Qingchuan History

Chapter 888 Thousand Days Blood Disease

Summer is in full bloom in the northern country, but the sun has been shining for days, but this day ushered in a storm.

After Jing Tingge came back, he didn't live in Jingshuiwu, because it was too far away from the Imperial Palace, and if something happened, it would be too late to know and make decisions.

But you can't directly live in the Imperial Palace.Murong Xun mentioned it, she was not allowed to sleep on the dragon couch, but Ju Piandian—how could it be decent?She is neither a concubine nor a maidservant, and does not belong to the harem at all.

So I went to Yinliu Zhai which was the closest to the Imperial Palace, and it was only half a stick of incense to walk.When the huge raindrops hit the roof and fell into Jing Tingge's ears, she was a little dizzy.

"What time is it?"

"Mr. Hui, just entered the Wei Dynasty." Xiu Luan replied outside the screen.

That was still lunch time.How do you feel that it's been a long time since you finished lunch?
"Have I had lunch yet?" he asked.

Xiu Luan chuckled, "Mr. fell asleep again. I didn't get up until half past one today, so I said I only had one meal. It was at three o'clock in the afternoon."

Jing Tingge sang, and heard the sound of the rain hitting the roof of the palace getting louder, and wanted to ask again, but heard the shout outside, "Your Majesty is here".

She was too lazy to move, and she was still lying there, thinking that she really looked like a concubine who was spoiled and proud, and finally felt a little bit unbearable, so she stood up.

"Okay." Murong Xun didn't know the pace, and immediately walked around the screen to come to him, "How is today? Did you vomit blood again?"

Jing Tingge was sleepy and didn't answer, and said respectfully through the screen:

"Return to Your Majesty, once after dinner."

Murong Xun frowned, "How much?"

"Same as usual, a small half of a brocade handkerchief."

"The gang from the Imperial Medical Bureau should be dismissed! Come on!"

There was a rumble outside.

"Decree! The Imperial Medical Bureau is not doing well, and Mr. Jing has passed his illness—" Stopping here, looking back at Jing Tingge, "How many days has it been?"

"You think I've stayed in the palace for a long time, and you are in a hurry to bombard me."

It's been ten years, knowing that she was talking ironically and teasing, or should it be called sarcasm, but he still couldn't take it, and said for a moment: "Then what should we do? They don't do anything, you vomit blood every day, and I just watch like this?"

"It's beyond the norm to live in this Yinliu Zhai to recuperate, and there are constant imperial meals every day. The imperial physicians in the palace surround me alone, and the empress is pregnant—"

This time she was wrong.This is the last thing to mention.

Cheeky as Jing Tingge also felt embarrassed, coughed and turned away: "Enough battle, that's enough. It's not their fault that it can't be cured."

"It's just vomiting blood, and it's not poisoning. How could it become a chronic disease? How much blood is in your body enough to vomit, if this continues, will it be okay?!"

From the imperial doctor's order to the apricot masters in the palace, they actually made it very clear: Mr. Jing's disease seemed to be sudden, and it was caused by continuous lack of food, sleep, and overwork in Mianzhou. Excessive use of heart and brain, never a real rest, once an outbreak occurs, thousands of days and nights of wear and tear all come to the door.

As for whether it is thousands of days, ten years, or 20 years from the beginning of academic studies, no one can tell for sure.Jing Tingge knows a lot about himself, and he has never cared about his short life and long life. He is too lazy to talk about it, but he does his best to support it.

"Life and death are fate. No matter how you shout, the King of Hades wants me to die on the third watch, how can I stay until the fifth watch?"

"Bah, bah, bah!" Murong Xun was already strong and strong, but this string of bah was particularly loud.

Jing Tingge disliked it, and looked up at him, "Do you still pass on the decree?"

Frustrated, Murong Xun waved his hands and said, "No, no more."

Jing Tingge glanced outside again, "People are still waiting at the door."

Murong Xun had no choice but to yell and retreat, and heard that only the palace servants had retreated, and said to the screen: "You also retreat."

Since Mr. Jing moved here, Jun Shang has been here every day, and the two of them have been alone in the same room for countless times, and everyone has already seen it.

Even Jing Tingge himself didn't bother to care about it.

After the door was closed, he took off his shoes and got on the couch with ease, taking him into his arms with ease—even the position was precise, Jing Tingge's head just rested on his second rib.

"Is lunch to your liking? How do you feel now?"

"Sleepy, want to sleep." The midsummer torrential rain clanged powerfully, and although it was not neat when hitting the palaces, there was an inexplicable rhythm, which made people sleepy.

"Then get some sleep. I woke up early and I'm sleepy."

All the officials were imprisoned in the mansion, and there was no court meeting at all. He got up early every day to receive all kinds of news from midnight, and then made decisions, and occasionally deployed—the two armies have been stalemate so far, and there is a tacit understanding that neither of them will use force, because the strength of the troops is quite equal. , once a war starts, it will be extremely tragic regardless of the outcome, and the war between the southern border and Qi State has just subsided.

It is necessary to thoroughly confirm the temporary pacification of foreign aggression before civil strife can be lifted.

At the same time, both sides are also looking forward to, considering, and planning a certain way to avoid bloodshed.

Huo Yan's arrival in Cangwu has become a time point that seems inexplicable at first glance, but is actually of great significance.

They are all waiting for this moment.

"Have you visited her today?" After all, she woke up late, even though Jing Tingge was dizzy, she couldn't fall asleep easily.

