In the first year of Cheng Yu, on the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, there was a whole night of snow in the palace. When Qingli got up early in the morning, he saw the whiteness outside the window.
This night, she had a very long dream, returning to Yujiapu and Li Jin. It was not until she woke up with her eyes open that she realized that they were all in the past.
She walked slowly to the mirror, and her body was covered with terrible scars, all the masterpieces of the man last night.
She walked to the clothes hanger, took a piece of clothes and put it on. There was dry blood on the corner of her mouth. She looked at the messy room and the broken tiles everywhere, but her heart was extremely calm.
It can even be said that there is some joy. Xu heard the news yesterday that Mo Mirage said that Yu Chen was still alive.
She opened the window, the cold wind blew in, messing up her hair, Qingli's mouth filled with a long-lost smile, and said softly: "Achen, it's great that you can survive. I had a dream last night. It's so long. What a long dream, it seems that this life's dream is about to be finished."
But then there was pain in her eyes again. It seemed that the scene of the day when she entered the palace was in front of her. Now she is the concubine Yu of the sixth house, and Xiangning is also pregnant. It seems that everything should go on smoothly. .
The pain from below reminded her of the inhuman torture last night, Song Lan brought a basin and came in, seeing Qing Li standing by the window in a daze, and hurried forward.
Persuaded: "Niang, the slave and maid brought hot water, let's freshen up."
She turned around, but Songlan's eyes were red, and Qingli couldn't help but smile: "Don't cry, I'm fine, by the way, where did Ah Ye go?"
Songlan took a deep breath and held back the tears. She hadn't seen Qing Li's smiling face for a long time, and hurriedly put the basin on the table, took the kerchief and handed it to Qing Li, she reached out and took it slowly. Wipe the dirt on the face.
Song Lan replied softly, "Lian Ye went to the warehouse and ordered someone to replace the things in the hall with new ones."
Qing Li sneered, "It's what he meant. It's a pity that Ning Dian was ruined like this."
Song Lan always felt that she was laughing so sad, but she heard a voice from Xiao Yunzi, the lintel, "Manny, Doctor Wei is here, do you want to invite in?"
Seeing that Qingli was out of mind, Song Lan said, "Let him come in."
Not long after, Weisheng walked in with the medicine box. If ordinary people saw the embarrassment all over the house, they would have been surprised long ago, but Weisheng was calm and smiled and walked over.
When he walked to Qing Li, he bowed his bow and said lightly: "Weichen is here to see the pulse of the empress."
Qingli only sat down, but was extremely uncomfortable, Weisheng said to Songlan: "Go and pick up a soft cushion for the empress."
Only then did Song Lan understand, and hurriedly went to take a loose mat on the bed, Qingli got up, Song Lan put it down, and then sat down slowly.
It was indeed better than Shicai, and Wei Sheng paused and said: "Miss Songlan, Weichen's silver needle fell in the imperial doctor's room, and you have to bother you to fetch it for Weichen."
Song Lan didn't think much, then turned and left, just as Lian Ye entered the room out of breath, Qing Lizong waved to her, and said, "A Ye, take a rest, see you so tired."
Lian Ye was a little angry, and said bitterly: "The king is too much!"
Qingli was silent, but Weisheng poured a glass of pear juice served on Songlan for her, and said faintly: "My lady's body is dry and hot, and I have to drink this pear juice to reduce the fire."
He smiled again, his eyes were very strange, and said: "Manny, do you know that Yu Jiao has started activities again recently?"
When Lian Ye heard this, she was already astonished, and said, "What does this mean? Didn't Yu Jiao disperse in his early years?"
There was a glimmer of light in Qing Li's eyes, and Weisheng continued: "Didn't the king tell his empress yesterday? Do you really want to see him now?"
Qingli frowned, his face full of disbelief, and asked, "How do you know this? Who are you?"
Weisheng sighed and slowly said, "It doesn't matter who the Weichen is. As long as the mother knows that Weichen is on your side, it is enough."
Lianye couldn't care about those taboos, and said anxiously, "Isn't the son dead!"
Qingli's expression was sad, and she choked with sobs: "That's what Mo Mirage said, I'm not sure."
Wei Sheng focused slightly, frowned and said, "I'm not dead, I'm still alive."
Tears were already in Qingli's eyes, Weisheng's face was calm, and he said slowly: "It's only a few days before the empress, don't let the king see any clues, the Weichen has a way to take you away."
Qing Li was full of doubts and said: "Why should I believe you?"
Lian Ye sobbed, "It's great that the son is not dead, and the young lady doesn't have to live so lifelessly every day."
Weisheng flicked his finger gently, Qing Li never paid much attention to him, but at this moment his eyes were fixed on his palm, where there were no lines!
She looked a little frightened, with a slight coldness on her face, "Your hand, why?"
Lian Ye raised her eyes when she heard this, but she covered her mouth in surprise. Weisheng spread out his palm in front of Qingli again.
She moved back a little uncomfortably, and he smiled: "Is there no pattern? Maybe the minister is not a mortal? But what is the importance of these, the empress still thinks about how to appease the king, so as not to Before the palace is out, he has lost his life. That would be bad."
