Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Lian Shenwei had just woken up, and fell asleep again after saying those two sentences.

But this time, his gradual and steady breathing could at least be felt by people.

The room has fallen into silence since just now, and the excitement and anticipation when he woke up was burned to ashes by a fire.Li Ningfeng was stunned, "Mr. Feng, can Master not see, because of the medicine or...?"

"Exhaustion."

Perhaps because of a vague premonition in his heart, Feng Ke's tone was calm, and he slowly put Lian Shenwei's hand under the quilt, and after covering him, he turned his head to look at the other people in the room.

"He couldn't hear it before, and he can't see it now."

He was silent for a moment, and slowly told a story that was neither long nor short.

In fact, he is a free and easy young man, stumbled, from 17 years old to nearly 29 now, these eleven or twelve years of growing up slowly.

……

Early winter half a month later.

The branches and leaves outside the eaves are covered with thin frost, and the birds rise and fall.

The window sills let in cool light.

Lian Shenwei's eyes were covered with a two-finger-wide strip of black cloth, and supported by Ying Jingjue, he walked half a circle in his bedroom.

His hair was completely white, and his waist-length hair was not tied up, draped over his shoulders, and his jawline was more defined because of his thinness.

It's only half a circle, but it took a lot of time, and the young man's forehead was covered with sweat.

Lian Shen slowed down slightly, "Okay, Feng Ke, I'll take a break."

Ying Jingjue hurriedly helped him to the soft bed. The room was full of fire, and he was already sweating all over. He wiped his hands casually on his body, and then wrote on Lian Shenwei's palm: "I want to eat. ?"

He was by Lian Shenwei's side as Feng Ke.

Half a month ago, the night my uncle woke up, Mr. Feng told them what had happened in these years.Only then did he realize that his amnesia was not due to illness, but the imperial family's secret medicine given by the late emperor himself.

The hatred between the Dasheng court and Fudu Villa finally surfaced.

The little uncle's injury was after chasing and killing the killer who fell into the moon, he was seriously injured. He was picked up by the demon monk and turned into a medicine man. His meridians were all damaged, and the tendons in his right hand were severed, so he could no longer hold the sword.

During the three years from the age of 17 to 20, he was recuperating at Feng's family.

Countless times he tried to pick up the sword again, but unfortunately all failed, until the little uncle knew that the enemy of Fudu Villa was not only Zhuiyueliu, but also many high-ranking officials in the court who were known for their integrity.

Among them, Wei Li is one.

Wei Li.

How could he not remember.

At that time, it was because of this incident that he officially broke with his little uncle who was still the regent.He even went to preside over Wei Li's funeral in person.

Later, when he came back from the southern tour, Wei Li's tomb was dug up, and the bones inside were missing. He was furious and asked someone to repair it again.

He couldn't imagine how his little uncle felt when he heard that he presided over Wei Li's funeral.

After Ying Jingjue knew these things, she slapped herself and locked herself in the room for three days without eating or drinking.

After he came out, he lost a lot of weight, but he tidied himself up without saying a word, and took over the responsibility of taking care of his little uncle.

Feng Ke told him that the little uncle didn't want him to know what happened back then, and now the hatred in Fudu Villa has completely come to an end with the death of his father.

Ying Jingjue nodded, the little uncle didn't want him to know, so he didn't know.

At Foquan Temple that day.

When his memory recovered, Moda asked his little uncle to kneel down and apologize to Wei Li's son. Now that he knew the truth, he felt even more angry and humiliated.

Although I heard from Ning Feng that the little uncle didn't kneel, but just lowered his head slightly, Ming Zhu pulled him over with a whip.But... Kneeling or not kneeling, for a proud person by nature, it probably doesn't matter the moment the decision is made.

The moment you lower your head, it means giving up your pride.

What the little uncle was thinking in his heart, none of them knew, and they dared not mention it.

Ying Jing decided to look at the Clivia on the window sill. The flower was raised with integrity. It is said that the little uncle has been taking care of it. It was raised very well before, but since returning from Foquan Temple this time, the flower has slowly withered.

Leaves turn yellow and flowers wither.

