sunset fever

Even though dinner was eaten at dusk, later at night, Mo Xia made rose hawthorn honey tea and some snacks. She wore a light yellow dress, and handed the mahogany plate to the maid behind her, and then called her out.

It is a plate of almond bergamot, a plate of roasted peanuts with salt, a plate of sticky walnuts, and a plate of moxa; Yan Xiu is under the lamp, writing a letter on a light yellow gold-sprinkled paper, and Sanyin is rubbing ink beside him.

"The tea is still hot. It's getting cold outside, and the night is the coldest." The dark tea was poured into a small cup, and Mo Xia used a small saucer to hand the tea to Yan Xiu's table. She glanced at Yan Xiu He didn't look at the letter paper under his hand, and said, "I brought some fresh snacks."

Yan Xiu said, "I'll finish writing the letter first."

"My lord, I heard from the street that Concubine Hui is about to be beheaded after taking forbidden medicine. Is it true?" Mo Xia put down the teacup and stood next to Yan Xiu holding the plate, looking at the table The cover of "Qi Min Yao Shu".

"There is a matter."

"Why can't she think about it... She can live comfortably in Chongcheng for decades."

Yan Xiu was silent, listening carefully to Mo Xia's words. Suddenly, he raised his face, his long hair was hanging down his back, and today he was tied with a long dark blue ribbon.

He said: "Some people died of hunger, cold and sickness, while others died in the center of stately wealth."

Shanyin immediately added something, he felt that the ink in the inkstone was touched enough, so he took the scissors from the side, cut the bent candle wick, and said: "My lord can always think of something different."

"That's right, I feel the most comfortable staying in the Taolang Pavilion." Mo Xia reached out to touch the book she had been reading for a long time, agreeing.

Yan Xiu is a person who has no airs at all. He didn't order the maids much at home. The other helpers were all the guys who worked in the pharmacy. He drank the cup of tea brought by Mo Xia and said, "I will definitely wait I can't stop, I have to go."

The letter was full of neat and beautiful regular script characters. Yan Xiu folded it and put it in a random book on the table when it was completely dry. He, Mo Xia and Shan Yin walked to the round table, added a lamp, sat down Down.

"Even in the same country, Fushan and Yangjing are different. It is not cold in all seasons, and it often rains and is humid. I have raised two pairs of larks, two magpie robins, three redheads, and a nest Pigeon." Yan Xiu placed his hands casually on the table, Mo Xia was peeling off the gray-yellow salt-fried peanuts, and piled the nuts on a thin white porcelain plate, and Shan Yin pushed the plate to Yan Xiu's eyes .

"My lord, you can raise them here too." Mo Xia pointed outside.

The three sat around the table, not really planning to chat, Shanyin immediately said: "If you have nothing to do, go to Xishi to have a look, there are some people raising birds over there, buy a few pairs, and put some in the backyard." Nice cage."

"But I always have to leave." Yan Xiu squeezed the peanuts on the plate, he drank tea, and said, "There is nothing to do here, I will go back when I am done with the palace."

Mo Xia asked: "Does your lord have a wife in Fushan?"

"I can't say more." Yan Xiu pretended to be joking and replied, drank the tea, and handed it to Shanyin for another cup, his smile floated in his eyes calmly, and then disappeared.

Yan Xiu didn't know where to send the letter, he could only put those words on hold according to his current mood, he wrote just now: Qin Se often said, the mandarin bird has not returned, this book is linked with Jiang He Bai Ri for half a year.

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The emperor's dormitory is in a quiet part of the Suihua Palace. The front and back of the house are guarded by elite soldiers all the year round. When the late emperor was here, he also slept here, so many strange and fresh objects were left behind.

The Lord of Xikong just came here yesterday, and this time he brought a plaything made of yellow wood, with more than a dozen round beads jingling and flying inside, Chen Bi wore a white silk and gold flowered robe, half leaning on the soft couch , he put the yellow wooden toy in front of him, and pinched the feathers of a pheasant to tease a petite gray and white wild cat.

The servant hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, this is a wild one. Let's go and get it. It's so dirty, it's a wild one."

Chen Bizhen slightly raised his eyelids, he was a little dazed, he yawned, and said, "I'd like to have this."

As he spoke, Chen Bizhen lay down, and the cat followed suit, covering them together with a golden satin eiderdown quilt.

Sleeping so hard that the sky was not lit, the burning spices wafted soft smoke in the stove, the servant guarding outside yawned leisurely, covered his mouth again, and cleared his throat in a low voice.

There are so many such gloomy days in autumn.

In front of the eaves, a yellow candle lamp was set up, and the shadows of the overcast clouds were too dark to catch on the top of the head. At dusk, Chen Bichen finally had enough sleep. His black-haired head was resting on the pillow, slowly inhaling and exhaling, Hold the cat's face and kiss it directly.

Chen Bizhen let out a deep voice: "What time is it?"

"Return to Your Majesty, after You hour," the servant took the cat he handed over, stroked it on his small arm, and then replied, "Your Majesty, the Master Attendant Yan is here, waiting outside."

Sitting on the couch, Chen Bizhen stroked his hair, put his wrist on his raised knee, and asked, "When did you come?"

"It's not too late, it's been standing for a long time."

"Tell him, I won't wash up anymore, just have dinner here."

The gray-white cat returned to Chen Bizhen's hand again. He rubbed the tip of his nose against the little thing, lifted the quilt again, sat down on the edge of the couch, and whispered to himself: "My dear, can you get up late tomorrow... um?"

