Homecoming Ballad (GL)

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Rou Ke stood where she was, without any intention of helping her.

Tang Ci's fingers resting on the wheelchair trembled slightly, lowered his head, and silently turned the wheel with his hands to roll forward without saying a word.In order for her to practice walking on weekdays, the sundries in the courtyard have been cleaned up, and the bluestone board is neat and stable. She walks all the way until three short steps stand at her feet, like a mountain that is difficult to climb and insurmountable. in sight.

There was a slight movement in his throat, but he was still silent behind him. Tang Ci closed his eyes fiercely, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably, and struggled for a long time. , his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.He calmed down, stood up slowly with both hands supporting the armrests of the wheelchair, without the aid of a wooden stick and without Rou Ke's support, the support point at this moment was on his right foot, and the moment he stood up, his right leg throbbed with tingling pain like needle pricks , clenched her lower lip and tried her best to ignore the familiar feeling that was enough to remind her of the severe pain when she was tortured.

A level of steps is like a layer of thorny wooden planks. The moment the left foot that was desperately stepping out fell to the ground, it became weak, and even the right foot collapsed to the side. There was nothing to rely on around. Tangci had already given up the useless struggle. , just waiting for himself to fall firmly to the ground.

Rou Ke has been watching behind her, and seeing her fall, she hastily stepped forward to hug her, her brows and eyes full of worry: "Ah Yue..."

Suddenly falling into the embrace of the fragrant fragrance, but full of shame was born from the bottom of his heart, Tang Ci was like a restless little beast trying to break free from the sauntering hunter, blushing and shouting angrily: "Let me go! Don't you just want to see my jokes? Let me go, I'll let you see enough!"

Rou Ke hugged her tightly, not daring to relax even half of her strength, what caught her eyes was her forehead covered with beads of sweat, and her gloomy expression that was completely different from the past, she was a little hand, but her head was covered with bruises and urgently needed others The little hand that comforts and cares, but it is also a little hand that urgently needs to get rid of the shadows and nightmares in his heart and boldly rush to the dense forests in the mountains.

Suffering from pain and illness, Tang Ci lost a lot of weight. Rou Ke hugged her waist and hugged her with great ease. Ignoring her scolding and clamoring, she carried her directly into the wing room, and carefully placed her on the bed.

"You think I want to see your jokes?"

Rou Ke's tone was somewhat self-deprecating, somewhat annoyed, and somewhat guilty, Tang Ci lay on the bed, biting her lower lip tightly, willing to be a mute.

After a while, Rou Ke's expression returned to calm, and she sat on the edge of the bed and took off her boots and socks, and began to massage and knead her, using the soothing technique she learned from the doctor of the imperial hospital, three times a day, Half an hour at a time, never interrupted, and never felt tired, it was sweet.

A sudden gust of wind blew in, Tangci squeezed the quilt and covered her legs with a corner, and said coldly to her: "What effort are you wasting, you will only be a useless person in the future..."

Rou Ke has always been calm and self-controlled, but now she is so angry that her eyes are red and her chest is heaving up and down: "Shut up----! What kind of waste is not waste, I don't allow you to say that about yourself!"

"You don't want to listen, and I don't want to do it either." Tang Ci hooked the corners of his mouth, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips, "But the fact is that, I can't even stand up well, isn't it just a useless person?"

Rou Ke heard the words, but smiled lightly: "What did you say, you couldn't stand up well when you were a child, could it be that you have been a useless person since then?"

"That was when I was a child, how can a toddler compare to now?"

After only entering the house, what Tang Ci said was worth the sum of the previous two days, Rou Ke felt a little joy in her heart, and calmed down a little bit of anger, and said in a soft voice: "Just now you saw in the courtyard ---- You walked ten steps on the first day, and eleven steps on the second day. On the third day, I didn't help you, and I snatched the wooden stick you relied on. You still walked five steps by yourself. Six steps. The nine-story platform starts from the pile of soil, and the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Day after day, if things go on like this, why not walk as before?"

"One or two more steps a day, I may not be able to walk out of Xindu City in a year, how is this different from a waste person?"

