Chapter 5 Chapter Fifty-one

Although Mo Yanchuo repeatedly said that Li Chengyi's life was not in danger, Zhe Miyi's hands and feet were still trembling in panic. Shen Zhenzhu didn't lose her sense of worry, and brought Zhe Miyi to report to Concubine Zhang Shu, and simply prepared a horse for Zhe Miyi to fly to Luoyang at night. Tossing around midnight the first night, getting up early the next day, facing the mirror was pasting flowers, the maid hurriedly said outside the curtain: "Princess, Cui Ruren may not be well this morning!" Shen Zhenzhu made a wrong hand, and the flowers were pasted crookedly , she wiped it off casually, and walked to the south room where Cui Caiping lived.

The court lady in front of Cui Caiping was panic-stricken, Xu Shi had never experienced such a scene before, so she couldn't help feeling anxious.The palace room was full of medicinal fragrance, the thick curtains were lifted, and Cui Caiping lay flat on the couch, not moving at all.A court lady wiped her tears and sobbed: "If you get up early, you won't be able to feed the medicine." Su Ci arrived one step late, her expression was sluggish, her eyes were flushed, she didn't think she had a good rest last night.Seeing Shen Zhenzhu looking sideways at her, she took two steps forward and blessed slightly.There are thousands of words in Shen Zhenzhu's belly, but at this moment, the situation is inappropriate, and the meaning is still hard to say, she said softly: "Let's look at Cui Ruren first."

This was originally a kind of tacit understanding, Su Ci's slender fingers moved under Cui Caiping's nose, and said in surprise: "Sometimes there, sometimes not, I'm afraid it's dangerous!" The imperial physician has not yet arrived, and Cui Caiping's current status can be ignored by everyone in charge. Cui Caiping became even thinner, her face was yellowish with black, her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelids were thick and black like lacquer, compared with the colorful brocade quilt covering her body, she looked even thinner and thinner.At this moment, Shen Zhenzhu felt especially sorry for Cui Caiping - Cui Caiping was just a person with an arrogant temperament, not a person with vicious means.This prosperous and splendid world of mortals is passed down to future generations, and it is a colorful chapter.However, reading and reading history, watching the world and seeing love, as a woman, it seems that she always has to rely on others to survive—either her natal family or her husband's family.Today, she felt pity for Cui Caiping, but she didn't know who he was, but could someone let out a long sigh for her Shen Zhenzhu?

"Uh——" Cui Caiping's throat groaned, her dry lips parted and closed, as if murmuring something, Shen Zhenzhu approached her, even though she knew she was in a daze, she still wanted her to wake up for a moment before she died, and said: " Color screen, what do you want to say?—” When she called out, Cui Caiping really slowly opened her eyes. It seemed that she hadn't opened her eyes for a long time, slowly and with difficulty, she followed the dim light in the room, her eyes were dim, desolate and helpless, causing Shen Zhenzhu to feel a little pain in her chest. "Are you Shen Zhenzhu?" Cui Caiping's hoarse voice continued to open her eyes, trying her best to see the person in front of her clearly.

"Yes." Shen Zhenzhu replied, but she heard the wind blowing by her ears, and a silver light swept towards her face. "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Cui Caiping screamed manically. Before Shen Zhenzhu could react, the right half of her body was pushed hard, and "Tong" fell sideways in front of the couch, and then she heard the dull scream of "Ah", and her body sank—a soft and fragrant body was crushed on the ground. himself. "It's a murder—" the maid's voice distorted, screaming, frying the pan in the room.

"What are you arguing about!" He Lingyi hurried in from the outer room, with a stern voice, which immediately suppressed the chaos in the room. Shen Zhenzhu's body loosened, and a court lady carefully helped her up.She looked sideways, and He Lingyi frowned deeply and half-kneeled on the ground, with one hand resting on Su Ci's head.Su Ci closed her eyes and lay motionless on the ground, with blood dripping from under her body, the chrysanthemums stained with plain colors were alluring and shocking. Shen Zhenzhu fell down in shock, leaned forward and called Suci's name, but Suci didn't answer.

He Lingyi slowly turned Su Ci's body halfway, took a breath, and furrowed his brows more deeply - the small knife with a handle was pierced deeply from the back until it had no edge.Just now, it was Su Ci who, with her body, resisted Cui Caiping's knife. Shen Zhenzhu wants to cry, but no tears at all.With such a sister, she can also protect her with her whole life. The imperial physician arrived just at this time, it was the imperial physician who had treated Li Chu in Fengxiang.Checking the wound and listening to the pulse, he kept shaking his head and said: "This knife penetrates too deep, I'm afraid it will hurt the heart, I dare not pull out the knife rashly."

Shen Zhenzhu forced herself to regain her composure, and said: "She is bleeding profusely, if Master doesn't draw the knife for her, she will definitely die." The imperial doctor had already seen Shen Zhenzhu's temper, so he said: "In this case, the old man can only take a risk." So He Lingyi prepared the anti-serum wound plaster, asked He Lingyi to straighten the plain porcelain body, wrapped the handle of the knife with a plain handkerchief, closed his eyes and calmed his heart, and gritted his teeth With great effort, with a muffled shout, he suddenly pulled out the knife.

