Qianning Palace.

Zhao Xu was lying unconscious on the huge dragon bed, there was no trace of blood on his face, his breath was faint and almost inaudible, and his already thin cheeks were only skin and bones at the moment.

Due to the loss of qi and blood, Zhao Xu has also fainted from time to time this year, everyone thought at first that he would be able to wake up soon, as before, but this time a day and a night have passed, and Zhao Xu has not shown any signs of waking up, and everyone is really panicking now.

The imperial doctors in the palace stood by the bedside day and night, but they were helpless, and the atmosphere in the entire hall was so heavy that people couldn't breathe.

"Please Buddha bless the official family to get better soon, Buddha bless! Buddha bless! "Empress Liu knelt in the side hall, bowing to a jade Buddha with difficulty, and now she can't pray for Zhao Xu with great fanfare, so Queen Liu has to invite the jade Buddha to the side hall to pray in person.

Although in the past year, due to Zhao Xu's weak health, she has also helped deal with some of the music, and the whole person has been much more competent, but in the face of such a predicament, she is still the six gods and no master, if Zhao Xu really dies at this time, it will be like the sky falling for her.

The ladies of the palace helped her up in fear, and her forehead was covered with fine sweat.

She is now pregnant with Liujia, and her due date will be due next month, and with a big belly, the simple matter of bowing down has become extremely difficult for her, but she still insists on worshipping.

Jasmine carefully wiped her fine sweat, her face was full of worry, and Queen Liu gently stroked her bulging belly and sighed gloomily.

There's still a month, and there's another month!

If Zhao Xu really has three long and two short in this bone joint, what can I do?

If she can give birth to a child before Zhao Xu dies, she can still inherit the throne justifiably, but once Zhao Xu dies first, even if he can give birth to an heir a month later, what can he do?

The country can't be without a king for a day, the throne of the Great Song Dynasty can't be suspended until that time, who can be sure that after a month, Empress Liu will give birth to a baby boy? Therefore, it is tantamount to a fool's dream to let the throne hang in the void and wait for her unborn child to inherit it. Then we can only hope that Zhao Xu can survive this hurdle.

After a short rest, Empress Liu forced herself back to the main hall to visit Zhao Xu, and the angry Zhao Xu on the dragon bed made her eyes full of sorrow and heartbreak.

Jasmine worriedly persuaded, "Sage, you should rest for a while!" How can you give birth like this, if nothing else, you should also think about the child in your belly! ”

Empress Liu's tears fell more urgently, her heart was in turmoil, and she was embarrassed, her real age was not yet eighteen years old, and in the face of this complex situation, it was already commendable that she could control the situation to this extent.

Under the persuasion of everyone, Empress Liu retreated to the side hall to rest, and then Xiao Ju hurriedly walked in, and immediately instructed the eunuch and palace maid who were waiting on the side: "You guys retreat first!" ”

Now Xiaoju is a celebrity around Empress Liu, and the big and small affairs in Kunning Palace are all in charge of her and Jasmine, her words are similar to Empress Liu's words, and the eunuchs and palace maids have withdrawn.

"Xiaoju, what's wrong?"

"Don't worry, sage, Jasmine, you go to the temple gate to guard first."

When Jasmine guarded the door, Xiao Ju took out a letter from her arms, Queen Liu hurriedly took it and opened it, her face suddenly showed surprise, she closed her eyes, slowly raised her head and breathed a sigh of relief, before reading the letter carefully.

After reading the letter, Empress Liu let out a long breath, as if she had found the backbone of the heart, she handed the letter to Xiao Ju, and couldn't suppress her excitement: "Xiao Ju, this enemy can be regarded as returning to Beijing, we are saved!" We're saved! You go and pass him into the palace to treat the official's family, go and ......."

"Saint! You must not mess around, didn't Mr. Yang say it in the letter? It was inconvenient for him to enter the palace at this time, even if the saint wanted to invite Master Yang in, he had to make arrangements at night. ”

"Okay, Xiaoju, go and arrange it."

"Yes, sage, have you written down everything in Master Yang's letter?"

Empress Liu took the letter and read it again, and confirmed that it was all memorized, Xiao Ju burned the letter, and Empress Liu watched the letter turn into ashes in the flames, with a reluctant look in her eyes, as if it was her hope that was burned.

Yang Yi made many arrangements in the letter, the most important of which was to let Empress Liu choose the right time to test Cai Jing and Lin Xi according to Zhao Xu's condition.

If we can get their support and communicate with Zhang Dian again, then Empress Liu will have a greater chance of grabbing the regent.

Yang Yi repeatedly emphasized in the letter that he must seize the opportunity to determine whether Zhao Xu has the possibility of recovery before doing it, otherwise Zhao Xu will be self-defeating once he wakes up.

How do you get the timing right? Empress Liu frowned, she couldn't help but pass the imperial doctor over again...... As far as Yang Yi is concerned, he has done everything he can do, and the rest will have to wait until Zhao Xu's condition is conclusive, so he can't be in a hurry. Therefore, his personal state of mind is still relatively calm at present.

Han Bier took the paper, pen and piano, and helped polish the ink, after Yang Yi picked up the pen and wrote the letter, she said: "My sister and Yang Lang have not had breakfast, I will go to the kitchen and ask them to send some refreshments and fruit wine, and by the way, send someone to send the letter out, Yang Lang, you can listen to the piano here with peace of mind!" ”

Qin Cao stroked the famous qin, couldn't put it down, listened to Han Bi'er's words, hurriedly got up and said lightly: "Sister don't bother!" ”

Qin Cao obviously meant sending a letter to ask about Qin, but Han Bier just said: "Sister sit down!" Yang Lang didn't eat it, he didn't hide it from his sister, and it was a blessing for his sister to be able to bother Yang Lang with some heart. ”

Sour! Yang Yi grinned slightly, turned around and glared at Han Fox fiercely.

