sunset fever

Drinking medicine in the depths and hanging from the beam

Shou Gaoge writes a pen and talks long

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The autumn rain lasted from midnight to early morning, and red crape myrtle flowers fell all over the front yard, like congealed blood.

The dense vegetation is planted here, but it is often left unattended, so it grows crazily when there is plenty of rain in summer. There is even a dusty curtain in front of the hall, and the lower end is stained with rain, mud and dust.

On the plaque in front of the hall, it says "return at night".

There were only two elderly maids here, both of them were wearing patched and dark gray clothes, and they immediately knelt down to salute without asking who was coming.

Yan Xiu walked straight into the hall, he passed through two wide doors, and finally arrived at the deep and cold inner room, where there was a woman lying flat on the couch with a weak breath, she was wearing a floral purple fairy dress , covered with a red silk gown sprinkled with gold thread, and a golden crane crown on his head.

Zhao Beak next to her stretched out his hand to touch her nose, and then said, "It's still alive, nothing serious."

This place is remote, and the palace still looks simple and simple. The black roof is combined with the brown wood, and it is huddled in a corner deep in Chongcheng. Mei Suman is still beautiful after [-] years of age, but time and loneliness make her wither quickly. lost.

Yan Xiu went to check the red marks on her neck, took the ginseng slices from Zhao Yu's hand, and stuffed them into Mei Suman's mouth. She was breathing shallowly and eagerly, and suddenly opened her eyes slightly, looking at the palace room scatteredly. inner top.

"Concubine Tai, please respond to me." Zhao Yu grabbed Mei Suman's arm, leaned close, and said.

Yan Xiu just went to check his pulse. At this time, a brightly dressed young maid came, she greeted respectfully, and said: "Master Yan, His Royal Highness the Queen Mother has arrived, please go to the courtyard for questioning."

While saying this, Zhao Yu had already put the first-aid pill into Mei Suman's mouth; Yan Xiu went to the courtyard with the maid, and the Empress Dowager Zhong in front of her was probably in a hurry, so she didn't dress up solemnly, she just dressed Wearing a white red silk jacquard deep dress with a cream skirt underneath, she stood under the tree, stepping on the rotten petals on the ground.

"Your Highness," Yan Xiu only saluted in this way, and said, "The concubine was rescued in time, so she is only a little comatose, but in my opinion, she must have taken hallucinogenic drugs before she hung the beam."

Zhong Huashu raised her eyebrows lightly, and Yu De Yaxun followed, going to the palace, she said to Yan Xiu: "No one in this country manufactures and sells those forbidden medicines."

When the wind blew again, with cold and damp water vapor, Zhong Huashu looked around the furnishings in the hall, and couldn't help but take a closer look at the old ornaments that were covered with dust on the shelf in front of the table. She asked the waitress here: "Why don't Cleaning up?"

"Returning to Your Highness, the concubine does not allow her servants to touch these things, not only here, but also in the dormitory."

Zhong Huashu reached out to caress a red sand pot on the table, she said: "Ya Xun, call the people from outside to come in and search this palace to see if there are any forbidden drugs."

She blew away the fine ash stained on her fingers, and took the veil from the waitress; when she entered, someone had already settled the vines in the bed, and the place was at the bottom of the mountain, so it was a bit damp, Zhong Huashu rested temporarily on the couch and didn't say much.

After a while, someone came to report that the young servant Mei Suman found a medicine box under the bed, which contained white powder, and when opened, there was a fragrant and bitter smell.

"Rongshen powder..." Zhong Huashu glanced at the medicine, covered his mouth and nose, turned his face,

After a while, Yan Xiu handed the prescription to Zhao Yu, and he stood in front of the desk in the study, rolled up the rough paper and put it back in place.

There is no one else in this house.

No one has paid attention to it for some years, so the room exudes a damp smell that cannot be ignored. Yan Xiu stood there, flipping through an ancient book on divination and arithmetic in his hand, and asked, "Is it really a forbidden drug?"

"I've tried it, and it's indeed the psychedelic 'Rongshen San'. The Shangyao Bureau hid two coins the year before last for us to use as medicine. I've seen and smelled it."

"Eating once is a capital offense... This law is really strict." Yan Xiu suddenly felt that he had gotten into trouble, and he pursed his lips, unable to say anything more.

Zhong Huashu was probably in the courtyard, and she was instructing her servants to say goodbye to her in the wind, "Hurry up to Yaotai, and invite Mei Suman's family to come to Yangjing."

"My lord Yan," Zhao Yu said with a low sigh, "it might be a good thing that she left. If she lives in desperation in Chongcheng, it's all fate. Look at this place, it's remote and dilapidated. Queen Mother His Highness always takes care of her, and even ordered Mr. Qin to send some tonic soup and tea in midsummer and early winter, but she is always depressed."

Yan Xiu looked expressionlessly at an old unicorn bronze tripod by the window, and said, "I still have to think twice."

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

Zhao Yu didn't stop talking, he was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "I heard last night that the chef who cooked the 'old chicken roasted deer tendon' that day has been put in prison, and he will be executed on a certain day. Said that they have already pleaded guilty and were arrested..."

"Why did he poison?"

"I don't know, maybe it wasn't him who poisoned, but we can't find it. It's true that the person who cooks should bear the blame, otherwise what can be done."

