Pihanjin

She turned around and left the imperial study.

The palace lantern was dimly lit, illuminating the dim corridor in front of her feet. In the air, there is the fragrance of magnolia flowers blooming in nowhere. She walked out of Yuanchen Palace without paying any attention. Just behind her, under the shadow of the trees and flowers, stood quietly the figure of a young boy.

In the imperial study room, there was a suppressed cough again, intermittently, mixed with the low voice of the eunuch's prayer.

"...Your Majesty, you coughed up blood just now, so please ask the imperial doctor..."

With a "smack", the bowl fell to the ground and shattered—or the emperor finally got impatient and swept it to the ground in anger.

The surroundings became quiet.

A moment later, when another coughing sound came out, a look of resentment and unbearableness flashed across the eyes of the little boy.

He closed his eyes, finally walked out of the night shadow, stepped up the palace steps, and knocked on the hidden door.

"Father, when we were studying, we encountered something unclear. I wanted to come here to ask the godfather. I don't want to encounter the father's physical discomfort..."

He glanced at the **** who was squatting on the ground picking up pieces of the medicine bowl, and knelt down to the man opposite him who was looking up at him.

"Please put your body first." He bowed his head and said.

In this place, in addition to the queen, the prince is another person who can go in and out without notice. When the **** saw him coming at this time, if he encountered a savior, he hurriedly knelt down and pleaded in a low voice.

The emperor slowly put down the memorial in his hand and remained silent. The young man ordered the **** to call the doctor, and the **** got up and ran out.

After a while, several imperial physicians arrived, and after carefully treating the emperor, they gathered together, discussed a prescription, and said, "Why don't you ask the queen to take a look..."

"Don't bother her. You must be."

The emperor showed a tired look and said lightly.

The imperial physicians looked at each other and backed away.

The little boy left in front of the royal family, he asked the emperor to rest early, and respectfully retire under the emperor's smiling and gratified gaze.

He exited the hall, walked down the palace steps step by step, turned his head, and looked at the lights behind the doors and windows.

Mu Fulan returned to the Ziwei Palace.

The blood that kept surging in the body, until this moment, seems to be unable to calm down, forcing people's eyes to be warm and sad.

She sat alone under the lamp for a long time, Fang gradually calmed down, asked the time, and the palace man said it was three quarters of the Hai Shi.

It was almost time, and she thought of Xi'er who lived in the side hall.

After entering the palace, he was more diligent than before, often reading at night with the light on, and several times, he was caught by Mu Fulan and still couldn't put it down in the middle of the night.

At this moment, she suddenly wanted to see him. Even if he is asleep, it is good to be able to see his sleeping face.

After all, God treated her well, and let this child accompany her to this world. Many times, when she was helpless, when she saw this child, her heart seemed to have a clear direction and found support.

She left the dormitory and was about to walk towards the side hall when she saw a young boy standing outside the hall.

She froze for a moment, then walked towards him, smiled, and rebuked softly: "It's so late, why haven't you gone to bed yet? What are you doing standing here?"

The little boy still stood there, not saying a word.

Mu Fulan gradually felt that something was wrong.

She thought about it for a while, took the young boy's hand, and took him inside. After all the people in the life palace left, she said softly, "Xi'er, if you have something on your mind, just tell your mother."

The little boy said in a low voice, "I know what happened tonight."

Mu Fulan was surprised. Before he could think about how he knew what had happened tonight, a burst of embarrassment flooded his heart.

She looked at the half-year-old boy in front of her, lest he misunderstand, she immediately wanted to explain to him, but when she opened her mouth, she didn't know how to explain it for a while.

She paused: "Xi'er, don't get me wrong..."

The little boy shook his head, and under Mu Fulan's surprised and somewhat embarrassed gaze, he slowly knelt down and knelt down in front of her.

"Mother." He looked up at her, stopped calling her mother, and called her mother.

"I know that you entered this palace because of me. I have already become the crown prince, and everything is going well. I am not too young, and I will be able to take care of myself in the future. Besides, the father and the emperor treat me better than the parents and sons. Mother, you don’t have to worry about me anymore. You don’t like it here, if you want to go back, just go back to Dongting, don’t be stagnant because of me, many fetters.”

He stared at Mu Fulan.

"Mother, don't force yourself to accept someone you don't want to face because of me."

Mu Fulan's heart skipped a beat.

"Actually, if you can be with General Yuan, Mother, I will be very happy. He is a good person, and he will do his best to make Mother's life happy and worry-free."

"Mother, Xi'er can promise you that one day, Xi'er will let you completely break away from the past and live a new life. This is what you deserve, mother."

In the end, he said this sentence in an emphatic, slow tone.

Mu Fulan was completely stunned.

Not unmoved. But at this moment, the shock and shock his remarks brought her was far beyond touching.

She lowered her head and looked at the little boy kneeling in front of her.

It's her Xier, really grown up. she thinks.

He was no longer the child she met in the temple and waited for her to pick him up home.

