sunset fever

Mei Ji Po De Fang Li Fu Shan

Yan Ziluo was ordered to enter Chongcheng

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Fushan is hot in July, and the rain falls on the top of the gray umbrella, turning into transparent round flowers.

The wind suddenly picked up.

Going south after passing the West Market, you have to walk along two narrow lanes to find Yan's residence.

The rain became more and more majestic, the wooden door was clasped by the knuckles, the backs of fingers and hands were soaked in the spray, Mei Jibo had big black eyes flying horizontally, she smiled unreservedly, her expression was full of heroism, her back On the top is a sword with a blue handle, and a bunch of jet-black hair is tied high, and it hangs down smoothly.

Behind the rain curtain, half of a timid little face was revealed in the crack of the door. She held up a half-worn paper umbrella and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Looking for beauty."

"Not here," Xiao Tanqing was wearing a plain hairpin and a blue-gray coarse cloth dress. She blinked her thin eyelids, and after a while, she suddenly smiled and said, "Miss Mei?"

"Yes. I passed by today and saw that the gate of Nanpu Hall was closed. I was planning to leave, but I was a little worried, so I came home...Is he not there?"

"I've been away for half a month, but I don't know where I'm going, and I don't know when I'll be back. My young master is thoughtful, and I thought you would come, so I left you a letter." Only then did Xiao Tanqing fully open the door, and she took two steps back slowly. Said, "Miss Mei, come in and sit down. I boiled Huoxiang, Peilan and mint. You can drink two cups to clear away heat and dampness."

Her voice was a little low, clear and slow when she spoke, like a bird whose throat had been pinched.

The rain became an endless waterline, and it was pattering on the eaves of Mei Jibo's gray umbrella. She shook her head and said, "No need, I'll leave after I take the letter. I'm in a hurry today."

So after a while, Xiao Tanqing came again with a pink and half-worn umbrella. Her thin black hands were full of calluses from hard work, which was different from the scars on Mei Jibo's hands from practicing swords. Not too tall nor too petite, with a pair of bright eyes with a smile.

Mei Jibo took the envelope, took her leave, and left. Her dark gray shirt and skirt were like insoluble ink, carrying a little bit of dust and mud, and disappeared into the relatively wide deep alley.

She got on the ferry at the Shanshui Wharf after the heavy rain, and sat in the cabin with two merchants and a scholar. The letter was not difficult to open. The envelope fell on the muddy bilge, Bo didn't have time to pick it up, so she unfolded the gilded rice paper, but saw the names of dozens of herbs written neatly on it, what kind of prescription should it be.

"Leech, Evodia, Ding Gong vine..." Mei Jibo lowered his voice and read secretly without writing down what it was for.

Her voice was like spring water flowing from the underworld, rustling across the cracks in the stones; the voice of the cargo merchant in the cabin was the thunder that exploded in the deep summer, leaving a thick humming sound.

He chatted with the scholar: "Do you know about the new palace built by the tyrant today?"

"I've heard some from friends, but I don't know if it's true or not. From Yangjing to here, the rumors are not entirely true." The scholar kneaded the yellow, half-wet handkerchief and wiped the mud from his hands.

"The young emperor wastes people's money, how can a big country hand over a breastfeeding boy? In the final analysis, the Empress Dowager Zhong is a disaster."

The scholar threw the dirty handkerchief aside, propped up his foot wearing a single shoe, and said, "Let's not talk about it."

In the darker and darker sky, the ship and people were swaying, Mei Jibo looked at the scholar's bluish and weak face, and after a while, he shifted his gaze to the black and yellow face of the trader beside him.

"What's wrong with the Queen Mother?" she asked.

The merchant gritted his teeth after a short hesitation. He saw the blue-handled sword on Mei Jibo's back, and saw that the woman's clothes were unusual, so he suppressed the anger on his face and replied softly: "I'm talking nonsense. Yes, grassroots people don’t talk about royal affairs indiscriminately.”

Mei Jibo could only remain silent, and turned her face to the hatchway where the light was shining through. She was clutching the unknown prescription in the choking damp smell, and suddenly fell into deep thought.

On the way to the north, I saw green trees gradually thinning around the mountains, and the soil changed from black red to light yellow. Later, there were sandstorms before the heavy rain.

There are not many Laotons. The servant who accompanied Yan Xiu was named Jianfang. He was tall and handsome, with a pair of ruthless thin eyes. He liked to laugh. hairy horse.