It is rumored that there is an air connection between the flower and the flower grower, Lian Shen was slightly humiliated, Clivia gradually declined, it is hard not to remind people of his own state.

Thinking of this, this pot of Clivia was like a thorn, reminding them of how Lian Shen bowed his head slightly that night.

Everyone tacitly didn't mention throwing it away, but took good care of it all the time. Li Ningfeng bought a lot of good soil from outside, and even Mr. Feng sprinkled strange things in the flower pot every day. weird stuff.

Just like when flowers are grown well, people will be raised well too.

Lian Shenwei didn't notice Ying Jingjue's distraction, curled up her slightly itchy palm, and nodded: "I want to eat something."

In fact, even all Shen Wei's reactions after waking up were beyond their expectations. He almost abnormally cooperated with the treatment, and every time it was meal time, he would try his best to make himself eat more.

When I feel better, I ask to get out of bed and take a walk.

He has used up all his martial arts, exhausted his internal energy, and exhausted to his present appearance. At first, he could barely stand up, but now he can walk a few steps in the room, which has made great progress.

Ying Jingjue wrote on his palm: "OK."

It happened that Li Ningfeng was holding food outside, Ye Mingqin carried a pack of snacks in his hand, Feng Ke led them in, he looked at Ying Jingjue, and asked, "How is your little uncle today?"

Ying Jingjue: "One step less than yesterday."

Li Ningfeng put the boiled Wenbu soup in a bowl, let it cool down, and brought it to Lian Shenwei's lips.

Even though they knew that he had no sense of taste, it didn't stop them from wanting to make the not-so-tasty tonic soup sweeter, as well as the Liu Ji dim sum bought by Ye Mingqin.

When he was eating, Feng Ke gave him the needle.

Lian Shen hissed slightly, and said in a low voice, "...it's been several days, so I can't miss a few needles."

For more than 20 years, he has been afraid of needles every day, cowardly and pitiful, so he gets stabbed every day, and his rebuttals are very quiet.Feng Ke glanced at him, "You'll be fine when you're healthy."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for a response for a long time, and then suddenly remembered that even Shen Wei couldn't hear or see at this time.

Feng Ke paused, and the subconscious smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared.

Ying Jingjue pursed her lips, imitating Tian Nan's tone, and wrote on Lian Shenwei's palm: "Mr. Feng said, you don't need to be needled when you are well."

Lian Shenwei felt her current body that conveyed a sense of weakness to him all the time, stayed silent for a long time, and then changed the subject.

He said: "Feng Ke, I appeared at Foquan Temple that night, are you sure that Jing never became suspicious. Why hasn't he taken action against the Prince Regent's Palace?"

Ying Jing decided to write: "No, it's all hidden. Mr. Feng took care of it. Foquan Temple Beiyi spies were exposed. He has no time to take care of the Regent's Palace now."

That's good.

Lian Shenwei was in a daze for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Unfortunately, I can't hear that brat calling me little uncle."

Ying Jingjue's nose soured, and tears almost fell down.

"And Ning Feng," Lian Shen smiled and said, "Master didn't have the fate to hear that voice."

Feng Ke glanced at Li Ningfeng.

The latter put the soup bowl on the table, and together with Ying Jingjue, squatted down in front of Lian Shenwei, looking up at the pale young man who was blindfolded.

Losing sight and hearing, if there is only the same thing, is not completely isolated from the outside world.

Lian Shenwei always feels that life is not real these days.

He can't touch the outside world, and can only know whether he is asleep or awake, whether he is dreaming or experiencing a real thing, from some inconspicuous feedback.

It's like being sealed in a shell.

The sense of touch is infinitely magnified.

Feeling itching again in the palm of his hand, the white-haired young man turned his face sideways, the black cloth strips that bound his eyes slowly slipped from the back of his head to the side of his face, and he felt carefully.

Someone wrote three words in his palm stroke by stroke.

Small.uncle.uncle.

The writing was very slow, and there was a sense of indescribable solemnity, for fear that he might not feel the same.

After writing, I stopped, as if waiting for his feedback.

The white-haired young man slowly smiled and hummed gently.

Then, two more words were written on his palm, this time:

division.father.

Li Ningfeng knelt down, held his hand, and pressed his forehead against the young man's cool finger bones: "Master..."

