sunset fever

Meeting Chen Bizhen on the road, Yan Xiu wanted to give away the things he had prepared in advance, in order to repay the precious chicken blood pearl that day.

"Zhao Beak." He called softly.

Zhao Beak took a dark red soft cloth bag from his sleeve, and handed it to Yan Xiu, Yan Xiu touched the stove with his palms together, raised his face, and said, "It's a good thing you packed it, otherwise I would have to make a special trip."

Therefore, Jianfang came forward to pick it up, checked the contents of the bag on behalf of Chen Bichen, took it out and handed it to him.

"You embroidered it?" Chen Bizhen asked.

Yan Xiudao: "It was given to me by the best embroiderer in Fushan Prefecture. I added some herbs to it. It can be used as a sachet and to repel insects. I used all the best silk threads, and I also wore Chunqi Mountain's silk thread." Cuiyu is a new thing, after all you are not short of gold and silver."

The weather was so cold that Chen Bizhen was standing in front of the hall until his knuckles were red from the cold. He stroked the embroidered pouch with his stiff right hand, handed it to Jianfang, and said, "Thank you, Lord Yan, for your kindness. Please keep it for yourself." let's go."

The wind blew into the sleeves of the cloak, Yan Xiu said: "That's all."

No one is willing to be angry, Chen Bizhen suddenly walked away with a cold face, Yan Xiu snatched the embroidered pouch from Jianfang from Zhao Yu's hand, threw it into the center of a small lake not far away with all his strength.

It floated on the water like a bright red leaf.

"I'll go fish it," said Zhao Beak.

Yan Xiu smiled, turned around and said, "I shouldn't have hated it, but the embroidered lady is already dead."

"I know what your lord took out is a valuable thing." Zhao Beak moved closer and said again, "I'll go into the water to fish it."

"No, a worthless possession, the bottom of the lake in Chongcheng, is also a good place for it."

Chen Bizhen walked away, kicked the short grass at his feet, and sighed: "It's just someone else's property, why should I accept such frivolity."

Jianfang asked: "Your Majesty really won't allow him to leave? I think he doesn't want to be here."

"I don't understand. Fushan is remote and humid, so where is Yangjing?"

"But it was his home."

Chen Bizhen raised his head, looked at the darker and darker zenith, and said, "Not everyone has a family. I didn't know what a family is since I was a child, so I lived a very good life."

After lunch, half of the day passed in a hurry. Zhong Huashu was resting in Yuekuo Palace. Chen Yiyi took a book and knelt down in front of her to read. Chen Bizhen was about to leave. Two drops of rain fell.

Zhong Qingming came with wet hair, he held an umbrella for Chen Bizhen, and said halfway: "I saw Master Yan at that time, he threw something into the lake, and after he left, I sent someone to fish it, and then I found out It's an embroidered bag filled with spices."

A piece of wet cloth, with colorful kites embroidered on it, and a piece of green jade hanging on it.

"It's their embroidery method in the south."

"Take it away." Chen Bizhen just glanced at it.

The rain gradually increased, and the weather was cold and damp. Chen Bichen really felt cold. He reached out and grabbed Zhong Qingming's umbrella, and said, "Let's go with Jianfang. I'm going to the Queen's Palace."

Naturally, Qu Yao didn't know that Chen Bizhen was coming, she was surprised when she saw that he didn't bring any servants or attendants, she held tea at the table and said: "Don't move around in rainy days."

"I should have lived here."

"You know that too," Qu Yao hurriedly replied, "I'm not feeling well."

"That shouldn't be...not once."

Chen Bizhen is usually more dignified, but he never wants to care about things that should be close to him. He can handle things reasonably, but today, Qu Yao feels that he is a little different.

Qu Yao said: "Look, it's just past lunch, it's still early, if you want dinner, I don't have anything prepared here."

"Queen." It was probably cold, Chen Bizhen spoke, his voice was trembling, he stretched out his hand, and covered Qu Yao's hand.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Qu Yao was startled, her body stiffened.

Chen Bizhen didn't say anything, he got up and went in, entered the bedroom, he took off the dark yellow bed curtain, said: "Take a break, your place is warm and quiet."

