Chapter 55 "Farewell Branches" 55/ Before the hour when the lychee was very sweet and a cup of tea, Song Changjue was carried to Yun Yanxuan, and Imperial Doctor Li hurried from the Tai Hospital, pressing the wound again, checking the pulse, and tossing.Through the two bead curtains, Fu Mingsong stood in front of him in a white and gold phoenix robe, and his hands were clasped in front of his abdomen, unable to hide his worry.When she passed by the palace road just now, Song Changjue's face was pale and pitiful.Seeing her like this, Sha Yue was relieved: "Niangniang, the imperial doctor is here, you don't have to worry, it's okay." ”As he was talking, there was a "bang", and Imperial Doctor Li opened the bead curtain and came.Fu Mingsong hurriedly took two steps forward, "But because of the horse's hooves trampling and falling last time?"
”Imperial Doctor Li had a lot of doubts in his heart, and the pulse diagnosis showed that this Lord Song had no other problems except for being weak, but he had chest pain and cough from time to time, and he was clearly sick......
What went wrong?
Thinking of this, he twisted his eyebrows, and replied: "It should be so, it is not easy to detect from the pulse, and it may hurt the internal organs." ”Imperial Physician Li can only explain this.Fu Mingsong's apricot eyes widened and pursed his lips, "Imperial Physician Li checked the pulse a while ago, didn't he notice that there was something wrong with Lord Song's body?"
Hongu can remember, you said it was great. ”She has never said anything serious, but in this sentence, the meaning of reproach is self-evident.Therefore, as soon as these words fell, Imperial Physician Li hurriedly knelt down, "Weichen is negligent, and I hope that Niangniang will punish him." ”The palace people lowered their heads, and even the sound of breathing subconsciously lightened up.After serving the new master for so many days, I have never seen her angry.After a while, Fu Mingsong softened his face and said softly: "Get up, Lord Song's body, I hope that Imperial Doctor Li can take care of it." ”Imperial Physician Li responded again and again, stepped aside to write a prescription, and instructed the palace people to go to the imperial pharmacy to collect medicine and decoction medicine.
—Song Changjue sat on the couch, listened to the words outside word for word, and pulled the corners of his mouth thoughtfully when Fu Ming said, "This palace can remember, you said that it was good".Imperial Physician Li came to Song Mansion to diagnose the pulse, and Song Changjue returned to treat him with illness, how could he be so well?
He raised his eyes, and through the gap in the beaded curtain, he could vaguely see the woman's beautiful side face, and gently pursed her lips......
There is a faint shadow of childhood.Song Changjue got up, the bead curtain sounded softly again, and the young man turned pale with a pale face, and arched his hand at her: "Weichen is not in good health, fortunately Niangniang passed by." ”Fu Mingsong shook his head and asked him to sit down: "If it weren't for saving the palace, how could Lord Song fall ill." ”Song Changjue clenched his fists and coughed twice: "What Weichen should do." ”Sha Yue handed him a cup of tea, and quietly stepped aside.Song Changjue said a lot of things intermittently, mostly in the house selected by Xie Fu Mingsong, and asked Imperial Doctor Li to see the disease, but it was really unbearable to say two words and cough twice.Sha Yue often went to the imperial study with Fu Mingsong, and most of the time she waited outside the door of the imperial study, and from time to time she heard about this Lord Song.I heard that he is a resourceful and talented person, but I also heard that he is an indifferent and cold person, and now it seems that he is clearly quite kind.Seeing that his teacup was empty, the moon covered it again.At the end, there was a sudden silence in the room.The corners of Song Changjue's mouth were pursed into a straight line, and the hand that was lightly placed on his lap was slightly clenched.He suddenly lowered his voice and said, "On the day of Weichen, I saw Niangniang killed in front of the horse. ”Fu Mingsong didn't know why, and looked at him curiously."
