This can be remembered

Chapter 22
The horse was approaching, it was Shen Xiyao's hard-to-get hard-to-find horse, and the owner of the tea stall was immediately dumbfounded.Zhang Dehai also stayed there, the man on the horse was prostrate on the horse's back and had lost consciousness.His clothes were messy and torn, with traces of fire, blood stains on his arms, and the shoe on his right foot had been removed long ago, exposing his swollen ankle, which looked shocking.

The night is like water, and a crescent moon hangs in the western sky. Giant candles are lit in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and the thick red brocade curtains in the hall hang down. , All kinds of crystals are dotted on the longan, dragon scales, and dragon claws, and the bottom is embroidered with silver silk to get the river and sea wishful cloud pattern, illuminated by the bright luster of the giant candle, a royal majesty, and a sense of the distance that the gods are difficult to get close to. .Meditation sandalwood was burned in the temple, mixed with the aftertaste of the usual ambergris, which was endless.

Shen Xiyao lay on the dragon bed with half-closed eyes. Since he drove out of Beiman Mountain with great energy, and saw the official road from a distance, his eyes became dark and he passed out on the horse's back.Fortunately, the bloody horse recognized the way, and Zhang Dehai was waiting outside the city, so he returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation before the key was placed in the palace.It's just that he was half-drowned and half-awake all the way, only knowing that he had entered the palace, and tried his best to confess a few words to Zhang Dehai, so that others could know about all his secret actions, and fell asleep.

Zhang Dehai invited Wang Huichun, the judge of the Supreme Hospital, to secretly diagnose and treat Shen Xiyao. This Wang Huichun was the person who was sent to treat Ling Xuewei earlier.As soon as he entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he saw that all the brocade tents were put down, and only Zhang Dehai was serving, and everyone else retreated below the ninth step, so he knew that the trip was very careful, and no news of the emperor's current situation should be leaked.

It's just that I didn't expect the injury to be so serious.A broken ankle, a sprained elbow, and many scrapes and burns.The clothes she carried were uncovered layer by layer, and there were blood scabs and bruises everywhere, which was shocking.Shen Xiyao has been an aristocrat since he was a child, a young emperor, never had he suffered such an injury, and never had he suffered such a torment.Zhang Dehai has been by Shen Xiyao's side since he was a child, and his affection for the emperor is not that of an ordinary eunuch, who just regards it as his master. Facing such a seriously injured Shen Xiyao, his heart seems to be torn into several pieces, worried, panicked, annoyed... ··Several emotions came to my heart at once, with mixed feelings and indescribable sadness.

If he could stop the emperor that day, perhaps such a situation would not happen today.

However, Zhang Dehai's heart skipped a beat, the emperor looked like this, so Miss Ling...
He didn't dare to think about it anymore, seeing Shen Xiyao's exhausted and haggard face, and the frown like mountains that were still frowning even in a coma, Zhang Dehai's heart shuddered, and he really didn't dare to think about it any more.

"Wang Yuan judged, the emperor's injury..." Zhang Dehai looked at Wang Huichun who had gotten up after the diagnosis and treatment, and asked cautiously.

"The injury is quite serious. I really don't know how it got like this. It's not that it can't be healed. It's easy to talk about other places. It's just that this foot injury will take some time and effort." Wang Huichun wiped his hands and said without waiting for Zhang Dehai's explanation: "Zhang Dehai Manager, I know this time carefully, the medicine will be prepared by myself, and it will be said to the outside world that the emperor has contracted a cold, and it has been rainy in Beijing for the past few days, so it is naturally inconvenient to move around. You have to be more careful when you go to court."

Zhang Dehai nodded, this Wang Huichun is a smart person, he can comprehend without saying anything.As expected of a person who has been by the emperor's side for many years, it is not only medical skills that can achieve the court sentence.

Wang Huichun bid farewell and retreated to decoct the medicine. When Zhang Dehai approached, he saw Shen Xiyao's pale face. He was a little hot from the injury, and his cheeks were flushed abnormally, but his breathing was calm. The wounds on his body were all bandaged. Seriously, his heart was relieved.

