Chapter 74: The Princess's Little Wife (42)

A faintly cool wind blew past, and the fallen leaves on the ground that hadn't had time to sweep were curled up and rustled.
Song Pianqi stood in front of the East Palace and said to 09:
"Don't turn it on."
09 Replied obediently, honestly.
She vaguely realized that the host had already made a decision before the world reached a stable state, and she could answer directly without hesitation.
The emperor died, there were too many things to deal with.
Song Pianzhen had no feelings for this original father, but he was a little emotional.
Some people are getting more and more confused while others are getting old and suddenly sober. Looking back, they are full of absurdity.
The two can’t tell which is more pathetic, but Song Pianzhen keeps on alert and prevents herself from falling into this situation.
After the emperor entered the imperial tomb, Song Pianju offered sacrifices to the Tiandi ancestral temple, stepped on the white jade steps, and became the first female emperor of Dali.
She wore a black gown, was admired by all people, worshipped by hundreds of officials, and celebrated by all dynasties.
It was also from the day Song Pianqiu took the throne that she clearly felt that something was in the dark and turned on the switch.
This feeling is difficult to describe in words, as if there is an hourglass in her body. On the day she officially became the empress, the hourglass was turned upside down by an anonymous hand and the time started officially.
Those star sands are the vitality of her body.
Before this, her body was just ordinary and delicate. Although she suffered two or three days of illness, it was enough to raise her body and it would not affect her tasks.
After she became emperor, she began to weaken.
Song Pianzhen couldn't perceive how many star sands were still waiting to be leaked. She only knew that as time passed, her body would become weaker and sicker.
The way to leave this world seems to be doomed.
Fortunately, 09 has reduced her pain.
"Reserve ten percent of the pain." Song Pianzhen asked.
09 doesn't understand: "Huh? I can directly adjust it to painless for you."
Song Piangui's words are concise and concise:
"I need moderate reservations."
People fear death and pursue immortality.
But death is the final deadline in life.
As we all know, the dead line is the primary productive force. With the end point, talents have a sense of urgency, and only then can they have the power to move forward with all their strength, or even run forward.
The proper reservation is to remind Song Pianzhen - of course, it is also because her life is too easy.
This may be Song Pianzhen's first time in the small world since he lost his memory.
Above the court, under the combined efforts of her and Feng Yuexian, as Feng Yuexian showed, Haiyan Heqing where Jianfeng went.
In the palace, all three children were taught obediently.
He Qiuchan, who has been promoted to a concubine, didn’t mean to disregard the relationship. She knew the importance of having a good relationship with the two women who controlled Dali. For this reason, if it were not for the difference in seniority, she would have adopted Song Yingguang. Month is free.
Therefore, Song Yingguang spent half of the time living in Zele Tower, which is closer to the East Palace. As time passed, Song Ruyan's boudoir in Zele Tower had a place to rest next to Song Yingguang.
Because there is only a wall, Song Ruyan can sometimes hear Song Yingguang's nightmare.
Of course, Song Yingguang was a princess and she was taken care of by the palace attendant, but since Song Ruyan heard it, she always had to take a look.
She took great care of Song Yingguang.
When he arrived in Song Yingguang's room, he saw Gong Attendant boil Soothing Decoction for Song Yingguang. The sour and bitter taste of the medicine floated in the quiet night. Song Ruyan sniffed and sniffed, and approached the bed.
Song Yingguang was sitting in the quilt. She had a lot of stature in the past two years, showing the young girl's green lines.
Perhaps because she likes to follow Song Pianqiu very much, and she seems to be infected with Song Pianqiu's unique calm and elegant temperament, although it is only a little bit, it has made a girl of this age show its unique charm.
Song Ruyan leaned over: "Have a nightmare again?"
Song Yingguang's crow hair was scattered on both sides of her slap face, her face was stained with sweaty temples, and she nodded gently.
"Still refused to tell me?"
Song Yingguang pursed her lips and smiled:
"I have told you so many times, I remembered being bullied by Brother Three Emperors when I was a child, but you didn't believe me."
Song Ruyan was dumb, she had always trusted Song Yingguang, but on this matter, her intuition repeatedly prevented her from fully trusting Song Yingguang's words. Every time she saw Song Yingguang's nightmare, she always had to ask.