Yan Xiu took two steps away, he was about to leave, he looked at the scattered and dirty gauze curtains in front of the hall, and said softly: "Zhao Beak, don't talk to others about these words, so as not to be caught by others .”

It didn't take a few days for the fast horse to go from Yaotai to Yangjing. Mei Chengchu did not bring any relatives with him on this trip. In the burden.

It was by chance that she met Mei Jibo, she was walking on the newly built flower building next to Changrong Street, and she probably wanted to see the glowing Lishui Lake in the distance, when she suddenly leaned out half of her body in such a cool and unrestrained manner, and pointed at the horse on the horse. Mei Chengchu shouted: "Father!"

The woman's skirt was red, and her smooth black hair was tied straight up. She still had a blue-handled sword on her back. She pursed her lips and smiled again, saying, "Father, why did you come to Yangjing?"

With the kung fu acquired since childhood, coupled with his extraordinary talent, Mei Jibo made a somersault, jumped off the stairs, landed behind Mei Chengchu, and shared a mount with him.

"Your aunt, Concubine Hui, violated the laws of the country and is about to be executed. I am here to see her off."

"I forgot there was such a person."

"Of course you don't remember. You probably met once. You were born by your mother in the year she entered the palace. Later, she returned to her hometown once. That's the only time."

"I haven't seen you for a long time," Mei Jibo sighed in a low voice as he thought about it, "I'll say goodbye..."

Mei Chengchu is holding the rein with his hands, his wrists are pulsing muscles, he has a handsome face, an elegant temperament, and a pair of bright eyes; on the way from Yaotai to here, his face is full of tiredness, and there are still piles of pimples on his cheeks. Unfinished stubble.

He suddenly called: "Aji."

"father."

"Have you played enough? This time I will come back to Yaotai with you. You are not young. You should calm down and marry someone you like again. If you don't want to leave your parents, you can invite relatives into your family. I agree."

Mei Jibo's eyes are full of tall trees and pavilions on the long street, autumn leaves and flowers, and the light yellow sun shines down, shining warmly on people's eyelids.

She hesitated and said, "I don't, I'm used to traveling and don't want to get married."

"Let's not talk about the marriage, but you have been away for so long, you don't want to go back to Yaotai to visit your mother? Your younger brother has grown a lot, and he misses you too."

A swaying horse's body is not a good place to talk, Mei Jibo suddenly held her breath, she almost bit the tip of her tongue on an uneven path, so she hurriedly hugged her father's waist, and then replied: "I want to come, It's time for me to have some free time... This time I will go to see my aunt with you, and then we will go back to Yaotai together."

The guards sent by Zhong Huashu led the way. Mei Chengchu didn't even go to the inn to refresh and rest. Two servants came to lead the way, and a group of people came to Jinyou.

The dirty curtain in front of the Chenxi Hall was removed, and even the crape myrtle planted by Mei Jibo disappeared, and now there is only a hastily cut and rough cut exposed in the soil.

The courtyard has been cleaned, it is too cold and clean.

There were about ten guards standing in two rows. Mei Chengchu saw the maid waiting in front of the hall, and went with her into the hall.

Wenwan, calligraphy and paintings were still kept, and the long-lasting damp smell lingered, Mei Chengchu bowed to the guards in the hall, and then entered the house.

Mei Jibo was sitting on the dusty couch, she propped up one foot to protect herself from dirt, she was really thinking about the brand new clothes, on the low stool near the bed was the cold medicinal soup in a gray pottery bowl.

The light of the setting sun turned orange and came from the wide open window behind Mei Jibo. She was sitting so unruly, when she turned her head, she saw a pair of thin feet poking out from the bed curtain. , They were hidden under the pale white, two empty trouser legs.

Autumn was really cool, and at dusk there was a bright but bleak sun. Mei Jibo looked at the older beauty, her plain face and long hair, and she was kneeling on the ground in front of Mei Chengchu's feet with an indifferent expression.

Yan Xiu took Qu Yao's pulse as usual on this day. He wore a dark blue coat with golden silk and silk, and walked across the gravel road beside the Canghua Garden. The yellow light of the sun in the distance filled the lake, like someone Throw in a handful of crushed gold.

Dozens of clusters of colorful petunia grow along the lake in the red sand pots, and the blue hydrangea has withered long ago, leaving only dense, pointed green leaves growing on both sides of the steps.

The woman's skirt was red, and beside her was a man in a gray satin gown with stitches, and behind her were domestic servants and palace servants.

"It's people from outside Chongcheng. I heard that the concubine's family will come in the past two days. Could it be them?" Zhao Yu was still clutching the mahogany box containing silver needles and utensils.

Yan Xiu looked straight over there, the lake was neither wide nor narrow, just at the distance where people's faces could be seen clearly, flowers, branches and trees were growing on the shore, Mei Jibo turned his face away.

"Mei Suman, Mei Jibo, the surname is Mei..." Yan Xiu read in a low voice, almost inaudible to others, with no expression on his face, just maintaining a look of surprise and bewilderment.

The woman was also looking here, she seemed to recognize Yan Xiu, but she didn't seem to recognize her, she looked like a passer-by, neither sad nor happy, just swaying her narrow sleeves like that, looking from the other side of the lake Walked casually in the corridor.

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