Chapter 247: Falling flowers and flying snow are boundless (3)

I bit my lip, and all sorts of things appeared before me that day, and I couldn't help but shudder. But in the bottom of my heart I want to see him, longing for his gentle eyes and heart-warming words to comfort my dead water heart. But I was also afraid, afraid that Shen Xiyao's thunder would get angry, and I was afraid that this time I would really fall into the abyss that would never be restored, and I would never be able to climb up again.
I finally nodded, the deepest desire in my heart triumphed over reason. Or I don’t need any reason, I just need to warm my heart.
Soon, he brought in the fresh air outside. He wore a blue shirt, and there was a touch of sadness between the eyebrows, but his face was smiling, just like the smile that I am familiar with countless times in lonely dreams, like the gentle spring breeze blowing through the willows, and like branches blooming The white magnolia stands alone in the sunny and blue sky, drunk in the spring smoke.
"Xiao Wang, please peace with the empress." His hands were flat, his posture was romantic, and the sapphire crown on his head had a gentle luster, but he was not as humble and calm as him.
I raised my hand, Hui Ju smiled and said, "The empress, please sit down with the prince."
Xihe's eyes flashed with surprise, turning into distressed. He looked at Huiju and whispered: "Manny, she?"
Huiju also showed a sad expression: "Since the lady woke up, she hasn't spoken again."
Xihe's face was slightly bleak, but the look at me was tender.
"Xiao Wang is worried about the empress, so the emperor asked the emperor to hope to visit the empress, not wanting the honor to be summoned by the empress."
I only looked at him, the calming fragrance of yuzhu flared in the bedroom, and his appearance and posture in the curling green smoke were so unreal, as if I was in a dream.
I opened my mouth without making a sound, but Xihe trembled: "Vil, you call me?"
Huiju looked at us for a moment, Xihe coughed gently to cover up his gaffe, and I also raised a cup of jujube soup in front of me to moisturize my mouth.
"How is the mother?" Although Xi He asked Huiju, his eyes kept falling on me.
"The imperial doctor said that Niangniang has improved a lot recently, but it will take some time for her to recover." Huiju filled Xihe's tea: "Actually, her illness is easy to treat, but her heart is difficult to treat. What is Niangniang??"
I put the bowl down, Huiju closed her mouth in due course.
Xihe nodded and took out the same thing from his sleeve, "Xiao Wang has a gift I want to accept with Empress." He said that he would pass it to Huiju.
But I stretched out my hand, Huiju smiled upon seeing this: "The prince should give it to the empress."
A hint of surprise flashed on Xi He's face, he stepped forward quickly, but was cautious when he handed it to me.
I took it lightly, looked down, and saw a beautiful and exquisite ivory carving Fushoubao elephant flower set ball glowing in the palm of the palm. This set of is layered on top of each other, and each layer can rotate independently. The dragons and phoenix overlapped, and counted them carefully. There were eighteen layers of the ball that was less than the size of the palm.
I took it in my hand and looked at it carefully, loving it very much. All the gifts Xi He gave in the past year were destroyed, and now I get this thing, I am afraid it will be the last time I have received his gift in this life. Thinking this way, I can't put it down even more.
Seeing that I like it, Xihe smiled happily, and he whispered: "This is what I did personally. It's a bit crude, but I hope you don't take it off."
"The prince is good craftsmanship!" Hui Ju said in surprise: "This set of can be called the "ghost ball". It is very difficult to make. If you don't pay attention to it, the two will stick together and you can't make it."
Xihe smiled mysteriously: "This king has his own way to avoid such a situation."
Although Huiju was curious, but couldn't ask straightforwardly, he smiled and said, "I'm afraid it's the Prince's secret recipe, so I can't tell us."
Xi He glanced at me and said mysteriously: "That naturally cannot be said."
I saw that there was a kerchief on hand that I used to wipe my hands everyday, so I covered the set of and looked at Xi He.
His gaze fell on my hand, his face filled with surprise and admiration, "The empress is really Qiqiao Linglongxin, that's it."
I just felt that my expression moved, and almost smiled. The corners of his mouth just wanted to bend, but stopped again. In fact, I don’t care about how this set of is made into Huiju, and Xihe has nothing to say. They just sing and make harmony just to make me happy. How can I fail to see such painstaking effort, but the pain in my heart only makes me feel tired to make expressions. And I also know very well that Xihe's ability to come here must be someone's instruction. Moreover, it should be more than just visiting me.
Sure enough, Xihe talked and laughed with Huiju for a few words, and slowly became serious, as if there was something unspeakable.
I sighed slightly, looked at Xihe and Huiju, and nodded at her.
After so many years of getting along, she already knew what I meant by looking at me. At the moment, he put away his joking expression and said to Xi He: "It's time for the empress to take a rest, if the prince is fine?"
Xihe also sighed, his gaze retracted from me, and he landed at random. After a while, he said in a serious manner: "There is indeed something the little king has come here." He said suddenly on one knee and said: "The emperor has given marriage , Xiao Wang will marry Princess Rouran in half a month. If the empress can appreciate her presence by then, it will be Xiao Wang's life fortune."
I don't turn my face, let the sourness of my heart show up on my face, and let the teardrops condensed in the corners of my eyes be seen. He had told me the news a long time ago, but I wishful thinking that that day would never come, and I forgot about it during my recuperation. Suddenly mentioning it now, or he said it himself, is tantamount to inserting a knife into my heart.
I sat there stiffly, and after a long time Huiju's voice sounded softly: "The prince, the body of the empress does not get tired easily. Please forgive me."
Xihe didn't force it, but bowed to the end, "I hope Niang Niang will take good care of her body." Instead, there was a sense of relief in his tone, as if he didn't want me to go.
"The minister retires." After he said, he retreated.
I lay down with my clothes and fell asleep. Huiju opened the window halfway for ventilation before going out.
Soon she brought the ginseng soup in, and I got up, leaning on the big welcoming pillow and looking at the blue sky outside the window. She tucked the quilt for me and closed the window, and persuaded: "The lady has not healed yet. The wind is strong in spring, so it's better to keep blowing less."
I shook my head and pointed to the window, Huiju had no choice but to open it again. In the breeze that only listens to and smoothly, the curling clear song comes from far away, as ethereal and remote as the sound of heaven, and it turns to listen.