The smile on the lips of the white-haired youth deepened, "I heard it."

Li Ningfeng paused, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Ying Jing raised her head abruptly.

Before the hope in their hearts lighted up, they heard the young man continue to say: "Who is writing to make me happy, Tiannan or Fengke?"

"You two's hands are much rougher than bright candles, I can feel it."

Lian Shenwei withdrew his hand, rubbed his fingertips on his reddened palm for a moment, and said with a smile, "You're almost making calluses out of me."

"..."

Feng Ke looked down at Ying Jingjue and Li Ningfeng who were stunned.

I sighed in my heart.

In the end, he couldn't bear to hit them again, so he just said: "Cry out and cry, don't be annoying here."

what's the point.

Hatred can be eliminated, but the guilt and remorse that can never be heard and known will only be engraved into the bones and blood in every midnight dream. This is the greatest punishment for the living.

After the needle was applied, Feng Ke's clothes corner was slightly pulled.

Looking down, it was Lian Shenwei who grabbed him.

Lian Shen slightly pursed his lower lip, showing some stubbornness: "These days, I have been taking medicine and meals on time to make myself better. Feng Ke, I don't want to be in the capital anymore."

"I want to go back to Jinling to have a look."

he……

want to go back home.

At home in Jinling.

Even though he was full of stigma, he still wanted to go back to Jinling before he died, even if he didn't go to Fudu Villa.

Feng Ke didn't say anything, but he could actually feel that his body couldn't last too long.

17-year-old Lian Yubai and 28-year-old Lian Shenwei are both him.

Why doesn't he want to make a clear distinction between these two periods of life, but he is just an ordinary person in the world of mortals, if he can really let go of the past, he won't often dream of the past.

Here it is.

He is also carefree.

Lian Shenwei thought, he should live for himself.

He is a person who violates the family precepts, and if he wants to go home and have a look, it must not be allowed beforehand.

But Lian Shenwei thought again, his father and mother have always loved him the most, and his elder sister also spoiled him. He is now like this, he just goes back and sees, and he will not enter the ancestral grave after death, so he should be forgiven.

Lian Shenwei felt that a good word had been written on her palm.

He was happy, and felt that the effect of his recovery during this period of time was not bad, so he asked again: "Do you have any medicine that can make me see for a short time? Now leave for Jinling, where it happens to be spring, and I want to take another look." The spring scenery of Jinling."

Just a glance.

Feng Ke was silent for a moment, not wanting to disappoint him after all, so he agreed.

The white-haired young man was in a good mood visible to the naked eye, eating a little more than usual.

He was lacking in energy and had been sleeping too much. After eating, he rinsed his mouth and then lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

As soon as he stepped out of the bedroom door, the cold outside immediately attached to his body.

In early winter, the branches in the courtyard were gray and bare.

Feng Ke narrowed his eyes preoccupied, and Ying Jingjue and Li Ningfeng came out behind him.

Ye Mingqin closed the door and asked, "Mr. Feng, is he going to take Yixiong back to Jinling?"

Ying Jingjue frowned: "But my little uncle's current body can withstand the fatigue of the journey."

"I can't stand it," Feng Ke shook his head, "I'm afraid that if he is only five miles away from the capital, if he is not taken care of properly, the wind and cold will kill him."

Li Ningfeng: "Then you just agreed?"

Feng Ke: "He hasn't been that happy for a long time."

He didn't think about anything, he was as self-willed as before, and even made things difficult for him.

"But if little uncle knows that you lied to him, he..."

Feng Ke: "Do you have a better way?"

Ying Jingjue was silent for a moment, and said, "There is one."

The others looked at him.

Ying Jing decided: "My little uncle wants to go back to Jinling, but he wants to go back to Fudu Villa. I can transform the Prince Regent's Mansion into another Fudu Villa."

Feng Ke's first reaction was that it was wrong, but after thinking about it carefully, it was not impossible.

Lian Shenwei is drowsy most of the time now, and cannot feel the outside world. If it is a boat, the cabin is stable, and it is not very different from being in a bedroom.

Feng Ke pondered for a moment: "How much do you remember about the layout of Fudu Villa?"