Wechen once had a sister, a little like Niangniang," he raised his face, "If she was still here, she would be sixteen by now." ”Fu Mingsong was stunned, but he didn't expect Song Changjue to talk to her about private matters, and forgot to answer for a while.Song Changjue smiled, and lowered his head again, "Weichen is abrupt." ”"Sister Ling......"
Fu Mingsong frowned, thinking about the wording."
When I was a child, my home caught fire and I died."
With a "pop", the tea cup in Fu Mingsong's hand fell off her hand, the tea wet her clothes, and she stared at Song Changjue in a daze.I don't know which word in Song Changjue's words poked her heart, but she only felt that her heart hurt, she couldn't breathe, and she couldn't speak."!"
Sha Yue exclaimed, hurriedly picked up the intact cup on the ground, and wiped the tea stains off her body with a handkerchief.When Wen Shu came, he saw that in this chaos, Song Changjue stared at the girl in front of him with complicated eyes.Suddenly, he looked sideways, with a frank face, without the slightest emptiness.
—The day of October is cold and gloomy, but there are still a lot of vibrant greenery in the palace, which adds spring.However, this road to the palace passed, not only did not feel spring, but also a little cold.The man's jaw is tight, his red lips are pursed, and his eyebrows are heavy.Yuan Lu felt bad, and the emperor was obviously angry.He frequently raised his eyes to glance at the queen, but saw her looking straight ahead, and she didn't notice the slightest danger.Yuan Lu was tired in his heart and sighed quietly.It wasn't until the palace turned around halfway that Fu Mingsong came back to his senses, looked around, turned his head and asked, "Don't you go back to Zhaoyang Palace?"
”Wen Shu didn't raise his eyes, and he didn't reply to her for half a word.Fu Mingsong had long been accustomed to the moodiness of the emperor, so he didn't take it to heart, but just glanced down at the tea-soaked skirt in distress.In a moment, she was recoiled.Walked all the way to Jingyang Palace, entered the inner room, the palace maid handed over a clean phoenix robe, Fu Mingsong changed it behind the screen, and when she was about to turn around and go out, she asked Sha Yue to pull the cuffs lightly.Sha Yue's voice was only as loud as a mosquito, and he said softly: "Niangniang, the emperor's face is not right, you should be careful." ”Fu Mingsong was surprised and nodded in response.After a while, the palace people quietly retreated outside the door.Fu Mingsong stepped on a pair of silver-white embroidered shoes on high feet, and walked on the wooden ground with a crisp sound.Only then did she realize that Wen Shu didn't seem to have spoken to her along the way."
Your Majesty?"
Fu Mingsong walked behind him and gently pulled the man's sleeve.With a "bang", Wen Shu put the wrench in his hand on the small table, looked up at her, and the corners of his mouth raised an oozing arc.He spoke: "Privately meeting foreign ministers, my queen is really bold. ”Fu Mingsong called him a "private meeting with foreign ministers" and stunned his mind, she said seriously: "A group of palace people, and Imperial Doctor Li are here, how can it be called a private meeting?"
”Where can she afford this crime?
=& #x6770; & #x7c73; & #x54d2; XS Wenshu narrowed his eyes, got up from his seat, and looked at her condescendingly: "I'll talk back." ”The tone and expression that seems to be smiling but not smiling, and not angry are always what Fu Mingsong is most afraid of.She stopped her mouth and bit her lower lip gently, innocent and aggrieved.Suddenly, Wen Shu smiled.He glanced up and down at the clothes that Fu Mingsong had just changed, and said slowly: "What did you say, and spilled the tea, huh?"
”As he spoke, he took two steps closer.Before she could answer, the man's palm was already close to her waist, "Song Changjue is cold and withdrawn, what can he say to you?"
