Wearing a pheromone to become a fool

They stood at the crossroads, the red walls and yellow tiles reflected the autumn sunlight, which almost dazzled their eyes and made them dizzy.

Feng He's internal injuries are not complete, he tried his best to suppress his cough, and said in a deep voice: "Two people form a team and search in different directions. All the gates of the palace will strengthen inspections, and we must stop Wansui from leaving the palace."

"Look for it! Look for them all!" Yi Dongpo's tears and sweat were mixed together, his old face was stained, he pulled Chunlai and said, "You immediately call all the servants on duty, and you must find Long Live."

"Godfather, don't worry!" Chun Lai stroked his chest vigorously, helping him to exhale the stale air from his chest.

Wei Yansi didn't want to get rid of them at all, she was just depressed, she hurried forward with her head buried in her head, thinking of a quiet place to calm her mind.

My mind is elsewhere, my feet have no direction, and I look up again, and I have arrived at the gate of the Hall of Martial Arts.

I still remember the first time I came to this place. It was the day of the Wanshou Banquet. The fever made her feel unbearable. She had no choice but to let Yi Dongpo find a thin horse outside the palace and hide it in the Hall of Martial Heroes. Qu Jinying.

Since then, she has never been here again, and she is still unfamiliar with everything inside.

Yi Dongpo once mentioned to her that when the Supreme Emperor was not in charge, Princess Duanyang was in charge of the government, and Wuying Hall was the place where Princess Duanyang handled the government.

She lifted her foot in by accident, and what she saw was a winding path paved with fine gravel, with green and thin bamboos planted densely on both sides, and the bamboo leaves were slender and intertwined into pieces, blocking the sunlight above her head and casting a large shade .

If it is midsummer, this is a good place to go.

Relying on his memory, Wei Yansi went deep, and saw a pavilion as he wished, and turning out the path was the Hall of Martial Arts.

The palace is majestic and magnificent, and under the warm sun, it has a beautiful brilliance.

As the saying goes, things are different and people are different. Wei Yansi thought that the servants who cleaned the residence would be lazy, and the Hall of Martial Arts would appear to be old and in disrepair. On the contrary, the bamboo shade was covered, the stone paths were quiet, and even the air was better than other places. Fresher.

Everything in her eyes seemed to have some kind of magical power, which made her calm and calm, and the bitterness accumulated in her chest dissipated in an instant as if blown by the wind.

After walking for too long, the soles of my feet ached. It was convenient for me to sit in the gazebo. Before I knew it, I fell asleep on the stone table and dreamed.

In the dream there was a woman named Ah Si.

Wei Yansi had dreamed of her, with her pale face, soft eyebrows and eyes, especially a pair of eyes, so gentle that water dripped out.It is Princess Duanyang.

In the dream, they were in a small room, the doors and windows were closed, the light was dim, and the air was filled with a strong smell of medicine.

The eldest princess was lying on the bed, coughing uncontrollably, and waved to her when she had coughed enough, and said lovingly, "A Si, come to mother."

And she herself was sitting in front of the dressing table, playing with a small bronze mirror. The person in the mirror was a small one, about three or four years old, with a round face and a rattle in her fleshy hand.Hearing the eldest princess' call, she obediently slid off the stool and came to the bed.

The milky voice said softly, "Mother, are you feeling better?"

"Good boy, mother is much better," the eldest princess pressed her cold palm to her face, "Go and ask Brother Feng He to come in."

"Okay." She let go of her feet and started running, shaking the rattle while running, very carefree, ran to the yard, and called Feng He, who was practicing horse stance, to her brother.

Feng He still looks childish, looks like a half-grown boy, wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, bends down and hugs her.

She suddenly became as tall as Feng He, and playfully grabbed Feng He's ear: "Mother calls you."

Feng He let her fall to the ground: "Brother, come as soon as you go, don't run around, just play in the yard."

She shook the rattle twice as a response, but sneaked up to Feng He, put her little feet on her feet, struggled to pull on the window sill, and looked into the room.

Feng He half-kneeled beside the bed, holding the hand of the eldest princess, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"I will take good care of my sister."

"You take her...to Yanjing."

"..."

"He'er, Hao Ming will escort you, you have to be good, you know."

"...I hate you."

"I miss you too."

"I don't want to go anywhere, I just stay here with you."

"Good boy, I don't have much time. Take your sister back to Yanjing, and Bian Bian will take good care of you for me."

Feng He sobbed violently: "...I remember, mother, you can rest assured."

"Tell Bianyuan for me... I hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will surely live up to your love."

"Mother!"

Tears flowed all over Feng He's cheeks, Wei Yansi's heart throbbed, she trembled violently, and woke up with a start.

She covered her aching heart, laughed at herself that she could dream after taking a nap, and carefully recalled the details of the dream.

The eldest princess, the young Fenghe, Hao Ming, Bianbian...

She whispered, remembering that Bian Bian was her mother's boudoir name.

And that rattle, very familiar, if I remember correctly, the Supreme Emperor has exactly the same one.The Supreme Emperor likes this drum very much, every time she greets her, she sees him playing with it in his hand, it looks like something precious.

It seems that every dream is the original owner's own memory, and the things in the dream have actually happened.

It's just that the original owner was too young at that time, and his memories were scattered and fragmented, making it difficult to link them together.

Wei Yansi pondered hard, his head couldn't hold back, and it was hurting again.

He said to himself, I don't know how long I slept, my whole body felt weak, and my head was dizzy, it must be because I slept too much and hurt my spirit.

So she stretched herself out, walked slowly to the backyard, opened the dwarf tree branches that blocked her eyes, tilted her head, and saw her mother, swinging on a swing alone.

Wei Yansi's black and white eyes were instantly filled with surprise.

Think of the phrase "I hope that the king's heart is like mine, and I will never disappoint lovesickness".

I belatedly thought, could it be that the Queen Mother had an affair with Princess Duanyang?

Shocked by this thought, she stood there in a daze, completely unable to move her hands and feet.

"Emperor?" The queen mother noticed her and got up from the swing, "What are you doing stupidly, come here, come to the queen mother."

When the Empress Dowager said this, her tone and demeanor were exactly the same as that of Princess Duanyang, and there was a smile between her brows and eyes, erratic, seemingly absent.

Wei Yansi's slack gaze slowly focused on the queen mother: "Mother queen."

The queen mother walked up to her, put her hand on her forehead, and tested her body temperature: "You look so bad, are you uncomfortable?"

"...I dreamed of Princess Duanyang." Wei Yansi said without reason.

The conversation started suddenly, the Queen Mother didn't expect it, the movement of withdrawing her hand froze in the air, her thin shoulders trembled.

"Aijia also... often dreams of her."

"She called you Lingwan in her dream."

"..."

"Before I died, I was thinking of you—"

"Prince! The queen mother is tired and has to go back." The queen mother turned around quickly, hiding the sorrow that was about to rush out.

Wei Yansi called her to stop.

"During this trip to Yuzhou, the emperor met Hao Ming, can the queen mother tell the emperor about him?"

The empress dowager's bitterness lingered in her voice: "...the eldest princess was kind to him, that's all."