Sleeve the world, mourning melody

Sima Zi laughed at himself, what kind of covenant under the city, why is it so predestined, isn't he just deceiving himself?

Yi Mo, your thoughts of spring and autumn that you have kept for seven years are finally shattered for me.In the past, so far.

The plain hands that were tucked into the sleeves were clenched tightly, and she smiled with joyful eyes, "How did Xuelian find it?"

Yue Lan lowered her eyes, "I have searched all over the nearby mountains, and the farmers at the foot of the mountain have also asked. Some farmers said that they couldn't find the snow lotus nearby, and they wanted to go out to the northwest."

Sima Zi shook his head and held Yue Lan's wrist, "That's the end of refining the medicine, the preparation for entering the palace is the most important thing."

Yue Lan's eyes widened, and she couldn't believe it, "Miss, we only need to blind the snow lotus. We have spent so much effort, isn't it a waste of effort to give up now?"

Sima Zi turned his eyes away, staring at the black and silent night shot by the window lattice, he was silent for a long time, and then his voice was faint, "I don't need it anymore."

Yue Lan hesitated to speak, but turned to think of other things, "Miss is really willing to enter the palace?"

willing?Sima Zi got up, went to the window, and turned his back to her, "Lan'er wanted to say that Shen Nian was arrogant and never knew what reconciliation was, but now, I am disobeying her back then."

Yue Lan got up, lowered her eyes, "I don't dare to think that way."

"I don't blame you for thinking about it, it's just like this... Ling'er, she stayed in the Xiao Pavilion without fear of words, because she refused to say it clearly, it probably has something to do with me... Actually, both of you should stay away from me Some, now, it is not worth it to devote oneself to such meditation."

Yue Lan was in a hurry, "Miss, you are an evil servant! The servant has been with the lady for more than ten years, and does not mention the grace of Mrs. Madam's rebuilding, but the grace of taking care of us. It is hard to repay the spirit in this life!"

Sima Zi turned around and looked at him. After a long time, the corners of his lips raised slightly, "I won't mention these things in the future. Without you, I would not be able to stay here today. In this case, let's not mention the old things... Lan'er , I still have something to ask."

After Sima Zi motioned, Yue Lan approached and lowered her voice, "Miss, tell me."

"Pay attention to the movements of the Jingzhao Mansion and the people who have close contacts with it... Jing Zhaoyin has taken refuge in the historian, and the people he associates with may be inseparable from the historian."

"..." Yue Lan heard something wrong, "Miss, this is... Could it be that you never wanted to bring me into the palace?"

Sima Zi shook her hand and said helplessly, "Your temperament is not suitable for the palace."

Yue Lan was not reconciled, "Miss, are you suitable..."

Heartstrings twitched, memories stalked, when Yaoji was young, she once told another person that she was not suitable for the restrained life in the palace.

Yue Lan belatedly shut up, annoyed at herself for making a slip of the tongue.

Sima Zi bypassed the person in front of him, sat back in his original position, lowered his head, calmed down for a moment and said: "The Shi family is always vigilant, and nothing can be found. If it is not necessary, avoid meeting them face to face."

Yue Lan nodded, and wrote down one by one. When she left the door, she suddenly remembered something, and turned back, "Miss, I will take a look at your injuries."

Sima Zi raised his hand, undid the tie, and took off the strips at the waist of the skirt, and found himself in a corner.

Yue Lan squatted down to examine carefully, facing the inch-long blood scab on Su's shoulder, frowning, "Miss, there is still a blood scab on this injury... If you don't pay attention to it carefully, you may not be able to justify it in the palace examination... "

Sima Zi replied flatly, "It will be removed in due time."

Yue Lan was surprised, "If you apply external force, I'm afraid it will cause scars!"

Sima Zi raised his lips, "No problem." He closed his clothes and said, "I'm not afraid of giving up on myself."

Feeling suspicious, Yue Lan got up in confusion, said goodbye again and exited the door, turned around and did not walk a few steps, suddenly enlightened.

Sima Zi chuī extinguished the candles in the outer room, and walked in slowly.

Tossing and turning, getting tired.Putting his hand on his left shoulder, he rubbed it lightly through the underwear, and before he fell asleep, that shy smiling face came to his eyes.

Is my last bond with you limited to this?

·

The light of the sun hit the face, slightly relieving the pain in the dry eye sockets.Yi Mo was silent, stood up and left.

Xiao Jing remained silent, following her steps.

·

"Is there any news about Yi'er?" After the morning court, the emperor hurried all the way back in court clothes. When he stepped into the Qinzheng Hall, he turned away the crowd, and hurriedly asked the respectful man in the hall.

He Yun handed over a note to Li An, the chief executive of the imperial court, and answered with his head bowed: "Please read it, Your Majesty."