”Now, Fu Mingsong is Wen Tu, and he also understands what kind of anger he is sending.But she has doubts about Wen Shu's "cold and withdrawn temperament", although she has not had much contact with Song Changjue, but after a few times, except for feeling that he has a little sadness, the rest gives people a feeling, which can be regarded as gentle.Of course, Fu Mingsong didn't dare to say this.She raised her hand and touched the side of the man's neck, and explained: "Lord Song has a poor background, and his younger sister died when he was young. ”Wen forgiveness, Song Changjue, where did the young sister come from?
He quietly grabbed her hand: "Song Changjue said it himself?"
”=& #x6770; & #x7c73; & #x54d2; xs She nodded in response: "Lord Song is also a poor person." ”Taking advantage of the softening of his face, Fu Mingsong's fingertips moved lightly and scratched his palm, the meaning of flattering and coaxing could not be more obvious.Now, she knows how to smooth the hair of the tiger.Wen Shu looked down at her, "Don't take it as an example." ”He grabbed her chin with two fingers and bit her lower lip as if in warning, provoking a few soft sounds.It wasn't until Fu Mingsong's little face made him rub red that he refused to stop."
Wait here."
He put down this sentence and walked out of Jingyang Palace, and after returning to the imperial study, he took out the stack of secret letters related to Song Changjue under the stack of secret letters in the secret pavilion.Tsai carefully looked at it, but did not find any clues about the daughter of the Song family.Suddenly, his hand holding the paper scroll paused slightly, and a familiar feeling suddenly appeared.Back then, he was also like this, looking at the past one by one, but it was the dossier of the Song and Song dynasties.At that time, he was desperate to know about her past, but most of them only had traces of her adulthood.There are only a few brushstrokes about her childhood.After a lifetime, those names that seemed unimportant at the beginning only left a vague shadow in the mind.Wen Shu frowned, what was it that was ignored?
Seeing that he was distracted, a few pieces of paper floated to the foot of the table, Yuan Lu reminded softly: "Your Majesty?
”The man came back to his senses in a trance and whispered "um".At the end, he raised his head again and said, "Xuan Shen Qiheng has an audience." ”—September 26, the time of recess and bathing.The trees on both sides of Evergreen Street are bare, with only yellow fallen leaves left, but they are not deserted at all.The steaming smoke on the stalls, the endless stream of pedestrians, the shouting and greetings, no matter what the four seasons, this Changqing Street will always be the most prosperous and lively place in the capital.Shengxi Building is located in the middle of Changqing Street, which is the best location, and has the reputation of the first restaurant in Beijing, which is almost overcrowded every day.Today, especially today, there are groups of courtiers, who love this Sheng Xi Lou the most, to drink and talk, climb friendships, talk about gossip, and exchange some secret news from time to time.Song Changjue was surrounded by several adults and poured a few sips of wine, and sat alone at the window blowing a cold breeze, sober up a little.Shen Qiheng held the teacup over, "Hangover." ”Song Changjue glanced at him and did not refuse."
Lord Song was an official at the beginning, but he still adapts to the bureaucratic atmosphere of Dachu?"
He was referring to the occasion of eating and drinking."
Okay."
Shen Qiheng nodded: "Yes, Ling Zun was also an official, and he was exposed to it, and Lord Song should adapt faster than ordinary people." ”At this time, Song Changjue lifted his eyes to look at him."
I'm ashamed to say that when I checked the details of Lord Song, I couldn't find out any deeper, but as far as I know, Lord Song's family of three is the same as me, and they have never had brothers and sisters, so they must have been a little boring in their childhood."
Shen Qiheng is not obvious, but every word is typed on the joints.Who knows, Song Changjue raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at him: "That's not, I once had a young sister named Song Song, who grew to be eight years old, a small group, and everyone likes it when they see it." ”=& #x6770; & #x7c73; & #x54d2; xs Shen Qiheng didn't expect Song Changjue to speak bluntly, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he really has a young sister?
But the news sent back by the secret agent did not mention this, could it be that he missed a clue?
I don't know if it's because of the wine, Song Changjue is much more difficult to say two sentences."
It's a pity that I couldn't protect her in a fire."
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