Dream Hua Embers Records

It was a sunny day, a rare spring weather, the sun shone into the house through the window paper, steaming the whole house warm.

But Yan Yin was still hugging the quilt, holding a large porcelain bottle full of water in her hand, she seemed to be shivering, as if she had just entered the house in the cold weather and hadn't warmed up yet.

Qing Bo and Yan Yin have been together for a long time, and he also found that Yan Yin's health is indeed very poor, and it's not like the prince said, pretending to be sick in order to avoid joining the army.But I couldn't tell that Yan Yin had any obvious problems such as headache, fever, sweating and diarrhea. He just endured it, and he knew that he was uncomfortable at first glance, but he didn't know where he was uncomfortable. When he asked him, he didn't say anything.

"Mr. Sanlang, what's wrong with your body, tell this old slave, so that this old slave can go and talk to the prince."

"Didn't Father say that I'm faking sickness? You just treat me as faking sickness..." Yan Yin's tone was a little angry, and her thin lips were pouting.The color of the lips was a faint pink, which was set off by the brand-new blue satin jacket, which was slightly purple.The jacket was just made, it was very thick, and it looked swollen. Wearing it on Yan Yin's body, she seemed to be a few years younger out of thin air.

"My lord has never said that, Mr. Sanlang, you have misunderstood your lord. It's just that you have been refusing to say what the symptoms and name of this disease are. Naturally, your lord can't figure it out. Let alone your lord, it's the old slave who gets along with Mr. Sanlang day and night. , I am also confused in my heart, knowing that Mr. Sanlang is not feeling well, but I don’t know why, isn’t this making people anxious!”

Hearing Uncle Qing's sincere words, Yan Yin stopped being awkward, and softly uttered two words, "Kidney deficiency."

"Kidney deficiency?" Uncle Qing had never heard of such a disease, so he couldn't figure it out, so he asked again, "What is the symptom of kidney deficiency? Where is the discomfort? Is it a headache? A pain in the heart? Or a stomachache?"

"Backache." Yan Yin seemed a little impatient.

Qingbo laughed together, "Mr. Sanlang doesn't usually do rough work with his hands on his shoulders. How could he have a backache? Could it be that he was injured while riding a horse and hunting?"

Yan Yin smiled helplessly and shook her head, "I didn't say it, you let me say it, and you didn't understand it...you couldn't understand a sentence or two... how much one person hurts, and the other person is completely hurt. I can't understand it, no matter how much this person says, he can't understand it, just like...a man will never understand the pain of a woman's childbirth..." After finishing speaking, Yan Yin sighed softly.

Uncle Qing was a little shy, bent his knees halfway, and asked softly, "The sun is very good today. Would you like to sit in the courtyard? The old slave thought, no matter what the disease is, it is always good to be grounded and bask in the sun." Yes, it's better to be bored in this room."

Yan Yin smiled, "That makes sense, okay, let's go out to draw in the yard today!"

So, when Yan Qihao stepped into the gate of the courtyard, he saw such a scene.

The floor was covered with a yellow and blue carpet with Kui dragon patterns, and there was a book table on it. Yan Yin was leaning behind the book table, painting with brushstrokes.

There is an incense burner on the left corner of the case, and the curling green smoke is thicker than ordinary incense. The faint dipterol and musk are sandwiched with the fragrance of tea. After sniffing carefully, Yan Qihao knew it. It was Yan Yin who broke up the little dragons and used them as spices.

There is a vase of flowers in the right corner of the case, but it is not actually a flower, it is just a sprig of Yuanbao maple, two sprigs of red Polygonum, and a bunch of asparagus.The yellow maple leaves, the purple-red Polygonum flowers and the bright red asparagus fruits, against the backdrop of a piece of green leaves, are really beautiful. It is just the most ordinary bunch of grass, but in Yan Yin's hands, it is not inferior to the flowers.Yan Qihao took a closer look, and saw that the vase was exactly the small bottle of the Ru Kiln's rain-over azure. The bottle was very small and looked top-heavy, but the layers of branches and leaves on it could keep the bottle stable and not fall, which is extremely It's impossible, although Yan Qihao doesn't know the boudoir skill of flower arranging, but he also knows that this bouquet of flowers is quite accomplished.

