Homecoming Ballad (GL)

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Yiyang felt chills all over her body, let go of her hand, and sighed for a long time----she was not bored, she was suffering from lovesickness, every day, her heart felt as if being scratched up and down by a feather, and it was difficult to sit or stand install.

Ye Qiuniang straightened her skirts, and looked down at a plum blossom on the wooden frame by the bed. The plum blossom had withered long ago, but she protected it as a treasure, watering it every day and staring at it every night, barely holding it. asleep.

"Your Highness is thinking of someone?"

"No...no!" She said no, she stood up guiltily and raised her voice.

Ye Qiuniang rubbed her chin and said with a smile, "It seems I've over-thought it, then the green mountains are always flowing with the green water, so let's not pass it by."

"Hey----!" Yiyang grabbed her again, finally lowered her high head, and said softly, "I'll just copy the script for you, don't leave."

"To tell you the truth, Your Highness, I'm old now, and it's not easy for me to do things that are difficult for others."

Yiyang hesitated for a while, and finally said what was in his heart: "Copy... yes, copying the filial piety scriptures is copying the ancestors' precepts, I am not bad at this--it's just that you have written so many playbooks, why only Let me copy "The Resentment of the Immortals"? Could it be that the people of Maozhou only listen to this play?"

Ye Qiuniang smiled: "How many days did Your Highness copy?"

"About ten days."

"Your Highness still doesn't understand my intention?"

Yiyang shook his head: "I've always been blunt in the world, and I still hope to give me some advice."

Ye Qiuniang nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly said: "I have a plan, maybe I can make His Highness talk about the pain of lovesickness, but I'm not sure..."

When she finished speaking, Yi Yang earnestly said, "Even if you are [-]% sure, please tell me."

Ye Qiuniang was amused by her anxious look, she rolled her eyebrows and asked, "Are you still copying the script?"

"copy!"

"Yesterday's perfunctory script..."

"Recopy!"

Ye Qiuniang couldn't help reaching out and touching her head, and said with a smile, "Good boy."

Now that the central palace is in possession, Concubine Ning has lost the emperor's favor for the time being.

But she didn't seem to care.

Among the dowry carved in huanghuali wood, she picked up a box, opened the lid, dug out a small piece with her fingertips, held it to her nose and sniffed it.

A coquettish smile appeared on his face.

Chapter 65

Sweetwater Lane.

Going around and going back to this place.

When Tang Ci woke up, it was in the middle of the night, she clutched the corner of the quilt, opened her eyes and vigilantly discerned the surrounding furnishings - not the Shangshu Mansion, not the Prince Yu Mansion.The simple bookshelves, tables and chairs, and even the soft bed... gave her a great sense of belonging.

There was only one oil lamp burning in the room, the oil was almost burnt out, the wick was limp and half of the body was hanging down, and the light was flickering on and off.

There was a lot of darkness, the doors and windows were closed, and there was no one there.

Tangci's tense heartstrings slowly relaxed, and he raised his hand to lightly touch his left cheek, a thick piece of gauze, slightly soaked with cool ointment.She didn't have a bronze mirror at hand, but guessing that the scars would be hideous and ugly after the gauze was removed, she suddenly smiled in relief. She used to want to cut off her obstructive skin to hide from others, but now she has got her wish.

Lowering his eyes, he could vaguely see a corner of the yellow bandage in the white and clean shirt.

The sword wound on the waist and abdomen was not serious at all, but the sum of all kinds of big and small wounds was a bit scary. She couldn't help laughing jokingly. Back then, Lancang River escaped death, but now she survived a catastrophe, but where is the good fortune?

The door creaked softly, very clearly in the quiet night.

Tang Ci is like facing a formidable enemy. When she is unconscious, she is unable to control her. When she is awake, she no longer wants to face people, especially her loved ones. She must not see her ghost like this.