Therefore, Qu Yao sent a room to burn a charcoal basin in the room, and changed into an extremely thick goose down quilt. She guarded Chen Bizhen and let him sleep in her bed for a long time.

Qu Yao silently recited the Buddhist scriptures on the paper, and listened to the rain by the window. She huddled her feet on the couch, a little dazed.

Only then did I realize that I and Chen Bizhen didn't know each other at all, and hadn't talked about anything close to each other, so it was difficult to really stay together like a husband and wife, and we didn't even know each other very well.

A room was not far away, and they stood upright.

"Go and have a look in the kitchen." Qu Yao whispered.

Yishi bowed his knees and obeyed, and left in response. Qu Yao heard the sound of the clothes being rubbed on the bed, got up and went, opened a gap in the bed curtain, and asked: "Are you awake?"

"I feel a little tight in my chest."

"Then send someone to invite Master Yan?"

"No need."

Qu Yao didn't listen, she turned around, called a servant, and said: "You go to the Imperial Medical Office, please come to Huaiqing Palace, Lord Yan, come immediately."

Chen Bichen got up already, he climbed onto the couch in his pajamas, opened a gap in the window, and the cold wind and rain poured in immediately.

"You are still stubborn when you are sick, you really are not ordinary." Qu Yao said bluntly.

Chen Bizhen didn't answer her words, just sat down on the couch. He looked at the flickering candle lamp in front of the table, and felt that his whole body was going to be burnt. Qu Yao put her hand on his forehead and said, "It's really hot, it's indeed sick."

When Yan Xiu arrived, it was already dark, and Chen Bizhen couldn't eat anything, so the kitchen cooked meat porridge and brought it, Qu Yao called "Master Yan" and said: "Your Majesty was blown by the wind, I asked you to come and have a look. "

A thick and sweet female fragrance was lit in the bedroom, so it was a bit choking, Chen Bizhen wrapped a thin blanket on the couch, closed his eyes and rested.

"I thought His Highness wanted to see a doctor." Yan Xiu said.

Qu Yao was also dressed thinly, and everything in front of her now looked like clouds and rain. After that, a room came over with a cloak and put it on Qu Yao. Qu Yao also explained: "It is said that it is chest tightness. Today I came to sleep with you. For a long time, half of the servants were not brought."

"Perhaps it was blown at the ceremony today." Yan Xiu stood in front of the bed and said.

Chen Bizhen opened his eyes. He realized that it was Yan Xiu, so he consciously raised his wrist. Without smiling, he stretched out his other hand and called, "Queen."

Qu Yao stepped forward and said, "Just explain it to Mr. Yan carefully."

"You stay with me."

Qu Yao didn't know what to do, thinking that he was a patient, she had some understanding, so she went to sit in front of the couch, and asked Chen Bizhen to sit up, and grabbed his hot hand.

"Caught a cold, it's not a serious problem, just take some soup and medicine and you'll be fine."

"What happened today," Chen Bizhen raised his eyes suddenly, his bright black eyes were burning red, and he said, "I was reckless."

His voice was still so astringent, as if he was eating a green orange, and it was pleasant to hear, but now he is a little hoarse. Yan Xiu never thought of accepting such an apology. He immediately panicked, pretending to be calm, and said: "You Think about it before doing things, and it won’t hurt others’ hearts.”

Chen Bizhen put a smile on his lips and nodded.

Qu Yao also laughed, she raised her face, held back for a while, and then said: "Master Yan disciplines you, just like a teacher disciplines children."

"Your Majesty is indeed a child."

Yan Xiu was about to leave, he went to the outside room and called Zhao Beak, but Qu Yao wanted to leave the two of them to have a snack, that is, after serving tea, a few servants waited on the outside room, and lit more lamps.

Chen Bizhen came over after putting on his clothes, his cheeks were still flushed from the heat, so he also sat down.

"Go get the medicine after you've finished eating," Yan Xiu told Zhao Beak.

Zhao Yu left because of this, and took Qu Yao's servants with him, Chen Bizhen got forgiveness, so he stopped being sullen, took a few sips of porridge, and said: "I called a car, and I will take you to your house today .”