It's just that there are still things to "clean up".For example, the queen mother must come to visit, and those concubines, I have to deal with it one by one, this is a problem.What happened in Yuqiu Town, I have to inquire secretly, this is a problem.He had to find out if there was any serious problem with Miss Ling's family, in case something went wrong and the emperor recovered, how he should deal with it was another matter.

One after another, he had to find his confidant secretly to inquire about it. As an old palace man, he really couldn't do what he wanted this time.

In Yuqiu Town, Ling Xiang and his entourage found the temple, temporarily placed the remains of "Ling Xuewei" in it, and burned incense and chanted scriptures for a simple recovery, and then dragged the exhausted and desperate figure to follow Li Xian to his cousin's house .

The scenery along the way is beautiful, but no one cares to watch it.Ling Xiang's face was pale and gloomy all the way, unable to raise his spirits.The accompanying servant didn't dare to take a breath, and walked quietly.

After about an hour, it was already at the edge of the town away from the hustle and bustle.On the side of the road are well-cultivated vegetable gardens and dilapidated farmhouses.It was already getting dark, and every household lit up oil lamps, and there were still a few households that still had their cooking smoke slowly rising. They were people who were eating dinner.

Li Xian pointed to a dilapidated farmhouse not far away and said, "That's it."

The wind blows, slightly cool, but very comfortable.There are the cries of children, the comfort of adults, the sound of dogs barking, the rustling of the wind passing through the woods, the setting sun is low, and there is a dim orange red in the western sky, creating a harmonious farm scene.

Ling Xiang persevered and followed Li Xian's gestures. In the shadow of the lights under the window of the farmhouse, two women's figures, one old and one young, overlapped on a loom.

Ling Xiang was taken aback, and Li Xian also said "Huh?"

Ling Xuewei was mending a coarse cloth dress under the window, which was the only thing she could do for Aunt Liu for the time being.However, her movements were not very fast, and she was often lost in thought, more often in grief.In just one day, the people who were by my side disappeared into the wind in an instant.Thinking of Xia'er, Ling Xuewei's eyes turned red again.Xia'er entered the Ling Mansion when she was five years old, and became Ling Xuewei's girl when she was nine years old. After that, she stayed by Ling Xuewei's side like Haoyue.When they were young, the three of them watched cherry blossoms and fighting grass together, watched fish and climbed lotuses, and they were very close.If I hadn't insisted on taking the water route back then, perhaps such a thing would not have happened.

Aunt Liu came in with a bowl of rice porridge: "Girl, eat something and go to bed early."

Ling Xuewei was about to thank her when there was a hasty knock on the door outside.Aunt Liu looked puzzled: "It's so late, who could it be?" She stood up and opened the door.

Ling Xuewei didn't care, and continued to mend the clothes in her hand.The faint moonlight shone through the window on her thin face, which also brought a bit of melancholy.

"Oh, Li Xian, why is it you? Didn't your mother say you were on the boat?" It was Aunt Liu's voice.

"Auntie, I went ashore a few days ago when the water came out." This voice sounded very familiar to Ling Xuewei.

"Who are these?"

"It's the master from Beijing, looking for someone, but the Fulai Inn is flooded, can you stay at my aunt's place tonight?"

"What's the matter, I'm afraid that the house is simple, and the few of you are not used to it."

"We are bothering you." The voice that said this was thick and exhausted.

Ling Xuewei stood up all of a sudden, that voice, that voice, was clearly her father—Ling Xiang.

Staggering out, with disbelief and hope, Ling Xuewei lifted the curtain on the door. Sure enough, the person who spoke to Aunt Liu, who was still tall and majestic despite his age, was her father. .

"Father..." Ling Xuewei called softly, and couldn't help but pounced forward.

Everyone looked back, and the elegant figure that suddenly appeared had the same face as the lady who had obviously passed away.Ling Xiang also stayed where he was, with Li Xian beside him.

