Father Huang left, Hongyu left, Xuan Mo left, and Aunt Yun also left.
Finally, all the people who loved her in this world are gone, and she is the only one left. Thousands of miles away from her hometown, maybe in her whole life, she will never see the sunshine and warmth of her hometown again, and she will never smell the breeze of the seashore again. Salty waves.
Tears welled up, but the eyes were dry. Her heart suddenly hurt so much, her throat was salty, and it seemed that there was liquid overflowing from the corner of her mouth, but she kept standing against the wind so unconsciously, until the front of her white fur coat turned bright red, until Wen Yuan's exclamation pierced through. Ear drums, she didn't fall softly until a black crow flew across the sky far away. The snow was heavy, and the sky and the earth were turned upside down. She seemed to see Aunt Yun's young face many years ago, looking at her tenderly, and whispering her baby name.
After Aunt Yun's death, Nalan Hongye was like a withered lily, declining day by day.
The weather was getting colder and colder, and the cold wind raged across the land. The doctors of the Tai Hospital went back and forth more than ten times a day, and all kinds of precious medicinal materials were sent into the southeast hall like water, but there was no improvement.
At noon that day, the heavy snow finally stopped. The sun was shining outside, Wen Yuan asked some maidservants to have a snowball fight in the yard, and carried Nalan Hongye to the porch to sit. She was wearing a thick ermine cape and sat on a soft couch. Those cheerful voices spread throughout the southeast hall, and even made people's mood slightly open.
Suddenly, a slight voice came to her ears, Nalan Hongye looked sideways, and saw that Wang Taiyi and Lu Taiyi in the side hall were discussing something with their heads down, and they didn't seem to see her, and the voice was a bit loud.
Physician Wang is an old minister of Huai Song Dynasty. He is over seventy years old this year. I saw his brows were tightly furrowed. Because of the distance, he couldn't fully hear his words. He only heard a few vague words. Too much thought, loss of qi and blood, internal and external deficiency, already exhausted, medicine and stone unable to return to heaven...
"What did the two adults say?"
A soft reprimand suddenly sounded, and the two imperial physicians looked up, but it was Wen Yuan standing at the door and glaring at them anxiously, while Nalan Hongye was sitting beside her with a peaceful expression, as if she had been listening for a long time.
The two were so frightened that they knelt on the ground with a plop and hurriedly apologized.
Nalan Hongye didn't say anything, she just turned her head silently and watched the maids in the yard playing snowball fights quietly. There was no joy or sorrow, as if the words just now had never passed through my ears.
During dinner, Wen Yuan smiled and talked with her. Seeing that she was in a good mood, she carefully comforted her, saying that she didn't need to care about what the two imperial physicians said, and even reprimanded them, saying that they were old and foolish. Not worth trusting.
Nalan Hongye listened with a light smile, and fell asleep early after taking the medicine.
On the second day, a group of new imperial physicians arrived at the Southeast Hall. Nalan Hongye didn't object either, she followed the advice of the imperial physicians every day and recuperated quietly. Although her illness didn't improve, it didn't get worse either. The doctors were very happy, saying that as long as this winter passed, her illness would improve.
The servants of the Southeast Hall were very happy to hear that, just in time for the Lantern Festival, Wen Yuan led the ladies and servants to redecorate the Southeast Hall, red, green and green, all kinds of bright silks and satins were hung up, looking like It's like a civil wedding. Nalan Hongye knew what they were thinking and didn't stop her. She just lay quietly on the bed and rarely spoke.
However, within a few days, the weather suddenly became extremely cold, the cold wind howled, and the dripping water turned into ice. Nalan Hongye's illness immediately worsened.
At noon that day, heavy snow was howling outside the window. Nalan Hongye leaned on the couch, listening to the sound outside, she was a little dazed, and said calmly, "I'm afraid we won't be able to hold the Lantern Festival this year."