I thought that when the knife was pulled out like this, blood would spurt out. Who would have thought that after the knife was pulled out, there would not be too much blood spurted out. The imperial doctor thought it was an accident. Taking out the medicine to bandage the wound, he was busy for a long while before wiping his sweat and said: "I tried my best to save this madam." By saying this, she was somewhat sure about reviving the plain porcelain, Shen Zhenzhu bowed and said: "Mr. " "Cui Ruren!" an unknown court lady blurted out. Shen Zhenzhu only cared about Suci's safety, and completely forgot about Cui Caiping.One word awakened the dreamer, and he looked on the couch as if facing a formidable enemy, but he saw Cui Caiping reclining on it with his eyes wide open, the situation was very scary.The palace maid tremblingly stepped forward, shoved and shouted lightly, but Cui Caiping just didn't move.The imperial physician came forward to look around for a moment, and reported: "Cui Ruren died of oil and lamps." It turned out that Cui Caiping stabbed the knife into the back of the plain porcelain with the remaining strength, and died of exhaustion.

Shen Zhenzhu didn't prevent Cui Caiping from hating herself so much, and when she was dying, she hid her weapon and wanted to put herself to death.However, after thinking about it carefully, if Cui Caiping and Dugu Jing wanted to hate Li Chuzhi's love with her own body, there might be nothing wrong with it.Especially Cui Caiping, whose family has undergone tremendous changes, and even though he was in a state of confusion, he blamed her. Although it is hateful, it is even more pitiful.It's just that she doesn't know whether she is really crazy or fake crazy, and whether she is sober or insane at this last moment.So I asked the doctor.

