Prince Yu wrote a detailed letter about Rushuang's illness and sent it to Emperor Shangyuan. Immediately afterwards, the emperor replied with a letter, which did not mention Mrs. Mu, but only asked him to take good care of his illness, and attached a few notes.
It turned out that Prince Rui led the army, disturbing the people all the way, finally arrived in Fanzhou on the sixth day of this month, the army settled down, the governor of Fanzhou, Li Yan, went to the big tent to meet Prince Rui, but for some reason, Prince Rui was angered, and Prince Rui ordered someone He was dragged out of the tent and killed with a military stick. The local garrison in Fanzhou almost sparked a mutiny, fortunately a lieutenant under Prince Rui's account received the information and reported to Prince Rui, Prince Rui then ordered the three armies to encircle and disarm all the 15,000 local garrisons. Before meeting Qi Erwu's army, he captured fifteen thousand of his own people first.
Prince Yu read these memorials several times, and each time he read them, his brows frowned deeper. It was already late at night, Duoshun came in several times, he didn't dare to urge him to rest, he just served tea and water, Prince Yu finally closed the memorial, ordered Duoshun to turn off the lights, and then fell asleep.
Although he fell asleep, he was still thinking about many government affairs in the court, and his thoughts were so complicated that he couldn't fall asleep for a while. There is the sound of wind and rain in my ears, I only feel that everything is silent, only the raindrops on the parasol trees, cold and desolate. It is exactly what the predecessors said in the poem: "In the middle of the night, the wind and the bamboo strike the autumn rhyme." He was half asleep and half awake, and he always had a low fever every night. The flame of the oil lamp faltered, and after all, he couldn't sleep at night.
Since he couldn't fall asleep, he heard that Duo Shun who was sleeping outside stopped breathing evenly, and there was a slight snoring sound between his nose. He knew that he was in a deep sleep, but he didn't disturb him. He put on his clothes and got up, took off his shoes, walked to the window, and pushed it away. window. The rain had already stopped, and a few waning moons leaked from the bottom of the sycamore leaves. The whole courtyard was full of moonlight, like lingering snow, and it was so cold that I was stunned for a moment.
Just as he was in a trance, he suddenly heard a "hu", which looked like a flute but not a flute, and it looked like a flute but not a flute. The sound was dark and elegant, coming through the moon through bamboo. The tune is very simple, with three folds, he listened to it for a long time before he recognized that it was the famous song "You Huang" from the former dynasty.
"Sitting alone in the secluded grove, playing the piano and singing again. People in the deep forest don't know, but the bright moon comes to shine."
This poem was composed by a famous person in the former dynasty as a qin music, and it is extremely elegant and elegant. He used to listen to people playing on the piano, but unexpectedly changed to playing on the flute, and it was so touching. But the sound of the song is intermittent, and after playing it once, it starts again from the beginning. He couldn't help coming out to listen under the eaves, building clumps of daylilies and cocoons, but the music gradually started again. It's not far, but after passing the bamboo bridge, the sound of the stream can be heard again, and it's still ahead. So I went all the way, but fortunately there was a little moonlight, and I saw the stream like silver, and the stone and road like a belt.
Turning around a corner of the low wall, I saw a plain-clothed woman sitting on the bluestone by the stream. Under the moonlight, she was seen in white clothes over the snow, with long hair hanging down her shoulders, like black jade, falling down to her feet. There was mist in the stream, and the wind passed by, and the bamboo leaves all over the forest were rustling like rain, blowing her plain sleeves and blue hair, and then she saw that her hands were as greasy as jade, and the bamboo leaves in her lips were as thin as emeralds. blow. Looking at each other across the stream, I don't know whether this situation is a dream or an illusion, and the people in front of me are immortals or ghosts, foxes or demons.
The woman raised her head slightly, saw Prince Yu, raised her hand to brush her long hair, and then revealed her pale cheeks, without a trace of blood, her dark eyes, which seemed to reflect the light of the stream and silver, dancing and shattering the moon. , the brilliance is uncertain.
He said in a daze, "So it was you."
She got up, took off the bamboo leaf in her mouth, and flicked it, the bamboo leaf fell into the stream, and the stream was like mercury under the moonlight, winding forward. The bamboo leaf also drifted with the current, swirled along the eddy current, bypassed the rocky creek, and slowly floated in front of him. The tip of the leaf gently hooked the side of the stone, but in an instant, it was carried by the stream again, and finally drifted away and disappeared.
