"Worry makes me sick, my qi and blood are deficient, and my heart is attacked by a sudden rush of fire, which makes me faint. I need to take good care of myself."
The doctor's voice rang in my ears.
Sang Yan woke up, but didn't want to open her eyes, so she simply pretended to be asleep.
He Ying saw it and said deliberately: "Pei Muyang, why are you still standing there? Go and draft the decree."
"don't want!"
Sang Yan opened her eyes, sat up in shock, and looked at He Ying: "My daughter has no intention of entering the palace, and I hope the emperor will take back my order."
As he said this, he forced his weak body to get out of bed and kneel.
"Ignorant of good and evil!"
He Ying saw what she was thinking, and while he was angry, he also felt a bit of pity: "Send her back to Yuesang Palace first!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will take my leave."
Sang Yan got off the dragon bed without hesitation and was helped out of Qingning Palace by several palace maids.
outside the palace
A eunuch prepared a chariot.
That's where only concubines and above can sit.
Sang Yan didn't want to sit down, but He Ying was watching from behind, so she had no choice but to sit on it.
The group of people marched back to Yuesang Palace.
The imperial doctor also followed. After entering the palace, he gave the medicine list and asked the palace maid to pick up the medicine and boil it.
Sang Ruoshui heard the commotion and came over. Seeing Sang Yan lying sickly on the bed, she was shocked: She said she was sick, but she was lying. How could she really be sick?
"Sister, what's wrong with you?"
She stepped forward to ask, with genuine worry in her eyes - the emperor had just asked her to take good care of Sang Yan, but she fell ill. What if the emperor was to blame? She didn't dare to think about it.
Sang Yan didn't have a heart-to-heart relationship with her, and didn't want to talk to her more.
If she hadn't sent the message to the emperor, she would have left the palace long ago, so how could anything be happening now?
Seeing her silence, Sang Ruoshui guessed that she was still angry with him, so he wisely shut up and went to ask the imperial doctor.
When the imperial doctor told her about Sang Yan's condition, she felt relieved and blamed herself: "It turns out that I put too much pressure on my sister. It's my sister's fault. My sister was anxious for a moment and made her unhappy. She will definitely not do it in the future."
You did it again. Sister, please take care of yourself, nothing is more important than your body."
Sang Yan didn't appreciate her nice words: "I'm tired."
She tactfully chases people away.
Just at this moment, the palace maid came over with medicine.
Sang Ruoshui saw it and reached out to take it: "Let me feed my sister some medicine. Once my sister drinks the medicine, I will leave without disturbing my sister's rest."
In order to let her leave early, Sang Yan simply stretched out her hand and said, "Give it to me. I'll drink it myself."
"No rush. It's still a little hot."
Sang Ruoshui took the spoon, stirred it a few times, blew on it, and waited until the heat was almost the same before handing it over.
Sang Yan took the medicine and drank it in one breath.
Sang Ruoshui kept his word, told the palace maid to serve him well, and left.
Sang Yan looked at her leaving figure, but what she was thinking about was He Ying - he wanted to make her his concubine. Although he gave up the idea for the time being, he couldn't stay in the palace for long.
Must go.
He also wanted to leave unexpectedly.
So, Sang Yan didn't ask anyone to pack her things the next day, so she took Qiuzhi and left the palace with the Queen Mother's instructions.
Before leaving, she sent a letter to He Ying, hoping that he would let her go.
*
He Ying received Sang Yan's letter after going to court.
By then, Sang Yan had already left.
He opened her letter and there was not much writing inside, just something like a love poem:
【I love you
Love to the point of not being selfish.
like a person
A dove flew away in my hand,
From his heart
Bless the dove’s flight.]
What's the meaning?
Hinting that he only loves her if he lets go?
He Ying read this little poem over and over again, forgetting to investigate her departure.
This is exactly what Sang Yan wanted.
She left behind Wang Xiaobo's love poem, firstly, to appease He Ying and make him less angry, and secondly, to hint to He Ying to let her go free.
After she left the palace, she did not return to Sang's family, but to Zhuangzi.
Although she only lived in Zhuangzi for a few days, she really liked it here.
The mountains and rivers are beautiful, green as far as the eye can see, and even the air reveals freedom.
It rained heavily during the night.
Sang Yan couldn't sleep.