This day, the autumn rain was light, and the gentle wind washed the sky into a watery blue. A group of horses and horses entered Rongsumen from Yangjing to the south, passed Changrong Street, and rode on horseback to Sishi. It was scorching hot, and it was obviously the climate of early autumn. On the side of the road, there were still scattered pink flowers on the acacia tree covering the pavilion.

Yan Xiu closed his eyes in the car and remained silent.

He was wearing a light gray cloak with rust and cloud patterns of colored threads, a tuft of black hair on the top of his head, and the ends hung down together with the rest of the blue silk. On his shoulders and back, he looked like soft satin; With Ruifeng eyes, high nose and thin lips, her smile is often like a tired wind, so clear and desolate.

The driving stopped, only to hear Jianfang say outside: "Young Master Yan, the Taolang House is here."

Immediately, two servants stepped forward, one raised the curtain in front of the car, the other put a footstool and stretched out his arms to help him; in front of him was a wide gate, connected to two long white walls, on which the inscription "Lian Su Peach careless" four words.

"This is the mansion of General Liang Zhuan of Xifu during the Chengyuan period." Jianfang held his sword and entered the gate together with Yan Xiu. After that, it was refurbished and repaired, and until now, although it is useless, it has been empty."

"My residence doesn't have to be so luxurious." Yan Xiu was taller than that Jianfang, tall and slender all over, he didn't walk briskly when he walked, looked around a little distance, and smiled.

Jianfang led him past the long corridor with green bamboos, and further inside, there was a hexagonal wall door, a house with high ridges and corners, and in front of the house were scattered peach trees of different heights. It is the season of green leaves and green vines, so there is no trace of pinkness, so it is difficult to feel the so-called "peach laziness".

The white walls and gray tiles are hidden behind the peach grove, and there is a plaque on the door, which says "Autumn Moon".

A servant came from behind, bowed and bowed, and called, "Hi, Mr. Yu Cong, Mr. Yan", and said: "Slave Shanyin, please go to the room, Mr. Yan, to rest and take a bath."

Therefore, Yan Xiu bid farewell to Jianfang for the time being.

The path at the foot is surrounded by smooth and bright milk-colored pebbles. Going all the way to the side yard, I saw a green lotus leaf planted beside the veranda. When the breeze blows and the greenery floats, you can see the real lotus leaf.

The other courtyard is a small building with red windows on the second floor, with the word "Hanjiang" hanging in front of the door.

Shan Yin had mediocre eyebrows and eyes, and a round nose lying on his small face. He walked in front of Yan Xiu, and then opened the door of the building, asking him to go inside. Agarwood was burning inside the room, and the ebony screen was painted with peach trees. Standing by the side was a maid holding a ladle.

She was wearing a light green dress, with double buns on her hair, smiled, and immediately bowed her knees to say hello, and said, "My servant's name is Mo Xia, and I will serve you in the mansion from now on. I have seen Young Master Yan here."

Yan Xiu nodded in response to her, with a smile in his eyes, the two were probably close servants, so they were different from those who were busy in the kitchen yard, and they were dressed fresher and brighter.

Yan Xiu took out a few coins from his purse and said, "Thank you for being here for the first time, I'll wash it myself."

"The servants are waiting outside the door. You can call us in at any time." After Shan Yin finished speaking, he saluted and left. Mo Xia followed behind him and also left.

The room is spacious, and there is a mahogany carved mirror stand by the wall, on which there are combs, small bronze mirrors, etc. There are also several jade or gold hairpins, and there are also face creams and ointments that are tributed by the state.

Inside the cypress bathtub is hot mist of water, with yellow and red rose petals on it, and saponin powder and wood ash are displayed on the side shelf.

Yan Xiu took off the cloak on his body, and then took off the white shirt. He half-lyed in the bathtub, his black hair like a waterfall, covering his bare back.

When the bathing was over, Yan Xiu called Shanyin in. Yan Xiu had already changed into the dark blue long-sleeved robe that was prepared in the house; Intertwined blue and white.

Yan Xiu instructed: "Next time, you don't need to be so extravagant. I was used to being in the poor countryside and mountains when I was a child. I wear ordinary clothes and wear ordinary clothes."

"My lord is honorable, everything here is assigned by the palace, please rest assured, you don't have to feel ashamed." Shan Yin replied, and followed Yan Xiu out, Mo Xia was also waiting outside.

