Now that the queen had begun to become suspicious, Si Wushang changed the time of treatment to night. During the day, King Zheng and the emperor would also play chess. Most of the time, the couple stayed in the room, and Yingluo helped him with his exercises every day.
By adjusting your breath, you won’t be in the same tired state as before.
The emperor was afraid that the queen would be suspicious, so he just said that he thought the queen was right. Prince Zheng and the princess were newly married. It was rare for them to go out for fun like this. He hoped that the two of them could start a new business for the royal family as soon as possible.
Longze is surrounded by mountains and beautiful mountains and rivers, along a vast expanse of green lake all the way to the south.
But the mountains and forests on both sides of the bank are beautiful, the Jade River is reflected in the heart, and the peaks are reflected obliquely.
Strange flowers are blooming all over the mountains, trees are blooming, birds are chirping on thousands of mountains, and boat songs are melodious in the distance.
Yingluo stood on the bow of the boat and watched the birds flying in the sky in the distance. She was surrounded by mountains and rivers and smelled the fragrance of the grass and trees on both sides of the bank. She felt so comfortable that her mind became broader.
There is no luxury of the palace, only the magnificence of the mountains and rivers. Yingluo is completely immersed in the beautiful scenery, "It's really beautiful here, like a fairyland on earth."
Looking at Yingluo who looked like she was sleeping, Si Wushang was in an unusually bright mood, "Didn't I say that I would take you to visit mountains and rivers in the future? There will be many beautiful scenery."
"Are you making fun of me for not seeing the world?"
It seems that he really needs to change his attitude towards her. It was a very pertinent sentence, but he misinterpreted it. However, Long Ze's behavior was dangerous and dangerous. Thinking about it, the people from the Ancient No Country should have arrived.
"Whatever you think! After crossing this thousand mountains, we will reach Longze Lake. I may not have more time to accompany you by then. Since you like the mountains and rivers here, there is no need to worry."
As the boat song played, Yingluo thought she had heard it wrong. He actually said he was worried about herself, but he rarely said such words, and her heart felt warm. She had nothing to worry about.
Suddenly I remembered Die Yi and the dream I had a few days ago, "My lord, you have to be careful with Die Yi."
"Since I dare to come, I must have made complete preparations. But don't just relax and relax for fun!" Yingluo's heart was full of worries and she had no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery.
The emperor has ordered not to disturb the people, and not to allow any officials to come to greet the driver. He just wants to spend the summer in peace.
Qianshandu, as its name suggests, is not only beautiful, but also a geomantic treasure that is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It faces Longze Lake across the mountain. After Qianshandu, you will reach Longze Lake.
There has been a legend for a long time. It is said that Chenghan is a soaring golden dragon, Yingchuan is the dragon's throat, Longze Lake and Qianshandu are the two eyes of the flying dragon, where the dragon's essence is.
Every year, emperors choose to come here to escape the summer heat, so this legend is widely circulated, but it is just a folklore.
The dragon boat docked at the shore, and a crowd of people gathered around the emperor and the queen to get off the dragon boat, followed closely by Si Wushang and Yingluo.
Looking at the graceful weeping willows on the shore of the lake, they are dancing in the breeze, just like smoke and clouds, which is so beautiful.
Many years ago, the two brothers would accompany the late emperor to live here for some time every year, away from the hustle and bustle, in order to find inner peace.
The emperor took the queen to the courtyard where the emperor was, and Si Wushang took Yingluo to the courtyard where the east chamber was.
Yingluo followed Si Wushang closely, looking at the red walls and green tiles in the distance. The inside of the wall was like clouds, and the tea flowers were falling. Midsummer was the time when the falling flowers were in full bloom.
"It's a tamarisk flower!"
"That courtyard used to be the courtyard where my mother-in-law lived. My father knew that my mother-in-law liked tea flowers, so he planted tea flowers in the yard. My mother-in-law's nickname was Cunxin, so the courtyard was also called Nianxinyuan, and it was also the place where I once lived.
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I once heard someone say that Concubine Chen was not from a famous family. Although she was a dancing concubine, she was not only beautiful, but her talent and appearance were no less than that of a lady from a famous family.
Being able to become a concubine was the favor of the emperor, and she became the harem of the Han Dynasty. She was loved by thousands of people. Even when she went out to escape the summer, she had to take Concubine Chen with her. If she was too sharp, she would bring trouble. No wonder the Queen Mother was jealous.
The group of people soon entered the courtyard. Seeing the falling flowers so close was more touching than seeing them from a distance. There was a strong desolate beauty in the falling flowers.
There are jade-carved stone tables and benches placed under the tree. Many years ago, there were beauties dancing under the tree, drinking tea and playing the piano in front of the stone table, but now things have changed.
Turning his eyes to look at the faint sadness in Prince Zheng's eyes, he must have thought of his mother and concubine, "Deliberately said: Prince Zheng, look at the freshness and elegance of this courtyard, it must be very nice inside."
"Come with me!"
Yingluo followed Prince Zheng into the room. Opposite was a bookcase with neatly arranged pens and ink, and a guqin and chessboard beside the window.
The inside is not gorgeous but very poetic. It seems that Concubine Chen is a talented woman.
There is also a portrait of a woman hanging on the wall. Her features are picturesque and charming, somewhat similar to Prince Zheng, but she is more graceful and graceful.
It reminded Yingluo of the flying dance steps picture that King Zheng once gave to her. It was exactly the same as the meticulous drawing of this painting. It turned out that King Zheng's talent was entirely at the level of Concubine Chen.
He opened his mouth and praised: "This place is really different. There is a scholarly atmosphere everywhere. It is really shameless to see the mother-in-law. If she knows that her daughter-in-law is just a warrior, I am afraid she will be disappointed."
"There are many women in the world who are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I am afraid you are the only one who is incompetent in literature and martial arts."
Is he praising or belittling himself, but since he still knows how to joke, I won't argue with him.
Now that Zhen'er's body is mostly recovered, she and Zhen'er simply cleaned the room together and put on quilts from the palace, while Si Wushang sat under the tree and drank tea leisurely.
As night fell and the sky gradually darkened, Si Wushang was going to treat the emperor. He could complete the treatment in two days without any interruption.
After King Zheng left, he sent Zhen'er away, leaving him alone in the room. During the day, he looked at her like an ordinary person, but he always kept King Zheng's words in his heart.
Every time I think of that nightmare, I feel uneasy. There is no Lingshan Temple here, otherwise I can ask for a peace charm, which will give me peace of mind.
I once remembered a book saying that if someone can sincerely write scriptures with the blood of the tip of his tongue and fingertips, it will be very effective. I once accompanied my aunt to recite scriptures in the Buddhist hall, and I still remember the protective mantras.
I rummaged around and found some yellow paper, bit the finger of my left hand, dripped the blood into the tea cup, took an embroidery needle and stabbed it into the bronze mirror. The pain spread instantly, tears dripped out, and my tongue was swollen and stiff.
As the saying goes, sincerity leads to spiritual success. I laid the yellow paper flat, took a new soaked brush, dipped it in some blood, and wrote the scriptures on the paper. There should be no mistakes in each stroke.
After two hours, I finally finished writing the scripture, folded it into a triangle, put it into a red sachet, and then sewed the silk ribbon.
At this time, Yingluo's joints were red and swollen, and the tip of her tongue was swollen and she could not speak. She did not want King Zheng to know about this, so she took out the letter paper and wrote a note, put the sachet into the envelope, and placed it on the desk. Today
It's almost dawn, and King Zheng will be back soon.