Emperor Chengguang's body was so weak that he was even weaker than a newborn baby. A slight mistake at any time could kill him.
Since Ning Yujin stayed in the palace, she has been very busy. She prepares and prepares medicine every day, arranges Emperor Chengguang's daily life, is responsible for Emperor Chengguang's physical needs, and has to do everything possible to take care of Chengguang.
The emperor's tone can last for a while.
And for emergencies that don't know when they will come, she must always stay in the Nourishing Heart Hall to prepare for emergencies.
This kind of life was extremely compact, and all the strings in her body were tense, but when she thought of Mo Jingxiao living two palaces away, she felt less tired.
Sometimes when Mo Jingxiao accompanied Mo Ye to the Yangxin Hall to see Emperor Chengguang, the two of them would look at each other from a distance, or they would reach out to grab each other's hands as they passed each other, and then quickly touch each other's hands.
open.
Without saying a word, just through the gentle touch of the fingertips, she knew that he was thinking of her and she was thinking of him. This silent language sometimes beats any language, letting her know that this cold
There is not only her in the palace, but also him.
The twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month.
The prince's wedding was coming soon, and Emperor Chengguang had been nursed back to health by Ning Yujin. Although he could not speak yet, he was able to open his eyes and see for a while.
Ning Yujin took a look at Emperor Chengguang's condition, raised her chin and thought carefully for a long time, and then said to Mo Ye and Mo Jingxiao: "Didn't I have someone rush to make a wheelchair? Today we are offering sacrifices to heaven.
, The emperor can show his face, but he must be pushed back quickly without letting him get a hint of cold wind. This is feasible. "
It was necessary for the emperor to appear in such a scene. Many people in Daye Dynasty already suspected that Emperor Chengguang had passed away. They also suspected that King Jingyang's rebellion was related to his death and the lack of an owner in the palace. If he was offering sacrifices to heaven
At the grand ceremony, when all the civil and military officials showed up, all the rumors were disproven.
Mo Ye and Mo Jingxiao were naturally happy, and they hurriedly discussed what to do for a while.
Ning Yujin withdrew from the Yangxin Palace, and because of the rare relaxation, she took a slow walk in the palace alone for a while.
Today is the prince's wedding. The palace is filled with red lanterns and the words "happy", making the huge palace look festive.
Walking on the road, you can see palace maids and eunuchs walking back and forth non-stop, holding various things in their hands and shuttling back and forth in the palace, busy non-stop.
Under this situation, Ning Yujin seemed like an idler, as if all the prosperity had nothing to do with her, and she was just a passerby in this chaotic world of mortals.
The road was twists and turns, and I didn't know which path it turned into. By the time Ning Yujin realized what she was doing, she didn't know where she had gone.
I couldn't help but chuckle, and I'll take care of myself now that I've come.
During the prince's wedding, you can't count how many procedures you have to go through on your fingers and toes, so in order to have some leisure time, it's not a bad idea to hide here.
She couldn't find the way back, and others couldn't find the way to find her, so it just happened.
Walking a few steps further and bypassing the lush bamboo forest, you will find an octagonal pavilion.
In this season, a pavilion like this is very deserted. Even if you are here to enjoy the snow, you will put a layer of warm gauze around the pavilion to keep warm, and put a few fire pots inside to make it warm.
She didn't pay much attention to it. She walked all the way into the pavilion, brushed off the snowflakes that fell from the branches on her body, gathered her cloak, and sat down on the stone bench.
This place is secluded and quiet, which is evident from the fact that when the snow on the roads elsewhere has been cleared away, there is still so much snow piled up here.
Ning Yujin originally thought that she was the only one who discovered this place, but she didn't expect that when she was in a daze, a voice suddenly sounded in her ears: "I thought I was the only one who came to this place, but I didn't expect to meet someone today."
My little friend, this is truly fate!"
Ning Yujin turned around after hearing the sound and saw a man wearing an ink gown standing next to the pavilion.
His clothes are made of fine winter brocade, and there are chinchilla furs on the edges of his clothes. He looks simple and warm. His face is not very prominent, with a smile on it. He has a piano under his arm and a piano on the other.
Holding a small heater in one hand, he just stood there and looked at her.
Ning Yujin looked back after him and found that he was coming from the other side of the intersection. She couldn't help but glance at him strangely, but still responded: "I bumped into him by mistake too.
Place, is it your location?"
"Is this the whole world that belongs to the king, and the soldiers who command the land are not the king's ministers? Every place in this palace naturally belongs to the current emperor. How can I say it?"
The man walked into the pavilion with a smile, put down the heater and piano on the table, and then sat down opposite Ning Yujin.
Ning Yujin's eyes fell on the heater, and when she looked carefully, she found that the opening above was open and steaming out. There was a white jade bottle of suet inside, which was warm wine.
Could it be that this person came here to play the piano, drink wine and enjoy the snow?
These little days are going really well.
Ning Yujin heard that his conversation was not like that of an ordinary person, so she couldn't help but feel interested in talking to him: "What does Sir do in this palace?"
As far as she knew, apart from the eunuchs, there were only a few types of men in the palace - guards, imperial doctors, and piano players. She moved her eyes downwards and glanced at the piano he held over.
There is an answer.
Sure enough, I just heard the man say: "Ming in the lower section, a blockbuster Ming, is a piano player in this palace. Can I ask what my little brother does? Look at this, he doesn't look like a royal guard or a royal doctor.
Ah, if it’s a luthier, that’s even more impossible, I know all the luthiers.”
Ning Yujin waved her hands with a smile, and made a random excuse: "I am not from the palace, I just came with my family to attend the wedding of His Royal Highness. However, those complicated etiquette are too testing, so I
Sneaked out secretly."
"That's what my little brother said. I'm also tired of that kind of scene, so I excused myself from illness and didn't go to perform in front of the palace. I thought it would be better to have a piano and a pot of wine and enjoy the snow by myself, so leisurely and happily."
It’s the dream of many art students to be able to perform in front of the palace. But during this period of serious illness, they felt that they were penniless.
Although Ning Yujin is not a person who prefers elegance to bread, she still admires this kind of person. She couldn't help but smile and said: "Mr. Duan is absolutely right."
But she really wanted to ask, would a person like him who was just cheating and slacking off in his work really not be kicked out?
At that time, she didn't know what kind of person the person sitting in front of her was.