Although Song Yingguang was smiling, her face was pale, and Song Ruyan's hands trembled, pulling the hair sticking to her face aside for her.
Song Yingguang rubbed her fingertips with her cheek.
Song Ruyan didn't dare to move suddenly, so she had nothing to say:
"Why hasn't the tranquilizing soup been made?"
"You came as soon as I had a nightmare. How can medicine be so fast."
Song Ruyan nodded, a little stunned.
It was like the heroic girl who followed Fengyuexian in the daytime, with a vigorous spirit and high spirits, at night, in front of Song Yingguang's bed, turned from a wolf cub to a stupid dog.
Song Yingguang hooked her toes while hiding under the bed.
She gently leaned into Song Ruyan's arms, resting her head on her shoulders.
Song Ruyan was immediately at a loss: "Are you... dizzy?"
What's wrong? Could it be that Song Yingguang is always by your Majesty's side, has her body worsened?
This physique needs to be strengthened, Song Ruyan is worried, with pity that she doesn't know in her eyes.
Where Song Ruyan could not see, Song Ying's eyes flickered, and she gently grabbed Song Ruyan's clothes corner, her voice was like a whisper:
"...I'm still a little scared, let me rely on it."
"So..."
Song Ruyan's voice was a bit dry, maybe she was too nervous to know what to do. She subconsciously thought about whether she had a reason to refuse, and after thinking about it, she didn't seem to have any, so she could only lend it to Song Yingguang.
After all, the little sisters are in a good relationship. Qingmei and Qingmei grew up, what's wrong with relying on it, what's wrong with hugs?
Song Ruyan felt that there was no cat cake, and even after figuring it out, she quietly adjusted her posture to make Song Yingguang lean more comfortably.
At this time, the two are approaching their cardamom age, and the female emperor's phoenix body is deteriorating. The first two years have been better. Starting this year, one day out of three days will have to be in bed.
Therefore, Mrs. Ronghua guarded the emperor almost every step of the way. With the tacit approval of the emperor, Mrs. Ronghua entered the Lord's Hall of Nourishing Heart.
Dali now has two masters.
It's not that no one raised objections. Song Pianju rectified his administration, but he would not be arrogant and could only listen to the voice of approval. There were quite a few officials among the civil servants who dared to admonish.
In this regard, Feng Yuexian sang a black face.
For the talented, it is up and down. Those who cannot move are threatened.
All the filth is blocked by her.
Song Pianzhen is a breeze and moon, like a star.
It was the bright moonlight that Feng Yuexian picked up personally.
Feng Yuexian also searched for famous doctors for Song Pianju.
But no matter which famous doctor, or even the so-called ancestral remedies offered by courtiers to the emperor, it would have no effect on Song Pianqi's body.
It can be said that the medicine is ineffective.
Song Pianzhen fainted again in the Hall of Nourishment, Feng Yuexian's face was tense, and he wished to dig out the king of Chu to frustrate his bones.
Only she knew that Song Pianju's figure was getting more and more slender, and her waist was so thin that Feng Yuexian dared not hold it hard, or even dared to toss her between the bed sheets.
At the moment, seeing Song Pianzhen's white to transparent sleeping face, she did not dare to touch it.
It seemed that in the next second, this person was like an illusion, and disappeared from the front of his eyes with a soft, snapping sound.
For some reason, she and Song Pianzhen seldom separate, but she is always afraid that Song Pianzhen will disappear.
Perhaps it was because Song Pianzhen was too delicate.
As Song Pianqi became seriously ill, this sense of crisis became stronger.
Nowadays, the places where Song Pianju often haunts are almost all the figures of the Forbidden Army, such as the Hall of Yangxin and the Palace of Qianqing. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is surrounded by three floors.
But her sense of crisis has not diminished.
There is a thin string in her head, which is getting tighter and tighter, getting tighter and tighter—
"Why don't you want to seek medical treatment again?"
Song Pianzhen was drinking Laoya Qingbutang, she swallowed the soup, looked at Fengyue and said:
"The doctors who are willing to listen to the imperial imperial court are here. Isn't it still impossible? It is enough to have a royal doctor now. Why bother to fight."
