Chapter 162 Yunfei is sick

At the beginning of the lantern, Yuyao Palace.

The evening of Qixia Hall is always very lively, but tonight is gone without the noise of the past. Usually, those maids and eunuchs who are always big or small with Princess Fei'er are now standing in the hall, and they don't even dare to come out of the atmosphere. Occasionally, they can only hear a pleasant laughter or two from the depths of the hall.

Suddenly I heard several sounds of "ding-dong" in the hall, which was the sound of chess pieces scattered, mixed with the sound of unwillingness and helplessness in the middle: "I don't play anymore. Feier has never won a game in chess with the royal brother. It's boring. It's so boring."

Ruan Lingzheng looked at Fei'er, who was angry and couldn't help mocking her and said, "I also feel boring to play chess with you. I have never seen a person like you throw it up when you fall, find that you are wrong and want to regret chess."

Phil's face turned red, but she still refused to admit defeat and put on her theory and said, "It's not true. Regret chess is a common thing in soldiers. It's nothing great. It's your stingy."

Ruan Lingzheng knew that she began to play tricks again. Her face darkened and pointed to the chess pieces scattered on the ground. She lowered her voice and said, "Pick up the pieces and put them away, and then go back to your Qingyang Palace. Don't you think it's annoying to disturb your sister Jinger's rest?"

Mo Ziyao, who has been sitting next to Ruan Lingzheng, smiled and said, "Your Majesty, don't talk about Phil. She is still a child!" The chessman and concubine will ask Yuzhi and the others to come and clean up later. Then she pulled Phil, patted the back of her hand, and winked at her: "If Phil is tired, go back to rest first. It's okay to go to the college tomorrow."

Phil has always been afraid of anyone, but she is only afraid that Ruan Lingzheng will show her face. Seeing that Ruan Lingzheng was a little unhappy, he quickly made a grimace at him and ran out of the Qixia Hall with a smoke.

Mo Ziyao called Yuzhi to clean up the mess. Ruan Lingzheng stood up and gently pulled Mo Ziyao's soft voice and said, "The moonlight is good tonight. My concubine will accompany me out for a walk."

Mo Ziyao smiled and bowed to him mischievously, "It's better to obey my concubine."

Ruan Lingzheng and Mo Ziyao walked side by side on the gravel path of the imperial garden, and Gan Lin Yunlan and other people followed far behind.

The night is getting darker, and a hazy moon comes out of the thin-winged transparent clouds of forest cicadas. The silver glow shines the towering and glorious Ruan Nanguo Palace into a snowy blue. From a distance, the rockery trees seem to be coated with a layer of flowing mercury, like a dream.

Seeing such a beautiful scenery, I couldn't help moaning slowly: "The stone wall is full of trees, and the white clouds cover the blue hibiscus. Zhaojunxi was the strongest in the last years. Turning around and holding Mo Ziyao's slender hand, he looked at her affectionately and said, "One bounce of water, half into the river and half into the clouds. The twilight clouds filled with cold, and the silver man silently turned the jade disk. This night is not good in this life. Where can I see the bright moon next year?

Mo Ziyao was stunned, and Ruan Lingzheng continued to say, "I still remember the night in Yuefu Inn five years ago, you squatted outside the inn and sang to Yue Qian. I often wonder if it was that night that the little thin figure quietly broke into my heart?"

Mo Ziyao's heart warmed up after listening to this. Is he revealing his heart to himself? He stopped and gently leaned on Ruan Lingzheng's shoulder and smiled gently, smiling warmly and contentedly. I didn't know that Mr. Yuan would be the lord of today's country at that time.

"What, accident?" Ruan Lingzheng asked with a smile.

"No, I just didn't expect that I was lucky to meet the emperor on the first day I came to Ruan Nanguo. In this way, we are really predestined."

"Haha!" Ruan Lingzheng smiled happily after hearing this, "My concubine is right. If it hadn't been for fate, you wouldn't have turned around a lot and finally transferred to the political harem."

Mo Ziyao lowered her head and blushed slightly, and Bo smiled angrly, "The emperor is the best at being happy with his concubine."

Ruan Lingzheng narrowed his eyes with a smile and suddenly approached her and said in a low voice, "It's rare for Yao'er to show such a little daughter's posture. Zheng is very happy."

The blush on Mo Ziyao's face became stronger and stronger. She looked back at the people following her, coughed uncomportantly, straightened up and kept a distance from him and whispered, "Your Majesty, it's not early now. Presumably Ya Zhaoyi has been waiting, right?"

At this time, Ruan Lingzheng's face changed and there was a little anger in his eyes, "Don't you want to stay with me for a while?"

"Your Majesty..." Mo Ziyao was helpless, but she was also very reluctant to shout that he could understand his thoughts.

Ruan Lingzheng didn't know what she was thinking and pulled her into his arms. Looking at her stunned appearance, he couldn't help but lower his head and gently kissed her cherry red mouth, proving everything with his actions.

Mo Ziyao always remembers that this was in the imperial garden, followed by a group of people from the boss. She missed Ruan Lingzheng's warm lips, but on such an occasion, her reason forced her to push him away and refused his warm kiss.

I don't know what my expression is at this moment. Mo Ziyao knows that her face is so hot, and it's really embarrassing to be in front of so many people. He hurriedly retreated a few steps and didn't dare to look at his face. He bowed his head and saluted, "I respectfully send it to the emperor."

Ruan Lingzheng looked at her embarrassed look with a smile and shook his hand and said, "Well, it's getting late. My concubine will come back. I'll see you another day."