Her voice was very hoarse, with an unconcealable sense of decadence. Wenyuan's face was full of worry all day long, but she didn't dare to let her see it. When she saw her talking, she quickly smiled and replied: "In such a strong wind, it should be impossible for the lantern to be blown away as soon as it is hung up." .”
Nalan Hongye nodded, and Wen Yuan continued, "Your Majesty, let's sleep for a while. I just took the medicine. Is your mouth bitter? Would you like some sugar water?"
Nalan Hongye shook her head, Wenyuan was about to continue talking, when she heard three cracks of whips outside, clear and pleasant to the ear, she immediately looked happy, stood up immediately, and said repeatedly: "Your Majesty, the emperor is here." Let the servants go out to pick you up.
After a while, the palace doors of the main hall were opened layer by layer, and the heavy curtains were raised. Yan Xun walked in wearing a black gold robe, took off his black fur coat as he walked, and handed it to the maid at the side.
He was still the same, with heroic eyebrows, a straight nose, thin lips, and eyes like deep lakes, and he couldn't see the end no matter what. Sitting opposite Nalan Hongye's bed, he took the hot face towel from Wenyuan, first applied it to his face, then wiped his hands, before asking, "Is your illness better?"
Nalan Hongye leaned on the couch, nodded gently, with her usual calm and peaceful smile on her face: "The emperor is worried, and he is already much better."
He nodded and continued to ask: "Did you take the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician on time?"
Nalan Hongye said: "I eat on time."
He pondered for a moment, then asked again: "I remember you are very afraid of the cold, if it's cold today, is the palace warm enough?"
A faint look flashed in Nalan Hongye's eyes, but it was so fleeting that it was hardly noticeable. She raised her head, her cheeks had become thin and pointed, and said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, everything is fine here."
Then, the hall fell silent like this, as quiet as a lake in autumn. The sound of the wind outside the window is still there, one after another. The two sat like this, neither of them knew what to say to break the awkward deadlock.
"Then, the empress should take a good rest, first I..."
"Has the emperor had lunch?" A very crisp voice suddenly sounded from the side.
Both Nalan and Yan Xun were taken aback, but when they looked up, it was Wen Yuan. The young maid was so frightened that her lips turned white, her hands were tightly clutching a handkerchief in front of her body, beads of sweat were already dripping from her forehead, and her arms hidden under her sleeves were trembling slightly.
Yan Xun looked at Nalan Hongye in surprise, then turned his head away, but instead of being angry, he nodded and said, "No."
"Then why don't you eat in our palace, your majesty, the cooks in our small kitchen are very good, and your mother likes to eat it. Your majesty has never eaten in our palace before."
Yan Xun smiled, nodded and said, "Okay."
Wen Yuan couldn't help but look overjoyed, almost at a loss, and hurriedly said: "The servant girl will go down and prepare first." After saying that, she ran down in a hurry.
Seeing her leave, Nalan Hongye said helplessly: "The concubine is incapable of discipline, please forgive me, the emperor."
Yan Xun shook his head and said, "It's okay, she is very loyal."
How could Nalan Hongye not know what Wenyuan was thinking, but she just hoped that Yan Xun could stay with her for a while, so she didn't say anything else at the moment.
But Yan Xun stood up, walked casually in the hall, went to the bookshelf, took out a book, flipped through it, put it back, and then took out another book. Nalan Hongye was leaning on the couch, fiddling with a French clip. The sunlight came in from the window, drawing grids one after another on the ground. The afternoon sun was very warm, even though the wind was howling outside, but in this room, it was peaceful and serene.
"Do you like the art of merchants?" Yan Xun asked suddenly, holding a copy of "Jingwei Jiashu" in his hand.
Nalan Hongye raised her head to take a look, and said, "The ancestors of my concubine started out as merchants. The Song Dynasty has developed commerce, and my concubine also likes to study and research in her spare time."
Yan Xun smiled and said, "I really can't tell."
