nineteen, palace night banquet

The imperial study is brightly lit.

Opening the thick curtain, Yu Qingcun said long live, and he bowed down. But he was already picked up by Jun Cheng, who greeted him with a smile: "Cunqing came just in time. I'm about to introduce someone for you."

When he entered the door, Yu Qingcun caught a glimpse of a person sitting in the room. He only felt familiar with the figure and didn't have time to look carefully for a moment. Seeing that Juncheng said so, he turned his eyes to the man.

At this look, I was stunned. But seeing that the man smiled gently, his eyebrows were calm, and it turned out to be Shen Fang, whom he had not seen for three days.

Yu Qingcun was surprised. He couldn't help but step forward, grabbed Shen Fang's arm, and his voice trembled slightly, and said, "Zi Fei... You are really here... Are you... all right?" There was a slight light of water in his eyes.

"I'm fine. On the contrary, it was Qingcun. I haven't seen it for three days. It looks very haggard..." Shen Fang gently held Yu Qingcun's hand with his backhand and sighed secretly. His eyes were full of pity, concern, and his expression was mixed with tenderness and joy.

This heart finally landed. On the way, he thought of Jun Cheng's tricks. He sweated coldly on his forehead and kept whipping the horse. In the past, he felt that the short journey had grown infinitely. He was afraid that he was guessing in the middle, and Shen Fang had already been assassinated by him.

Now I see that he is full of energy and still looks like usual. It seems that things are not as good as I expected, and it is Jun Cheng's fault. Yuqing was apologizing from the bottom of his heart. He stood beside Shen Fang. After taking a deep look at Shen Fang, he turned to Juncheng, smiled a little uneasily, and whispered, "We know each other."

Juncheng's eyes looked indistinguishable. He walked two steps gently and said with a smile, "Yes, Fang Zifei, Fang Yaju is a famous piano master in Kyoto, and Cunqing's acquaintance." Speaking of this, he stopped, looked at Yu Qingcun with a deeper smile and said, "Cunqing, do you know who he is?"

Yu Qingcun was stared, and at the same time, he suddenly felt that Shen Fang held his hand slightly tight. He turned his head and looked at Shen Fang and shook him back. Fu Xiang Juncheng smiled and said, "Your Majesty, Fang Zifei is Shen Zifei, Shen Fang Shen Zifei, Zifei is from the Western Regions."

Juncheng glanced at their hands, looked at Yu Qingcun, paused for a few seconds with a smile, suddenly looked up and laughed, and said, "There is such a coincidence in the world." He looked at Yu Qingcun again and said, "Cunqing, your acquaintance is a fellow disciple I haven't seen for six years."

Yu Qingcun felt unexpected. He couldn't help turning his head and looking at Shen Fang, but saw Shen Fang looking at him with a smile. He nodded quietly, but there seemed to be many words surging in his eyes.

Yu Qing's heart flashed through many emotions in an instant, but he couldn't grasp it for a moment and couldn't help but be confused.

But I heard Jun Cheng continue to say, "I'm really happy today. Come on, Cunqing, it's rare for the three of us to meet in a place. How about not getting drunk?"

As he spoke, he drank wine. But it's a pot of warm pearl red.

He even retreated the palace man, and only the three of them sat down.

But when he saw Juncheng, he said happily, "Today, it's the old days. Both brothers should not be polite." With that, he poured a cup for Shen Yu and Shen Yu with his own hands.

He held up a glass of wine and smiled at Shen Fang and said, "Brother Jinglian has been erudite and talented since he was a child. He is better at understanding Buddhism and has won the true biography of the master. Daxin Guangtai Temple has been repaired. I hope you don't resign from your brother's pleas. I hope to get your help in the future.

Shen Fang's face was faint and he was about to speak, but Yu Qingcun asked in surprise, "Jinglian?! Guangtai Temple?!" Isn't this Guangtai Temple a new royal temple? He was extremely uneasy.

Juncheng smiled and looked at Yu Qingcun and said, "My brother's name is Jinglian, and he is a famous Taoist monk in the Western Regions. What's the matter, didn't the younger brother tell Qing Cun? With that, he looked at Shen Fang confusedly.

Yu Qingcun only felt the thunder in his ears, and he was stunned.

"The Taoist monk...Jinglian..." He muttered and repeated Jun Cheng's words, but looked at Shen Fang as if he had lost his soul. His eyes gradually became sad.

When Shen Fang saw his expression like this, his heart ached like a sledgehammer. He stood up and seemed to want to walk to Yuqing's place, but he barely stopped. He only said in a low voice, "Qingcun, you must remember what Shen Fang said..."

Before he finished speaking, he only heard Yu Qingcun say with a miserable expression: "What do you remember?" It's hard to be in spring for a long time. Why do you look at it every time? With tears in his eyes, he only tried his best to suppress it and said in a choked voice, "It turned out to be such a meaning..."

In this case, why did he accept the clear existence? He tossing and turned his mind about this question, but he looked at Shen Fang in a scorn and finally couldn't ask.

He was confused. He took a glass of wine handed over by Jun Cheng, raised his hand and drank it. When he touched his eyes and saw Jun Cheng's concerned eyes, he could no longer suppress it for a moment. He only felt that the endless pain and grievances suddenly rolled up. He couldn't help bowing down, holding the corner of the case, and his body gradually slipped down. In the dim, he saw Shen Fang stepping over, and his expression changed greatly. He shouted something in his mouth, but he couldn't hear anything clearly. He raised his eyes blankly and wanted to reach out his hand to touch Shen Fang, but he found that his limbs were extremely heavy, but he felt that the faces of Shen Fang and Juncheng overlapped in front of him. Gradually, his eyes were dark and he fainted.

When I woke up, I was already in Yufu. Lao Yu stayed at the head of the bed with a worried face.

The color outside the window was dark, and a candlelight was burning indoors. It was late at night.

Seeing him open his eyes, Lao Yu said in surprise, "Son, are you awake?! The medicine sent by the emperor really had a miraculous effect.

Yu Qingcun looked at Lao Yu blankly: "Drug? What's the matter, Lao Yu, am I sick?

Lao Yu helped him lean on a pillow, turned around and brought a bowl of lotus seed porridge that had been warm all the time. He smiled sadly and said, "Why aren't you sick? Son, you have been sleeping for three days.

Three days? Sleepy? Yu Qingcun bowed his head and was silent for a while, and gradually remembered what happened in the palace that night.

"Now it's nearly three times, and the girls can't stand it. I asked them to rest separately. The prince quickly used this porridge to nourish his spirit. Lao Yu scooped a spoonful of porridge and handed it to Yu Qingcun's lips. But he looked dark and didn't open his mouth. He lowered his bowl and spoon and said warmly, "Old Yu is clumsy. I don't know what's going on. It makes you like this. But everything has a reason, and you have to refresh yourself so that you can find out one by one. The prince is a talented man, and he will not lose his own body for no reason. He paused for a while and muttered in a low voice, "Since Mr. Shen disappeared, Mr. Shen hasn't eaten for nearly seven days. In this way, the iron body is also difficult to survive."

Yu Qingcun sighed and only comforted, "Lao Yu, don't worry. Qingcun knows whether it's good or not. After eating this porridge, you should also take a rest as soon as possible.

Before leaving, Lao Yu pointed to a few drops of medicine on the table and said that it was a tonic given by the emperor. Juncheng told: Take a small amount every day, and it will be delivered again when it is finished.