She should have been extremely relieved, but in her heart, at this moment, there was only a deep sense of daze.

She sat down slowly, dazed for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Mother will consider it. When my mother thinks it over, make a decision."

The little boy got up from the ground, took Mu Fulan's hand, and sent her inside.

"Mother, you go to rest first."

"No hurry, let's take your time." The little boy smiled and said softly.

In the Penglai Palace, the sun and the moon are long.

Yuan Handing returned to Changsha. The imperial physicians did their best to heal the emperor's wounds, and from time to time they quietly visited Mu Fulan. The emperor was diligent in government affairs, rested and nourished the people, knew people well, and rectified the rules and regulations. The Vientiane of the new dynasty is renewed, and the people of the world worship and rejoice.

The days are like this, like still water, passing by silently. Everything seems to be improving, except for the Queen Mother's condition.

According to the daily records of the Taiyuan Hospital, the Queen Mother fell down at first, injuring the muscles and veins, causing the meridians to be closed, half-body traction, occasional dizziness and palpitation, and forgetfulness of speech. By the end of the summer, the empress dowager's teeth became increasingly tight, and her diet was difficult.

Misfortunes do not come singly. At this time, suspicions about the emperor or the recurrence of old wounds due to the wars over the years gradually began to spread.

This suspicion, at first only originated from some court officials, and then slowly spread, it turned into a rumor that the emperor was seriously injured and could not be cured for a long time. Inside and outside the capital, people's hearts are floating.

But soon, the rumors that were circulating disappeared.

The emperor was a dutiful son, and the whole world knew that the queen mother was ill, and the emperor was very anxious.

On that day, the emperor was dressed in sacrificial clothes, and the whole city witnessed with his own eyes.

After the suburban sacrifice, this afternoon, Mu Fulan was reading the medication log sent by the imperial doctor about the injury to the emperor's lungs in front of the south window of the living room of the Ziwei Palace. Looking up, I saw that in the courtyard in front of the palace, the palace staff had all retreated, and a figure in a dragon robe stood under the Mulan tree.

Xie Changgeng came, and stood there like this, looking at himself towards the window, I don't know how long it has been.

She closed the journal and stood up slowly.

He took a step and walked towards this side.

Zhongfu is hot. Mu Fulan welcomed him into the hall. Seeing sweat dripping from his forehead, he knew that he was always afraid of the heat, so he ordered the half-closed curtains in the hall to be opened.

"Your Majesty, is something wrong?" she asked.

Xie Changgeng stopped at the entrance of the hall and said, "I will go to the north in a few days."

At the beginning of the new dynasty, the appearance was peaceful, but in reality there were dangers everywhere, especially the activities of assassination and spies, which were extremely rampant.

In the past six months, not to mention the place, just in Shangjing, as far as Mu Fulan knew, he had secretly dealt with no less than a dozen attempted assassinations. It is more difficult to get close to him, so these assassinations are mostly aimed at his humerus minister. And rumors about his relapse of his old injury and his imminent death naturally spread like this.

"Just a few days ago, the supervisory division completely removed the last meticulous work den left in Shangjing. But the rumor that my life is not long has spread to Hexi. It has been quiet for a few years there, and now there are changes in Beiren, people's hearts Some uncertainty. If I don’t show up, it will be difficult to stabilize the military by relying on government orders. Hexi is extremely important, and I must not lose it. I will go there in person and count it as a royal expedition. I will explain the affairs of the court here to Liu An. Wait, let them assist the crown prince, you come to supervise the administration, what do you think?"

When he finished, he looked at her.

Mu Fulan raised her eyes, looked at him, and said, "I see."

"There is also the Queen Mother, I will do my best." She added.

He didn't move, as if waiting for her to continue talking.

The hot wind in the afternoon, blowing in from the south window, made a bunch of crystal tassels on the curtain rustling, making people feel dizzy.

She never said anything else.

He stood for a moment longer, as if he had come to his senses, then turned his face suddenly, and said "too trouble" in a hasty manner.

Mu Fulan looked at the back of the hurriedly leaving in front of her, turned her head and glanced at the medical journal behind her, her chest felt hot, she couldn't hold back any longer, and called out, "Your Majesty!"

The man had already stepped over the threshold of the palace, and suddenly stopped, looking back at her.

Mu Fulan took a slow breath, walked over under his gaze, and said, "Your Majesty is down there, if you see the old patriarch, give me a greeting."

"Okay." He responded.

"There is a shortage of doctors and medicines in Hexi, and it is inconvenient for the people to seek medical treatment. When the situation is stabilized, if your majesty allows it, I can send doctors here to help spread medical skills."

"Okay." He replied again.

"Also, Your Majesty, you have to take care..." She paused.

"The imperial court was just established, so I can't be away from your majesty for a long time," she said.

An imperceptible dark color flashed across his eyes, he was silent for a moment, with a smile on his face, he slowly said the third "good" word.

"I'm just showing my face. Don't worry."

His throat seemed a little hoarse, he nodded at her, closed his eyes, turned and walked away quickly.