"Wei... Wei'er..." Ling Xiang could hardly believe his eyes.The person in front of him was clearly Ling Xuewei, and who was the corpse in the Buddhist hall wearing Ling Xuewei's clothes?

"Father...it's me... Wei'er." Ling Xuewei threw herself into the arms of her dearest relatives, and began to cry, all the fear, sadness, self-blame, and confusion were all After seeing the person in front of him, he fell apart and couldn't restrain it anymore.

"Wei'er, is it really you? You're not dead?" Ling Xianghuan hugged his pearl, also crying.

"I was rescued by a son, but Xia'er...she..." Ling Xuewei choked up and couldn't speak.Ling Xiang also understood that the skeleton should belong to Xia'er.

"What a coincidence." Aunt Liu looked at the scene of the reunion of father and daughter in surprise, but she didn't understand.

Li Xian pulled her aside: "Auntie, I'll explain to you later. Let's clean it up and let them rest."

After a day of great sorrow and joy, and days of running and suffering, both Ling Xiang and Ling Xuewei should be very tired after letting go of the big stone in their hearts.

Speak slowly, not in a hurry.

And that son, Li Xian knew that the man who saved Ling Xuewei should be the man he met in Ling's mansion that day.But, where is he now?

At night, the bright moon hangs in the dark blue sky, and a few clouds flow slowly. There is a locust tree in the farmyard. Although it is autumn now, its branches and leaves are still lush. Green color.

Ling Xuewei and Ling Xiang sat under the tree, talking about what happened along the way in detail, the critical moment on the boat, and the near-death in the inn, all of which shocked Ling Xiang.When talking about the villain who had never met in the fire, He Langzhong and Xia'er who sacrificed their lives to save her, Ling Xuewei was sobbing.Ling Xiang was also silent, patted his beloved daughter's shoulder lightly, and sighed slightly.As for the man who saved her, brought her to the farm and left quietly, Ling Xuewei could only shake her head and regret.I can't repay such kindness no matter what.Ling Xiang was suspicious, and wanted to find out this young master and thank him.

"What does it look like, I really don't see clearly?" Ling Xiang's eyes were a little lost under the moonlight.

"He covered his face in the fire, and he also used a wet handkerchief to protect my face." Ling Xuewei said: "The situation was urgent at that time, and I didn't have time to take a closer look."

"Do you have physical characteristics?" Ling Xiang didn't want to give up.

"If you don't care about your appearance, he must be a rare and beautiful man." Ling Xuewei recalled the man's figure, only a tall and well-proportioned figure dressed in black and a pine tree in the night wind. "It's like cutting like learning, like cutting like grinding."

"Is there anything else?"

"I was a little unconscious after jumping from the second floor, but I remember that he had injuries on his body, especially the injuries on his feet." Ling Xuewei recalled for a while and said: "Because he was a little limp when walking."

"How's the tone?" Ling Xiang asked again.

"It's very hoarse, but the confidence should be vigorous. It should be smoked."

Ling Xiang nodded: "Father will try his best to find this young master. He saved your life, and he will repay you no matter what."

Ling Xuewei's eyes fell into the distance, a wild chrysanthemum on the bamboo fence swayed in the wind, like her confused and helpless heart at this moment.After a long time, she slowly said: "Why did he leave..."

Shen Xiyao woke up from a daze. It was still dark, and only a pair of eight-treasure glazed palace lanterns were lit in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. They were held in the beaks of a pair of golden cranes with multicolored engravings that were singing and singing, and they were about to fly, illuminating the ground. A dark blue embroidered blanket.Shen Xiyao rubbed his swollen forehead and half sat up, twitching a few wounds on his body, and couldn't help frowning.However, the person came to his senses and lightly clapped his hands. Zhang Dehai, who had been guarding the outside room all the time, was shocked and hurried into the room.

"Your Majesty," Zhang Dehai looked at Shen Xiyao, who was still a little depressed, and called softly, "What do you want?"

