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The father was gone, the red dragonfly went away, Xuan Mo went, and Yun Aunt also left.
Finally, all the people who love her in this world have left, only she is alone, thousands of miles away from home, maybe her life, never see the sun and warmth of her hometown, can not smell the micro Salty waves.
The tears are rising, but the eyes are dry. Her heart suddenly felt so painful, her throat was salty, and there seemed to be liquid spilling over her mouth. She had been standing so ignorantly in the wind, until the white scorpion became bright and red, until Wenyuan’s exclamation penetrated. The ear drums, until the sky far away flew over the black crow, she fell softly. The snow is dark, the sky is dim and yellow, and she seems to see the young face of Yun Aunt many years ago, looking at her gently, calling her name.
After the death of the aunt of the cloud, the red leaves of Nalan are like a withered lily, which decays day by day.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and the cold wind is raging over the earth. The doctors in the hospital are going back and forth dozens of times a day. All kinds of precious medicines are sent to the southeast hall like water, but there is no improvement.
At noon that day, the heavy snow finally stopped. The sunshine outside was very good. Wenyuan called some small donkeys to play snowballs in the yard, and carried Nalan red leaves to sit under the gallery. She was wearing a thick white cloak and sitting on the soft couch. Those cheerful voices spread throughout the southeastern temple, and even the people's mood was slightly widened.
Suddenly, a slight voice was heard in the ear. Nalan’s red leaves were slightly blurred. I saw that Wang Tai and Lu Tai’s doctors were looking down at the temple. They didn’t seem to see her, and the voice was a bit loud.
Wang Taiji is a veteran of Huai Song. He is already in his 70s this year. He only saw his brows locked. Because he was far apart, he couldn’t hear clearly. He only heard a few vague words, and he was exhausted. The mind is too heavy, the blood and the blood loss, the internal and external emptiness, the oil has dried up, the medicine stone is unable to return to the sky...
"What do the two adults say?"
A slap in the air suddenly sounded, and the two doctors looked up, but Wenyuan stood at the door and looked anxiously at them. Nalan Hongye sat aside, looking calm and looking like that, it seems to have been listening for a long time.
The two were so scared that they slammed into the ground and were too busy to plead guilty.
Nalan Hongye did not say anything, just turned her head silently and quietly looked at the snowballs in the yard. No joy or no sorrow, as if the words have not been heard before.
When she was having dinner, Wen Yuan smiled and talked to her. When she saw that she was in a good mood, she carefully consoled her and said that she didn’t have to care about the two doctors. She even took a couple of people and said that they were old and faint. Not worth a letter.
Nalan Hongye smiled and listened, and slept early after drinking the medicine.
On the second day, a new batch of doctors came to the southeast hall. Nalan Hongye did not object, listened to the words of the doctors every day, and quietly nursed back to health. Although the disease did not improve, it did not deteriorate. The doctors are very happy, saying that as long as this winter, her illness will have a turn.The people in the southeast hall listened very happy. Just happened to catch up with the Lantern Festival. Wen Yuan took the female staff to arrange the southeast hall, red, green and green. The colorful satin was hung up and looked like It is the same as a new marriage. Nalan Hongye knows their minds and does not stop them. They just lie quietly in bed and rarely speak.
However, within a few days, the weather suddenly became extremely cold, the cold wind whistling, the dripping water became ice, and the disease of Nalan Hongye deteriorated.
At noon that day, the snow whistling outside the window, Nalan Hongye leaned on the couch, listening to the sound outside, some ecstasy, calmly said: "This year's lantern festival, I am afraid I can't do it."
Her voice was very hoarse, with a smothering disappointment. Wen Yuan was full of grief all the time, but she did not dare to let her see it. When she saw her, she quickly smiled and replied: "With such a big wind, what kind of lanterns are blown away when they are hanging out, it should be impossible. ""
Nalan Hongye nodded, and Wenyuan continued: "The goddess still sleeps for a while, just taking medicine, is it bitter? Do you want to drink some sugar?"
Nalan Hongye shook his head, Wenyuan was about to continue to talk, and suddenly heard the three outside whipping, crisp and sweet, suddenly a look of joy, immediately stood up and said: "The goddess, the emperor is coming." Let the next person go out to pick up the car.
In a short while, the palace door of the main hall was opened one by one, and the curtains were lifted up. The Yan Yan walked in a black gold robe and took off the black coat outside and gave it to the maid.
He is still the same, the British eyebrows, the nose of the pen, the thin lips, the eyes are like a deep lake, how can you not see the end. Sitting on the opposite side of the bed of Nalan Hongye, he took the hot face towel that Wenyuan handed, first applied his face, and wiped his hand before he asked: "Is it better?"
Nalan Hongye leaned on the couch and gently nodded her face with her usual calm smile: "The emperor is worried, it is much better."
He nodded and continued to ask: "Is the medicine prescribed by Tai Chi to be eaten on time?"
Nalan Hongye said: "I have to eat on time."
He indulged for a moment and asked: "I remember you are very afraid of cold. If it is cold today, is the palace warm enough?"
The eyes of Nalan's red leaves flashed a faint look, but it was so fleeting that it was almost impossible to detect. She looked up and her cheeks had become thin and pointed, saying: "The emperor doesn't have to worry, everything is fine here."
Then, the hall was quiet like this, quiet as the autumn lake. The wind outside the window is still the same, and it looks like a burst. The two are sitting like this, and no one knows what to say to break the deadlock.
"Then, the queen will rest, first..."
