Chapter 6 Chapter 5 The first cold illness

This was a sentimental separation, and they didn't even give each other a chance to say goodbye, and the carriage took her far away.Although there is a river of smoke and water, a layer of green mountains, and a city wall, their hearts can see each other crying on the other side.In a dream, Rong Ruo wanted to be a skylark in the cold autumn, through the smoke, water and mist, to pursue the person in his dream, but he was still broken by the injury of youth after all.Qingmei, who was locked in the deep palace by fate, lost her cousin Donglang, her world was the night, she let herself be a blind person, and lived with a smile in the dark space.The medicinal wine of love has poisoned her voice, except for smiling, she can only keep her mouth shut.

In the harem, she was the quiet lotus, but the young emperor was used to the fresh peonies and peonies, but was deeply fascinated by this green lotus.She hardly spoke, just smiled lightly, with mist in her eyes, like a misty landscape painting.At that time, she was pampered every night, and the handsome young emperor treated her with all kinds of tenderness.And she always has boundless dreams in a world of one person, because only in dreams can she meet Cousin Donglang, and they can be together in soul and dream, regardless of you and me.Because of this, from now on, she will be a butterfly with a blind eye and a dumb voice, spending the fleeting years quietly in a small corner.

It was a long winter.Fortunately, he was born in winter. Although he lost his green plum cousin, he still has poetry, wine and plum blossoms outside the window.When spring came, his face began to glow again, and his handsomeness remained unchanged, but he became thinner and more mature.Nalan Mingzhu and his wife seemed to see their excellent son recovering in the colorful spring after a cold winter.What they don't know is that his appearance is vivid and warm, but his heart is desolate.Born in the Xiangfu and the eldest son, even though his heart is as cold as frost, he has to support himself to learn to grow.In the world and him, apart from feelings, there is also responsibility. He doesn't want to be a man without a sense of responsibility.

On a sunny day, Rong Ruo took part in the general examination and passed the examination. He was nineteen years old this year.As if the disappointment of love did not destroy his talent, he is the golden lotus before the Buddha, this innate brilliance, even the dust can not block it.Since the predestined relationship has not been exhausted and the responsibility is in the body, it is inevitable to escape fate.No one can be smooth and unimpeded on the road of life.Time will polish a person, and slowly wear away your sharpness. In the end, it will be so round that there is no edge or corner, and even the lines of the past can hardly be seen.For thousands of years, it has changed personnel and affairs on its own initiative, but it is as fresh as yesterday, without adding a little bit of vicissitudes.

The illness came like a mountain, and without any warning, Nalan fell ill.Lying on the bed, he felt as if he had fallen into a cold ice cellar, his muscles and bones twitched and ached, and the blood in his body also coagulated and could not flow.The medical official said that this disease is a cold disease, and cold is a yin evil, which can easily injure yang qi, and its nature is stagnant, taking advantage of the deficiency to enter the bone.It seems that his illnesses are all related to fate. He was born in the cold winter months. His nickname is Donglang.There is another important reason that only he knows - the departure of his cousin Qingmei made him feel so sad.After so many days and nights of hard work, he still couldn't withstand the sudden wind and cold. He felt that he was being torn apart by pain, and his whole body was going to be torn apart.

The attack was so violent that he was not allowed to resist at all, so he couldn't get sick like this.For several months, he suffered from evil wind, aversion to cold, fever without sweating, coughing and wheezing pain, and he was tortured until he became emaciated.In the room that used to be filled with the fragrance of books and tea, there is only one smell now, which is the strong smell of medicine.Nalan remembered what he had said to his cousin Qingmei before. He told her that Shaoyao also had a special name called Jiangli in the book.At that time, Qingmei was sentimental about the name for a long time, and she agreed not to pick peonies in the future.He also told her that he liked the name of a Chinese medicine called Duhuo.At that time, Qingmei laughed and said, if possible, it would be better to make a medicine called solitary living, live alone, be sad and happy alone, and be no different from others.Unexpectedly, a word became a prophecy, divorce became a forever farewell, and living alone became a punishment for their ten years of staying together.