Before that, in order to make Feng Yuexian feel at ease, she sent an edict to search for a famous doctor, and the staff on Feng Yuexian's side were also looking for it.
Going down layer by layer, Song Pianju estimated that this world's somewhat famous healer has been stroked all over.
But today, Feng Yuexian will send someone to find another round to find the fish that missed the net.
She is not such a stubborn person, Song Pianzhen naturally knows why she is so.
Song Pianzhen's voice softened, as if he was calming an anxious big cat:
"I have seen so many healers before and after, and all talented people have seen them."
Feng Yuexian stared at her:
"In seeking medical advice, somehow, you have always been more sober than me."
Fengyue's idle words were faint, but in a pair of black eyes, there were doubts and examinations that had not been seen for a long time.
Her chin was raised slightly, her eyelids half drooped, and she smiled sarcastically.
Song Pianzhen was silent for a moment.
She knew Feng Yuexian was a little sad.
Although Song Pianzhen’s performance can be attributed to her confession and no hope for cure—others may think so—but Feng Yuexian is the person next to her pillow, whether it is clues or intuition, Feng Yue Xiandu sensitively discovered something wrong.
Even though Song Pianju could explain it in various ways, and fooled this passage, Feng Yuexian would definitely believe her.
Because Feng Yuexian must believe her, she shouldn't lie to her.
Song Pian sighed lightly, she stretched out her hand and covered the back of Feng Yuexian's hand.
As soon as the two hands touched, Song Pianzhen was startled.
The hands under his hands, because of the warm hands in martial arts all year round, were actually cold at this time.
Song Pianzhen clenched subconsciously.
"I..." Song Pian opened her mouth, with a rare expression of helplessness, what else can she say?
Feng Yuexian didn't have any memories of passing through the game.
Feng Yuexian looked at Song Pianzhen, waiting for her next words, her expression was very focused.
But Song Pianzhen didn't say anything.
Feng Yuexian laughed at himself.
Then, Song Pianzhen seemed to be anxious, leaning towards herself, Jin was slipped.
"Yuexian, I can't say more now, but you have to know, you have to believe."
Song Pianjiao panted slightly, coughed twice, her face flushed, and her brown pupils were clear and firm.
She almost said every word:
"We will meet again eventually."
We will meet again...
Hum
Song Pianxu's quiet and firm voice entered Feng Yuexian's ears, causing a dull hum.
At that moment, she felt that in her mind... something seemed to be breaking through.
But just for an instant, then, this sense of abnormality disappeared and was no longer found.
Feng Yue was in a daze in her eyes, and when the buzzing passed, she looked at Song Pianzhen.
Yinbing walked in, seeming to feel the atmosphere calm, she hesitated, her voice was low:
"Madam, the princess has returned from the northwest, saying that I have something to discuss with you."
Feng Yuexian turned his head and said: "This palace has no time today--"
"Just go." Song Pian said, "The important things are important, we'll talk about it later."
Song Pian asked to persuade him.
One is, now she may not be able to say anything else, so she shouldn't let her think through her mind.
Secondly, Song Ruyan went back to the northwest, involving a lot of affairs, including the military situation in the northwest, which were all closely watched by the DPRK and China, and for the public.
Feng Yuexian looked at Song Pianzhen.
She raised her hand to cover Song Pianju's brocade, covering her thin shoulders, and pressed it slightly.
"wait me back."
Song Pianxiu smiled at her and nodded.
Seeing her nodding, Feng Yuexian turned and left, walking extremely fast.
Yinbing hurriedly followed behind. The master has been like this for the past two years. Whenever he leaves his Majesty, he walks much faster, and he is more decisive and vigorous in his work, as if he is going to deal with it quickly and then return to his Majesty.
It seems that only by his Majesty's side can the master gain a moment of peace.
Almost at the same time the figure drinking ice disappeared at the door.
Song Pian was embracing the quilt, and suddenly, a burst of irresistible and heavy sleep came.
She has no resistance, her eyelids are like black curtains, falling a little bit, covering the world from her gaze.
At the last time when Song Pianju’s consciousness fell into the abyss, in her mind, a strange and cold female voice:
"Execute a forced exit command."
"Forced to quit, execution is complete."