Waiting for Han Bi'er to go far, Qin Cao sighed sincerely: "Sister is really a blessed person, I don't know how many people I envy." ”

Yang Yi replied casually: "Happiness is not given by others, it all depends on her own feelings, she feels that she is happy, that is happiness." ”

Qin Cao smiled indifferently, did not argue, and said: "I heard my sister say that Yang Yuanjun created a new song in Huanzhou, which is indifferent and elegant, and can make people forget the mortal dust. ”

This song Yang Yi composed on a whim to Qing Niang, Qing Niang didn't hear it, but I liked it very much, and now Yang Yi regards it as Qing Niang's thing, which is Qing Niang's, and it is worth cherishing, so I don't want to say it to others at will.

"Don't listen to Bi'er's nonsense, that's just a game in the next moment, the piano girl is talented, and she really doesn't dare to have a dirty piano girl."

Qin Cao obviously didn't expect Yang Yi to refuse people thousands of miles away, and couldn't help but be a little disappointed, plus Yang Yi was obviously making excuses when she sent the piano before, Qin Cao felt very embarrassed in her heart, although she had never asked for this famous piano.

"It's the piano who is presumptuous!"

The morning light outside the pavilion is like a promise, the duckweed on the water surface is swinging around, and the quiet courtyard is full of tranquility.

Yang Yi didn't look at her, as if she knew everything she said, she didn't have the politeness of being the host, she was completely natural and casual, she lifted the pen, dipped thick ink on the inkstone, and smoothly put the pen on the paper.

"Piano girl, this is also a game for a while, if the piano girl doesn't dislike it, you can take a look at it, don't take it seriously."

Qin Cao is a little sudden, Yang Yi's indifferent, as if the attitude of flowers to grass, for some reason, suddenly made her feel very relaxed, the morning breeze blows through the strings, suddenly there is a sound, she picked up her plain dress, and walked over gently, Yang Yi's words are still flowing freely:

The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and tormented the world, and the dream was cold and tossed and turned, and how many love debts were there?

If you acquiesce, life and death are withered, and withered are waiting for the rings of the year.

The Futu Pagoda was broken several layers, whose soul was broken, and the pain went straight to the mountain gate where a broken lamp collapsed.

Let me wait a little longer, history will turn around, wait for the wine to be mellow, and wait for you to play a guzheng.

The rain is heavy, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep. I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled city gate is entrenched in the roots of old trees. What reverberates on the stone slab is waiting.

The rain is heavy, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep. I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city falls on that wild village, and fate takes root in our ...... Yang Yi was writing and humming casually, as if telling a story, at first Qin Cao couldn't adapt to his special singing voice, and this kind of rough white words felt even more weird.

The first autumn leaves outside the pavilion fell with the wind, stained on the clothes of the piano exercise, she gently lifted it, looked at the traces engraved by time on the leaf veins, and Yang Yi lowered his head in his ears...... In the woods of Linglong Mountain, a corner of the Taoist temple is mottled, the bells are scattered, the clear lights shine on the wall and the people fall asleep for the first time, the cold rain knocks on the window and is not warmed, the clothes are recited and the scriptures are recited, and the past is as light as smoke...... By the time the piano girl felt the back of her hand slightly cold, her cheeks were already wet.

If you acquiesce, life and death wither, etc...... A bitter pain crossed my heart, five years, escaped into the empty door, how much youth did the residual light dim? Qin Cao didn't want to listen to it anymore, didn't dare to listen to it anymore, but couldn't help but listen to it.

Listening to the laughter of youth, envy many people. The annals of history are gentle and refusing, and the pen is too ruthless.

Fireworks are easy to cold, and personnel are easy to separate. And you're asking, am I still serious.

After a thousand years, who is still waiting? And how can Qingshi not really Wei Shu Luoyang City.

If you are following, you have passed through the door in your previous life, followed the red dust, and followed me for a lifetime...... When the tears on the slender hand finally dripped onto the paper, Yang Yi stopped writing in amazement, he didn't raise his head, he already realized that the song he hummed at random was like describing the story of piano exercises.

I don't know if there is a collapsed mountain gate in the ancient temple of Linglong Mountain, but for so many years, as for her, she has always been alone, guarding the dream of a former girl, one guard is five years, twenty years old, for the girl of this era, she is already an old girl, not to mention that she is just a kabuki floating body.

Thinking of Su Dongpo, Yang Yi couldn't help but sigh lightly!

Emotional things, there is not much right or wrong, Su Dongpo was proud of the spring breeze at that time, and the beauties around him were like clouds, even if the piano exercise gave him a stunning feeling for a while, he was destined not to worry about it.

Su Dongpo is not wrong, he can only say that the piano exercise is too serious.

Whoever is serious about emotional matters loses!

"Qin Cao girl, as I said below, you don't have to take it too seriously when it's a game."

Qin Cao had quietly wiped away his tears, quietly looking at the railings and flowers outside the water pavilion, the cornices of the high wall, and the floating clouds outside the wall.

After a long time, she asked lightly, "Does Yang Yuanjun have any other tunes?" ”

(To be continued)