Unexpectedly, she was not to be blamed. Mo Ziyao looked at him in surprise and saw that he had turned around and strode away. Staring at his back, he didn't dare to think much about whether he would come to Yuyao Palace tonight and said repeatedly, "Thank you, emperor, emperor, take your time."

As soon as Ruan Lingzheng left, the maidservants who came with him naturally left together. Yuzhi ran over and helped Mo Ziyao and smiled, "When I saw the emperor leave, I was very reluctant to look at the Empress."

Mo Ziyao blushed and was about to scold her. Yunlan reacted quickly and scolded with a smile, "That's our mother's blessing. Why are you standing here and playing with your mouth? It's cold and dewy. Why don't you help her go back to the palace?"

"I know!" Yuzhi shrugged her shoulders, turned around to take a lantern, stretched out to illuminate the road in front of her, and the group went to Yuyao Palace with a smile.

The streamer is always silent and slips by quietly. In a blink of an eye, it has entered late November.

Since the beginning of winter, I have finally looked forward to the first heavy snow of the year. It was very cold, and there was dark snow early in the morning, and the scenery in the yard was submerged by the white snow. I'm afraid it would take a night to have this effect. The wind was so strong that the doors and windows were whining. In Yuyao Palace, Mo Ziyao and Yunlan originally wanted to go out for a walk, but they couldn't go out because of the snow, so they had to sit around the charcoal and burn lazily.

The days in winter are always very short. After lunch, the snow gradually faded, and even the wind did not know when it stopped. The snowy white turned out more and more brightly in the room on the clear paper.

At that time, Mo Ziyao was sitting diagonally under the window to embroider a sachet. She was wearing a lake blue beaded prickly cotton suit and a white dress with red embroidered spring flowers. For fear that the color is too dark, he put a beige satin fox on his shoulder as a foil. Only the rouge was lightly applied on his face, and his hair was randomly tied into a bun, with a hairpin of a fringe chain. The casual dress looked elegant but not flam at all. Even the smile between the eyebrows was as quiet as pearls, and there was no sharpness.

Ruan Lingzheng finished criticizing the memorial and came to Yuyao Palace to see Mo Ziyao. After entering the door, he stood far away and said nothing. Mo Ziyao knew that he was coming, but she didn't know it, and she was single-mindedly holding the silk thread to embroider the sachet. For a moment, he coughed, Fang Han smiled, put down the things in his hand and got up to greet him, "The emperor is here." Then he was scolded: "I didn't say anything when I came, so that my concubine lost my etiquette."

He smiled and said, "In the winter, what are we still doing with this gift? I look at what you do seriously and don't want to quarrel with you.

Mo Ziyao called Yuzhi to serve tea and said with a smile, "My concubine's embroidery is rough, but I have nothing to do to embroider some gadgets to send Chen Guang. Where does the emperor come from?

"I just finished approving the memorial. I remembered that this was your first snow in the palace, so I came to see if your charcoal fire is enough?" He smiled and said, "What did you embroider?"

Mo Ziyao smiled and said, "I wanted to embroider a sachet for the emperor. Unfortunately, my concubine's hands and feet are slow, and she hasn't finished embroidering yet.

Ruan Lingzheng said, "Don't worry, as long as you have this intention."

Mo Ziyao looked at him sideways and smiled, and then lowered her head and said, "Your Majesty, wait a minute, my concubine is about to be embroidered."

He also smiled when he heard the words and condensed for a moment. His eyes fell on Mo Ziyao's hand and said with a smile, "Jinlong flies above the auspicious clouds. It's really good-faced, but I can't figure out how can you fall in love with Jinlong Panfei alone?"

Mo Ziyao said with a clear smile, "The purple gas comes from the east and the golden dragon is flying, which is an excellent sign of auspiciousness. The emperor's country is stable, and his momentum is as powerful and noble as a dragon, and his life is immortal. This is the wish of my concubine."

As he spoke, he embroidered the sachet with a flying needle in his hand. Ruan Lingzheng praised it once, but he put the sachet in his hand and looked at it for a while. He lowered his head and put the sachet around his waist and put it on the table. He said goodbye to Mo Ziyao's embroidered one. His eyes were still lingering on it. Xu Jiufang said, "In the future, I will take this sachet with me day by day and not leave for a moment, okay?"

Mo Ziyao took a low breath and ignored him with a red face.

The two sat in the room chatting for a long time until the sky was getting dark, and Ruan Lingzheng got up reluctantly and left.

Mo Ziyao picked up the sachet knotted by Ruan Lingzheng on the table and smelled it in front of her nose. There was a smell of lotus on it, and then she knew its source - Yunfei.

While Mo Ziyao was meditating, Yunlan brought a pot of hot tea and came in. Seeing that Ruan Lingzheng was no longer there, she put down the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Mo Ziyao and said, "The day has really become fast. It's so cold all of a sudden. I heard that many people have caught the wind and cold because of this! There are many concubines. You should wear more clothes.

"Oh? Which of the concubines has been infected with the wind and cold?

I heard that there are three or four, but the Empress Yunfei is the most serious. It is said that she has a cough and fever all day long, and it is not even easy to get up. The emperor came from her. Didn't the emperor mention it to the Empress?

Mo Ziyao shook her head. Ruan Lingzheng came to her and never mentioned any concubine in front of her. Fu looked down at the sachet again and smiled faintly, "A few days ago, I went to see her and saw that she looked very well. Not long after 49 days, she fell ill. Go and prepare some supplements and go and have a look with me later.

She walked to the stove, raised her hand and threw the sachet into the charcoal fire. She looked down at it being slowly swallowed into a white moe by the flame, and her eyes flashed.