She was still standing there, her posture was still as graceful as a fairy, and the waning moon shrouded her body like a gauze, and she was like a light mist.
In the end, she gave a salute, as if she was still a bit timid: "My lord."
Prince Yu was rather blunt, and said: "There is no need to be so polite."
I was speechless for a moment.
Prince Yu thought his status was embarrassing, and lonely men and widows had endless suspicions in a secluded place in the middle of the night, so he said, "It's cool in the middle of the night, and you're recovering from your illness, so go back quickly." He called out anxiously again: "My lord."
He stopped, Rushuang seemed to muster up his courage, and said: "Excuse me, my lord, why don't you let Rushuang go home?"
The shadow of the moon is clear and bright, and the ground is like frost. He thought in a trance, so that's the case.
It turned out that her name was Rushuang.
He said: "The disease is rampant in the city, so I sent you to the temple to recuperate."
"It's just," she frowned slightly, and looked under the moonlight, her brows were as sparse as a distant daisy, which made her starry eyes look like water, "after all these days, why hasn't anyone from my family sent to see me?"
"It's an epidemic, so it's naturally inconvenient to send someone to visit."
"But nanny and Xiaohuan, no matter what, these two people will not leave me alone. No matter what disease I have, they will definitely follow me."
Prince Yu couldn't help being silent, because her eyes were flickering, and she was about to cry: "My lord, don't lie to me, my family, my family... are all dead, right?" Seeing that he still didn't answer, her Tears streamed down, "Did they all catch the plague and died, didn't they? That's why I wasn't allowed to go home, and that's why I live here alone, isn't it?"
Under the moonlight, she saw her tears dripping down on the front of her dress, the spots were as crystal clear as beads, Prince Yu suddenly said very straightforwardly: "Yes." After taking a breath, he said, "You guessed right, they all died of illness." He wanted to say that Mu's family had been confiscated and wiped out, but when he thought that Rushuang was recovering from a long illness, he was afraid that she would be suddenly stimulated, so for some reason, he changed his mind as soon as he said the words. Even so, her face was "swiped" completely white, and she looked even less human in the moonlight. Immediately afterwards, his body shook, and he fell limply.
There was only a muffled sound, and water splashed everywhere. Most of her body was already lying in the stream, her long hair was like algae, she fell into the stream, and was immediately blown away by the stream. Prince Yu hesitated for a moment, fearing that she would be choked to death by the water, so he jumped into the stream, stretched out his arms to hug her, but Rushuang's body was already completely soaked, and the coolness soaked into his lapel immediately. Clothes, has been wet to the heart.
She was extremely light, holding her in her arms like a baby, with her eyes closed, it was obvious that she had already passed out. Holding such a drenched woman in his arms, Prince Yu was in a great embarrassment for a moment. After thinking about it, I still think it would be more appropriate to send her back to Xiuhuang Hall. So he carried her and hurried back to the Xiuhuang Hall, only to see that Qingyuan was silent, the hall was pitch black, and the servants had long been soundly asleep. So he breathed a sigh of relief, jumped over the brick wall silently, identified the direction under the moonlight, turned around the rocks, and went straight to the place where Rushuang lived.
The door of the room was ajar, and a palace official outside was sleeping soundly on the couch. He carried the man into the inner bedroom, the moonlight leaked in through the window, and shone on the two silver hooks that raised the curtain in front of the bed. On, reflecting the cold light. He put Rushuang on the bed, unfolded the quilt to cover her, and was about to turn around and leave, but his footsteps moved slightly, but Rushuang's sleeves were pressed under his body, and he was about to pull it out, using force with his hands, Leaning slightly, he bumped into something hanging in front of the bed, there was a "pop", his heart sank, the palace servant outside had already woken up, and shouted: "Miss!"
He couldn't make a sound, the palace servant didn't see Rushuang's answer, fearing that something might happen, they wanted to stay on the bed and come in to have a look. When Prince Yu heard her groping for her shoes on the ground, he felt anxious, but Rushuang held him by the sleeve. Most of it is suppressed, and I can't get it out for a while, and it's too late to get out through the window. If the palace servants come in and bump into it, what should I do? Hearing that she was getting up with her shoes on, and the sound of her footsteps approaching, he turned over and jumped into the bed, pulled the brocade quilt over himself, waved his left hand, and the double hooks were stirred by the strong wind in his palm, rippling up, The cyan gauze hangs down silently. The palace maid had already turned the fan, and called softly again: "Miss?"
