big week

Standing up in draped clothes, her black hair was in a mess, and she didn't call anyone, leaning against the window alone, watching the snow that had stopped.

But outside Xiaoyao Hall, on the snowy ground, there was a man kneeling, dressed in a sky-blue robe, holding a Guqin in his hand, kneeling in the snow, shivering.

I pushed open the gate of the Xiaoyao Hall, and the servants were awakened and came to take care of them one after another. They have always disliked being served by many people. Even old slaves are not allowed to stay in the hall when I am asleep.

However, it was my habit that caused people kneeling in the snow to be discovered now.

;"Ji Ran?" I never thought that after leaving yesterday, he would come the next day, or in this way.

He looked up at me, a faint smile melted from the corner of his lips, but he had no blood at all, his breath was weak, and he looked like he was going to faint at any time.

;"Old slave, ask someone to invite the imperial physician to help him into the ear chamber and change his clothes."

I frowned, displeased in my heart, so I had to give this order, what he said so clearly yesterday, why is he still humiliating himself like this today?

An hour later, when Ji Ran appeared in front of me again, he had already changed his clothes, embraced the stove, and sat opposite.

The imperial doctor said that it was fortunate that he had been frozen in the snow for a while, but Ji Ran's body was afraid that he would have a fever at night. I asked the old slave to send him back to the palace to rest, but he refused.The old slave couldn't resist him, had nothing to do with him, and cared about his health, so he had to report back to me.

Watching his thin lips drink ginger soup, I sighed and sighed at this child in my heart.

"Early in the morning, what happened?" I didn't give him much face.

;"Grandpa Huang, Ji Ran has figured it out. Since all karma cannot be abandoned, then Ji Ran should live and join the world. It's just that Ji Ran doesn't understand one thing, and he wants to ask Grandpa Huang." Ji Ran looked at me with eyes wide open. Write with anticipation.

Different from Xiaoge's eyes, these are a pair of eyes full of poignancy, with an indescribably quiet taste of lilac.

"You say it is." He pushed the new ivory bead bracelet in his hand one by one, and it has been pushed around.My heart is not quiet, and I can only push the beads to get rid of the clamoring heart.

;"Heaven is ordered by people, everyone has their own home, where is my home?"

I looked at him and waved to the old slave.Ask the old slave to remove the tea bowl, leaving the two of us empty.

I stretched out my index finger and pointed to his heart. He looked down at his heart in puzzlement, slightly dazed, and the look of his eyes lost even more.I said slowly; "Besides Buddhism and Confucianism, what else do you like, that's all your home."

Prosperity lies in the destiny, and the destiny is the return, I pushed the ivory beads and thought silently in my heart.

I pushed and touched the ivory beads in my hands, but I couldn't help them.And me, Tingke, and Xiaoge, isn't it the same?

If it wasn't for Xiaoge being recognized as the emperor by me, I'm afraid I would have told him what I wanted, but just because I recognized him, he would have never had the chance to do what he wanted since he was a child.

Sure enough, in this world, fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and gains and losses depend on each other.

"The grandson's health is not up to par." Ji Ran bit his lower lip, which was already thin and cold, and his eyes were full of sadness.

"Then study medicine. You must have taken a lot of medicine. Naturally, you are better at medicine than others. Studying medicine to save people is also in line with your Buddhism." I replied.

He looked at me, and suddenly smiled quietly, such a dazzling smile, like a future flower blooming on the other side, beautiful but not real.

"Grandpa Huang, Ji Ran is very happy. Ji Ran wants to play the piano, Grandpa Huang can listen to it, okay?" He looked at me with tears in his eyes, and the hand holding the piano trembled slightly, with a humble tone in his tone request.

I didn't really like music at first, and the only thing I enjoyed in my life was a flute and a flute. Although I understand the rhythm of the guqin, I always feel that such things are too daughter-in-law, so I have never liked them.

I wanted to refuse, but seeing his expectant look, I couldn't bear to hurt him, so I nodded in acquiescence.

He sits on the piano, with a slender body, slender fingers, twisting threads and wiping silk, smiling slightly, the sound of the piano is flowing, and the pulse is long, circling, lingering in dreams.

