Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 379 Unannounced Visit
Fu Xiuyun didn't want to thoroughly investigate the case of Fu Mingjue's treason, and he didn't want to order him to be executed, but locked him in Zongzheng Temple.Anyone in the court who dared to mention King Jing would be dragged down and punished.

His Majesty intends to save Fu Mingjue's life, and the ministers dare not mention it again, for fear of offending Long Yan.

These few days Yao Xing was bedridden and unable to come to the Tai Hospital, so he gave Sun Fuzhi a chance.

Recently, although Fu Xiuyun's headache symptoms have been alleviated, he often feels tired. After being awakened by a nightmare at night, he would leave Chengming Hall alone like sleepwalking.

Once, the little eunuch in charge of the night watch fell asleep and didn't realize that he had gone out.It wasn't until Director Li came over in person that he realized that the person was missing.

The palace people searched all over the palace, and finally found the distraught Fu Xiuyun in Kunning Palace.

Since then, the night watchmen in Chengming Palace have become extra cautious, for fear that if one is not careful, His Majesty will run out in the middle of the night.

Sun Fuzhi knew clearly that His Majesty's body could not last much longer.
After checking the pulse, he didn't say anything, he just prescribed a prescription to soothe the nerves and invigorate qi, asked for a golden marrow pill, and left Chengming hall.

The ambergris from the cauldron is like mist, lingering on the carved beams and painted buildings, and the breeze blows the curtains, blowing away the residual heat.

Mr. Li brought the boiled medicine to the bed, and reminded softly: "Your Majesty, it's time to drink the medicine."

Fu Xiuyun had sick ashes on his face, coughed twice, did not drink the medicine, but said: "Go and get the Jinsui Pill."

"This——" Mr. Li said hesitantly, "Your Majesty, Doctor Sun said that you don't need to take Jinsui Wan anymore for your illness, and you will be cured after taking two prescriptions for nourishing the spirit."

"I feel dizzy from the smell of this medicine, so I'd better get the Jinsui Wan." Fu Xiuyun insisted.

In desperation, Manager Li had no choice but to fetch the remaining Jin Sui Wan.

After taking a golden marrow pill, Fu Xiuyun finally felt better, and recalling what he said just now, he couldn't help asking: "Why did Sun Fuzhi come here today, and where is Yao Xingzheng?"

"Emperor Yao is sick and unable to face the saint, so the last few days are imperial physicians Sun in the palace."

Fu Xiuyun was not in the mood to care about these things, turned his eyes to look at the dim sky outside the window, stared at it for a long time, and suddenly asked: "How is he doing recently?"

Director Li was stunned, and didn't realize who he was talking about for a while: "Your servant is stupid, I don't know who your majesty is talking about."

Fu Xiuyun stared at the dull sky, and there was a tinge of loneliness in his plain voice: "I haven't heard from Zongzheng Temple for a long time, is Zilin recovering from his injury?"

He couldn't remember exactly what it was like to see Zi Lin for the last time, the only thing that was clear was those terrifyingly silent eyes.

After Zilin was imprisoned, he seldom mentioned this name, and he has not even looked through the files handed over by the Ministry of Punishment.It seems that I am afraid in my heart, but I don't know what I am afraid of.

These days, he feels more and more powerless, and many things that have happened will always be in his mind over and over again at night.

From Kunning Palace to Chonghua Palace, he walked through every place with his intuition. He was familiar with every brick and tile in the palace, but the people he missed left one by one. Those untraceable memories can only be recalled after all. .

The sun was getting lower and lower, but the emperor looking down at the world was like a powerless sunset at this moment, spontaneously giving birth to a sense of despair.

Director Li lowered his eyebrows: "Return to Your Majesty, the wound on the prince's body has already healed, you don't need to worry."

"So soon?"

"Yes, the prince has been in Zongzheng Temple for two full months, and his injury has already healed."

"Two months?" Fu Xiuyun's expression was a little dazed, he didn't expect it to be so long.

Manager Li looked at him worriedly, and said, "Yes, it's already July, and tomorrow will be the Beginning of Autumn."

Fu Xiuyun was slightly stunned for a moment, and after a long time, he supported the bed and got up: "I am confused, I don't know that he has been in Zongzheng Temple for so long."

Hearing this, Director Li felt sour, and quickly supported him: "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

"Zongzheng Temple."

The sky was heavy, and the remaining summer heat in the air was gradually blown away by the breeze. The Zongzheng Temple was quiet, except for the occasional "rustling" sound of the sycamore tree standing in the courtyard.

A lamp was lit in the room, but it wasn't too bright, and two shadows overlapped in front of the window could be vaguely seen.

The ground was covered with yellowed rice paper, Ling Youyao looked at the sky outside and said, "It's getting dark."

"I know," Fu Mingjue remained unmoved, with a serious expression, "Just write for a while."

The injury on his right hand had healed, so he dug out the pen and ink in the study and led Ling Youyao to practice calligraphy all day long.If the words of the two people were only seven points similar before, then now they are nine points similar.

Ling Youyao's eyes fell on his right hand, the nails that had been stripped grew back, the ten fingers were slender, and there were thin calluses on the fingertips left when holding the sword.Such a hand can hold a sword as well as a pen.

During these days in Zongzheng Temple, it was not hard to endure, on the contrary, it became more and more peaceful.

After the last stroke was made, Fu Mingjue did not let go of her.

Ling Youyao looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, someone is here."

The little eunuch who delivered the food today has already come, who will come here at this time?Ling Youyao looked out of the window curiously, and caught a glimpse of a bright yellow skirt flashing under the plane tree.

She suddenly realized, and whispered, "Why did Your Majesty come here suddenly?"

"I don't know, maybe come and have a look."

"Then you want to go out?"

"No." He held Ling Youyao's hand and continued to write in the blank space.

In the past two months, except for the little eunuch who came to deliver meals every day, no one has stepped through that door, and even the imperial guards guarding outside rarely appear. Ling Youyao doesn't understand why Fu Xiuyun came to Zongzheng Temple at this time .

Fu Mingjue didn't intend to go out, and no one from outside came in either.

In fact, Fu Xiuyun wanted to go in and have a look, but when he saw the two shadows in front of the window, he suddenly lost the courage to go forward, so he just stood under the tree, quietly looking at the familiar but unfamiliar figure.

It seemed like several years had passed since the last farewell, Zi Lin would rather suffer punishment than bow to him.

Fu Xiuyun often thinks that he just bowed his head and admitted his mistake. Is it really that difficult for him?
The night was getting dark, and sometimes the wind blew coolly. Mr. Li gently tied the cloak on him, and persuaded him gently: "Your Majesty, why don't you let the servants go in and make a report?"

"No, I have nothing to say to him." Fu Xiuyun stubbornly refused with a condensed expression.

Manager Li sighed silently, and didn't try to persuade him any more.

Fu Xiuyun stood here for a long time, and the person in front of the window didn't move a bit.Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a gust of wind suddenly blew up on the flat ground, making the shadows of the trees whirling, and a piece of rice paper full of words fell from the sky and landed at his feet.

Fu Xiuyun paused, bent down to pick it up, and when he saw the above sentence, the blood in his whole body seemed to freeze at this moment, and the grief buried deep in his heart was suddenly aroused.

I saw it said: "Four seasons, the sun and the moon, everything has its own permanence, the autumn wind has come together, and all the vegetation is frost." '
This is the first poem he taught Zi Lin
(End of this chapter)