Li Huang

Chapter 188: Lovesickness, no meeting (1)

That night, I had just served him to sleep. Seeing his unreliable firm lines in his sleep, my heart was slightly sour. I have no way of knowing what happened in the previous dynasty, so I cannot persuade him.

The only thing he can do is to serve him, prepare his favorite food, prepare a cup of Lu'an tea that is hot and cold when he is meditating, lightly light up the candle in the middle of the night, and prepare some delicious snacks. The tent on the bed hung the soothing benzoin, and the pillow was replaced with calming cassia seeds and dried chrysanthemums. The weather is getting warmer, fearing that the heat will induce anxiety in his heart, before he goes to bed, all the bedding is hanging in front of the ice bucket in the small hall. Everything is just for him to feel even a little bit of comfort, a little bit of relaxation, or a little bit of peace in my place. Because the front is definitely unstable.

Covering Shen Xiyao with a brocade quilt, he carefully pulled his arm out of his neck, but he couldn't sleep. The dark night is very quiet, you can hear the wind gently blowing on the trees in the courtyard, and smell the cool air brought by the wind. It was very quiet, such a peaceful tranquility made the whole body relax, and the eyelids were heavy, and he was about to fall asleep, when there was a sudden sound of rapid footsteps outside.

"The emperor, the emperor, report urgently." Zhang Dehai's voice showed anxiety, I opened my eyes suddenly, Shen Xiyao had turned over and sat up, his face was haggard and haggard that was suddenly awakened. However, the confusion was only a moment, and he had restored the emperor's natural composure and sobriety.

Shen Xiyao turned his head, gave me a light kiss and hurriedly walked out. I followed him to the door and saw not only Zhang Dehai but also several men in armor outside. Shen Xiyao closed the door with his backhand, then turned around and looked at me solemnly, his voice as soft as a breeze: "Go to sleep."

I want to say something, he stretched out his hands, and with a "swish", a golden curtain separated us. I grasped the carved flower on the door and pressed it tightly, and the voice from outside came to my ears.

"The emperor, the minister waited to die, did not guard Jingcheng." A slightly old voice trembled slightly, with fear and anxiety.

After a sound of armor, there was a dead silence.

"General Meng...The city is lost, what are you doing when you come back?" Shen Xiyao's extremely unhappy voice came. After that, something was thrown to the ground, and the bird perched on the tree outside the window was shocked. "Fluttering" flapped its wings and flew away.

Even through the heavy curtain, I can still feel the suffocating depression outside.

"Chen **** it. It's just that the Uighurs had attacked in autumn earlier, so I don't want to do it this time..." General Meng hesitated and vomited as excuses. It occurred to me that General Meng might be the father of Li Fei.

Shen Xiyao naturally didn't want to listen to those useless words, his anger was obvious.

I only heard him slap the table hard, almost roaring angrily: "You only want to return to the fall to commit the crime. Last year, it was abnormally non-violent. I reminded you to pay more attention. I have revised the book many times to ask you to always prepare for its raids, and allocate a large amount of food and grass to prepare for emergencies. But you still... also lost the city!" Shen Xiyao was really angry, and there was no usual voice in that voice. Calm.

"You still have the face to come back! A warrior general, the city is there, and the city can't be killed! You are good, ran back! Over there, I can't retreat in a row? Are you satisfied when you attack the capital?" Shen Xiyao The sound of footsteps was pacing back and forth in the empty hall outside, and my heart clenched tightly.

"Zhang Dehai, take Meng Hanzhi into the jail for negligence of duty! Summon the Ministry of War to go to the Imperial Study Room to discuss matters immediately!" He said sharply.

"The emperor is pleased, the emperor is forgiving!" Meng Hanzhi begged for mercy.

I shook my head. As a guard, I abandoned the city and ran back by myself, hoping that the emperor would give him a way out? Given his way of life, who can give a way to the women and children captured by the enemy in Jingcheng? However, I think of the Li Fei in the palace and the powerful foundation of the Meng family. Rather than dying in Jingcheng, perhaps Meng Hanzhi is more willing to return to the capital to survive.

With the sound of Bingjia, Meng Hanzhi was taken down by the guards. His begging for mercy was particularly harsh in the dark night. However, this sadness is not pitiful.

There was no sound in the room. I pricked my ears and listened. There was only a soft "rustle", which was the sound of Shen Xiyao's soap boots pacing back and forth on the Persian plush carpet.

It seemed that after a long time, he was full of a hesitant voice, softly, but it came into my ears like thunder.

"Go yourself... quietly bring Xi He."

I slowly fell down the door and sat on the ground, pulling my clothes and pressing on my chest to prevent the beating heart from jumping out.

Xihe, these two words evoke how many memories I have. Two years, we have not seen each other for two years. Will the wind and sand of the imperial mausoleum diminish his appearance?

I looked at everything on the jade-colored Lianzhu Hang silk nightgown, which is soft and breathable, making it the most comfortable to wear. Because of the maintenance of this period of time, the skin has become more radiant and moist, although it is not full of the previous year, but it has a refreshing and beautiful style. This kind of me is a golden silk bird raised in the Hall of Nourishing the Heart, with "everything is right" given by Shen Xiyao.

