Song in the Peach Blossoms

I am still worried about how to find a way to inquire about the news, and the next day, Xia Wenbing came to the door himself.

As usual, she fell in love with her, and cared about a few problems in her life. Suddenly, the words turned: "Snow genius is the coldest, girls don't want to be lucky, and they go out at night."

I felt a chill from my feet to my head, thinking that this summer aunt was really amazing.

This woman, the political power of the alternating **** hurricane came all the way, standing still, the Queen Mother seriously ill and another man in the harem. Introverted and wise, the weight is light, the mind is meticulous, calm and self-sufficient, although clearly and graceful, you can always feel that there is a hidden momentum between the hopes. It’s a wonderful woman.

I don't know what to say. Xia Yubing laughed like the spring sun. "The girl must have been worried about it all night. It is better to go to the same place to talk about it."

I am overjoyed and thanked her for running out.

Yellow Zhuo knows why I came and opened the door to see the mountain: "You probably know about the riots in Qinan?"

I nodded: "But I only know about it." After the disaster relief last year, I expected that this year's spring will be a disaster, but I did not expect it to be serious to the victims of the uprising. The three-county uprising is quite large, and it is no longer the same as the previous small place. It seems that the party’s corruption, tyranny and ruthlessness, finally made the people’s resentment boiling.

Yeluzhuo said: "Your emperor heard this news, and the disease seems to be aggravated. Now Zhao Zhaoxiang is in charge of the situation on the court. The newly promoted Prince, watching the young and full of energy, only tossed it and then lost. It’s coming.” It’s very disdainful.

The hometown complex made me very uncomfortable with him. He said coldly: "It’s natural to succumb to the fire."

Yeluzhuo sneered at me and sneered: "The Zhao family's regime is unstable, and it is not Yan Wang. You are so affectionate and pitiful." He may be secretly happy to prepare for the attack."

I said with a slap in the face: "The people of the people can see their sons like grass and mustard, seeing that they are so hot and not saved? You are a stone heart, but you don't know the truth of killing chickens and taking eggs?"

Yeluzhuo was hit by me, with no expression on my face, and I was unpleasantly chilling under my body. I also feel that I am too rash. Xiao Yu protects me from the wind and rain, and I can't help myself. I don't have a big deal. I don't have a big slap in the face, and my temper is ridiculous or screaming, no matter what other people look. But Yerui Zhuo is a king of a country, and I am not a relative, but I am degraded. How can this breath be swallowed up?

I was thinking about how to apologize, but I heard Yeluzhuo say, "You said it makes sense."

My chin almost fell to the ground. This cold noodle cool brother will actually wear soft.

Yeluzhuo said coldly: "Xia Aunt said to me that you are straightforward, but you know the truth. It is true."

When he spoke, there was a breeze blowing in through the door. I smelled a familiar jasmine flower on his body and couldn't help it.

On the door, a knock on the door sounded, and Xia Yubing whispered, "Hello?"

Yeluzhuo did not shun me, sighed: "Come in."

Xia Wenbing walked in and didn't look at me. He handed a copy directly to Yeluzhuo.

Yerroux looked down, his brows gradually deepened, and his doubts were puzzled. I suddenly had a bad feeling.

After looking at the fold, Yeluzhuo turned and handed it back to Xia Wenbing. Xia’s aunt was very quick to read, and it was a shocked look. The two of them turned their heads and looked at me.

I am up and down in my heart, I feel that my heart is about to jump out of my chest: "What?"

"Yan Wang he..." Xia Yubing said, "He was stabbed and injured..."

I packed up that night and prepared to return home in the evening.

Clothes, medicinal materials... I don’t know how many injuries are there?

"Autumn transcripts" should be silently presented to the small trod... maybe it is just a flesh wound.

Yelu Zhuo sent me the snow lotus dew... In case he was poisoned?

Xiao Cheng sent me "Astronomical Heart" has not had time to see ... nothing, even if the poison, can not die for a while, I always rescued back.

However, will not break your arm and break your leg?

how come? He is next to Tiewei Lin.

It must be an ordinary flesh wound...

Yeluzhuo sent me back and gave me a lot of jewelry. I will be very happy in the past, and now I am not thankful for it. I always felt that something was scratching and irritating, and I was anxious to make me restless. Only when the carriage started, this rush was slightly relieved, but then it was submerged by more intense emotions.