Prince Yu was very worried, seeing through the curtain that she hesitated and did not move forward, he felt a little relieved, and suddenly, he heard someone sighing faintly close to his ears. Prince Yu couldn't help being taken aback, his eyes lowered slightly, and he saw Rushuang's bright eyes, staring at him firmly. This shock was no small matter, she was on the verge of jumping up in shock, but her body moved slightly, she had already stretched out her arms to hug him, although she didn't use much force, but within a short distance, the fragrance between her hair and clothes was delicate and refreshing If the lungs can erode the bones, he will lose all his strength in an instant, and he will not be able to move at all. But she yawned slightly and asked, "Ruyi, what was the noise just now?" Her voice was laziness, as if she had just woken up from a dream.
The palace said: "I don't know if there are mice."
She said "hmm" and stopped talking, and seemed to have fallen asleep again. Seeing that she had nothing to say, the palace servant also withdrew and went to sleep. After about a stick of incense, I heard that the palace man outside was breathing evenly and had already fallen into a deep sleep. He just said: "Let go." His voice was extremely low, fearing to wake up the people outside.
She exhaled like blue, blowing on his face, and her voice was as thin as a fly's whisper: "I just don't let go." There was a third of the cunning and stubbornness of a little daughter in her tone.
His forehead was full of cold sweat, and he said, "Don't you want to live? I'm going to call someone."
"If the lord starts to shout at this time, no one in this courtyard will be able to survive. The lord has always been a virtuous king, and he certainly doesn't want to hurt the innocent, let alone the emperor's reputation. Although I am a useless concubine, if it spreads, it will be shameless." The same is the royal family. What's more, the emperor regards you as a close relative and brother, and you must not let your reputation be damaged."
There was a flash of light in his mind: "It turns out that for more than a month, your illnesses are all fake, and all the symptoms of loss of soul are fake. You are just acting."
She sneered slightly, and said: "What is true and what is false, how can there be such a clear distinction between true and false in this world, say it is true, it is true, say it is false, it is fake."
A bean-sized bead of sweat slid across his sharp brows: "What did you add to the incense?"
"I didn't add anything else, just added a little bit of Zhu Ling. The prince's cough has not recovered these two days, so there has always been Sichuan in the medicine he took. This Zhu Ling was originally a rare spice in the world, but If you meet Chuan Ge, there will be another miraculous effect, hey, my lord, are you very hot? Look at the sweat on your forehead..." Her voice was as sweet as honey, and she stretched out her fingers to stroke it slowly The sweat on his forehead, the moonlight in the room, and the dimness in the tent, even though she couldn't see her face clearly, but she was so beautiful, Prince Yu felt like his body was like a burning coal, exhausted his last strength, and suddenly stretched out his hand "" "Pa" slapped her face with a clear and crisp sound. Rushuang seemed to be stunned by his palm, she stroked her cheek with one hand, and sat there half propped up with the other, she didn't make a sound, only heard the palace servant outside turned over and fell into a deep sleep again.
He had a drug attack, and now he had exhausted all his strength, but he was breathing rapidly, but Rushuang slowly leaned down, and kissed his lips tenderly and lingeringly. He only felt that her lips were slightly cold, but they were like a fish, swimming away soundlessly, carrying a cool fragrance, swimming on his hot skin. He was drowsy with the last bit of reason, and raised his hand to push her away: "No..." But as soon as he spoke, her lips blocked her, and he put his hand on her waist, through the thin wet and cold Her skin was as slippery as fat when her palm touched her, and she was unable to push it away, her chest was thirsty for lust, and she kissed lightly like a butterfly, while her lips and teeth were intertwined, she had already unbuttoned his front coat one by one, Inserting her hand into his clothes, her palm was slightly cold and pressed against his hot chest, and her lust suddenly surged, no matter how hard it was to resist. She finally moved her lips away, and lightly bit his shoulder. He took a sudden breath, and felt that the blood in his whole body was about to boil, and he almost wanted to break through the blood vessels, break through the flesh, and spurt out, turning into a ferocious beast. , Xue Sensen's teeth seemed to devour everything.
The moonlight gradually slanted to the west, leaking into the window gap, and flooding the ground like quicksilver.