Ying Jingjue: "I remember the places my little uncle likes to go." I don't know if it's because of amnesia, but now he remembers the memories before he was six years old very clearly. And craftsmen know."

Feng Ke glanced at him: "This is going to look like an emperor."

Ying Jingjue forced a smile: "Mr. Feng, don't make fun of me."

"Since it's been decided, I'll ask Tian Nan and Ming Zhu to gather all the people in the mansion together and order them carefully," Feng Ke said to Li Ning, "You need to find more people."

Li Ningfeng nodded: "I know."

Ying Jingjue: "Master Ye, I would like to trouble you to discuss with a few ministers more about trivial matters in court, and let Xiao Zhizi send the memorial here."

Ye Mingqin said steadily, "I know."

After finalizing, the Prince Regent's Palace began to act.

This is no small project.

Ying Jing decided to recruit skilled craftsmen from all over the world. Naturally, there were too many people to respond to the imperial edict. Soon, the Regent's Palace began to start construction.

There was a lot of commotion in the capital, but none of the rumors reached Lian Shenwei.

He just knew that he was going to leave soon, so he asked Tian Nan to start packing his things.

Lian Shenwei: "When I leave, leave someone to report back to the palace, and say that the regent had an emergency and died."

He thought for a while, except for the Cangshan Sword and the Dongxiao, Azun, and the pot of Clivia, he didn't seem to have anything to take away.

It's kind of like staying.

"Take the land deed from the mansion, Zhuangzi's deed, and the small warehouse on the east side, three steps to the left, there is a box that I have been keeping there all the time. Bring them together."

Even Shen Wei seldom hides things, after saying it, Feng Ke's curiosity was aroused.He hurriedly greeted him and brought him what he wanted.

After the things were brought, the box was opened, and the things inside made people stunned.

It is a box of bright pearls.

Some of it is deep purple, but also some rare scarlet.

Lian Shenwei groped and stretched out his hand, fumbled in the box twice, and two more layers popped out from below, the next layer was a fan, and the last layer was a stack of thick bank notes.

He also put the land deed and shop deed that Tian Nan took out on the last floor.

Ying Jing decided to take a look at Tian Nan.

Tian Nan scratched his head: "Master has a hobby of collecting pearls...but I don't know what the master wants these for."

Feng Ke: "There are so many bank notes on the third layer of this box, why didn't he use them when he didn't have enough money to buy supplements?"

Li Ningfeng wrote in Lian Shenwei's palm and asked.

Lian Shenwei closed the box again, and said doubtfully, "This is the dowry I prepared for Mingqin as an elder brother. How can there be any reason for an elder brother to use a younger sister's dowry."

It's not stubbornness, it's just the way he has been taught since he was a child, even if he starves to death, he won't touch the money.Besides, even if he moved, the sky-high price of supplements could last for a few days.

Ye Mingqin, who had been seldom speaking, was stunned.

……dowry?

"She is alone and has no mother's family. If she gets married in the future, I am worried that she will be bullied. The dowry should be richer and more confident," Lian Shenwei said slowly, "But Mingqin is doing well, and she is doing well now."

He thinks a lot of things very far, so far that perhaps he will not participate in the future.

"If one day she gets married, these will be her dowry. If she doesn't want to start a family, but wants to recruit someone, the money will be able to support her family. It is always difficult for women, and the money from the court is far from enough."

Pearls can be displayed on the wedding dress, or they can be kept and sold for money.The fan on the middle floor is used to cover the face, and it was prepared by the mother's family. His identity is also suitable, so they are all prepared together.

And the rest of the money and shop are his solid confidence for Mingqin.

Lian Shenwei coughed a few times, and added: "Most of the bribe money I received from officials before was used on frontiers and disaster relief."

"When you leave, tell Mingqin that what I gave her is all the clean money I've saved over the years."

Because he couldn't get a response, it was troublesome for others to write on his hands, so he just kept talking to himself, and Lian Shenwei was a little tired after talking so much.

Who in the capital doesn't know that he is Ye Mingqin's adopted brother. He has a bad reputation, but as an elder brother, who can say no to giving the farm and shop to his younger sister?