Tonger looked at me worriedly: "Miss, you should take a break, it is already late."

I looked at the dark night outside the window, and there was a thorn in my body that made me feel a lot of pain.

I said to Tonger: "I don't know if I think too much... I feel very upset."

Tonger smiled and comforted me: "Miss is care and chaos. Wang Fu is more blessed, there is God bless, there will be nothing."

She is actually uneasy and laughs very stubbornly.

I said, "Why are there no news at all?"

"Maybe the letter has not been sent, maybe I don't want you to worry." Tonger suddenly rejoiced. "If it is the latter, does that mean that Wang Ye's injury is not heavy?"

I sighed: "I am far from him."

Day and night, the carriage drove south, and the distance between me and Xiao Yu was gradually shortened and shortened. I finally looked at the wall of the Xiyao City.

I didn't have a chill in the ground.

The official road passes through the village, and I squint at the white flag hanging on the closer and closer houses. The tall poles support the dense snow-white flags on the roof, and they are swayed in the wind. New snow.

I am like a cold winter in the early spring.

Can't help it anymore, immediately let the driver pull the horse, then push the door and jump.

In front of the farmhouse, there is a big mother who is working, wearing a filial filial piety, and the white cloth tied around her waist is very glaring.

I hung my heart and thought that every word has a lot of weight: "Auntie, this village is wearing Xiaoxiao, who died?"

Aunt looked up at me and put down her buddy. She sighed with a sigh of sadness: "Is the girl coming from outside? Our prince was stabbed a few days ago and was seriously injured..."

My ears slammed in a bang, and the words of Auntie kept reverberating in my mind. I only felt that the ground was cracking a big seam. I kept falling, falling, and surrounded by a dark and cold.

I didn’t know what the people around said. I only knew that I had turned around and grabbed the reins of the guards, turned the horses, and slammed the whip and galloped toward Xiyao City.

In the early spring, the cold and long bones of the wind smashed my cheeks like a knife. The hand that I held the reins had already numb, the heartbeat was like a drum, and I couldn’t give birth to wings.

what happened! ?

The guards of the city gate saw me running, and the guns were to be stopped. I don’t know who knew me and shouted: "Yi Min girl."

As soon as they hesitated, I had already crossed the gate.

Full of white eyes. The city is full of white eyes.

I can hardly breathe.

What exactly happened here?

Countless white faces are like life-like monsters flying in the air. I look around this suddenly strange city. The intense fear sweeps through every nerve and tears my reason.

I lost my way and walked blindly in the city. My horse was infected and I was restless. I suddenly woke up to what I should do now, and quickly tightened the reins to the Yan Wang House.

The palace is also full of white plaques. Some people have already informed me that I have arrived, and Song Zijing has already rushed out from inside.

"Small...mind girl?" Song Zijing reveals the color of horror. He is different from the extroverted Xiao Yu. He is definitely a master who has not changed his face before the Taishan Mountain. Now he is also open-eyed with his eyes open. He was also wearing a filial cloak, and the Wangfu Jiading, who was behind him, was also wearing a filial piety.

I trembled and asked, "What about Xiao Yuren?"

Song Zijing opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he did not say anything.

"What about Xiao Yu?" I asked aloud.

no answer.

Without this patience, I pushed them away and rushed inside.

Song Zijing grabbed me and grabbed me quickly: "You wait, you can't..."

"Can't you?" I snapped. "I want to see him! Don't stun me, or kill me!"

"You--" Song Zijing is very embarrassed. Closer look, others are also a lot thinner, bloodshot eyes. My heart is already cold enough to freeze into ice, raise my hand and wave him, and continue to rush inside.

There are many people inside. Subordinates, soldiers, family members, and many people who do not know. Everyone was crowded in the lobby, and it was shocking. Many people are crying, and others are watching me in horror.

Song Zijing rushed behind me. Everyone did not say anything, but slowly separated and let out a word.

At the end of the road, there is a black and white dragonfly.

I walked over step by step.

Everyone let it out step by step.

Yunxiang opened the crowd and squeezed out, red eyes choked: "Sister..."

I look at her and move on.