"Can't see anything?"
Yan Xun shook his head and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I know someone who also likes this way."
Nalan Hongye smiled and said, "It must be Prince Xuan."
Yan Xun was slightly surprised, and asked, "How does the Queen know?"
Nalan Hongye said naturally: "Of course the concubine knows. The concubine has known Prince Xuan since she was a child, so she naturally knows him better than the emperor."
Yan Xun smiled lightly, seemingly disapproving, but didn't say anything, just turned his head away and continued to read the scroll. Nalan Hongye secretly had a hint of complacency, as if a child had succeeded in a prank, she raised the corners of her mouth and lowered her head to continue playing with the clip.
Time passed quietly, and after being married for many years, Yan Xun seemed to be watching Nalan Hongye's bedroom seriously for the first time. He felt that this queen was an unusual person, not only had outstanding taste, but also had extensive knowledge. It is wide, and most of them have the imprint of flipping through it. Unlike other concubines, all the scrolls are just decorations.
"Your Majesty, Empress, please have a meal."
The food was served quickly, because Nalan was taking medicine and needed to avoid food. So on her side, there were only four side dishes, while Yan Xun's side had more than sixty hot and cold meat and vegetable dishes, and a large table was filled to the brim, which looked spectacular.
Yan Xun was a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but glance at Nalan Hongye.
Nalan Hongye smiled and said, "The emperor seldom comes here to concubines. The servants don't know your taste, so they have to prepare more. Don't blame them, the emperor, they are sincerely trying to please you."
These words came from Nalan Hongye's mouth, if it were someone else, it would definitely make people feel jealous.
Wen Yuan stood aside, saw that Yan Xun didn't say anything, but started eating obediently, she couldn't help being elated, she thought that she was really wise today, how could the empress usually have such a good spirit. Sure enough, the heart disease still needs heart medicine. Maybe the emperor will come a few more times, and the empress will be cured.
A meal is eaten slowly, and after eating, it is time to take a nap. Yan Xun and Nalan Hongye chatted a few words casually, and now they became more natural, and told the servants to take good care of her, and they had to go back to the palace first. Just as he turned to leave, he suddenly heard a stabbing sound. It turned out that the sleeve was hanging on the corner of the table, and the fabric of the cuff was torn a big hole.
Yan Xun raised his arm, glanced at it casually, and didn't pay attention to it, so he was about to put on the big fur.
But Nalan Hongye said: "Your Majesty, the clothes are torn."
Yan Xun said nonchalantly, "It's okay."
"Wait a minute." She pulled Yan Xun's sleeve, took a closer look, and said, "This is a tribute from Tianci Embroidery. This kind of fabric can only be made into a few clothes in a year from Tianci County. I only made this court dress embroidered by heaven. Now that it is broken, even if I get it to the imperial embroidery room, no one will dare to mend it."
How could Yan Xun think that there are so many opinions about a piece of clothing, so he couldn't help but look at the clothing twice, and said: "If it is broken, it will be broken, it doesn't matter."
But Nalan Hongye said: "The emperor doesn't feel bad, but the concubine does. I don't know how many embroiderers have to embroider blindly because of this roll of cloth every year. You see, this cloth is not only double-sided embroidery, but also If you look closely at the section of the fabric, you can also see the small blessing characters."
Yan Xun took a closer look and found that it was so, he couldn't help sighing: "It's really wonderful."
"Wenyuan, bring a needle and thread."
Yan Xun was taken aback, and asked, "What is the queen going to do?"
"Since no one dares to mend the imperial embroidery room, it will be thrown away anyway. Why don't the concubines mend it? If the mending is broken, the emperor should not blame him."
Yan Xun was even more surprised, and couldn't help asking: "The queen can still be a female celebrity?"
Nalan Hongye's eyes twitched lightly, she glanced at him lightly, took the needle and thread, and began to mend, saying as she sewed, "Sit down, it will be ready in a while."