Even if there are some gossips, according to Mingqin's ability, they can be resolved. He doesn't worry about it.

The rest of the people looked at Ye Mingqin.

The household servant who had always been prudent and capable, with a bright future, was now tear-stained, looking at the box given to her, sobbing while covering his lips, unable to speak a word.

The colder the winter, the more spiritless the pot of Clivia.

Since that day when he found out that the former brother-in-law's money had been spent in the frontier, the people in Tiannan couldn't explain it with a half-knowledge. next year.

The events of the year surfaced little by little.

Tiannan and the others only knew that the money was spent in the frontier, but they didn't know how to use it. The money not only bought food, but also a lot of medicinal materials. Even the brother-in-law bought food in Jinling and used all available contacts , Transported the life-saving military pay to the frontier.

Many people remember the shipment of grain to the frontier.

At that time, there were too many moths in the imperial court, the treasury was empty, and the officials shirked each other, bluntly saying that the frontier could last for a while.

Ye Mingqin still remembers that Yibro was not as powerful at that time as he was later, and this incident made him in a bad mood at that time. Afterwards, he found a few reasons that were not considered reasons, and forcibly killed the most troublesome person in the court. A few, the food from the court was sent over.

After the food was delivered, seeing that nothing happened in the frontier, those people brought up the matter of the brother-in-law's random killing of court officials and scolded them a lot.

As everyone knows, if there is no batch sent in the first place, how can the frontier be safe and sound?

Even so, Hou Zhongyi was still injured and retreated from the front line.

She investigated this matter openly and aboveboard. It didn't take long for the court to know everything that should be known. When Zhongyi Hou Chuchu heard the news, his first reaction was impossible.

Then he got angry that someone played him with this matter.

After Li Ningfeng personally confirmed it, he fell silent. He seemed to have aged a lot overnight——

He also participated in the price increase of supplements in Beijing.

The second day after Old Hou Ye knew about it, he went to visit the Prince Regent's Mansion. Lian Shenwei didn't know about his arrival, and no one would bother him because of such a thing.

Old Hou Ye just bowed deeply to the white-haired young man who was being helped to walk slowly from a distance, and saluted.

Regardless of whether Lian Shenwei killed innocent people indiscriminately for revenge, just because he did not hesitate to transport food to the frontier at the beginning, it deserves his respectful worship.

That batch of food saved countless soldiers on the frontier, and also saved half of his life.

He had seen that when the first emperor was in power, all the officials paid homage to him, but that person was the only one who was wearing an extremely noble black official uniform, with the thumb that represented the identity of the regent firmly clasped on his thumb, sitting on a red sandalwood chair and drinking tea unhurriedly—— —

Powerful.

The old Hou Ye once hated this kind of behavior, thinking that it was a traitorous official who brought disaster to the court.

But now, looking at the appearance of the white-haired young man with black silk covering his eyes, he feels uncomfortable in every possible way.

The Prince Regent's Mansion started construction. He couldn't do much, so he brought a few soldiers who had come down from the front line to help work here.

In half a month, the palace was half remodeled.

Even Shen Wei was changed to another room, this room was built according to the style of a ship's cabin, making him think that he was already on the ship going to Jinling.

If Lian Shenwei's senses were still there, he would be able to see through this clumsy lie at once, but now he can't tell the difference at all, and when he woke up from a coma, he was told that he was on the boat now, and he was still very happy.

Lian Shenwei: "I don't know how long I slept this time, are you in the cabin now?" He got out of bed and groped for a while, "The layout has indeed changed, but it's warmer than expected."

Tiannan wrote: "Mr. Feng arranged it, saying that Feng's family is rich, so you don't have to worry about being uncomfortable on the road. When you return to Fudu Mountain Villa and get to your own room, you will be familiar with it."

Lian Shen was taken aback for a moment.

Back to Fudu Mountain Villa.

In fact, it would be nice to go back to Jinling.

It would be nice if you could go into the villa and take a look.Aware of his thoughts, Lian Shen smiled.Sure enough, people are greedy. If one thing is satisfied, they will want better results.

A room in Fudu Villa.

If he really went back there, he wouldn't need anyone to accompany him. With his eyes closed, he could go where he wanted to go.