The black iron color is thick and heavy, and the lid is flat on the side. The skull is covered with a brand new Yanjun flag. The white candle is like a dragonfly. There is a white flower in front of my eyes.

It was still on the way to Kyoto north.

The moonlight is very good, the water is flowing, the forest is covered with twilight, and it is quiet and asleep.

I sat side by side with Xiao Yu, sitting on the side of the stream. Both of them took off their shoes and their feet were immersed in the water. The mountain sees the cool stream sliding over our insteps, and the summer insects whisper in the grass behind them. Quiet and comfortable summer night, we sat like this for a long time without words.

Suddenly there was a little warm yellow fluorescent light, flashing and flickering, fluttering against the low surface of the water. Soon, there is another light spot to join it, the third, the fourth. The stars are a little bit, as if there is a string of precious stones covering us.

"Have you seen it before?" Xiao Yu asked me.

I nodded and smiled and said: "Fireflies, fireflies."

The little bugs, shining in the night with fascinating light, dreamy, like the elves who are riding a lantern night tour.

I said to Xiao Yu: "I am stupid and do not study hard. But there are a few poems, but I remember very clearly."

I read to him: "Love, you will always be a star on my head; if I die, I will become a firefly. In this garden, I will take the grass roots, fly in the dark, fly to the middle of the night at dusk. Flying to the sky in the middle of the night, I only hope that the sky will not be a cloud, I can see the sky, the unchanging star in the sky, that is you, I hope you will give me more light, across the night, across the sky, through The spirit of love is a little bit..."

Xiao Yu has been silent for a long time.

I couldn't stand it and turned to ask him: "Are you evaluating a few words?"

Xiao Yu said it hard: "Is this a poem..."

I am disappointed and my face is up. Xiao Yu added a face to me: "But it is very touching, affectionate, plain and natural."

I am satisfied with this.

The feet of both of us were swaying in the water, and the fireflies fluttered with the sound of the night worm. There was a daring little guy who fluttered his wings and flew to my corner to stop.

I looked at it with joy, but I didn't dare to touch it. I was afraid of flying a small guest, so I turned around and greeted Xiao Yu.

But there is no one beside him.

I was shocked and hurriedly stood up.

The moonlight suddenly disappeared, and the mountains and forests returned to the darkness. I couldn't see anything. The shadows of the trees, the waves of the streams, the starpoints of the fireflies, and the sounds of the bugs all retreated into the black. The chilly breath has infiltrated from all directions. Soak my clothes.

The fear shrouded me, and I shouted Xiao Yu’s name, but there was no response.

I ran in the illusory chaos, but the darkness did not end. Surrounded by seemingly lurking creatures, they are all in the dark. I didn’t pay attention to what I was doing, and I fell on the ground, and what was sharp was stabbing in my people.

I snorted in pain and opened my eyes.

"Wake up!"

Mr. Sun was greatly relieved.

I only feel that the blood in the chest is boiling and boiling, very uncomfortable, and I can't help but sit up.

Yunxiang rushed to help me and patted my back. I opened my mouth and spit a large amount of blood into the basin.

God, stomach bleeding?

The two children of Pin Lan and Jue Ming were still there, and I was so scared by my blood.

"Nothing, after being stimulated, blood will not return. It is good to nurse." Mr. Sun does not take this seriously.

I spit out, my chest was empty, and I felt short of breath, and I couldn't turn it back into the bed. The pain in the left chest was erosive and spread along the meridians. I was so frowning that my tears fell from the corners of my eyes.

The two children rushed to my bed and made an appointment to start crying.

"What happened to Min sister? Min sister, you talk!" Just like there are 3,000 ducks screaming in my ear.

The voice of Yunxiang also carries a thick nasal sound: "Sister, you have been in a coma for a whole day, scared me. You have to be three long and two short, what can I do?"

Tonger made up and said: "Ginseng soup has been smashed, Missy still drink a little."

I listened very annoyed and turned over. It’s just that such a simple movement makes me dizzy.

Yunxiang said: "You are in a bad mood, everyone understands, but you are sick, do you have to drink?"

Song Zijing also came over later, and bitterly advised me: "Xiaohua, you have to eat something."

I still don't talk, and I am dead with my eyes closed.

I closed my eyes and only hated that I didn't have a switch on my ear.