“Is the emperor used lunch?” A very crisp voice suddenly sounded on the side.
Nalan and Yan Yan are a glimpse, looking up, but it is Wen Yuan. The young maid was so frightened that her lips were white, her hands were squatting in front of her hand, and her forehead had already sweated, and the arm hidden under the sleeves shivered slightly.
Yan Yan looked at Nalan Hongye in a different place, then turned his head, but did not get angry, but nodded and said: "No.""The emperor is better to have a meal in our palace. The kitchen of our small kitchen is very good. The goddess likes to eat. The emperor has never eaten in our palace."
Yan Yan smiled and nodded: "Good."
Wen Yuan couldn't help but be happy. Almost some of them were helpless. They quickly said: "The slaves will go ahead and prepare." Then he ran away.
Seeing her go, Nalan Hongye said helplessly: "The courtiers have no way to discipline, please the emperor for forgiveness."
Yan Yan shook his head: "Nothing, she is very loyal."
How can Nalan Hongye not know Wenyuan's mind, but I hope that Yan Yan can stay with him for a while and then stop talking about it.
Yan Yan stood up and walked freely on the main hall. He walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out one of them. He turned it over and put it back. Then he took out one. Nalan’s red leaves lie on the couch and fiddle with a franc clip. The sun shines in through the window and draws one grid after another on the ground. The afternoon sun was very warm, even though the wind was roaring outside, but in this room, it was peaceful and peaceful.
"Do you like the art of business?" Yan Yan suddenly asked, holding a "Jing Wei Jia Shu" in his hand.
Nalan Hongye looked up and said: "The ancestors of the courtiers used to be merchants. The trade in Songdi was developed, and the scholars also liked to study and study."
Yan Yan smiled and said: "I really can't see it."
"Can't see anything?"
Yan Yan shook his head and said: "Nothing, just knowing a person, but also like this."
Nalan Hongye smiled and said: "It is Xuan Wangye."
Yan Yan was slightly surprised and asked: "How does the Queen know?"
Nalan Hongye said very naturally: "The courtiers of course know that the courtiers knew the Xuan prince since he was a child, and he naturally understood the emperor."
Yan Yan smiled lightly, but he did not seem to agree, but did not say anything, just turned his head and continued to read the book. Nalan's red leaves are secretly smug, like a child's mischief, holding up his mouth and bowing his head to continue to play with the clip.
Time has passed quietly, and for many years, Yan Yan seems to be the first time to seriously watch the hall of Nalan Hongye. I only feel that this queen is an unusual person. Not only is the taste superior, but the knowledge is even more extensive. Wide, and most of them have a look of the look, not like other palaces, all the books are just furnishings.
"Emperor, Queen Empress, please eat."
The food was quickly put up, because Nalan was taking medicine and needed to avoid it. Therefore, on her side, there are only four side dishes, and there are more than 60 hot and cold dishes on the side of Yanyan. It is full of Dangdang and it looks spectacular.
Yan Yan was a little embarrassed, could not help but look at Nalan Hongye.
Nalan Hongye smiled and said: "The emperor rarely comes to the court here. People don't know your taste. They are only prepared. The emperor should not blame them. They are sincerely pleased."
This is also the mouth of Nalan Hongye. If it is someone else, it will make people feel that they are jealous.Wen Yuan stood by and saw that Yan Yan did not say anything. He obediently ate and couldn't help but be mad. He said that he is too wise today. The goddess will have such a good spirit on weekdays. Sure enough, my heart disease still needs my heart medicine. Maybe I have to go to the emperor several times, and the girl’s illness will be fine.
A meal was eaten very slowly, and after eating, it was time to take a nap. Yan Yan and Nalan Hongye said a few words at random. At this time, they naturally became a lot. They also explained that the next person should take good care of her and they must go back to the palace first. Just turned and left, suddenly heard a scream, the original sleeves hung to the corner of the table, actually torn a large mouth of the fabric of the cuff.
As soon as Yan Yan raised his arm and glanced at it casually, he did not put it on his heart.
Nalan Hongye said: "The emperor, the clothes are broken."
Yan Yan said indiscriminately: "It doesn't matter."
"Wait a minute." She pulled the sleeves of Yan Yan and looked at it carefully. She said, "This is a tribute to Tianci embroidery. This kind of cloth, Tianshou County can only make a few clothes a year, the emperor this year. I only made this sacred costume of Tianci embroidery. Now it is broken, even if I get the royal embroidery room, I am afraid no one can dare to make up."
Where does Yan Yan want to get a piece of clothing and there are so many sayings, I can't help but look at the dress and look at it: "If it breaks, it will be broken, it doesn't matter."
Nalan Hongye said: "The emperor is not distressed, and the courtiers are still distressed. I don't know how many embroidered women are blinding their eyes for this roll of cloth every year. You see, this fabric is not only double-sided embroidery, even If you look at the cross section of the fabric, you can see a small blessing."
Yan Yan looked at it carefully, and sure enough, he could not help but sigh: "It is really subtle."
"Wen Yuan, take the needle thread."
Yan Yan asked, "What should the Queen do?"
"Since the Yuxiu room no one dares to make up, anyway, it is also to be thrown, not as good as the courtiers to make up, if it is broken, the emperor can not blame."
Yan Yan was even more surprised and could not help but ask: "Is the Queen still a female?"
Nalan red leaf eye tip light, waved a turn, gently glanced at him, took the needle thread, and then patched up, while sewing, said: "Sit down, for a while
Just fine. ”
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