have not allowed Xie’s family to get involved in the military, and there are also Yang’s balances in political affairs. The world is only a way, the queen has no birth, and Xie is afraid that he will not go long.

By the time Xiao Yu was finally busy, the hot season had passed. In the past few months, Xie Zhaohua’s letter has not been broken. She didn't say anything about her own disasters, let alone the plague. She only used a lot of pen and ink to write about her life in the medical supervision of the Taijiu. The book was already finished, and she learned new things and met new people. Life is a very moist one, in short, it is a piece of peace, and it is irritating and worried.

Of course, she also wrote about the game from Di Yu.

"I am a telemedicine officer. I have to go to the emperor every day to ask for a safe pulse. I am very diligent from the emperor. Every day, I have a time to process my official documents. I have a healthy schedule, that is, I don’t have the courage to let him Follow the instructions. I will give you this form, you can do it!

This person from the emperor is very strange. He is very outstanding in appearance and is a king of a country. He does not have a harem. I don't know if he has a warm wife. But look at the degree of his diligence, it is estimated that there is that time every day, sleep is too late, right? ”

Xiao Yu saw this and laughed at it.

"I have heard that although his wife's reputation is outside, there are still countless aristocratic women who are devoted to him. They don't believe in evil, and they want to marry in to be a stepping stone. On the day of the Lunar New Year, the emperors and relatives gathered together. I was waiting for the doctor, and I saw the girls dressed up. I remembered you that year. I heard that Liu Mingzhu is already a mother, and that Miss Ma is married?

You said at the time that they didn't have me. what about now? Still the same idea has not changed? ”

Xiao Yu stunned and continued to watch with a pitiful smile.

"Autumn is coming again, the sky is getting colder. These days I watched the weather dry and the leaves turned yellow in turn. The migratory birds flew south from my yard, and there was a time when the time flies and the sorrows are gone.

Auntie, I miss you very much. In fact, I really understand a little, the greatest happiness is to be able to accompany your loved ones. This is why I have been looking around for the past three years, but I always feel that I have lost a big chunk of my heart.

I love you, never changed, whether it is health or disease, whether it is life or death. I am constantly reminiscent of the happiness we have experienced in the past years, the lush years, the joy of flying. Yes, as long as I can be with you, I hope that life experience will give me enough courage to face everything. May you give me a little courage, may I have a look at you. ”

Xiao Yu frowned. The pessimism and attachment that came out of the letter and made him uneasy.

He put down the letter and called Rong Kun. "You are going to call Han Xiaohou.... Call Song Daren."

Rong Kun went out, only after a while and then turned back.

"So fast?"

"Your Majesty," Rong Kun's old face tangled with a dilemma. "That... Hey! Your Majesty, Lu Guogong came to the house, saying that the country is old, half an hour before, hey."

Xiao Yan stood up.

For a long time, I asked: "What about Lu Guifei?"

"The girl is waiting in front of the temple."

"She is coming?"

"Yes."

Xiao Yu sighed, "Please come in."

One of Lu Ying changed his usual red color, and his filial piety was glaring. Her expression was as stereotypical as wearing a mask, and the delicate face was not a little angry, only the sadness and despair in her eyes made her still a living person.

Xiao Yu looked at her. When she saw her at the beginning of the year, she was also a energetic and enthusiastic girl who always followed his figure with the eyes of worship. As far as male self-esteem is concerned, it has been greatly satisfied. So how does a girl full of energy become such a rigid, sad, and deep-hearted woman?

This harem is terrible. I don’t complain about Zhaohua. She had to flee away from her.

Xiao Yu sighed.

Lu Ying moved and lowered his head.

"Your Majesty," her voice was like a pool of stagnant water. "My father is gone."

Xiao Yu’s tone expressed his pity and sorrow very well. “I also learned about it. I heard that it was a dream that died. It is very peaceful. His old age is high. He died at this time and was buried as a funeral. Still need to be sad."

Lu Yingzhi was frowned and stunned, and slowly and gracefully squatted on the ground.

Xiao Yu is puzzled and bent down to help her. "What is this for you? If you have any requirements, then you will, you will promise."

Lu Yingzhi’s smile is like a cry. “Your Majesty, I’m also here to congratulate you.”

Xiao Yu wonders, "What do you congratulate?"

Lu Yingzhi raised his head violently. "Congratulations, His Majesty finally got rid of his heart!"

Xiao Yu unconsciously let go of her hand.

Lu Yingzhi’s sad, sad, and ridiculous face is very glaring--