Yuanzhong poultry

Contrary to Yu Bai's expectation, this trip went smoothly.It was quiet outside the hall, there were no swords drawn as he imagined, and there were no guards waiting in full force, or imperial physicians passing by quickly. The door of the hall was slightly closed, and when Li Dehai walked out, he seemed to be waiting for him deliberately.

Li Dehai bowed and said: "Your Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time, Young Master Yu will come with this old slave."

The palace rules are strict, no noise is allowed, the old people in the palace walk quietly, Li Dehai's steps are slow, stepping slowly on the sandalwood floor, it seems that this road seems to have no end .Yu Bai followed behind, and every time he took a step, the anxiety in his heart increased.

Li Dehai brought him to the inner room of Qian'an Hall, offered him a cup of tea, but did not mention Zhao Jun at all.Even though the taste of playing hard to get was too obvious, Yu Bai finally couldn't hold back: "Eunuch Li, Your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty has just taken the medicine, and Mr. Yu may disturb His Majesty's sleep in the past now." Li Dehai said in a business-like manner, "Your Majesty asked the old slave to hand this over to the Young Master."

It was an ordinary-looking wooden box.When Yu Bai took it, he thought for a moment that it was the makeup box that Zhao Jun used to paint his eyebrows and temples.

It's just that there is no rouge and gouache in the wooden box, let alone snail cream and lipstick. There is only a sachet quietly placed, and a letter is pressed under the sachet.Yu Bai took it, and his heart beat suddenly.

At the moment when he received the letter, he thought it would be written by Zhao Jun—whether it was a love letter or a will, in his heart Zhao Jun would always spare no effort to appear in front of him, or even if it was Now, he is not sure that the word "dying" will really have something to do with Zhao Jun.

In fact, he felt that Zhao Jun's secret illness was the bait for him to come here, so the appearance of this letter here seemed to be more mysterious.

Until he saw the words on the envelope.

——"My brother personally sent it. Yu Wan sent it."

The hairpin flower in lower script is clear and beautiful, it looks like it was written by her daughter's family, and it is extremely familiar to Yu Bai.

The owner of the handwriting is a gentle young woman, often wearing a green dress, obviously only one year older than Yu Bai, but she can teach the young Yu Bai to read and write.

When holding the letter, Yu Bai was a little confused, as if he had been waiting for this letter for a long time.

From the Northwest desert full of yellow sand, to the splendid city of Chang'an, from the freezing winter to the peach-blossoming spring, I finally got this handwritten letter.The arrival of handwriting also dispelled those looming doubts.

...He didn't know that this was a handwritten letter that shouldn't have existed.

"The situation in the past two years has been turbulent, and the communication between the north and the south is inconvenient. Not many people know about Mr. Yu's entry into Beijing with His Majesty, so it is really impossible to contact the northwest." Li Dehai coughed softly, breaking the suffocating silence, "Yu Missy's letter has been on the road for a while, and it only arrived recently."

As for the sachet... Li Dehai rolled up his sleeves and said no more.He bowed in salute, lowered his eyebrows and said pleasingly: "The old servant will go down first, His Majesty has ordered that you just leave after reading the letter."

"Eunuch Li wait a moment, this sachet..."

Yu Bai blurted out, but fell silent immediately.

He doesn't know embroidery skills, but he can see the roughness of this sachet, it is definitely not from the hands of the embroiderer in the palace.Then it's...

"My lord, just do what you want." Li Dehai shook his head, and slowly stepped back and walked out.

The night wind blew, and the lights became dimmer.Yu Bai realized that the window was not closed, so he got up to close the window, and saw the thick clouds in the sky, burying the moon in it.

No wonder it's so dark tonight, Yu Bai thought.

Behind the screen is the inner room, Yu Bai quietly watched the golden dragon rising out of the clouds on the screen, and knew that Zhao Jun was sleeping behind it.

It's all here, you have to go and see it.When Yu Bai pushed aside the screen and walked towards that person, he suddenly felt that every step was extremely familiar.

There are many curtains that block the man tightly, unless it is lifted, it is difficult to see the real face.Yu Bai pinched the corner of the curtain with his fingertips, but he didn't dare to open it.

To him, death is no stranger, even so familiar to him that he is a little dull.The biological mother who died of illness, the soldiers who died in battle, struggled and howled, cursed and scolded, the sword pierced the throat and heart and lungs, and the poison that sealed the throat with blood and took people's lives.

These, he has seen and experienced in the past 19 years.

He knew that Zhao Jun would not die so easily - no one would allow such a thing to happen, but in many cases emotions are often stronger than reason.Yu Bai was shocked by the thought of "death", and almost subconsciously lifted the curtain.

The cold wind pried open the window at some point, and was involved in the coldness. In the flickering candlelight, Yu Bai panicked for no reason, his heart beating like a drum.In the flickering candlelight, he finally saw the description on the couch clearly.

... The bedding is neat and empty.

At the same time, a strange sound came from behind him, approaching him step by step.Yu Bai hurriedly turned his head, before he had time to see the man's face clearly, he was held by the waist, spinning around, and was held under his body by someone who came.

There was a mixture of light and darkness, and the two entangled shadows disappeared under the moonlight together.At this moment, the cold wind in the hallway finally blew out the candles, and the room was completely dark for a while, and the country and mountains were silent.

The author says:

Behind the curtain, is it Zhao Jun who is lying? 乛v乛?

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The number of words in this chapter is a bit short, and there will be another chapter tomorrow~