"Why do you want to leave Xindu City? You can take care of yourself enough for basic necessities, or—" Rou Ke smiled suddenly, with a hint of teasing in her eyes, "You are worried that I will suppress you in the future. Under me? I'll let you do it."

From a person like Rou Ke, it is easier to arouse people's emotions when uttering blunt and frivolous words, Tang Cishu suddenly blushed, turned his face away and said firmly: "You don't need to let me go."

"Okay, I won't let you." Rou Ke sat a little closer, pinched her face, leaned over, held her face, kissed her lightly, and said to her, "You were in Liangzhou at that time. , didn’t you feel jealous of sister Hanshan, saying that when you were a toddler, I only cared about teasing Hanshan and ignored you?”

Tang Ci thought for a moment and nodded.

"From today onwards, you walk patiently. You are the only one in my eyes, and I only care about you. Don't be discouraged, okay?"

Rou Ke's eyes are extremely sincere and passionate, and there are tears in them that will not shed. These days, she has always been so worried, afraid that she will always hold her emotions in her heart.Tang Ci blamed himself so much, he turned her head gently, kissed deeply on the tear mole under her eyes, and replied: "Okay, I'll listen to Ah Wei."

Chapter 68

After entering the main palace, Yi Ci trapped herself in the small Buddhist hall all day long, never leaving the gate. Every time Chunhua returned to the palace, she would report to Yici the recent situation of Tang Ci in detail. The master and servant had been together for most of their lives. How could Chunhua not know if Chunhua wanted to hide it from her, but she couldn't figure out how many layers of it she had hidden.However, the emperor seemed to deliberately torture her temper, knowing who she was worried about, he never mentioned it.Even if she asked, the emperor just prevaricated in a few words, and did not give them a chance to reunite with their mother and daughter.

After suffering like this for a month and a half, Yici fell ill, and the emperor immediately called a doctor to come and see him.Yizheng is also a veteran minister, knowing how important Yici is in the emperor's heart, he dare not be careless, he only says that it is a relapse of an old disease, coupled with a disturbed mood, he fears that the medicine will not work in the long run.

When the emperor heard this, he didn't say a word, but waved his hand to order the doctor to withdraw the prescribed decoction.

It was night, the emperor stood by Yici's bed and served the decoction in person, Chunhua was worried, and waited outside the door together with the palace maid who was on duty at night.

The lanterns in the house crackled from time to time, and the candles were brightly lit, burning all night.

The two talked thoroughly all night, and only God knows what they talked about.

The next day at Maozheng, the emperor came out of the house and was served by someone to wash and change his clothes. He gave Li Shunde a few words in the morning and told him to go out of the palace to bring Tangci over to reunite with Yici.

Late winter.

Xindu is covered with snow and silver as usual, the sky and the earth are gray and white, the vermilion palace walls of the imperial city are hidden in the thick snow, and the green and yellow glazed tiles are hidden in the thick snow, intermittently embellished with joyful freshness, hidden in the morning across the river. In the mist, there is a coolness and coolness.

Before and after the court, non-royal clan members were not easily allowed to enter the residence of female relatives without authorization.

Tang Ci has not been to Zhonggong for 13 years.

Zhonggong, however, has not had a master for 13 years.

The house servants who were on duty to clean and serve tea had changed several batches, all of them were young and unfamiliar faces, and they were wrapped in a thick and thick blue-gray jacket, but they were able to move around very freely.

The wooden wheels of the wheelchair made a dull rumbling sound in the long and lonely alleys of the palace, and when they reached the gate of the vermilion palace, Tang Ci slowly withdrew his eyes from the bricks and tiles, and looked up at Rou Ke.

Rou Ke nodded slightly, then pushed the wheelchair forward a few steps, and stopped at the corner.

I don’t know whether it’s due to the soothing meridian and activating massage techniques taught by Yizheng, or to the medicinal food cooked by Rou Ke for Tangci every day, or whether Tangci can’t escape day after day in the courtyard of Tianshui Lane. practice walking.Now, out of the wheelchair, without a cane, without support, the road is smooth, and she can walk a short distance by herself. Although she is a bit slow, her steps are very steady, but she is exhausted.

Tang Ci stepped up the steps, holding the door firmly with her fingers, and Rou Ke guarded behind her as always, never leaving her.