"Yeah. She lost so much weight that she refused to eat. After meeting her, she begged me to let her father and brother go."

It was Huo Weiwei.On the day of Jing Tingge's return, after dealing with Huo Qi, she was arrested from the northern army camp and brought into the palace, where she was kept locked up.

"Let's see how her father and brother choose next. If you know the current affairs, you don't need her to ask for it."

He didn't hear Murong Xun come back.

She waited for a while, then fed again, but there was still no sound, so she had to look up.

Good guy, fell asleep at this very moment!The throne is almost gone, but I can still sleep, sleep so fast!

She was speechless, she stared at his face and scolded him for being an idiot, remembering to let him sleep well, it was very hard, so she could only hold on, listening to the sound of rain, she was lost in thought.

Gradually, he also felt dizzy, his eyes were heavy, and at a certain moment, he finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell asleep again.

This sleep came at dusk.

It was as if she wanted to make up for the sleep she had lost for several years in one breath.

I didn't wake up naturally at dusk, it was the guards who reported loudly outside, and it was extremely urgent.

Murong Xun was woken up by Jing Tingge, his expression was still dazed, but he acted quickly, he went out in an instant, it was dark and he still didn't come to drink Liuzhai.

Calculating the time, it will only be two days before Huo Yan returns, so it's almost here?

Thinking of this, Jing Tingge couldn't stay still anymore, got up and put on his clothes and went out.

After the torrential rain in June, the air was dizzyingly fresh, the clouds were scattered, and the stars were brighter than the clear night, so that the whole night was filled with a kind of clarity that did not belong to darkness.

Both dark and bright, like the eyes of Shangguan Yan.

As soon as this thought came out, her heart beat wildly, and those peach blossom eyes appeared in her mind at the right time, lingering and lingering.

It was very close to the imperial palace, she didn't pay attention because she was distracted, and she didn't see another guard running towards this side, but she noticed it before her and reminded her softly.

The guards bowed respectfully when they passed by her, and continued to go to the Imperial Palace.

Called by Jing Tingge: "What's the matter?"

According to the rules, it is necessary to report to the emperor first, and there is absolutely no reason to inform the ministers in advance.But maybe because the other party is Jingting Ge, or because the matter is not a military report, it can only be regarded as a vision, the guard thought for a while, and replied:

"Mr. Hui's words, the city suddenly started to light up lamps, all over the sky. Some people said that they were the magic lamps of the Bai Kingdom."

Jing Tingge was stunned.

When Ruan Xueyin promoted Duan Xirun to the throne in Yunshui, the last step was to light the magic lamp—where did it come from?I found it at Shangguan Banquet.

Inexplicably, he recalled that year's Daqi Tianchang Festival, when the crowds were surging, he hugged her from behind, saying that the people who watched the fireworks that night would be inseparable in this life.

The fireworks are as bright as stars and snow, and they are also like magic lamps, taking away the wishes of the world.

She turned around abruptly.

"Sir, the Imperial Palace is at—"

"Go to Chenxiang Terrace."

The plain and simple Chenxiang Terrace has not changed for a hundred years, and it is especially open on such a good night.The master and servant went up the stairs, and when the first magic lamp under the starry sky entered his eyes, Xiu Luan's eyes widened.

Then the second, third, five, eight, and more than ten lights have already spread all over the air, just like the guard said, only because their sight was blocked by the high platform, they couldn't see everything at a glance, the more they climbed, the more they saw.

Each has its own shape and colorful colors, which are extremely brightly reflected by the firelight, covering the stars and the moon.

In the past, when the Bai Kingdom held a female monarch, they used the magic lamp as a sign, and often sang along with the court before them. They were very aware of these things, and immediately became vigilant: "Sir, this can't be a thief—"

Jing Tingge, for the first time in history, didn't think about it, and was determined to go to the official banquet, just to put the lights on.

Like a hint, but also like a real goodbye.

A heart turmoil surged over that was stronger than in the carriage a few days ago.

- If it wasn't for Murong, if it wasn't for A Yan, you would have chosen him.

On the night of parting ways in the pagoda tree forest, Ruan Xueyin finally couldn't hold back.

Jingting Song still didn't answer. Words like "if not" seemed a bit extravagant in her life.

Another summer, when the south wind blows in summer, the wind comes from the south and blows to the north. The Chenxiang Terrace sits facing south, and the magic lamps float towards Jingting Ge because of the wind direction.

On the magic lamps with different shapes and colors, the patterns and characters are the same: pure white gardenia, three flowers in each branch, two of which are budding and one is in full bloom.

She and Shangguan Yan are the only ones in the world who can understand it.

Because that one was the one with the best posture and the longest opening in their room throughout the spring and summer of that year.

The text is no longer read.Jing Tingge deliberately didn't look at it, but Xiu Luan caught a lamp just in front of him, and recognized every word:

"The south wind knows what I want, blowing dreams to Xizhou."

This sentence caught my ears, and the hole that had been covered up in Jing Tingge's heart suddenly became visible, the frightening emptiness, the emptiness made one feel pain in the chest.

"Can it be solved?"

But he heard a deep voice behind him, it was Murong Xun who took the lamp from Xiu Luan's hand and looked at it seriously.

Jing Tingge didn't belong to Shensi, and turned around after a while, "What?"

"This lamp, this painting, and this poem." He looked serious, "Is it related to the monarchy and the greatness of the world at Jidu?"

(End of this chapter)