The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Moral 1686
She was in a dilemma, Murong Xi's eyes dimmed, and he smiled encouragingly: "You don't need to answer, I came today to hear you play a leaf whistle, a cheerful tune, and I will use the guqin to make peace with you .”

"it is good."

He was depressed, maybe music could heal him a little bit.

Tang Nineteen went out, broke off a leaf, put it in his mouth, and played a tune together, a nursery rhyme. Murong Xi sat cross-legged in front of the piano table, listened to it again, plucked the strings, and Tang Nineteen, Cooperate harmoniously.

Over and over again, no one has the intention to stop, maybe thousands of words, all in silence.

Tang Nineteen didn't know how to comfort him, this was the best way she could think of.

Everything is like going back to that autumn afternoon many years ago. At that time, everyone was still there, and Prince Yi's Mansion was the host, inviting all princes and Murong Xi brothers and sisters to go on an autumn outing by the Zhijiang River.

Tang Nineteen couldn't talk with them, so he took Bitao to find some peace and quiet, and took a nap in the nearby maple forest.

Bi Tao was playing with the kite alone. There was no wind that day, and the kite couldn't fly. She ran farther and farther, and her back was full of happiness.

Tang Nineteen leaned against the shade of a tree, closed his eyes for a nap, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, opened his eyes, and saw Murong Xi standing in the light and shadow, dressed in white clothes that surpassed the snow, smiling warmly and softly, Bai Yuerlang.

She invited him to take a "seat", on the soft grass, the two chatted about family affairs, he mentioned that it was his mother's concubine's birthday, she folded a leaf whistle, sent a happy birthday song, and wished his mother's concubine a happy birthday .

At that time, the sky was so blue, the lake water was so clear, and a breeze brought a faint fragrance of flowers. It really complied with that sentence, and the years are quiet and beautiful.

Today, things are different.

Half of the people who gathered that day died, and few of those who were alive were truly happy.

Look at Murong Xi, the elegant and gentle man back then, but in the past three years, the corners of his eyes have become wrinkled, looking carefully, his temples are also lightly dyed with a few strands of white hair.

Life is not easy for anyone.

A ensemble played until Tang Shijiu's mouth was dry and he couldn't make a sound.

Murong Xi got up from the piano mat, walked up to Tang Nineteen, stretched out his hand, and gently embraced her in his arms: "Tonight, you can leave the palace, I have already sent someone to arrange your future life."

"If I don't want to go."

"I can't protect you anymore."

Tang Nineteen chuckled: "Then don't protect me, I'm not that weak, let me stay, I'm leaving, what should you do alone?"

Murong Xi hugged Tang Nineteen's arm, trembling slightly, Tang Nineteen heard his voice became deeper and hoarse, trembling with a trace of depression: "I'm so useless."

Tang Nineteen reached out and patted his back lightly: "Don't say that, you are a good monarch who loves the country and the people, and your people will understand you."

"Nineteen, leave me."

"It's impossible for me to leave you at this time. How can I be a white-eyed wolf and leave you when you need your friends the most? Help me send Tangtang out. If the road ahead is destined to be full of thorns , muddy and bumpy, I will accompany you, but Tangtang is still too young."

"You go with Tangtang."

"It's not the most desperate time yet. If it really gets to the point of dying, I still cherish my little life. If you don't tell me when the time comes, I might be the first to pat my ass and run away. "

She can't run away, she can't be happy in life, and she can't be afraid of death. For a friend, it's moral and righteous.

(End of this chapter)