But what he played was an old ballad; the flowers were deep in the floor, and the curtains were half-rolled and the east wind was soft.Spring returns to Cuimo, Pingsha velvet is tender, and weeping poplars are golden.The flowers are urged late in the day, the rain in the light cloud pavilion is slightly cold and warm.I hate the world of Fangfei. If tourists don't reward them, they all give to Ying, Ying and Yan.Lonely, relying on lofty thoughts, go to the south tower and return to the wild goose.The gold hairpin fights the grass, the green silk rein in the horse, the wind and the clouds disperse...

The song was over, and I was about to say something, but I heard a voice from outside; "When did the father love the piano, there is such a good luthier in the father's palace?"

Ting Ke sat down beside him, glanced at Ji Ran, and continued on his own; "Which music workshop doesn't look like a palace actor?"

"Son Ji Ran, I have met my father." Ji Ran saluted Ting Ke.

This child really has no status in Ting Ke's heart, even though he won the second place in the upper study room, even if he is his emperor's son, but he doesn't know him, he has never paid attention to him.

Not being remembered by my father as the prince, I looked at Ji Ran and immediately understood why, as the grandfather of the emperor, even if I cared about him a little bit, why did he lose the stubbornness of being born in his heart.

He just needs attention, because no matter how much he expects, no one pays attention to him, so he can only comfort himself silently, he is the only one who has abandoned everyone and seen through everyone's mind, and he is the only one who is detached.

"Ji Ran, you've grown up so much. I have something to discuss with your grandpa, so go back." Ting Ke couldn't think of it for a while, but he didn't want to be embarrassed, so he had to fool around, and his tone was obviously a little cold.

I watched Ji Ran leave with his qin in his arms, with the traces of him stepping on the snow alone, quietly, as if the sound of the qin just now, the person just now, was just a dream.

; "Why are you here today?"

; "I have something to discuss with my father."

;"you say."

;"General Tan Jian's youngest son, Tan Zui, is 11 years old. I want to make him a general. What do you think, Father?"

;"Isn't it because I'm afraid that the Tan family will grow up, why even the little baby wants to be banned now." I was puzzled in my heart, but I just said that.

"It was just a guess in the past. I have never liked martial arts, and I didn't get close to Tan Jian. The last time I took Ji Shu to General Tan's mansion, I found out that he is very good. So, my minister, don't worry." Ting Ke smiled, and said it with a shy look.

;"Let's put it aside for a while. After all, an 11-year-old child has been named a general of Zhonglang, and he has made an eye-opening discussion." Although I like Tan Yi, being named a general of Zhonglang is no different from being hugged by a three-year-old child. Jin Yushi is always a joke.

"By the way, the queen also mentioned one more thing, and I also want to ask my father. Ji Shu is already thirteen, and it is the age to be engaged. The queen has taken a fancy to the eldest daughter of the right minister, what does my father think?"

The daughter of the right minister's family, Su Yunqu really tried her best to consolidate Ji Shu's crown prince, and wanted the right minister's loyal support. Only in-laws are the most secure, but she Su Yunqu was wrong, even if I promised Yes, Ting Ke agreed, her son may not be willing.

; "Your Prime Minister's family education is very good, their daughter must be good." I replied.

I just gambled that Du Jishu would never marry the right minister's daughter, and would never follow Su Yunqu's wishes.

; "Father also thinks it's good, so my son will start to do it?"

;"You have to ask the prince yourself, I have never felt sorry for you about the relationship between children, you should also ask Ji Shu what he means."

; "Well, my son knows."

Ting Ke walked out of the Xiaoyao Palace, but I called the old slave to change my robes. I hadn't finished washing up in the morning, and I just dealt with these trivial matters with my clothes loose, and I was always helpless.

The old slave helped me set up the golden crown, and squatted down to adjust the hem of the robe. He lowered his head and said, "The old slave thinks that the emperor is too biased and tired. The prince has already discussed which daughter to marry before he was thirteen." , Mr. Ji Ran is already fourteen years old, and he didn't mention it while standing in front of him."

"You, I'm still biased. There are so many slaves, and I only trust you. Your nonsense is forcing me to not trust you in the future." Although I said this to the old slave, I understood what the old slave said It's not bad at all. Compared with Ji Shu, Ji Ran is the age that should be engaged.

Thinking of this, there was another party planning in his heart, and he gestured to Xiaoyao Hall, and a man in a royal blue robe appeared beside him, waiting for orders with his hands down.

I whispered an order, he withdrew from the Xiaoyao Palace, what I had planned in my heart, whether it will succeed or not depends on the result of his doing it.

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It’s finally the winter vacation, and I’m trying to finish it before the new year~