The most intense feeling brought about by cold disease is pain.This kind of pain was piercing to the bone, but he bit his lip and endured it.He even yearns for this kind of pain, because only when it hurts can he face himself soberly and deeply know that he has really lost the one he loves the most.When he was sick and unconscious, he saw Cousin Qingmei countless times in his dreams, and it seemed that he was always so quiet.Sitting on the promenade of the Green Lotus Garden, the warm sunshine poured down on her gauze skirt, her face was pure and gentle like water.In the pond, there are lotus flowers that will not wither, flounder that will not die, and even the snowflake cat has been nestling at her feet, refusing to leave.She always smiled cleanly, and looked at the needles and threads in her hands with a little annoyance, blaming herself for embroidering and embroidering, and only learned to tie Tilian.The twin stalks she embroidered are still blooming coquettishly, but they can't fly together in the dream.

Nalan was so painful that he couldn't breathe every time in his sleep, maybe this illness was to commemorate his lost love, for this unforgettable love, he had to be ill once.Leave scars as a mark of youth, so that he can remind himself in the years to come that there is some love and some pain, which cannot be forgotten.But what Nalan didn't expect was that this cold illness has been with him since then, and it will often break out suddenly in his later days.In the end, it was also because of cold illness that robbed him of his brilliant years.It is said that cause and effect have their own definite numbers, come and go, life and death, you can't help but believe it.

Because of the cold illness, he delayed the palace examination, which made Qingyun who was going straight up all the way suddenly blocked.There are three things to be proud of in life, the time of getting the title on the gold list, the wedding night in the bridal chamber, and the homecoming day.He was not considered a failure this time, but he wasted an opportunity; he fell in love with his cousin, but he couldn't stay together, which is also a great pity in his life.Life is like an exchange. It is not cruel for him to exchange the happiness and peace of nearly nineteen years for this loss.If it is a debt, even if it is not paid off, most of it should be eliminated.He was indifferent to fame and fame, and had no intention of being rich. He wanted to escape from all this, and only guarded poetry, wine and beauty, and lived a life of beauty and beauty.However, he was bedridden for several months, suffering from illness, which caused him to miss the palace examination, and he felt a little regretful.With a lot of emotion, I wrote a poem called Qilu.

The tea and smoke on the dawn couch embrace the silk on the temples, and the spring period is missed in the Wanchun Garden. He was able to get up gradually, put on his clothes and look at the moon by the window, the long-lost moon was still so clear.It seems that from ancient times to the present, so many stories of vicissitudes have never been related to it, and they can always be clean as one.Regardless of whether it is round or bad, it is so quiet and beautiful, so peaceful.Nalan thought of his cousin Qingmei, that quiet woman, he was like the moon, peaceful and gentle.Thinking of this, Nalan felt a faint sense of relief.He suddenly felt that even if this woman did not have his care, she would be as quiet as ever in the days without him.Because there are ten years of memories between them, ten years, enough for her to cherish her whole life.Thinking about it so far, I couldn't help dipping my pen into ink and writing lyrics on the rice paper on the table.

The green sleeves are cold and thin, and the curtains go into the night sky.The sick face lifted Yuemingzhong, causing a trace of the old smoker cage. He took out the sachet in his arms, and every stitch and thread on it was her love.That was the first gift she gave him - Bing Tilian's pattern. From then on, this silly girl would only embroider such a pattern.He finally understood that the Bingdilian was the acacia tree she planted by hand, and she expected their love to bloom such bright flowers.He has been looking forward to so quietly, he understands, and he also misses her unbearably.He thought of a poem by Li Shangyin from the Tang Dynasty: This feeling can be turned into a memory.Let the past memories be brewed into a pot of moonlight wine, and whenever we miss each other in the future, we will take one and taste it.This can also be regarded as, there is me in you, and you in me; it can also be regarded as, never leave and never give up, good dreams come true. It's time to let go, the bright moon is sinking in the west, and when it is dawn, there will be rays of light shining through the bead curtain.Nalan understood that the cold illness was terrible, but the coldness and dampness in his heart was the most important reason.He wants to make himself better, and find himself in the text again, a warm and vivid Nalan Rongruo.Maybe he should pick up the grand ambition of a man and fulfill the dream he desires in his heart.Even if you don't set up your life for the people or set up a biography for the history, you have to do it for your own heart.In the thick volume of history, leaving a meager page of traces is not in vain to come to the world of mortals.