"What car?" Yan Xiu asked.

"The palace carriage."

Yan Xiu was blowing his tea, and when he raised his eyes again, he saw Chen Bizhen was smiling, so he couldn't hold back, and smiled too.

Put away the laugh again.

Yan Xiu gritted his teeth and said, "In such a dark and rainy day, there is no need for the coachman to run around."

"No." Chen Bizhen said.

The streamer of candles with the color of snow covered everything with light yellow paint. Qu Yao came to the outside room and sat down too. She drank the chicken soup from the room and said: "There is not much meat today, Master Yan, do you want to eat it?" got used to it?"

"It's okay, I eat lightly every day in Fushan."

"Don't be cautious, if you want to be held up in private, sitting alone and others standing, then I'm going to die now."

Qu Yao is quick-witted and quick-witted, and when she recovers, she laughs a lot. She wants to leave, but she has to live, so there are not many complaints on her face.

Chen Bizhen coughed, looked at her, and said in a low voice, "Don't say these things outside."

"I'm willing to say it, the honor and inferiority in your heart are only in your heart."

At first glance, they looked like husband and wife.

Yan Xiu drank tea and didn't want to eat the porridge in the bowl next to him. His pain was only about the past that was hard to mention, including the Yan Mansion in Yangjing that year and that day, and the shredded pork porridge that he only ate after private education.

After a while, a servant came in and said Mr. Zhong was here.

Zhong Qingming wore a moon white gown around his breasts and a water lily silver head crown. He bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the sedan chair has arrived, and the carriage for Mr. Yan has also arrived."

At this time, only a few drops of rain remained.

Zhong Qingming dried the embroidered pouch, and the green jade was also there, it was completely new, he handed it to Yan Xiu, Yan Xiu took it and thanked her.

"Lord Yan, I'll treat you to tea some other day." Chen Bizhen was still burning, but at this moment he regained his energy and shouted loudly beside the sedan chair.

Yan Xiu was about to drive to the other side, he turned back and said, "The most important thing is to take good care of yourself, Your Majesty, don't jump up and down, don't wear too thin clothes, and don't walk around alone without the guards."

"Understood," Chen Bizhen said loudly, he exhaled again in the cold wind, and said again very softly, "Understood."

Horses and chariots are galloping, water is splashing from low-lying places, and there are always countless palace lanterns in Chongcheng. This imperial city in all directions is also a piece of day embedded in the night.

I didn't go to Chengshao Mountain that day, but the search for medicine couldn't be delayed, so Zhao Beak took a hoe and shovel to go there at dusk when he had nothing to do.

It is September, some trees are yellow, some trees are still green, near the maple forest is Shaoshan, it is in a corner of Chongcheng, not a wide area, there are many trees growing, and there are a few steep hills. The hillside; because he was afraid that it would be difficult to go back after dark, he also took the lantern with him.

Zhao Yu was wearing a water-blue jacket with wide sleeves. When he walked deep into the mountain, he saw a narrow stream with a crisp sound of water. This place was not populated by people, but it was not the real wilderness where people came to reclaim wasteland. There are also some handkerchiefs and other things that people use.

It's probably a good place to meet people you can't see.

When the sky darkened, Zhao Zuo realized that there was half a moon in the sky, and he looked at the white stars.

Zhao Yu felt that the lanterns in Chongcheng could illuminate the mountain even slightly. He was young, with a clear face, a pair of round eyes with water, and a bun on the top of his head.

At another place at the foot of the mountain, the weeds were about half the height of a person. Zhao Yu stepped forward and suddenly stepped on something hard and cold. He leaned over to pick it up, guessing who was stealing the leftover jewelry and tiara here. .

The wind and the grass moved, and the breath of the martial arts practitioners was more even and quieter. Zhao Zuo thought he had encountered a ghost. He picked up the silver-blue water-patterned crown, stood up straight, and his legs were trembling.

Under the faint moonlight, the man stretched his bow to the full, and his white clothes were entwined into a misty mist in the wind.

The arrow was black and bright, pointing at Zhao Yu's heart.

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