She had a round face, and she was born with beautiful jade decorations. She came up to meet her again and bent her knees, and said with a smile: "Young master, lunch is a little late, and I don't know your taste. The master was invited by His Majesty from the Changxiang Tower. Yes, I made a light soup with Fushan taste, and there are also snacks and meat that people in Yangjing often eat, so you can have a meal here."

Saying that, Shanyin went out, and then came in a few maidservants in pink dresses, holding plates carved with red lacquer in their hands, came forward, put the plates one by one on the round table in the house, and came again He ordered two boys in brown clothes, put down the small stove for roasting venison, and the soup pot with celadon fine flowers.

Mo Xia was the most clever, she was still young, about fourteen or fifteen years old; she sent out the maids and servants, and brought up vegetables, and said, "My lord, please rest assured to eat, those people don't need to watch here. "

"Are you fifteen?"

"It's fifteen."

While talking, Shanyin came back. He was out of breath from running this time, and he let out a long breath in front of the door before he came in. After saluting, he said: "The sedan chair has arrived, and Mr. Jian has already gone back to wait. You are entering the temple from Youxian Gate today." City, followed by the palace guards."

Yan Xiu drank the scallop and winter melon soup served by Mo Xia. He nodded and said, "I came here by order, but I don't know if anyone in the palace is seriously ill. Do you know?"

Shanyin looked at Mo Xia, who also shook his head, and they both answered in unison, "I don't know."

"My pharmacy has been closed for a few days. It's still hot in Fushan, so I'm afraid it's raining." After a while, Yan Xiu finished eating. After rinsing his mouth, he wiped his mouth with the towel Mo Xia brought, and then, Follow Sanyin to the outside of the house.

The sky was still clear, the sun was hanging slantingly, four people came to carry the sedan chair, hung with light crimson curtains, but among the officials, it can be regarded as a grand sight, not to mention that Yan Xiu is only a doctor of medicine.

The streets of Yangjing, Fangshi, are different from those of Fushan. They are wider and grander. The pavilions stand in rows on both sides of the road. There are some pavilions with high roofs and cornices on the water. northern discourse.

The sedan chair went forward from Changrong Street to the end, turned another corner, and went up the small path. After walking for about half an hour, the sedan chair curtain moved slightly, and Yan Xiu looked up and saw a high and wide gray wall On the wall, there is a cornice room with a dark glazed roof, and the three characters "Youxianmen" are engraved on the door opening.

Then, he changed to a soft sedan chair carried by four people, and was led by a servant in brown dark clothes to Chongcheng. Yan Xiu got a folding fan, which was used to shade the sedan chair. It was made of white bamboo fan bones. small words.

Outside a garden surrounded by red flower cages, the servant said: "The crape myrtle is in full bloom. If you have time to rest today, my lord, you can come here."

"Thank you, Eunuch, for taking care of me." As Yan Xiu spoke, the remaining petals of the red flower flew over, whirled and danced wildly, and landed on the face of the person.

Yan Xiu closed his eyes lightly, and used his folding fan to avoid it, the corners of his eyes were red, which was the same color as the flowers.

Then, I walked through dozens of roads and corridors, all the way were Su-style elegant or majestic pavilions. After a long time, the soft sedan finally stopped in front of a hall with the inscription "Huaiqing Palace" written on the door.

The outside of the door was neat and clean, and a lot of flowers and plants trimmed by craftsmen were planted. The servant whispered: "My lord, please get off the sedan chair."

After a while, another servant came and bowed to invite Yan Xiu to come in. Jianfang was waiting for him in the outer room of the palace. The two bowed to each other. Jianfang said: "Your Majesty is waiting, please go inside."

Yan Xiu didn't bow his head lowly here, just the same as when he was outside, he walked slowly and followed the servant inside.

The inner room is a majestic bedroom. When you enter the door, you can see the gold-rimmed and emerald screen in front of the bed, with flowers and birds painted on it, which are four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The maids were all wearing gray-green dark clothes, pink shoes on their feet, and wearing buns, standing around the room, seeing Yan Xiu gone, so they went out a few, leaving only two close-fitting ones by the bed superior.

To the south is a high couch with red lacquer and carved patterns. On the couch is a double-colored silk cushion embroidered with phoenix patterns; there is a man sitting on the couch. Low boots with dragons embroidered in gold thread.

He had a cup of tea in his hand, he didn't ask Yan Xiu what to say, he just lowered his head, took a small breath, and drank well.