I can't help but think about He Ying's next move: Can those few words dispel his thoughts? Will he let her go?
She was so upset and couldn't sleep.
It rained harder.
The servants came out one after another to move the flowers and plants in the yard.
She heard the noise and opened the window to watch them busy in the night.
After a while, they all turned into drowned rats.
"Qiuzhi, ask Mrs. Liu in the kitchen to cook some ginger soup for them, and make sure they drink it before going to bed."
She is a good mistress who cares about her servants.
Qiuzhi heard this and immediately responded: "Yes, Miss."
The servants in the courtyard also heard this and thanked them one after another: "Miss is really kind-hearted./Thank you, Miss./Miss, please close the window, be careful of the wind./Yes, yes, yes, your body is delicate, if you catch the cold due to the wind,
But it’s not good.”
Between people, sincerity is exchanged for sincerity.
Sang Yan was very moved by their simple concern.
Even the boredom has dissipated a lot.
"It's okay, I'm wearing a big cloak."
She smiled, but accepted the favor, closed the window, and lay down on the bed to sleep.
Maybe he felt better and fell asleep gradually.
at the same time
Qingning Hall
He Ying is still insomnia.
He tossed and turned on the large dragon bed, feeling restless and unable to sleep.
"Someone is coming!"
Is he still crawling?
He got up and lifted the gauze curtain.
"Your Majesty, my servant is here."
Before the people arrive, the sound arrives first.
Pei Muyang opened the palace door and hurried in.
The lights in the temple also lit up, like daylight.
"Pick up the things on the ground."
When Pei Muyang heard the emperor's words, he noticed a paper ball on the ground.
If I remember correctly, it should be a letter left by Sang Yan.
This Sang Yan is also very capable. He dared to leave the palace privately after leaving just a few words.
It’s so arrogant to be pampered!
"emperor--"
Pei Muyang handed the paper ball to the emperor. Looking at his expression from the corner of his eye, he saw that he was in an unhappy mood, so he carefully considered his words and said: "I see that the epiphyllum in the imperial garden is about to bloom. How about inviting Sang Da tomorrow?"
The lady goes to the palace to admire the night-blooming cereus?"
The emperor was obviously reluctant to let Sang Yan leave.
But now that Sang Yan has left, he will never come back easily.
Unless the emperor orders it.
But the emperor’s decree was too eye-catching.
It's not that the emperor is afraid of criticism, it's that the emperor cares about Sang Yan and doesn't want her to be criticized.
Then we can only do it tactfully.
Pei Muyang understood the emperor's thoughts very thoroughly.
But He Ying glanced at him and said nothing. He just lowered his head and concentrated on stroking the paper ball.
It's like returning to the way it was before.
With a hint of cherishment.
When Pei Muyang saw it, he felt that he might not be satisfied with this approach. He paused for a while and then said: "The emperor has not paid a private visit incognito for a long time. It is said that there is a teahouse in the capital, and Mr. Feng Yicheng was invited to come and tell stories."
Feng Yicheng is the eldest grandson of Feng Yi, the imperial censor.
He passed the imperial examination at the age of seventeen, and was born with a dragon and a phoenix. He won the appreciation of He Ying and even entered the Hanlin Academy as an errand.
But he didn't like his fame, so he resigned soon after joining the job and has been traveling abroad.
Over the years, he has visited famous mountains and rivers and written countless poems and travel notes.
Every time he publishes a book, it attracts rushes, let alone his story telling.
"Your Majesty, why don't you find a time to take Miss Sang to listen to a book? She is in a depressed mood. Maybe she will feel better after listening to it."
Pei Muyang racked his brains to please the emperor.
He Ying was indeed pleased by him - Sang Yan obviously didn't like the palace, and now she still had a heart problem. If she was allowed to enter the palace again, he was afraid that it would aggravate the heart disease. He did not immediately pursue her departure from the palace because of this.
For this reason, if you want to see her, it is better to meet her outside the palace.
"What a brain you have-"
He Ying showed admiration and said with a smile: "Occasionally, it can be useful."
Pei Muyang was not greedy for merit and immediately laughed: "It's all good lessons from the emperor."
He Ying didn't say anything else, he looked away and fell on the wrinkled letter: How is she a dove? She is clearly a rabbit.