"Hope to arrive soon."

He said.

Use the power of the whole country to transform the Prince Regent's Mansion into Fudu Villa.

Even if it is extremely fast, the details must be considered.

But after all, the terrain of the villa is higher, and Ying Jingjue can only try his best to restore the environment around the bedroom when his little uncle was in the villa.

I don't know which day the frost was heavy, and the Clivia completely withered.

Lian Shenwei's daily waking hours are becoming less and less visible to the naked eye.

It used to be possible to walk around the room twice, but now it seems to be slowly returning to the time when I first woke up.The physical condition is getting worse day by day.

After not waking up for nearly three days again, Feng Ke finished his pulse diagnosis.

"... Get ready, the mansion will move faster."

Ying Jing couldn't accept it: "Mr. Feng."

"The time he can live is already snatched from the hand of Hades." Feng Ke was silent for a moment, "I started studying medicine by myself, and I saw many people die, but after I learned something, my subordinates There are no more patients who cannot be saved, but..."

He is conceited that his medical skills are unparalleled, and all his thoughts these years have been spent on one person, but this person, he can't save him with all his knowledge.

Feng Ke felt powerless again.

He stood up, "I have already sent a letter to Qiu Che, telling him to come back as soon as possible no matter where he is, I hope I can make it in time."

When letting him go, friends and relatives were all by his side.

Not alone.

After Feng Ke finished speaking, no matter how other people in the room reacted, he went to his small pharmacy by himself.Lian Shenwei said that he wanted a medicine that could be seen for a short time.

He's been working on this lately, and finally has some clues.

It is also thanks to the treasure library of Dashengchao, otherwise the development may not be so fast.

……

Chonglin two years.

December seventeenth.

Lian Shenwei was in a trance, and someone wrote a few words on his palm: "We have arrived at Fudu Mountain Villa."

The drowsiness in his head suddenly dissipated, and his voice was low and hoarse: "...are you here?"

Ying Jingjue felt a lump in his throat, nodded, and suddenly remembered that his little uncle couldn't see, so he hurriedly wiped away his tears, and wrote yes on his palm.

Ying Jingjue: "It took some time to clean up, and there was an earth dragon, and everything else is exactly the same as before."

Lian Shenwei coughed a few times: "I'll get up and walk."

He walked around the room without asking Ying Jingjue to help him.

His fingertips brushed over the furnishings in the house one by one.

When he was young, he was very playful, and his room was unique in the whole villa. There was a ceiling swing on the east side of the house. He often drank and drank on it, and slept on it every now and then.

A few pots of wild vines were planted high in the middle of the roof beams. Every spring, small purple-pink flowers bloomed, hanging down beautifully.He also diverted one from the outside spring to his house, and surrounded it with small stones to form a one-meter-sized spring.

There are books on one side of the bookshelf, most of them are not serious, they are all begging books from the world, and the other side is full of fun things.

……

All the same as in memory.

Lian Shenwei walked for a while, grasped the rope of the swing in his palm, and took a breath, "I didn't think my room was so big before."

The young man's happy look is too obvious.

In fact, there is no such thing as going to Jinling by boat, and this is not Fudu Mountain Villa, he is still trapped in the same place, Ying Jing decided to see him happy, and wanted to smile along with him, but he couldn't laugh at all, he just felt uncomfortable and sad.

Lian Shenwei: "I still want to go out for a walk."

Ying Jingjue hurriedly wrote: "No, it's still too cold outside."

Lian Shenwei: "It's okay, it rarely snows in Jinling, and it's not cold in winter, I'm just going for a walk."

Ying Jing decided to refuse, now is the coldest season in the capital, going out at this time, my little uncle's body can't bear it at all.

Besides, they are still looking for green plants everywhere, trying to restore the scenery of Jinling as much as possible.

"OK then."

Lian Shenwei: "I'll go out when your medicine is researched."

He roughly estimated the time in his mind, and even Shen Wei didn't know that he was in a scam, so he also counted the drowsy days that Tian Nan and the others told him.

It should be January in Jinling now.

Spring is the best time to see it in February.

It's better for him to wait.

Ying Jingjue imitated Feng Ke's tone and wrote: "Okay, I will do it as soon as possible."

