Yijuan cloud

Chapter 267 He is gentle and petty
As soon as November came, the weather started to get colder.

The room is warm, probably because the ground dragon and charcoal pot were used early.

The reason why I knew it was cold was because every time Liang Xianyi came in from outside to see me, the coldness on his body would not go away for a while.

The scent of cold grassland dew mixed with sandalwood slowly approaches like flowing water, filling the nose endlessly.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of cool hands touched my cheeks and brushed my hair so that it wouldn't be messy at all.

He would also hold my hand, smell and kiss it.

He would rub my limbs that were collapsed on the bed.

While doing these things, he would occasionally speak suddenly, and Xu Xu would talk about something, from the court to the grassland... He just didn't mention our previous entanglements, let alone Fan Li or the war.

They are all trivial things.

It is unimaginable that such a noble, cold and arrogant person could have such a gentle and carefree side.

But I had seen through him, and I couldn't bear it for a moment. I wished I could get up and leave far away.

Sometimes, I almost thought I could break free from the shackles of my frail body, but when I thought about waking up and going back to the palace, I suppressed the energy in my chest again.

Even after he left, there was still a lingering presence in the room.

However, the windows and doors were closed tightly, and not a trace of cold wind could come in. I could only shout to Linghua in my heart, open the window and go out!Open the window and take a walk!
It's a pity that I can't speak.

In a moment of anxiety, tears fell from the corners of his eyes again.

Linghua quickly wiped away my tears, stayed beside me, and whispered nervously: "Cirrus, Cirrus, your wound hurts? Or...are you about to wake up? You can hear us talking, right? ?Don't be sad, Xing'er's coffin has been transported back to your hometown. General Fan has also left for Nanzhao, and his official salary is still the same. Mr. Lin also sent a letter saying that his family has offered sesame oil to pray for you in the temple. ...Everything will be fine. When you are sick, don't think about it. Recuperate first. Cirrus, did you hear that..."

The snowstorm in northern Xinjiang is coming, and the imperial court cannot do without the emperor, so the army has to return to the court.

I heard that Liang Xianyi told the palace attendants who were waiting for me about the travel matters. I must bring everything I use with me. He also ordered Linghua to be the maid in charge. Everything must be done with Linghua's nod.

After packing for several days, I became increasingly depressed.

Thinking about it, one day I wake up and I will be in the palace, which is even more terrifying than being trapped in my own body right now.

The night before leaving, I suddenly felt like bursts of fire were burning in my body, and this feeling gradually became stronger.

Linghua, perhaps sensing something was wrong with me, was startled when she touched my forehead, and quickly sent someone to ask Lao Hu to come over.

Liang Xianyi came faster than Lao Hu, and his cold palm touched my forehead.

In a daze, I heard him commanding in a deep voice: "Pass to Dr. Li! Pass to Hu Yishou——"

His hand on my forehead was trembling slightly, but the coolness made me feel very comfortable.

In a daze, it was like he was in the Yehuling military camp. He had just returned from the Tumote tribe and walked towards me in the cold night. He was carrying the breath of cold dew on the grassland, and the cold chill was on my neck and in my ears. Call my name solemnly, as if it were two great words.

I fell asleep again.

After I regained my consciousness, I heard Lao Hu's voice: "She is lucky to be alive! If she goes through this again, her life will be at risk!"

Liang Xianyi said: "The carriage built by special craftsmen is just like a room inside. It drives slowly every day, and it is no different from lying here. Doctor Li, what do you think?"

"Reporting to the emperor, my master suffered heavy injuries, lost too much blood, and narrowly escaped death. He is still unconscious today. He has another illness today, which is really dangerous. And the weather outside is cold. Even if you go out for a ride, you will inevitably have to work hard. What if it happens again? It’s windy and cold, and the situation is unpredictable.”

Linghua cried and said: "Please, Your Majesty, be considerate of the girl. How can she withstand the torment? As soon as I went out, I saw that it was snowing outside. The girl couldn't see a breath of wind, not to mention the cold weather. It was better to stay alone." It won't be too late for the girl to return to the palace when spring comes next year." On the second day, my fever went away, and I felt good and bad.

The army's departure was delayed for one day.

Liang Xianyi still hasn't made up his mind.

It wasn't until Zhong Ming came to see the emperor in the afternoon that he said that if he didn't set off tomorrow, the wind and snow would get stronger and the road would be blocked by snow, making it even more difficult for the army to move.

After hearing this, Liang Xianyi was silent for a long time and said, "Tomorrow, the teacher will return to Beijing."

I finally stayed in Northern Xinjiang.

Most of the time, I fell into a deep sleep. Occasionally I woke up and tried to open my eyes.

At this time, Linghua would be in my ear and keep talking happily. But when the palace servants who stayed came in to serve me, she stopped saying a word.

And even in my daze, I knew that I couldn't reveal anything in front of those palace people and just pretended to have no reaction at all.

When I am particularly awake, I will wonder, where is Nanzhao and how far is it from Northern Xinjiang?But I still can’t think clearly.

In a blink of an eye, spring is here.

Liang Xianyi came to visit the north again and stayed there for more than a month.

Fortunately, he did not mention the matter of my returning to the palace this time, nor did he order anyone to pack my bags.

I guess he saw that I looked much better than before, and heard Linghua say that although I was in a coma, I probably knew in my heart that I wanted to live here, so my health got better, so why not just let me stay here? Keep it in Northern Xinjiang. When you wake up, go back to the palace.

After hearing her words, Liang Xianyi said coldly: "Your master doesn't want to go back to the palace, so you don't want to go back to the palace, right?"

I almost gasped.

But I heard Linghua say: "Your Majesty, the slave is not willing to return to the palace, but what does the slave think? It doesn't matter. This slave's life is picked up, it doesn't matter if you don't want it. But the slave is devoted to the girl's body." Intend."

Liang Xianyi said: "I, no matter what you think, don't mention this kind of thing again."

He threatened Linghua this time, and I thought he must be going back to the palace this time. Unexpectedly, a month later, he went back to Beijing without saying a word about taking me back to the palace.

Sudiya also often came to visit me. After Liang Xianyi left, she rushed over again happily.

As soon as he entered the door, he started talking loudly.

It was as if I was not in a coma and still looked like a normal person.

I was woken up from my sleep by her laughter and listened to her speaking loudly.

She said that a city built by their Tumut tribe has been completed.This time Liang Xianyi visited the north and personally named it "Guihua City".

However, the people in the city like to call it Qingcheng, because the city walls are all made of green bricks, and from a distance, they can see a large area of ​​green.

Sudiya said: "There are many vendors and brokers in the market, including wine sellers, leather goods sellers, food and drink, and it is lively and prosperous. Miss Lin, you will like it if you see it. Really, wake up quickly, don't Sleep again."

I imagined what that Qingcheng looked like for a while, and after thinking about it, I fell asleep again.

On this day, Linghua whispered in my ear: "Cirrus, a stone in your heart can finally fall to the ground. Jiang Chujie is dead. Senior Hu has been hanging for so long and suffered so much." , or dead."

(End of this chapter)