Ling Cheng waved his hand impatiently at Li An, who was cautiously handing over the note, and then asked He Yun: "What do you know, just say it." This man has always been cautious. In addition to the security of the palace, it is also responsible for reporting the current situation outside the palace.Ling Sheng knew that he had seen it beforehand every time, but he would pretend not to know anyone who needed to avoid him.

Smart and time-sensitive.This is why there are so many talented people in this big world, but Ling Sheng left He Yun by his side alone.

Unlike some people, they are not smart, let alone current affairs.Ling Cheng's eyes flashed sharply, and he intuited that what He Yun reported had something to do with the idiot he didn't like.

A prophecy.

He Yun replied in a deep voice: "A letter from outside the palace, Master Xiao went out of the city and did not return all night."

Li An, who was on the side, keenly heard the crisp sound of joints, and his back tensed in fright.

"Go down." The emperor's voice was as cold as ice.

"My minister retire."

"The slave retire."

Calmness and submissiveness disappeared one after another outside the closed thick golden lacquered door.

In the palace, the young emperor got up angrily, drew his sword sideways, and leaped into the air, with killing intent in his eyes.

·

The empress's wedding was held as scheduled.

The emperor practiced benevolence and righteousness, performed benevolent government, amnesty the world, and celebrated together.

It goes without saying that the emperor's wedding and the conferring ceremony are honorable and joyful.

None of this has anything to do with the General's Mansion.Rumor has it that General Mo was ill, so he specially handed over a request for leave to the Ministry of Officials.Looking at the General's Mansion again, the gates are closed tightly, no visitors are allowed, it is deserted and quiet, and all the festivities and bustle of the capital are isolated from the outside.

Yi Mo spoke less and less, and lived according to the routine of the barracks every day, practicing boxing and sword dancing, and studying the art of war.

It seems that a few walls and a few doors really cut off the joy and warmth of the street.

She wished so.

Xiao Jingyi broke the habit of going out for a walk, and no longer thought about Xingrensu from the pastry shop in the market, and stayed with her at ease.

She practiced martial arts in the courtyard, she leaned on the porch to watch or play with flowers and plants; or she studied in the study, she took a nap or greedily ate some candied fruits.

Life is the same.

But some people have some things, no matter how upset and unwilling they are, they will eventually lose their temper due to reality, and turn from unwillingness to willful indifference.

·

Just after the ugly time, the lights in the scholar's mansion are bleary, exaggerating the vast galaxy above it.Sima Zi was aroused by a group of female trainees who had moved into the mansion a few days ago, and not long after, he was sitting in front of the dressing table, closing his eyes and resting his mind, letting the people behind him repeat.

The ears are noisy, and the heart can't be quiet.

For those who are accustomed to silence, the cumbersome procedures before the ceremony, coupled with the endless "explaining and persuasion", are really hard to endure.

No matter how festive or grand it is, it is just a routine.There is no point in looking forward to joy.

Sima Zi slowly opened his eyes, looking around at the people and scenery in the bronze mirror, his eyes were full of alienation.

Flowers in the mirror and moon in the water, a big dream in the world, I can't figure out how much I care about it.

Unconsciously retracting his hands into his sleeves, he clenched a piece of something, and his heart suddenly tightened.

She hadn't fulfilled her duties yet, so she couldn't be so depressed.

·

The door was pushed open suddenly, and the busy people in the room all looked back in astonishment.

Sima Zi froze on the spot just by tilting his head.

The rest of the people bent down to salute one after another, and said in unison, "I have seen you, Mr. Scholar".

The middle-aged man in a pale gown entered with his hands behind his back, nodded slightly, glanced at everyone, and said with a calm expression, "My lords have worked hard for days, and the old man has ordered some thin tea in the front hall. Please take a break and let my father and daughter A few words."

Several leading female officers exchanged glances and bowed their heads to leave.

"What are you doing?" As soon as the door was closed, Sima Zi hurriedly stood up to stop the man who was striding forward.

Sima Xiao raised his hand and lightly tapped the girl's weak shoulders, his eyes fell on Zheng Hongxi's robe, "How are you?"

Sima Zi stiffened his back, and after thinking about it, he said: "Zi'er is not filial, Uncle Lao is worried."

"You girl, you still see each other like this with your own mother-in-law." Sima Xiao shook his head helplessly, "Your mother is also like this, since she was a child she acted coquettishly and frolicked with her family members, but with outsiders, she behaved in a well-behaved manner, wishing she could stay away from each other... ..."

He didn't hear the following for a while, turned his gaze to the mirror, and saw the man behind him lost in memory, Sima Zi said lightly: "Uncle and siblings are Zi'er's closest relatives."

Thinking about the life experience of the person in front of him, Sima Xiao lowered his eyes and choked up his sobs, leaned over and took out the mahogany comb from the dowry, took a step back, and combed the girl's long hair like a waterfall.

The pain in his heart was silently stirred up, Sima Zi couldn't bear it, and lowered his eyes sadly, at this moment, he heard the words of nostalgia like memories behind him.