"Get out." He clenched the corner of the quilt tightly, covering his head, and when he shrank down, he inevitably used two broken legs with broken bones. The heart-piercing pain penetrated his heart from bottom to top, from the surface to the inside , there was a lot of sweat on his forehead, he clenched his teeth so that his face was completely drained of blood, and he pricked up his ears to listen to the movement in the room----the man paused slightly, as if he had stayed in place for a while, Then he tried his best to approach the bed with light steps, without saying a word, put something like a bowl on the edge of the bed, and left.

After a long time, Tang Ci got his head out of the dull quilt, surrounded by a familiar fragrance.

On the edge of the chuáng is a bowl of black medicinal soup and a plate of sweet and sour hawthorn fruit.

Licking wet fingertips, pierced a hole in the window paper.

Standing outside the door, Rou Ke saw her finish the medicine in one gulp, with a dispirited smile on her face, and she didn't feel cold when the night wind howled in her ears.

For a moment, she saw that she drank the medicine, did not eat the hawthorn fruit, and did not show any signs of suffering. She just closed her eyes and rested her mind. There was only one light in the room, and large black shadows fell on her face and body. He actually saw a frightening taste of decadence and decay.

Rou Ke couldn't laugh any more, the corners of her lips were still hanging slightly, her eyes were serious, her mind was worried, and she abruptly turned into a wry smile.

She was only thankful that she still understood her after all, so she overcame all arguments and brought her here to recuperate.

The next day.

The fisher boy was chopping firewood in the courtyard. He was usually very lively, and he would shake his head and hum a little song when he was working. Today, he only hung his head and kept chopping firewood.

He doesn't care if Tangci is a man or a woman, whether it's a princess or a county horse, he will be willing to treat anyone who treats him well. When he thinks that he is such a gentle, kind, delicate and beautiful little master, he has been tossed into a This way, he didn't get angry at all.After thinking about it, he has no power and power. Although he has the power to bind chickens, is he still like an ant in the eyes of dignitaries? The anger in his heart has no place to vent, so he dragged Zhang Yuzi to sit in the courtyard before dawn, chopping firewood. Gen scolded the dog emperor Yunyun in his heart.

Hearing the sound of the porcelain bowl being smashed again, the fisher boy raised his head, and Qiao Qing came out of the house in a huff with a wooden plate filled with broken porcelain, and he did not forget to goug out the fisher boy who had suffered in vain in the pond. glance.

Rou Ke was kneading noodles in the kitchen, and there was steaming hot bone soup on the wooden table.

Hearing the sound of the door, he glanced at it and saw that it was still broken porcelain.

"Take a look at the soup bowl and see if it's enough. Also check the teacup, spoon and porcelain plate. If it's not good enough, let the fisherman go and buy some to prepare." Rou Ke placed a handful of noodles in her hand and paused. Cai said, "Let him stop by He's restaurant to buy a small jar of wine."

Don't eat food, don't drink water, wine is water anyway, just have some if you can.

Qiao Qing lost his temper and couldn't bear it any longer. He threw the wooden plate on the wooden table and said angrily, "The princess is willing to be a good gentleman, but the servant girl can't do it! Who is she angry at? Body It's her own and not ours. She kicked you out last night, and you just stood guard outside the door all night in fear that something might happen to her if she broke her leg and broke her foot. Chopping bones to make soup, grabbing recipes to cook medicine, rolling out dough to cook noodles... She is doing well, she smashed it all up! She is no longer what she used to be..."

"If you don't want to stay here, go back to the palace. If I hear you say this again in the future, you don't have to serve me anymore——you are old, and it's time to get married."

When Qiao Qing heard this, his eyes turned red, he tugged on Rou Ke's sleeve and muttered, "I don't want to say anything..." Rou Ke brought the bone broth, scooped up the boiled noodles, drained the water, and put it on the bone. Sprinkle finely chopped green onions on the soup, Qiao Qing hurriedly picked it up, "It's better to come here as a servant, I just saw that she was a little relieved..."

"Okay, you go there again and see if she eats." Rou Ke raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, "If she still doesn't eat, you can ask her if she wants to eat, and then tell me."

Qiao Qing listened, stepped half a foot out, and wanted to ask if she didn't eat and said she didn't want to eat, but after thinking about it for a while, she only answered: "OK."