Chapter 162 Jade Trace 7

Three or two sounds, messy. The door of the hall is closed, and the moss slips and the dust accumulates.

The rain outside the window is pattering. I looked at the bead curtain from the eaves and listened to the crispness of the accumulated water. I was particularly quiet. Cross the rain curtain and look at the green mountains in the distance, surrounded by a thin layer of smoke, like a dream. I sighed millions of times in my heart. Things are different and things are unpredictable. There are always so many things in people's life that I can't understand, and there are always so many regrets and reluctances.

The rose that was originally placed on the window sill has grown up, and I ordered someone to move it to the courtyard. It blooms a lot and fades slowly. I've been tired of seeing its pink, as if the vows I once persisted have made me sleepy. At the same time, the palace pink plum in the courtyard fell on the branches because of the rain. The pink warmth faded into pale after the cold washing of the rain, and spread on the moist earth floated away with the fine streams of rain, reflecting the gray of the sky. This color seemed to be offering something. A rain took away the whole spring. If you want to see the beautiful scenery of rotten flowers again, you can only wait for another winter, and perhaps, the flowers planted here next spring are no longer palace pink plums or pink roses, and the owner of the palace has never been happy.

Since Li Shimin left that day, he sent four maids of honor to Deqing Palace, but the Deqing Palace was not more lively because of a few more people. Instead, it always remained silent. Only the maids of honor asked me the most usual questions every day, which were ruthless and boring.

I lowered my eyelids and leaned in front of the palace door to look at the rain in the courtyard. I was covered with a fox skin cloak, but there was still a cool wetness coming in. In the corridor, a maid of honor came back and reported three feet away: "Mother, Yan Zhaoyi and Mu Zhaoyuan outside the door are begging to see you."

I glanced at the door slowly and said softly, "I'm resting. Please go back."

The maid of honor was stunned, raised her head with happiness, and hesitated to say, "Yan Zhaoyi and Mu Zhaoyuan have come for the third time. Both of them said that they would definitely see the Empress today, otherwise they would not leave."

I closed my eyes, leaned my head on the bench, and said quietly, "Go and tell them that when I am better, I will catch up with them."

The maid of honor answered and turned around and said back.

In the past few days, it was not only Yan Jingwen and Muyan who invited Nianer to the palace four times, but I still refused to go back when I arrived at the gate of Deqing Palace. It's not that I don't want to see them, but Qing'er's death completely gave me a profound warning. I hope anyone can live a safe life and don't let her get close to you. Moreover, Qing'er's death was a big blow to me. She has been with me for so many years, and this time she was framed in order to complete my order. Although she is my maid of honor, she is also a sister. From Chengqian Hall to Deqing Palace, from helping to loyal service, she is my close friend, more like my sister. . Now, she died because of me, but I can't get justice for her. At the same time, I resent what Li Shimin has done. I'm so sad and powerless. I really don't want to see anyone explain anything. I just want to stay alone in this quiet and cold place, let me calm down for a while and let me rest. For a moment.

Two days later, as soon as the Shang Pharmaceutical Bureau brought the soup, Li Shimin came in from the outside and saw that I was taking the medicine, so he sat on the chair next to the couch and watched me drink up the medicine. After the maid took down the empty medicine bowl, Li Shimin came forward and sat by my bed and asked me if I felt better. I would lean my back on the pillow and said gently with a smile, "I'm drowsy all day long, but I'm more relieved than before."

Li Shimin answered, stroked my forehead with his palm, and gently pinched my frown. At this time, a maid outside suddenly stepped out and worshipped and said, "Your Majesty, Song Fengyu knows the Empress's illness best. Why don't you let Song Fengyu come and have a try?"

I stared at the maid angrily and looked at Li Shimin nervously. After I fell ill, Li Shimin did not recruit Song Yi to see the doctor, but called another Fengyu of the Shang Pharmaceutical Bureau. He still has that idea about me and Song Yi, which makes me sneer from the bottom of my heart. The maid of honor who spoke has been there since I entered the Deqing Palace, and she didn't know the knot between the three of us. These words made me a little angry. Unexpectedly, Li Shimin did not get angry as I expected. Instead, he stood quietly and turned his eyes to me. When I touched his eyes, I trembled slightly, turned my head and closed my eyes. The temple was surprisingly quiet, but after a while, he heard him command below: "Song Fengyu!"

A maid of honor ran out of the hall, and then I heard Li Shimin say, "I dropped the bill."

I was stunned and looked up. I saw the maids put down the gauze tent and the pearl curtain on the outside. I looked at Li Shimin puzzledly. He squeezed his lips tightly and stared at me. It was not until Song Yi came to Deqing Palace that I knew what Li Shimin wanted to do.

The maid bowed into the curtain and carefully tied a thin line to my wrist. Song Yi at that end had stood a few feet away, holding another line and standing quietly. The hall was silent, and no one dared to breathe again. Li Shimin also looked back and forth between me and Song Yi, with awe. Finally, Song Yi nod to the maid next to her, who turned into the curtain and untied the thread that tied me. Li Shimin walked outside and asked about the result. Song Yi motioned the other side to speak, and I hurriedly stopped the two and asked them to speak here.

Song Yi hesitated not to speak. Li Shimin looked in my direction and nodded. I heard Song Yi say, "To tell the truth, the Empress Defei is a relapse of the old disease, can't eat appetite, and has a heart disease."

Li Shimin asked in a low voice, "How to cure it?"

Song Yi paused and said, "Go back to the emperor, I'm afraid it can't be cured." Then, he urgently explained respectfully to Li Shimin, who was about to speak, "In fact, every disease cannot be fully recovered, and there is a possibility of recurrence. The Empress Defei asked for treatment 20 years ago. At that time, her condition also improved, but the disease was born from the heart. People's emotions can easily affect all parts of the body, and it is very likely to have new diseases and recover from the old diseases.

Li Shimin was silent, as if recalling, and then asked helplessly and worriedly, "So what do you think?"

Song Yi blessed me in the account, but said to Li Shimin, "I first issued two medicine lists for the Empress Defei, one for the stomach and the other for health. The disease is born from the heart, and I also ask the Empress Defei to maintain a good attitude and avoid long-term illness.

Li Shimin nodded and waved his hand to allow him to go out to dispense medicine, while Song Yi lowered his head and asked, "Your Majesty, I have something to ask for. Gu, the wife of Weichen, wants to join the Shang Pharmacy.

Li Shimin knows the relationship between Nian'er and me, and how can he not know the purpose of Nian'er's want to stay in the palace? He turned around and stared at me through the curtain, and the bead curtain put his eyes outside. I don't know what his mood is. The silence at this moment is guessing my intention or hesitating whether to follow my heart or help me. Finally, he answered in a low voice: "Yes!"

Hearing this, I felt a dull pain in my heart. I was sick in bed. Li Shimin cared a lot about me, but he should know that there was a reason for it, and he completely regarded it as a cloud. I couldn't swallow this breath. I really couldn't swallow it. I straightened my waist and looked at the bronze mirror on the opposite makeup table, which reflected the haggard face. Am I so useless? I held the bedding tightly and vowed to make myself strong!