Yan Xiu was attracted by Jian Fang, and then Jian Fang and the two servants withdrew, leaving only one personal attendant here, Yan Xiu bowed and said: "See Your Majesty."

"You don't come here on weekdays. The illness of the Empress and Empress Dowager keeps you busy. These days have been hard." Chen Bizhen still couldn't let go of the cat. He rubbed the little guy's soft fur with his palm, and raised his clear and slightly erect eyes. , looked at Yan Xiu, and smiled secretly.

He was majestic, Yan Xiu also looked at him defensively, and replied: "Today I came to inquire about Concubine Hui."

"Beheaded according to national law, why do you have doubts?"

Yan Xiu replied, "It's nothing more than a hallucinogenic substance that paralyzes people. It doesn't matter if it's a banned drug, it's not a crime worthy of death."

The cat suddenly yelled twice, and there was a strong smell of incense in the room. Chen Bizhen immediately suppressed his smile, and said slowly: "The law of the country is a golden branch of jade. If you come to plead for Concubine Hui today, you will have to do so tomorrow." More people begged for mercy."

"I don't want to worry too much about whether others are really wronged. There is only one reason for coming today. If I hadn't told Concubine Hui what she ate that day, she wouldn't have died because of forbidden drugs."

Yan Xiu wore the light gray cloak with colored thread, rusty smoke and cloud pattern when he came from Fushan, and the house has not been confiscated, and the quilts are piled up on the couch.

Yan Xiu was irritable and ashamed, but his expression remained unchanged, he didn't wait for a rebuttal immediately.

Chen Bizhen was silent for a while, then rubbed the cat against his chest, rubbed it, and said, "The Empress Dowager has prepared a reward for you, and I will ask someone to send it to your residence some other day to reward you for the investigation and punishment of banned drugs."

"I never saved my life for this reason. I have no right to argue whether the laws of the country are reasonable. Today I only plead for the life of Concubine Hui. I was born to be a doctor, and I don't want anyone to die by my hands; besides, the Hall of Morning and Night is in Chongcheng." , her life will not hinder anyone."

Yan Xiu gritted his teeth secretly, he hated the easy killing he saw here so much, but he seemed unable to describe Chen Bichen's pain, whether Yan Xiu felt sorry for the royal chef who died unjustly that day, or pleaded for Mei Suman, In reality, however, it's not all about that.

Chen Bizhen didn't care about one or two lives, and he had no reason to care.

The young emperor was only holding his kitten on the couch, if you look at it from his demeanor, he is naturally composed and aloof; Yan Xiu blinked his eyes lightly, and he slowly exhaled the pent up breath in his heart .

"Master Attendant stay for dinner." Chen Bichen stretched out his feet, and someone put on short boots for him, he walked up to Yan Xiu and looked at him.

Yan Xiu said: "Today is the anniversary of the death of a relative at home, I will be busy when I return home."

There were many ripples in the cold lake water, Yan Xiu didn't make up the reason at random, he met a man in plain robe on the way outside Chongcheng, he had a gentle face, combed a high crown, Get off the sedan chair.

The servant saluted him and called him "Eight Princes".

The children of the royal family have their own reputation. The eighth prince is over forty years old but has no wife. He is still young and handsome, his eyes are like a crescent moon, and he is fascinated. Someone from Shantou?"

"I'm going to lose my face."

"Your Majesty, Chen Xun (shè) Xun, I heard that His Majesty obtained a miracle doctor from Fushan, and I am honored to meet you today."

Yan Xiu said: "I have never seen Yangjing in Fushan all the year round, and I don't know what Chongcheng is really like, but I heard the poem of the prince, 'The red mud is frosty and the wind falls to the ground, and the river is full of ice and snow'."

Chen Yuxun laughed heartily a few times and asked him, "Are you coming from the Suihua Palace?"

"Yes, I discussed with His Majesty about Concubine Hui's suicide that day. After all, I rescued her that day." Yan Xiu felt that there was no need to avoid talking about Concubine Hui. He was different from many people in the palace. , not happy to cover up.

Naturally, there was a sense of sadness in the words, only to hear Chen Yuxun sigh and said: "The law will not be merciful, and life must die."

"Fate must die." Yan Xiu stood in the brightly lit night, and after he finished speaking, he nodded with Chen Yuxun, then said goodbye, and left on the road illuminated by the fire.

On this day, Chen Bizhen was reading ancient Chinese in the study of Suihua Palace. He heard that the Queen Mother couldn't stand the colder weather, so he sent someone to get new long-staple cotton.

It was rainy and dark, and the servant moved two more candle lamps. Chen Bizhen asked, "When will Qin Jiang arrive?"

As she was talking, she saw someone being led by the servants, pushing the door open and coming in. She was wearing a dark tunic dress, knelt down, and said, "Qin Jiang sees Your Majesty."

"Pingshen," Chen Bizhen put the book in his hand aside, leaned halfway, and said, "I will go hunting in the stone mountain someday, and you can practice medicine with you."

Qin Jiang raised her eyes, she was always indifferent, and immediately replied: "I am preparing new medicine for autumn wind and cold with all the deputy envoys, and I am afraid that we will not be able to accompany you."

"For the time being, the new medicine will be handed over to Bi Chongfeng himself. You don't have to worry about it anymore. Go back and prepare it. We will leave in about two days."

"Yes."

After a brief silence, Qin Jiang knelt and replied.

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