In the open space in front of the carpet, a handful of corn was sprinkled, attracting a group of sparrows to chirp and scramble to peck at it.

Yan Yin's left elbow rested on the table, resting her chin, twisting her body, with her back to the door, the new blue satin clothes set off the crescent moon-like cheeks, as if glowing faintly.

Yan Yin's jet-black long hair seemed to have just been washed, so it was loose like that, and tied up with a burnt-out silk near the end of the hair. The light silk was two feet wide and more than ten feet long. Spread out like a skirt, the peach-red pattern of falling flowers and flowing water on it, the scorching and eye-catching eyes, made the young man more beautiful and charming, indistinguishable between male and female.

Seeing this scene, Yan Qihao couldn't help but get angry again.Originally, he wanted to lock Yan Yin in this desolate small courtyard and grind his extravagant temperament, but he didn't expect that this child can still put on such extravagant ostentation when he has almost nothing.The more Yan Qihao thought about it, the angrier he became, and he strode over.

Yan Yin's right hand hangs her wrist and sinks her elbow, she draws very seriously, she doesn't notice that someone is approaching at all.

"Playing things and losing ambition!" Yan Qihao grabbed the drawing paper, tore it up three times, and threw it on the ground.The pecking sparrows fled in all directions, leaving only the sparrows with their heads in different places on the drawing paper all over the floor.

Yan Yin was startled, and stood there in a daze, as if she didn't understand what happened for a while.

Yan Qihao kicked up and overturned the table, but Yan Yin jumped on it, tightly grasped the porcelain bottle in her hand, and stuffed it into the front of her chest.

"You are here to shut yourself up and think about your mistakes, not to have fun in different ways!" Yan Qihao scolded angrily.

"What's wrong with me? I've been thinking about it for so many days, but I still can't figure it out. Please tell me clearly." Yan Yin said lightly.

"You don't respect your father's order, isn't it a fault?"

"I don't know how to ride and shoot, how can I join the army? What's the difference between my father's order to force me to do something I can't do and force me to die?" Yan Yin's tone was still flat.

"Okay! Don't you know how to ride and shoot? I'll teach you now!" Yan Qihao grabbed Yan Yin's skirt and was about to drag her to the stable.

The front of the clothes was pulled apart by Yan Qihao, Yan Yin hurriedly reached into her arms, and tightly grasped the porcelain bottle.

"Take it out!" Yan Qihao shouted.

Yan Yin shook her head.

"Give it to me!" Yan Qihao spread his hands and raised his voice.

"Why...why are you not allowed to stay with me for anything I like? Are you so unwilling to see me happy?" Yan Yin hissed.

After hearing this, Yan Qihao let go of his hand slowly, turned his head and said to Xie De who was following him, "Let's fight! Don't talk nonsense with him."

Only then did Yan Yin see Xie De behind Yan Qihao and the board in Xie De's hand.

"Hehe..." Yan Yin sneered, "It turns out that they came to beat me in the first place, so why bother to find these reasons? I just knelt here and thought about it, don't tell me you don't want to beat me, Father?"

Yan Qihao was furious when he heard the words, and wanted to hit him with his palm, but was stopped by Xie De, "My lord, please calm down and leave it to your subordinates."

Yan Qihao flicked his sleeves angrily, and sat down on the stone pier next to him, panting heavily.

Over there, Yan Yin was lying on the carpet without saying a word, but her back was slightly arched, as if she was afraid of crushing the bottle in her arms.

The author has something to say: There is indeed a lot of spices mixed in the Xiaolong Tuan

The flowering period of the red Polygonum is not right, but it can also be explained that the flowering period of one or two branches is delayed or something