It started to rain in the early morning, and the bamboo sea was rustling like waves. Due to the coolness in late autumn, Duo Shun fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, he saw the bright light outside the window. Woke up and tidied up quickly, and went to serve Prince Yu. Unexpectedly, after entering the inner room, the room was silent and no one was there.
The rain outside was like silver filaments. Duo Shun held an umbrella and walked along the path. The creek was full of water, and the water was rushing and gurgling. Turning around the corner, the bamboo forest became more dense, and he could already see a person standing beside the rocks by the stream from a distance, he was overjoyed, he hurried forward to cover it with an umbrella, and called out: "My lord."
Prince Yu gave a "hmm", Duo Shun saw that his clothes were completely wet, and even his hair was dripping, he didn't know how long he had been standing here. So he rambled on: "My lord is in better health, and he doesn't take care of himself. In this weather, standing under the cold rain, isn't he torturing himself?"
Prince Yu seemed impatient to listen to his babbling, and said: "Go back." Duo Shun held an umbrella for him and walked a few steps, Prince Yu suddenly asked: "Has the Emperor sent anyone here today?"
Duo Shun said: "It's still early, if the emperor sends someone, it must be after noon."
Because Shangyuan has reached this point, it takes two hours for the fast horse.
Prince Yu stopped talking, until noon, Duo Shun felt something strange. Prince Yu finished copying the notebook, his expression seemed very tired, he took a cup of tea by chance, and accidentally touched his hand, he felt it was hot, he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "My lord, what's wrong with you?"
Prince Yu said: "It's just a fever, just rest for a while."
Having said that, after taking the medicine, the fever did not go away for a long time, and it has been dragged on for three or four days, but there is still no improvement. His illness had gradually improved, but now it suddenly relapsed, but the medicine didn't seem to have much effect after taking bowl after bowl, Duo Shun couldn't help feeling anxious.
At dusk that day, it began to rain again, and there was a rustling sound of the rain beating the bamboo leaves, adding to the bleak autumn atmosphere. Duo Shun was decocting medicine under the eaves, when suddenly he saw the palace servant holding an umbrella and helping Ru Shuang enter the courtyard, put down his fan hurriedly, went up to him and called "Miss Mu".
Rushuang had just recovered from a long illness, Duo Shun saw that she was only wearing an apricot-colored jacket, and a moon-white satin skirt under her head, the corners of which were half wet from the rain. Ask: "Is your lord okay?"
Duo Shun frowned, shook his head slightly, and said, "It's still the same."
Lured Rushuang into the room, and said through the curtain: "My lord, Miss Mu is here."
Prince Yu was lying down with his eyes closed, Rushuang stretched out his hand and lifted the curtain, and Duo Shun hurriedly put on a robe for Prince Yu. He was ill, and the Zen room was shabby, so he sat on the couch with his clothes on. Tired.
Rushuang Pingting saluted: "My lord."
Prince Yu silently waved his hand, and Duo Shun also retreated.
The house was as quiet as empty, except for the rustling of the sycamore trees outside the eaves in the rain. After a while, Prince Yu finally said, "What exactly do you want?"
She frowned slightly: "I know what Qi Ye means, I just let Qi Ye rest assured." She took Prince Yu's saber from the desk, pulled it out with a "choke", and wiped the horizontal sword towards her neck. Prince Yu was shocked, he didn't expect her to be like this, before he thought about it, he stretched out his hand to snatch the saber, who knew that Rushuang held it very firmly, and when he snatched it, he didn't move. Half an inch, he flicked his left index finger. He was in a serious illness, and he almost tried his best for these two consecutive strikes. Finally, he swung the edge of the sword away, and the sword fell to the ground with a "slap".
Just now he tried his best to mobilize his inner breath, but now his breath was short of breath, he bent down and couldn't help coughing, coughing until his whole body trembled. But Rushuang came forward slowly, stretching out his hand as if to help him, his body flickered slightly, as if trying to avoid her hand, he coughed and frowned, but couldn't speak.
He coughed until his viscera ached, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, and pushed her hand away forcefully, his voice was hoarse and barely audible: "The person who should be damned is not you, but the person who should be damned is me."
Before he could say a word, his throat suddenly became sweet, and he couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of blood.
He seemed to hear Rushuang's low exclamation in his ears, he felt dizzy, couldn't stand upright, and finally fell into the vague and soft darkness.