Wearing Pheromone As a Faint King - Chapter 87

They stood at the crossroads, the red walls and yellow tiles reflected the rays of the autumn sun, almost dazzling their eyes, making them dizzy.

Feng He’s internal injuries were not complete, so he tried his best to restrain his cough, and said in a deep voice: “Every two people are in a team, look in different directions, and the major palace gates should strengthen their inspections and be sure to stop Long live from leaving the palace.”

“Hurry and find! Find them all!” Yi Dongpo’s tears and sweat mixed together, and he took his old face, and he dragged Chun Lai and said, “You immediately summon all the minions on rest, and be sure to find Long live.”

“God, don’t worry!” Chun Lai stroked his chest vigorously to help him exhale the foul breath in his chest.

Wei Yansi didn’t want to get rid of them at all, she was depressed inside, buried her head and walked forward anxiously, thinking of a quiet place, calmly and calmly.

The mind was elsewhere, and there was no direction under his feet. When he raised his head again, he arrived at the gate of Wuying Hall.

I still remember the first time I came to this place. It was the day of the Wanshou Banquet. The fever period made her feel unbearable. Reluctantly, Yi Dongpo found a thin horse outside the palace and hid it in the Wuying Hall, but bit by accident. Qu Jinying.

She has never been here since, and she is still unfamiliar with everything in it.

Yi Dongpo once mentioned to her that when the Supreme Emperor was not in charge, the princess Duanyang was in charge, and the Wuyingdian was where the princess Duanyang handled the government.

She raised her foot in a ghostly spirit, and the entrance was a winding path paved with fine gravel. On both sides are verdant thin bamboos, planted densely and densely. The bamboo leaves are slender and intertwined into pieces, blocking the sun overhead and casting a large area of ​​shade. .

If it’s midsummer, this is a good place to go.

Wei Yansi relied on his memory to go deep, and he saw a pavilion as he wished, and turned out the path to Wuying Hall.

The palace is magnificent and magnificent, under the shining of the warm sun, there is a magnificent brilliance.

As the so-called things are not human beings, Wei Yansi thought that the slaves who cleaned the residence would be lazy, and the Wuying Hall would show the old feeling of disrepair. On the contrary, the bamboo shade is like a cover, the stone path is quiet, and even the air is better than other places. Fresher.

All things entering the goal seemed to have a certain magical power, which made her calm and calm, and the bitterness accumulated in her chest, like a wind blowing, dissipated in an instant.

After walking for too long, the soles of my feet feel aching, which is convenient for small and medium-sized sitting in the pavilion. Before I know it, I fell asleep on the stone table and dreamed.

In the dream there is a woman named Asi.

Wei Yansi dreamed of her, her pale face, soft eyebrows, especially her eyes, soft enough to drip water. It is Princess Duanyang.

In their dreams, they were in a small room with closed doors and windows, the light was hazy, and the air was full of strong smell of medicine.

The eldest princess lay in the bed, coughing uncontrollably, coughing enough to beckon her, and lovingly said, “Asi, come to my mother.”

And she herself sat in front of the dressing table, fiddling with a small bronze mirror. The little person in the mirror was three or four years old, with a round face and fleshy hands shaking a rattle. Hearing the call of the princess, she obediently slid down the stool and came to the bed.

Naisheng said: “Mother, are you better?”

“Good boy, my mother is much better,” the eldest princess put her cold palms against her face, “you go and ask Brother Fenghe to come in.”

“Okay.” She ran away, shaking the rattle as she ran, and she ran into the yard and called to her brother, Feng He, who was practicing in horse-strokes, was very carefree.

Feng He was still childish and looked like a half-year-old boy. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, bent down and hugged her.

She suddenly became as tall as Fenghe, and naughtyly grabbed Fenghe’s ears: “My mother calls you.”

Feng He let her land: “Brother will come as soon as he goes, don’t run around, just play in the yard.”

She shook the rattle twice as a response, but followed Fenghe sneakily, paddling her feet, struggling to pull the window sill, and look into the house.

Feng He knelt on the side of the bed, holding the hand of the princess, tears dripping from the corner of his eyes.

“I will take care of my sister.”

“You take her… to Yanjing.”

“…”

“He’er, Hao Ming will **** you, you have to be good, you know.”

“…I can’t bear you.”

“I can’t bear you either.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere, just stay with you here.”

“Good boy, I don’t have much time. You take your younger sister back to Yanjing, and Jialong will take care of you for me.”

Feng He sobbed hard: “…I remember, mother, you are at ease.”

“Tell Yulong for me… I hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will be worthy of love.”

“Mother!”

With tears dripping down Fenghe’s cheeks, Wei Yansi’s heart ache, shaking violently, and awakened.

She covered her aching heart, laughed at herself and dreamed even after taking a nap, and then recalled the details of her dream.

The eldest princess, young Fenghe, Hao Ming, 绻绻…

She murmured, remembering that Suo was the name of her mother’s queen.

There is also that rattle, which is very familiar. If I remember correctly, the Emperor Taishang has exactly the same. The emperor loves this drum very much, and every time she asks for peace, she sees him playing with it in her hand, it’s like something baby.

It seems that every dream is the memory of the original owner, and the things in the dream have actually happened.

It’s just that the original owner was too small at the time, and his memories were scattered and fragmented, and it was difficult to connect them together completely.

Wei Yansi pondered hard, his head couldn’t hold back, and he was hurting again.

He said to himself, I don’t know how long I slept, my whole body feels soft, and my head is dizzy.

He stretched his back and walked slowly into the backyard, opened the short branch that blocked his eyes, tilted his head, and saw her mother, who was swinging alone.

Wei Yansi’s black and white eyes were instantly full of surprise.

Reading the phrase “I wish your heart be like my heart, and I will live up to love.”

After knowing it, could it be possible that the queen mother had a leg with the princess Duanyang?

She was shocked by this thought, and stood blankly, her hands and feet were completely incessant, unable to move.

“Emperor?” The Queen Mother noticed her and got up from the swing, “What are you doing stupidly, come here, come to the mother’s back.”

When the Queen Mother said this, her tone and demeanor were exactly the same as those of Princess Duanyang, and a smile appeared between her eyebrows and her eyes.

Wei Yan’s vacant gaze slowly focused on the Queen Mother: “Mother Queen.”

The Queen Mother walked to her eyes, put her hand on her forehead, and tested her body temperature: “My complexion is so bad, is it uncomfortable?”

“…I dreamed of Princess Duanyang.” Wei Yansi said without reason.

The conversation started to rise suddenly, unexpectedly the Queen Mother, withdrawing her hand, condensed in the air, and her thin shoulders trembled.

“The Aijia also… often dream of her.”

“She called you 绻绻 in a dream.”

“…”

“I kept thinking of you before I die—”

“Emperor! The queen mother is tired, she wants to go back.” The queen mother quickly turned around, hiding the sadness that was about to rush out.

Wei Yansi stopped her.

“On this trip to Yuzhou, the emperor met Hao Ming. Can the mother tell the emperor about him?”

The bitterness of the queen mother stayed in her throat: “…the princess once showed kindness to him, that’s all.”