Jianfang bowed immediately and said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Yan has arrived."

"You go down first." Chen Bi (bì) sighed (yì) with a low voice, but he was young after all, so the tone of the ending was like a green fruit. He put down the teacup in his hand and raised his eyes casually .

He was seventeen years old, with a pair of deep and slightly erect eyes, two thick black sharp eyebrows on his eyes, and his hair was randomly gathered and tied behind his head.

The female fragrance was naturally burned in the bedroom, so it was too sweet and rich, and the yellow light of the sun shone on Chen Bizhen's back through the wooden pane.

He sat on his knees like that, touching the fan on the couch with one hand.

Yan Xiu bowed his head and said, "My face is Ziluo."

The maid at the side got a chance for Chen Bizhen to speak, she hurried to the bed, bent her knees behind the luggage, and said: "Your Majesty, Your Highness the Queen is awake."

Therefore, Chen Bichen immediately put away his fan. He stood up and said, "Please go to the doctor for a diagnosis and treatment."

The servant led Chen Biying out by the door.

Inside the bed tent is the new Empress Qu Yao who has not been in the palace for a hundred days, this is the first time Yan Xiu sees her, she is still young, dignified and kind-hearted, somewhat heroic.

She stretched out her hands naturally, and the waitress handed over a silk handkerchief, wrapping a thin wrist.

"You don't need to be in a hurry, I'll ask the doctor first." Yan Xiu sat down on the stool beside the bed, he was naturally half-forced, so he didn't have time to think about the reason for the matter before him.

Qu Yao rolled half of the whites of her eyes, panting due to the tightness in her chest, and after a few breaths, she finally said: "Don't save me."

Yan Xiu waited for the maid to go away, and then he went to see Qu Yao. He sat upright again and said, "You are hiding troubles in your heart."

"Don't save me." Qu Yao swallowed the tail of the words into her throat, she finally calmed down the chaotic panting, closed those bright eyes, and fell asleep again.

After Yan Xiu finished listening to the pulse, those maids also came in with silver basins filled with water, and four of them prepared for Qu Yao's next scrubbing.

With the guidance of the servant, Yan Xiu went out from the dormitory to the resting place at the end of the corridor. There was a tall jujube tree growing there. At this time, the branches and leaves were lush, and the red half-dried fruit was produced. Chen Bizhen stood with his hands behind his back, Pointing to the tips of the branches and leaves, he told Jianfang: "There is a bunch growing there."

So Jianfang sent people to chop the fruits together with the branches and leaves, and presented them to Chen Bichen to eat.

Yan Xiu had been standing behind him for a while.

"Master Attendant."

Jianfang and the other servants all saluted with Yan Xiu, and Yan Xiu naturally returned to them; Chen Bizhen threw up the small red fruits, and opened his mouth to pick them up again. After a while, he turned around and asked, "What is the queen's illness?" Isn’t it heavy? You don’t need to cover up when you tell the truth.”

The other servants left after hearing the words, leaving only Jianfang standing under the pavilion at the other end of the corridor, Yan Xiu replied: "She is not infected with any poisonous aura, and probably she is not infected with plague or terminal illness. , It’s a trouble in the heart, asking for nothing, causing anger, and rushing to the heart.”

Chen Bizhen secretly turned a ruby ​​finger on his thumb, he raised his eyes, his gaze was so unsteady, and then he had to ask cautiously: "Is it hopeless?"

"I will prepare Shunqi decoction for her. It can soothe the nerves and dispel the fever, but I can't guarantee that it will be cured...Heart disease needs heart medicine. If you want to protect her, then let her go well."

The young emperor was standing on a pillar, frowning and thinking, so his expression was more stable, Yan Xiu stepped back, and said: "I will return to Fushan soon, I don't need an official salary."

"Everything needs to wait until the Queen's illness is cured. If it can be cured easily, I won't invite you from afar." After Chen Bizhen finished speaking, he called Jianfang's name. When he was about to leave, he told him, "Let them go and get the medicine, so you can go back to your house and rest."

Seeing his refusal, Yan Xiu did not mention the matter for the time being, he bowed again and said: "If it is convenient, I suggest that she go to rest outside the palace and live more freely."

Chen Bizhen obviously stopped in his tracks, but he didn't answer. He was tall and broad shoulders, with a slender waist and a thin waist. After a short silence, he walked out through the corridor with Jianfang and left.

A dozen or so servants dangled behind him.

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