A gust of cool wind blew, and the fallen leaves that had not been swept on the ground rolled and rustled.
Song Pian stood in front of the East Palace and said to 09:
"Don't turn it on."
09 Respond obediently and be honest.
She vaguely realized that before the world reached a stable state, the host had already made a decision, and at this time, she could answer directly without hesitation.
The emperor has passed away, and there are too many things to deal with.
For this original father, Song Piangan had no feelings, but was a little emotional.
Some people become more and more confused as they live, while others suddenly wake up when they get old, and when they look back, they are full of absurdities.
It's not clear which of the two is more tragic, but Song Pianjiao is always alert and does not let himself fall into such a situation.
After the emperor entered the imperial mausoleum, Song Pian sacrificed to the ancestral temple of heaven and earth, stepped on the white jade steps and ascended the throne, becoming the first female emperor of Dali.
She wears black robes and is admired by all people, worshipped by all officials, and congratulated by all dynasties.
It was also from the day Song Piantao ascended the throne, she clearly felt that something was turning on the switch.
This feeling is difficult to describe in words, as if there is an hourglass in her body, and since the day she officially became the empress, the hourglass was turned upside down by an anonymous hand and officially started to time.
Those stars are the vitality of her body.
Before this, her body was only ordinary and delicate. Although she was sick for three days and two heads, she would be fine after taking care of her, and it would not affect her tasks.
- And since she became emperor, she began to weaken.
Song Piantao couldn't sense how much Xingsha still needed to be missed. She only knew that with the passage of time, her body would become weaker and sicker.
The way to leave this world seems to be doomed.
Fortunately, 09 has lowered her pain.
"Pain is reserved for ten percent." Song Pian asked.
09 doesn't quite understand: "Ah? I can directly transfer you to painless."
Song Pian succinctly said:
"I need moderate reservations."
People fear death and seek eternal life.
But death is the last deadline of life.
As we all know, the dead line is the primary productive force. Only when there is an end point can people have a sense of urgency, and only then can they have the motivation to move forward with all their strength, or even to run forward.
The appropriate reservation is to remind Song Piantao—of course, it is also because her life is too easy.
This may be the first time Song Piangao has lived so comfortably in the small world since he lost his memory.
Above the court, under the combined efforts of her and Feng Yuexian, as Feng Yuexian showed, Haiyan Heqing was everywhere the sword edge went.
In the palace, the three children were taught obediently.
He Qiuchan, who has been promoted to concubine, has no intention of clearing the relationship. She knows the importance of having a good relationship with these two women who control Dali. For this reason, if it is not for the difference of seniority, she will have to adopt Song Yingguang to Fengfeng. The month is idle.
Therefore, Song Yingguang lived in Zele Building, which is closer to the East Palace, for half of the time. Over time, Song Yingguang had a resting place next to Song Ruyan's boudoir in Zele Building.
Because there was only one wall, Song Ruyan could sometimes hear Song Yingguang's nightmare.
Of course, Song Yingguang was a princess and was taken care of by a palace attendant, but since Song Ruyan heard about it, she always wanted to take a look.
She took great care of Song Yingguang.
When they arrived in Song Yingguang's room, they saw that the palace servant was cooking Song Yingguang's soothing soup. The bitter and sour taste of the medicine floated in the quiet night. Song Ruyan sniffed and approached the bed.
Song Yingguang sat in the pile of quilts. She had a lot of body shape in the past two years, and she was beginning to show the youthful lines of a girl.
Perhaps because she likes to follow Song Piantai very much, she seems to have acquired Song Piantai's unique quiet and elegant temperament, although it is only a little bit, it has made a girl of this age show her unique charm.
Song Ruyan leaned over and said, "Have you had a nightmare again?"
Song Yingguang's crow hair was scattered on both sides of her slap face, with some sweat-soaked temple hair on her face, she nodded lightly.
"Still won't tell me?"
Song Yingguang pursed her lips and smiled:
"I've told you many times because I remembered being bullied by the Third Emperor when I was a child, but you don't believe it."
Song Ruyan was dumbfounded. She had always trusted Song Yingguang, but in this matter, her intuition often prevented her from completely trusting Song Yingguang's words. Every time she saw Song Yingguang's nightmare, she would always ask a question.