The guilt in my heart grew like seaweed, and I suddenly felt that the carved beams and paintings in front of me were so dazzling. I should stay in Fanshi, endure the wind and rain like Xihe, full of thorns, even if there is no love for each other, as long as I am in the same situation, I should always be satisfied with the other person. When the emperor’s anger is extinguished, and the sin that should be redeemed is paid, even if the temples are spotted and his face has changed, but when he meets again, he will live up to the original affection and the hardships and dangers of his life for many years.

Tears slowly slid down the cheeks, and finally condensed into a cold piece on the cheeks. I heard footsteps approaching, it was Shen Xiyao. I hurriedly wiped away my tears, and almost rushed to the bed, pretending to be asleep the moment he unlocked.

A warm hand gently covered my face, and I was very nervous, afraid that he would feel the wet tears. But just as he wanted to touch him, Grandpa Li's voice came from outside the door.

"The emperor, the ministers are here, where does the emperor want to meet?"

"Imperial Study Room." Shen Xiyao dropped a sentence and put his hand back. I heard the lock "click", and then there was only silence in the room.

My heart did not calm down because Shen Xiyao went out, on the contrary, it jumped more and more eagerly. It wasn't until about an hour later that Zhang Dehai's voice sounded from outside the door, and I didn't know where the heartbeat originated.

"The emperor, see you by Wang Yu."

There was a slight sound of footsteps, and then Zhang Dehai said "Huh", thinking it was because Shen Xiyao was not in the main hall.

"Lord Yu, please wait a moment, the old slave asks where the emperor is." Zhang Dehai's tone was very polite, and his voice was very gentle, even his name was the same as before. It is as if Xihe has always been Shen Xiyao's closest siblings, and Daxi's most noble King Yu has never changed at all.

"There's Mr. Lao Zhang." That was Xi He's voice, still as elegant as water, calm and indifferent, but slightly hoarse. I think it was the wind and sand of the imperial tomb that ruthlessly ruined this man like a jade and moon, but the inner noble and liberal arts will never change.

"Manager Zhang, do you know what the emperor called me?" Xihe's voice hit my heart again, I closed my eyes and grabbed my gown.

"This..." Zhang Dehai hesitated and said: "There was a border emergency report before, and the emperor was very worried after hearing it." He paused and said in a low voice: "General Meng lost Jingcheng and ran back to the capital. The emperor was furious."

"Abandon the city and run away!" In addition to shock, Xi He's voice was also obviously worried and anxious. I think he must have frowned at this time, his face full of anxiety, just like his emperor brother.

"Prince Yu, sit down for a while." Zhang Dehai respectfully said: "The old slave will come as soon as he goes."

"Manager Zhang, please do it yourself." Xi He's voice returned to peace.

It was quiet, so quiet that I could even hear the faint sound of fallen leaves outside the window, and the delightful sound of flowers blooming in the dark night. I quietly looked at the heavy curtain blocking the line of sight, and suddenly understood the grief of "I can't speak in a surging water." It's just that the men and women in the poem can see each other, and they have a support in their hearts. At this time, I would rather lose my life by ten years than be separated by Tianhe, as long as I can see him, it is enough.

Reaching out, the plain white fingers have touched the carved door rail, almost in the next instant I will knock on the door panel, asking him over there to open the soft curtain and walk in front of my eyes.

The eyes were sour and unbearable, the sadness and sorrow hit me, but I finally put down my hand, and through the curtain, my hand quietly drew an outline in the air. The heart seems to be tightly bound by a thick rope, so tight that every light breath is accompanied by heartache.

I bit my arm fiercely, and the bone pain came and made me sober.

As long as I call now, we can see each other. Even through this door, as long as you see the other party, you will be satisfied. But I can’t. If I do this, it’s not just me.

Tears overflowed my eyes, but my heartache was nowhere to talk. I wanted to shout out the pain in my heart, but I opened my mouth, but it turned into a silent and sad arc. Since ancient times, I have been sorrowful and laughed, so that's it.

"Xihe, you are here!" Shen Xiyao's voice sounded abruptly, breaking the silence. At this time, I had completely calmed down. Although the hand holding the robe had not been Panasonic, I finally calmed down.

"Xiaomin see the emperor." Xihe's voice was calm, without any emotion.

Shen Xiyao was silent for a moment, vaguely angrily said: "I didn't take away your throne title, and I only claimed to the outside world that you were traveling. Why did you leave your origin clean?"

Xi He did not speak.

Shen Xiyao saw that he was silent, and sighed: "The imperial mausoleum is really hard. Only two years ago, you have lost weight and dyed white hair? Get up." In his voice, there is the love of the brother and the deeds. The emperor's compassion.

"Thank you for the emperor's concern. Xiao...Xiaomin went to guard the ancestors' tombs and confessed to the ancestors. It should be." Xihe insisted that he was still a common people, and at the same time, he did not regard Shen Xiyao as the elder brother, but only regarded him as the emperor. So I think he is still kneeling on the ground.

Shen Xiyao seemed to be irritated by his stubbornness: "It really should be, what you did, I didn't kill you immediately, I am ashamed of my ancestors!"

"The emperor..." Xihe's tone was painful: "Everything is Xiaomin's fault. It is Xiaomin's wishful thinking. She must stay by her side and insist that she and Xiaomin be a couple. Please also The emperor only punishes Xiaomin, don't blame her anymore."

"Wishful thinking? Stalker? Do you think that I have seen your closeness and will believe after hearing the villagers say that you are so kind?" Shen Xiyao's anger that had been suppressed for two years was ignited again.