Everyone persuaded me to see me for a long time, but I didn’t dare force me. I had to give up. Song Zijing was helpless: "Let her calm down first and clear her thoughts."

Tong Er and A Qiao were busy taking away the two children who were still noisy.

I am very tired, my ears are squeaking, and all the weird sounds are plunging into my brain, dizziness, nausea, fever, and weakness in my limbs. The stomach is of course hungry, I am not a robot. But I don't want to do anything, just want to lie down like this. It's best to think about nothing, feel nothing, and become a vegetative person or die.

I didn't eat anything for two days, and finally shocked everyone, and all the people who didn't know each other took turns to persuade and persuade. I only know that I am such an important person.

I am not an empathetic person, but I feel tired. I just want to take a good sleep. I really have no strength to cope with this series of people and things. I don’t even want a bullet to move.

Tired, really tired, from the beginning of going to Chishui, I have not stopped tired, I feel that life has been consumed on the rush. Just as I was busy with other things, many things around me had passed by.

I am still lying, waking up while sleeping. Song Zijing couldn’t help but forced me to fill the ginseng soup. Drinking under high fever is bitter. I frowned or sold him a face to swallow things.

Yunxiang kept guarding me and slept on the couch next to me. She talked to me and I ignored it. She always sighed and made me upset and very embarrassed.

Later, Zheng Wenhao came to look for her. It was a good intention to use the care and help of the beautiful woman when she was suffering. As a result, she was used as a target and fired a blast of fire.

Song Zijing knows that there is no connection between the chicken and the duck, and instead of comforting the fragrance, she said that she is only more depressed.

Yunxiang listened to Song Zijing’s words, and just vented the backlog of emotions. The face that had not disappeared was already a blush and nodded. Since that day, she no longer sighs, but she has found a book to read to me. She knows my hobbies and picks up the story of the market. I listened and listened, and I felt that my spirit was better.

After everyone fell asleep at night, I was awake. Squinting at the darkness in front of me, my mind is blank, I don't know why it is like this, I don't know what I am doing, I don't know what I plan to do in the future.

It’s just obvious that there’s a piece of empty space in the body, a big **** hole in the chest, oh, look down, look at the internal organs, and have less heart.

Where did the heart go? Even I can't figure it out.

Numbness, it seems to spread from the fingertips to the limbs, the body loses consciousness, waiting for even consciousness to immerse in the void space. When the brain doesn't have to think about it, probably all the troubles are gone.

When dawn came, I gradually fell asleep again. I fell asleep, and there was always someone coming to me, gently touching my cheeks and kissing my lips. The hug was so tight and gentle, the touch was so gentle and real, everything was beautiful. It’s like my original imagination.

Nothing is sorrowful in the imagination, everyone is safe and happy. There is that person, he will grin, with a childlike naughty.

After three days, my high fever finally retreated and turned into a low fever. The appetite is a little better, and I am willing to take the initiative to eat. Although I don't feel hungry, I feel so happy when I see a little more when I eat a little more.

Just don't want to talk.

I don't even know what happened to myself. The brain is empty, and the mouth does not want to open except for eating. I don't want to respond to the outside world, just like a person shrinking into his own small world.

My low fever has been repeated over and over again. Mr. Sun is helpless.

This is actually just a psychological reason. Yunxiang can make Zheng Wenhao swear, but I can't and I don't have the strength to find an object to vent my emotions. Kneeling, naturally only through repeated fever to resolve.

Just start to lose hair, wash your head, drop it one by one, and the comb is full. I think these hairs can be weaved.

Yunxiang was shocked, and he was busy looking for Shouwu sesame walnuts and so on. I understand her pains and cooperate with taking medicine.

After Song Zijing could get up and eat, I finally felt a little relieved. I didn’t have a day to go, but I put my energy on the business. In this way, Yunxiang is a little lost.

She said to me: "I hope that Mr. Song can come more, but that means that my sister's illness is getting worse. Am I very unconscience very vicious?"

This simple child.

She whispered: "Wang Ye...has not been buried yet..."

I looked at her in the bronze mirror and asked questions silently.

"I don't know. I heard that it was the assassin from the Zhao party. The sergeants and the people were filled with indignation and they were clamoring for revenge."

I lowered my eyes and said nothing.