Although Song Yingguang was smiling, her face couldn't hide her paleness. Song Ruyan's hands trembled as she pushed the hair stuck to her face aside for her.
Song Yingguang rubbed her fingertips with her cheek.
Song Ruyan suddenly didn't dare to move, and she had nothing to say:
"Why isn't the Anshen soup ready yet?"
"You came as soon as I had a nightmare, how could the medicine be so fast."
Song Ruyan nodded, a little stunned.
It was as if the spirited and energetic girl who followed Feng Yuexian during the day, turned from a wolf cub to a stupid dog at night, in front of Song Yingguang's bed.
Song Yingguang hooked her toes under the blanket.
She leaned gently into Song Ruyan's arms, resting her head on her shoulder.
Song Ruyan was at a loss for a moment: "You you... Are you dizzy?"
What's going on here? Could it be that Song Yingguang is always by His Majesty's side, and has his body deteriorated
This physique needs to be strengthened, Song Ruyan was worried, with pity in her eyes that she didn't even know.
In a place that Song Ruyan could not see, Song Yingguang's eyes flickered, she gently grabbed the corner of Song Ruyan's clothes, and her voice was like a murmur:
"...I'm still a little scared, lend me a hand."
"Is that so..."
Song Ruyan's throat was a little dry, maybe she was too nervous and overwhelmed. She subconsciously and seriously thought about whether she had any reason to refuse. After thinking about it, it seemed that she didn't, so she could only lend it to Song Yingguang.
After all, the little sisters have a good relationship, and Qingmei Qingmei grew up. What's wrong with relying on it? What's wrong with hugging and hugging.
Song Ruyan felt that there was no cat cake, and even after she figured it out, she quietly adjusted her posture to make Song Yingguang lean more comfortably.
At this time, the two of them are approaching the age of cardamom, and the female emperor's phoenix body is getting worse. The first two years have been better. Starting this year, one of the three days must be bed rest.
Therefore, Madam Ronghua guarded the emperor almost every step of the way. With the acquiescence of the emperor, Madam Ronghua entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Dali now has two masters.
It's not that no one raised objections. Song Pian rectified the administration of officials, but he was not stubborn. He could only listen to the voice of approval. Among the civil servants, there were quite a few ministers who dared to remonstrate.
In this regard, Feng Yuexian sang a black face.
For the talented, it will be derogatory and secretly promoted. Those who cannot move are threatened.
All filth is blocked by her.
Song Pianjiao is the breeze and the moon, like a star.
It was the bright moonlight that Feng Yuexian held in his hands.
Feng Yuexian also searched for famous doctors for Song Piantao.
But no matter which famous doctor, or even the so-called ancestral remedies offered by the courtiers to the emperor, they would not have any effect on Song Piangan's body.
Can be called medicine stone ineffective.
Song Piantao passed out in a coma in the Hall of Mental Cultivation again, Feng Yuexian's face was tense, and she wished to dig out the King of Chu and throw his bones into ashes.
Only she knew that Song Pian's body was getting thinner and thinner, and the waist was so thin that Feng Yuexian didn't dare to hold her tightly, or even toss her between the beds.
Right now, seeing Song Pian's sleeping face so white and transparent, she didn't dare to touch it.
It seems that in the next second, this person is like an illusion, and disappears from the eyes with a gentle, snapping sound.
For some reason, she and Song Piantao were rarely separated, but she was always afraid that Song Piantao would disappear.
Maybe it was because Song Pian was too cute.
As Song Piantao became seriously ill, the sense of crisis became stronger.
Nowadays, almost all places where Song Piangao haunts are the figures of the forbidden army, such as the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the Palace of Heavenly Purity, etc. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is surrounded by three floors.
But her sense of crisis did not diminish at all.
There's a thin string in her head, getting tighter and tighter—
"Why don't you want to seek medical treatment again?"
Song Piantao was drinking Lao Ya Qing Tonic Soup, she swallowed the soup, looked at Feng Yue and said leisurely:
"All the doctors who are willing to listen to the edict to enter the palace have come, but there is still no way to do it? It is enough to have the imperial doctor to take care of it now, so why bother."