"Water." Shen Xiyao said lightly, and then asked: "What's going on these few days?"

Zhang Dehai offered a cup of warm water, and then handed over a yellow-ground famille rose "Buddha's daily bright" bowl, which contained more than half a bowl of lotus leaf rice porridge: "The Queen Mother invited Master Huijing to the palace to give lectures the day before yesterday. In the Buddhist temple, I ordered He Gong not to disturb you, so I didn't notice you going out."

Seeing Shen Xiyao took the bowl of porridge and started to eat slowly, with a little bit of brows relaxed, he said again: "However, Liu Jieyu has come here a few times, and it's a bit of a waste of time for the servant."

After finishing speaking, he quietly observed Shen Xiyao's expression, and saw that he paused for a while, and seemed to show a faint smile: "She has always been like this." Then he continued to eat porridge.

Zhang Dehai breathed a sigh of relief, and took the bowl from Shen Xiyao: "Does the emperor want to sleep for a while? It's still early."

Shen Xiyao shook his head: "No, bring me all the memorials from the past few days."

Shen Xiyao corrected the memorial in the middle of the night, and it was finally finished when it was dawn.Zhang Dehai handed him a hot handkerchief to cover his face, and brought back the decoction that Wang Huichun had brewed overnight.

Shen Xiyao only glanced at it, but didn't answer it, but slowly wiped his hands with the still warm handkerchief, thinking about something.

Zhang Dehai was still holding the bucket color "Shoushan Fuhai" picture bowl and said: "Your Majesty, the king's court judged that this medicine will take effect quickly if you drink it while it is hot on an empty stomach." As he spoke, he carefully raised his eyes Look at Shen Xiyao.This time, he happened to meet Shen Xiyao's eyes, and felt that those eyes were bottomless, but there was a faint cold light flowing through them.Frightened in his heart, he called out carefully: "Your Majesty."

Someone sighed slightly, stretched out a hand to take the bowl, blew lightly, and drank it down in one gulp.

"It's really bitter." Shen Xiyao threw down the bowl: "Change clothes."

Bright yellow woven golden dragon robes, with gorgeous golden thread embroidery stacked to form a nine-dragon pattern, fine rice beads gathered into a pattern of endless life, and the sleeves of the robe are filled with the sweet and bitter fragrance of Ruinaoxiang.

After Shen Xiyao finished dressing, he tried his right foot. Although it was covered with layers of gauze, it was still very inconvenient to move and the pain was unbearable.Zhang Dehai was serving at the side, his heart was in his throat.According to the judgment of the king's court, these days should not be moved around, but the early court can't stop, but the courtiers can't see the clues, which has become an embarrassing thing.

"From the chariot to Zhengda Guangming Hall, I can still make it through the remaining distance." Shen Xiyao saw Zhang Dehai's embarrassment in his peripheral vision, and said calmly.

Zhang Dehai lowered his head, feeling uncomfortable in his heart, but he still took orders.

Shen Xiyao slowly sat on the red gold nine-dragon throne, staring at the dazzling glazed golden dome of the nine-fold palace outside the door, the sky lit up little by little, blue sky and white clouds, it was an excellent day.

No matter how slow Ling Xiang and his party were, they should have arrived at Yuqiu Town by now.However, Shen Xiyao suddenly felt uneasy. That night he just carried her away blankly, not paying attention to the direction at all, and only wanted to stay away from the terrifying fire, and then stay away.That farmer's family is probably at the end of the town.Ling Xiang and the others, can they find Ling Xuewei?
If not, what should she do?

Thinking of this, Shen Xiyao suddenly laughed at himself.Even if the daughter of the Ling family really misses her father, she will definitely be able to return to Beijing.

However, he became worried again. Ling Xuewei was in good health, and he had also lied to the woman.What to do if you miss it.

Big deal, Ling Xiang didn't bring his daughter back, so he just went to Yuqiu Town to bring her back.Thinking of this, I finally felt more at ease.

(End of this chapter)