Qing Li thought for a long time before slowly saying: "Can you bring me his news? Since you said it has something to do with him..."
At this time, she had a lot of thoughts in her mind, and Wei Shengcai said: "The mother and the Weichen went personally, don't you understand everything?"
Qing Li looked at him suspiciously, his eyes were still deep, and he couldn't see any emotions. Song Lan came in and put the silver needle bag in front of Weisheng, saying: "Manny, the king went up and down and said Come here in a while."
Weisheng took out a needle gently, and shook Qing Li's hand. She felt chills. The man in front of her would make herself feel terrified at any time.
After the acupuncture treatment, Chaoqing said, "Weichen will retire first. If necessary, Lianye can let Lianye come to the Weichen. As long as the empress figured it out, the Weichen would be waiting anytime."
Song Lan said with some confusion: "What figured it out?"
Before he finished speaking, Weisheng paced and turned and left. Lianye pondered for a long time before slowly saying: "The slave and maid will go to pass the food, miss you, think about it."
Song Lan waited on Qing Li and combed a simple bun. She still had to leave the red lotus hairpin, but her complexion was pale and sick.
About an hour later, Qing Li had also run out of food, and Mo Mirage brought a group of eunuchs into the Ci Ning Hall, and said: "Today, all the things in the house will be replaced with new ones."
Zhao Xianhou respectfully said on one side: "Yes, slaves can handle it well, and the king can rest assured."
When Qingli saw him, a sad sneer appeared on his face, "You really have a leisurely mind."
However, Mo Mirage seemed to have changed individuals. He walked up to sit beside Qing Li, held her hand, and coaxed softly: "Qing Li, you are still mad at me. I was not good yesterday. Not anymore."
His soft-sounding words caused Qing Li to shudder all over, and almost chilled from the bones. He said to Songlan again, "I went hunting a few days ago and made the fox fur. Where's the Greatcloak? Use it for Qingli to wear, so don't catch the cold anymore."
Song Lan was also very unaccustomed, so she went to find it uneasily, and handed it to Mo Mirage. He gently tied the Greatcloak to Qingli's neck, but saw that there were fine beads of sweat on it.
But he didn't see it, he pulled Qingli up and said, "I will take you to a place, you will like it."
Qingli was already powerless to refuse, so she had to follow him. Unexpectedly, the moment she lifted her leg, she felt a tearing pain. She sucked in a cold breath, and when Mo Wei saw it, she hugged her up, Lian Ye hurriedly followed Up.
As soon as I left the palace gate, the sky began to snow, not too big, and it only fell on Qingli's hair in patches. After a while, Lianye hesitated and said, "The slave and maidservant go in and get an umbrella."
Mo Xiang said coldly: "No need."
A group of palace people quietly followed behind Mo Mirage. After walking for a long time, Qing Li raised his head and could hear him gasping slightly, and a white mist came out of his mouth, and finally stopped in front of a small house in the plum garden.
Mo Mirage slowly put Qingli down. In the eyes of the body, this is a way to regard her as a treasure in the palm of his hand. It is a good blessing for the bride. Only Lian Ye looked uncomfortable and helped Qing Li, Mo Mirage pushed open the wooden door of the hut and signaled Qing Li to walk in.
She had to move reluctantly and walked in, but she was shocked by the things in front of her. The room was full of red lotus, and the ink stone water tanks were filled with red lotus, and the dazzling red seemed to be stabbed. Qingli's eyes.
Tears flowed down without warning, Lian Ye was also surprised, she hurriedly moved forward to look, only to find that the water in the tank was all blue.
This cold winter can make the red lotus bloom only because of the water.
Mo Mirage slowly stepped forward, and said softly: "Do you like it, Qingli? This is the Wangchuan water that I ordered from the Western Regions to find. But the temperature has been maintained for many years, and naturally this red lotus can grow as usual. ."
Qingli said quietly in his mouth: "Forget River? No bridge, the road is far away, one step is three miles away, Wangchuan River, Thousand Years Home, how can people do not know the disciples..."
These words were extremely bleak, Mo Mirage couldn't help but frowned, and said, "It's just a kind of exotic gu water, which makes you feel so emotional."
Qingli stretched out his hand and stroked the red lotus petals, and the tentacles were warming up. This forgetting the river water was really magical.
At this moment, her heart was full of Yu Chen's face standing on the cliff that day. Her heart was so painful that she almost couldn't breathe. Mo Mirage said angrily: "If you knew this red lotus made you so uncomfortable. , I shouldn't plant it!"
Qing Li's eyes fell sadly, and said in a low voice: "No, I like it very much."
The flowers on the other bank bloom on the other bank, but on the bridge you can do nothing, the flowers on the other bank bloom on the other bank, the grasses on the other bank are sorrowful and heartbroken, the flowers on the other bank bloom on the other bank, the river flows from the river, and the flowers on the other bank bloom on the other bank.
Achen, if you are alive, you must remember me. After waiting for you for such a long time, if you have drunk that Wangchuan water, then please, fall in love with me again...