The imperial doctor said: "I once asked Cui Ruren for her pulse, and she was indeed insane. It's just that the old man has heard of this disease. Some people who get the disease are not crazy all day long. Sometimes they are good and sometimes bad, and good times are not the same as ordinary people. When they are bad, they talk nonsense, even fight and kill people, Cui Ruren may belong to the latter." For the next few days, Shen Zhenzhu worked hard every day. Cui Caiping's funeral was handled by her herself. Cui Caiping's natal family was empty, so the funeral was very deserted. Suci's condition was good and bad every day, and she was always in a coma.The imperial physician has no good advice, only saying that the injury is too serious, with his medical skills, he can only save his life temporarily, whether he can wake up or not depends entirely on Su Ci's fortune.Shen Zhenzhu was very worried, thinking that if Changsun E and Murong Linzhi's master and apprentice were here, they would surely be able to cure their illnesses, but Fengxiang said goodbye, it would be easy to find these two people who are as graceful as clouds.Shen Zhenzhu only asked people to post a list to seek medical treatment in various places in Chang'an, but unfortunately although many responded, very few were able. Li Chu specially wrote a letter in early November, saying that after the recovery of Luoyang, there were many affairs and he would not be able to return to Chang'an for a short time.Knowing that Shen Zhenzhu's neck was injured, the person who wrote the letter brought a box of secret medicinal ointment to be found in Luoyang.The paper is short, with only a few lines of words, put it gently in the nose and smell it, there is a faint smell of iron dust. Li Ruo lives in Daming Palace and often comes to Shujing Palace, but her temperament has changed drastically since Li Tan's incident. open solution. Here, only He Lingyi acted neatly and lightened his burden a little. Although it was hard work during the day, the heavy cold dew at night made it more difficult to fall asleep.Just fell asleep, suddenly got a shock, woke up inexplicably, the branches and leaves outside the hall fell when touched by the wind, rustling; the inner room is too big, and the place where you breathe is cold, not comparable to the Guangping Palace, every minute of the air is gentle and familiar.In this silent night, Shen Zhenzhu thought very much about the benefits of the Guangping Palace. She once mentioned the matter of repairs to Su Zong, who was noncommittal, thinking that the treasury must be empty. The army still has a long way to go, and the heavy coins flowed out like water, and she also felt heartbroken. At such a time, she naturally wanted to recall Li Chu.In the past in the Guangping Palace, he was always busy writing and grading papers, while she was beside him with the books, flipping through the pages one by one, and there was only faint fragrance burning in the room, just like those Days, touch by touch, slipped away slowly through the fingers; inadvertently meeting his eyes, he put down his pen, smiled and pulled half a book in her hand, and read three or five pages at the same time... She sat up for a long time that day , didn't want to faint, and frightened him badly, the clinker was pregnant, she had never seen his joyful expression before—he was always indifferent no matter whether he was happy or sad, only that time , I am really happy. It's been a long time, and thinking about it now, it's like yesterday.There was no doubt that he had treated her wonderfully.And Suci was even more willing to give her life. She closed her eyes and wanted to go to sleep, still like the past few days, tossing and turning seemed to be sleepless, and there was a faint sound that sounded like a long sound.The winter night was long and long, and although it was warm in the smoked lower room of the ground cage, the mouth was thirsty, so he whispered to the maid on duty to serve tea. A cup of tea arrived in the account very quickly, she squinted her eyes halfway, picked it up and drank it casually, but it was ice cold, from her throat to her stomach, it was completely cold in this gradually deepening winter.She shivered, and put the teacup next to the couch, thinking that the maids in the palace were taught by He Lingyi, and they were always careful in doing things, so it shouldn't be like this.Although the matter is small, she doesn't care about it, but if she is not careful in this palace, if she makes a small mistake, she will die like a flower stamen, she has to instruct the maid on duty.So he said to the outside of the curtain: "The maid on duty, report your name." There was a long silence outside the curtain, but there was no answer. Shen Zhenzhu was puzzled and went to lift the curtain herself.The tassels of the curtain are colorful, and several layers of clouds are woven back and forth. The heavy one in the hand is separated by the double scene of the inner and outer curtains, and even the sparse moonlight is difficult to penetrate. She was stunned—there was no court lady outside the tent. But at the side, the shadow of the moon was mottled, and a tall and imposing man, who heard movement behind him, turned his head slowly. Shen Zhenzhu said in a low voice, "It's you?" "There are many halls in the inner garden of the imperial palace, so it's really easy to find." He laughed mockingly, and said solemnly, "I'll come and see you." "Why didn't you come to take my life and ask the teacher for my crime?" She sneered. He was silent, as if he was looking for suitable words, and said: "...Your injury is fine. Such a thing will never happen again. Regarding, Ye Hu, I blamed you." "It turns out that Khan missed the night to visit, just to apologize," Shen Zhenzhu's eyes turned around, and in the dimness, she saw two maids on duty leaning on the ground, "What did you do to my maid?" "It's just to let them sleep for a few more hours." Mo Yanchu took a few steps towards her unhurriedly, "His Royal Highness King Guangping hid you so tightly that I almost didn't get in." Shen Zhenzhu got up and was only wearing a coat, Huo Di put down the curtain, "Since the apology is over, Khan can leave." Mo Yanchu stopped, and through the curtain, he couldn't see his figure, let alone his expression, Shen Zhenzhu's heart was beating wildly, even though she knew that Mo Yanchu would never do what she did. What I don't want to do is still very tense. However, what was she nervous about, what was she afraid of?Even she herself does not know. "I specially bid farewell to you," Mo Yan said in his usual tone, he was originally the king of Huihe who never changed color before the collapse of Mount Tai, no matter what he said or did, he should be so determined.However, Shen Zhenzhu heard these words, as if there were some peculiar anomalies, just like riding and archery, a master archer with a hundred shots, from lifting the bow, setting the arrow, and hitting the target, all in one go, and it was the result of countless experiences. Every posture that is meticulously calculated is due to their inertia. If they are really asked to do it one by one, they will still be sharp archers, but they will lose their essence. So she couldn't help asking: "Is something happening in Huihe?" Mo Yan sips without answering. Shen Zhenzhu was suspicious, could it be... The curtain in front of her suddenly swayed, her left hand was tightened, and was held tightly, her lips were burning hot, his lips covered hers tightly. She was terrified and embarrassed, and was about to struggle when he let go of his hand and parted from his lips. Everything was clean and tidy, as if nothing happened. He was so close to her, the deep luster under the tiger's pupils seemed to have erupted with fireworks, and finally buried them little by little. He tried his best to adjust his breath, and said, "Before I go back, I will give you a gift." On the second day, Shen Zhenzhu found out why Mo Yan Chuo wanted to go back to Huihe.Sure enough, as she said in the Pingyuan teahouse that day—the Turkic remnant tribe and the Miaogas people in the northwest of Huihe took advantage of Moyan Shui's absence in Huihe, and allied forces went south, and within two months they broke through the three cities on the border of Huihe. Going down to Bierlans City and crossing the Kyrgyz River, Fugui City is in danger. Although Moyanchuu had returned to Hehe, it was heard that Ye Hu and his 3,000 cavalry did not accompany him, but stayed in Luoyang to help the Tang army put down the rebellion. Shen Zhenzhu was just surprised, with his self-satisfaction of silence and his domineering arrogance, even if the enemy had already crossed the Kyrgyz River, he would think that the stronger the enemy he encountered, the stronger he would be, and he would never shrink back.However, that night, she clearly felt his hesitation and uncertainty. Mo Yan sips the "gift" he said, but it has not arrived yet. Sometimes Shen Zhenzhu thought of Mo Yanchuo's expression of saying these words that night, it was serious and decisive, which shocked her heart.This "gift", no matter whether she accepts it or not, he will definitely give it. He will do what he says, and although he has not arrived yet, he will have already completed the planning when he leaves Chang'an. This "gift" is by no means a jade ornament, an incense fan, or a small poem. Silently sipping, he has his own way of doing things.