"Your Royal Highness!"
In the palace corridor not far away, aftertaste just passed by. Seeing a weak standing alone at the door of the bedroom hall, he was startled and quickly led him to the side.
She squatted down, took out a piece of sugar from her sleeve pocket and put it in ah weak's mouth: "Your Majesty doesn't allow anyone to disturb you. If you offend him, you will be punished."
The candy melted between the lips and teeth, but ah Wen didn't feel sweet at all.
He sobbed: "aunt aftertaste, I want to see my granny..."
Aftertaste thinking of Nanbao clothes, heart can not help a burst of colic.
She forced to endure tears, and with a smile, she led ah weak: "the empress is still recovering. When she has recovered, she will see you. Didn't your highness always want to show her swordsmanship? If you practice hard, she will see it in the future. "
Ah weak didn't believe her.
He broke away the hand of aftertaste, stood in the same place, lifted his sleeve to wipe his tears, and refused to go.
Aftertaste had to coax him: "the little princess is crying badly. Your majesty can't take care of her. You are her elder brother. You have to take care of your younger sister, don't you? Let's go. I'll show you my sister. "
Mentioning little ah Chou, ah weak's tears stopped a little.
Yes, if father takes care of mother, no one will take care of sister.
He is also an indomitable little gentleman. He should take good care of his sister.
A weak don't cry, sentimentally looked at the eyes closed bedroom door, just obediently with aftertaste left.
The cold wind rolled up the dead leaves and the snow was blown off the branches.
A withered five petaled plum blossom whirled into the palace corridor and fell into the gap under the door of the bedroom like a peep. It touched the blazing inside and quietly shook away the snow on the stamens.
There is a strong earthworm burning in the bedroom. The temperature is hotter than that at the turn of spring and summer. Because the doors and windows are closed, the heat is full of suffocation, as if it is breathless.
The light and shadow are dim, the outer hall is in a mess, bookshelves fall to the ground, memorials are torn, expensive antique jades are smashed all over the ground, the air is full of strong smoke smell, and the gold silk woven cashmere carpet is full of soot. All the way to the inner hall, it suddenly stops outside the bead curtain.
The bead curtain is like a natural moat, separating two different worlds.
The inner hall is luxurious and clean.
On the red sandalwood mirror stage, there are exquisite Rouge powder beads and hairpin jewelry, and a fresh golden hibiscus flower is carefully inserted in the white jade bottle.
The Dragon tent of gold weaving cloud yarn is rolled up with gold hooks. The brocade quilt with black dragon pattern embroidered in vermilion is meticulous. Nanbao clothes sleep on this dragon couch.
Obviously, she is ill, but her long black hair scattered between the pillows is still smooth and bright as silk, her small face is pale and delicate, and her slightly raised eyelashes drop two traces of shadow on her cheek. Although she is ill, it adds to the delicate charm she does not usually have.
In the dreary silence, suddenly there is a rough piano sound.
The man in plain white bedroom clothes is sitting on the windowsill lazily, without shoes and socks, and I don't know how many days he hasn't washed well. The collar is loose and open, and a black hair band is perfunctorily tied up the messy and fluffy ponytail. As he lowers his head and dials the three strings, the broken hair on his forehead falls in front of his cheek, covering his eyes.
His cuffs were rolled up at will, his wrists were thin but still strong, and there were several circles of semi old red rope around his wrists, and a coin was strung on the red rope.
He played three strings with great patience.
Occasionally when I look up at the Dragon couch, the long and narrow Danfeng eyes are cold and dark.
It seems that no one can be seen into such a pair of eyes except the girl on the Dragon couch.
One song is over.
Xiao Yi took Sanxian to the Dragon couch and looked at the girl with a hoarse voice: "nanjiaojiao, I know a lot. With my hands, I can not only carry the sword for the country, but also play the piano for you. If you wake up, I can make up and brush your eyebrows. Do you believe it or not? "
The girl on the Dragon couch is sleeping quietly.
No one answered him.
Xiao Yi closed his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were ferocious and red.
He turned around and carried Sanxian to the outer hall.
Violently, he opened the bead curtain, turned his back to the inner hall, and suddenly smashed the three strings on the white jade floor tile.
Sanxian gave out a harsh shudder clang.
The body of the Qin was destroyed, and the strings broke. However, for him, the valuable Guqin of the former dynasty was just a little thing to please nanjiaojiao. Since it was useless, it would be useless to destroy it.
It seems that he still can't calm his mind. He strides to the hall, overturns the Bogu shelves, bookcases and other furniture to the ground in one breath, and even kicks several feet. Shengsheng breaks the solid red sandalwood bookcase, and kicks his feet with blood.
He had no expression on his face. He wiped the blood on his feet on the carpet at random, and then turned back to the inner hall.
With red eyes, he held nanbaoyi in his arms without saying a word. He lowered his head to kiss the top of her hair. His rough palms trembled. The sadness in Danfeng's eyes almost overflowed
Just as he slowly closed his eyes, there was a heavy knock on the door. Jiang suihan was very excited and cried out: "brother Xiao, let us in. The national teacher said there was a way to wake up nanxiaowu!"
Xiao Yi still closed his eyes.He didn't believe a word of poinsettia.
There was a commotion outside the hall.
Poinsettia and Jiang suihan drive away Shiku and other bodyguards and break into the bedroom regardless.
Looking at nanbaoyi, Jiang suihan couldn't hide his excitement: "brother Xiao, the national teacher said that there is a snow mountain named Baishou on the north side of the Great Wall. On the top of the mountain there is a Taoist temple built by an expert of the world. There are many strange flowers and plants in the temple. One of them is called Jieyou, which can kill the dead with flesh and bones!"
Poinsettia threw off the dust: "the solution to worry only lives on the top of mountain wind and snow. It blooms in 50 years and bears fruit in 50 years. Good apprentice, you are lucky. In another six years, you will be able to solve your worries. When the time comes, I'll pick some fruit for my younger martial sister. Are you worried that she won't wake up? "
Xiao Yi's eyes moved.
The breeze of the eye lightly swept a poinsettia of the eye, he smiles like spring breeze, it is difficult to judge what he said is true or false.
He didn't believe that Poinsettia was so kind.
He said: "even if there is a strange medicine, nanjiaojiao now water rice not into, all rely on Dan medicine continued life, six years, she can last six years?"
Every day, every night
Whenever he picked up nanjiaojiao, he felt that his little girl seemed thin again.
He's afraid. He's afraid that if he can't find a way, she's gone
Poinsettia laughed.
"What's the difficulty?" he said? It's better to send my younger martial sister to baishoushan after spring. There is a crystal coffin in Baishou mountain. The material is about the same as that of Jinling dragon palace. If you lie in it, you can continue to live without eating or drinking. It's very suitable for younger martial sister - "
without losing your voice, a sharp blade roars in front of you!
Poinsettia to avoid in time.
Xiao Yi's face was expressionless: "I knew you were cheating me again. It's false to relieve worries. It's true to deceive me to send nanjiaojiao away from afar! "
Thief and Taoist
Poinsettia wants to hit him.
He is a good master when he is asked for help.
When he loses his temper, he becomes a thief!
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