Previously, in order to reassure Feng Yuexian, she issued an edict to search for famous doctors, and Feng Yuexian's staff were also looking for them. Even the courtiers tried to figure out the thoughts of their superiors and ordered them to visit all parties.
Going down one layer at a time, Song Pian guessed that 80% of the famous doctors in this world have been treated.
But today, Feng Yuexian is going to send another round to find the fish that slip through the net.
She is not such a stubborn person, and Song Piangao naturally knows why she is like this.
Song Piantao's voice softened, as if comforting a restless big cat:
"I have seen so many doctors before and after, and I have seen all the talented ones."
Feng Yuexian keeps an eye on her:
"Somehow you've always been more sober than me when it comes to seeking medical advice."
Feng Yue's words were light, but in the pair of black eyes, there was suspicion and scrutiny that had not been seen for a long time.
Her chin was slightly raised, her eyelids were half-drooped, and she smiled slightly sarcastically.
Song Pian was silent for a moment.
She knew that Feng Yuexian was a little sad.
Although Song Piantao's performance can be attributed to the fact that she has accepted her fate and has no hope for a cure - other people may think so - Feng Yuexian is the person by her pillow, whether it is a clue or an instinct, Feng Yuexian Sensitively found wrong.
Even though Song Pian's ability was able to give all kinds of explanations and confuse this sentence, Feng Yuexian would definitely believe her.
Because Feng Yuexian must believe her, so she shouldn't lie to her.
Song Pian sighed lightly, she reached out and covered the back of Feng Yuexian's hand.
As soon as the two hands touched, Song Pian was stunned.
The hands of his subordinates, which have been warm all the year round due to martial arts practice, are actually cold at this time.
Song Piantao clenched subconsciously.
"I..." Song Pian opened her mouth, rarely showing a helpless expression, what else could she say
Feng Yuexian didn't have any memory of Kuai Chuan.
Feng Yuexian looked at Song Piantao and waited for her next words with a very focused expression.
But Song Pianjiao didn't say anything.
Feng Yuexian laughed at himself.
Then, seeing Song Piantao seem anxious, leaning towards him, the quilt slipped off.
"Yue Xian, I can't say more now, but you have to know and believe."
Song Piantao panted slightly, coughed twice, her face flushed a little, her brown pupils were clear and firm.
She said almost word for word:
"We will meet again eventually."
We will meet again...
hum—
Song Pian's quiet and firm voice entered Feng Yuexian's ears, causing a muffled humming.
At that moment, she felt that in her mind... it seemed that something was about to break out of the ground.
But it was only for a moment, and immediately, this abnormal feeling disappeared and was never found again.
Feng Yue was in a trance in her idle eyes, and when the buzzing passed, she looked at Song Pian.
Yin Bing walked in and seemed to feel the atmosphere condensed. She hesitated, and her voice was very low:
"Madam, the county master has returned from the northwest and said he has something to talk to you about."
Feng Yuexian tilted her head and said, "This palace has no time today—"
"Just go." Song Pian said, "It's important, we'll talk about it later."
Song Pianjiao persuaded.
First, now that she may not be able to say anything else, it is better to let herself rationalize her thoughts.
Second, Song Ruyan returned to the northwest, involving many affairs, including the military situation in the northwest, which were closely watched by the DPRK and China, and it was also for the public.
Feng Yuexian looked at Song Piangan.
She raised her hand and covered Song Pian's quilt over her slender shoulders, pressing it slightly.
"wait me back."
Song Piantao smiled at her and nodded.
Seeing her nodding, Feng Yuexian turned around and left, walking very fast.
Yin Bing was busy following behind him. This was the case for the master in the past two years. Whenever he left His Majesty's side, he walked much faster, and he became more decisive and resolute, as if he had to deal with it quickly and then return to His Majesty's side.
It seems that only with His Majesty's side can the master get a moment of peace.
—Almost at the same time that the figure of Yinbing disappeared at the door.
Song Pian hugged the quilt, and suddenly, an irresistible, heavy drowsiness invaded.
She was powerless to resist, her eyelids were like black curtains, falling down little by little, obscuring what she could see, the world.
At the last moment when Song Piantao's consciousness fell into the abyss, in his mind, a strange and indifferent female voice:
"Execute a forced exit command."
"Force quit, execution completed."