Even Shenwei returned to the 'Fudu Mountain Villa', and never once mentioned that she wanted to visit the ancestral hall.I didn't even glance in that direction.

He has been waiting for Feng Ke's medicine.

Chonglin two years.

December 25.

"Hurry up, everyone, work harder, it's almost New Year's Eve, and those who work fast these days, as His Majesty said, will be rewarded!" Hou Zhongyi shouted, "Don't be lazy, hey, hey, that pot Put the plum blossoms here, yes, be careful, the jade sandalwood plums that were removed from the palace are very precious."

"Don't worry, Lord!"

"Brothers must do a good job!"

In the midst of winter, the Prince Regent's Mansion, whose layout has undergone a drastic change, is a little bit tinged with spring.

Not only the palace and folk craftsmen, but even the embroiderers are not idle.

No matter how experienced a gardener is, some flowers just don't bloom in winter, and no one can force them to bloom, so Feng Ke thought about it.

Disguise real ones.

Let the skilled embroiderers make artificial flowers.

Soon, those flowers and plants mixed with real and fake filled the whole two rooms, waiting for the pavilions and waterside pavilions outside to be set up, and they would be released immediately.

Chonglin two years.

December 28.

Feng Ke has researched a medicine that can be seen temporarily.

After exhausting all his efforts, he only got one pill, and even Shenwei's physical condition is special, so he doesn't know how effective this medicine is, how long it will work, and whether he can see clearly.

Regardless, it was finally researched.

He saw the good news and told Lian Shenwei.

The spirit of the young man seems to have improved in the past two days. After knowing it, he wanted to eat it and try it.

Feng Ke wrote: "There is only one grain, I will keep it first, and I will give it to you when you feel better and can go out."

Lian Shenwei: "Okay."

He lay sleepily on the pillow, holding a small bell in his hand, and recently he often played with it in his palm.

The sound of the bell was so crisp that Lian Shenwei couldn't hear the sound, but Feng Ke and the others liked the sound of the bell, because every time it rang, it meant that the person holding the bell was still awake.

……

Chonglin two years.

December [-]th, night.

"The day after tomorrow is the Shangyuan Festival, and after the Shangyuan Festival, it will be the new year." Ying Jingjue carefully looked at the list of tomorrow in his hand, "I am going to spend the first Shangyuan Festival with my uncle."

In fact, they didn't want to make it too lively, they just wanted to stay with Lian Shenwei in the house the night after tomorrow.

He was asleep most of the time, they made some food, prepared it in the room, ate something around the stove together, and stayed with the little uncle.

That's fine.

Xiao Zhizi hurried in, "The Prince Regent called Mr. Feng over."

Ying Jingjue was surprised: "But what happened?" Without waiting for Xiao Zhizi to elaborate, he picked up the work in his hand and hurried out, "Forget it, I will go and see for myself."

As soon as he walked to the door of Lian Shenwei's bedroom, he heard a weak and rogue voice: "...I just took it out and touched it, Feng Ke, you are unreasonable, if you don't give it to you, can you beat me?"

Ying Jingjue: "..."

He took a step.

The voice came from his little uncle.

It's not like he said it now, but as soon as he said it, he dreamed back to the unrestrained boy he used to see when he was a child.

Feng Ke was so angry that he stretched out his hand and scratched Lian Shenwei's palm.

"Hand it over, do you hear me, it's just this one!"

Ying Jing decided to look inside.

Lian Shenwei held a blue jade bottle in his right hand, and hid it around, while his left hand was held by Feng Ke.Mr. Feng was probably concerned about his little uncle's right wrist, so he didn't compete with him and wrote on the palm of his left hand.

Ying Jingjue looked at it at a glance, and felt that the writing speed was almost sparking sparks in the palm of the little uncle.

"..."

"Mr. Feng," Ying Jingjue was silent for a while, and walked over, "What's wrong?"

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Feng Ke grabbed the bottom of the jade bottle and pulled it out.

"You're not being honest when you're about to go to sleep. This medicine is just one pill. I'll see if I can add more. Maybe your eyes can still see indirectly. You have to touch it. You can see it after touching it, right?!"

He blares a lot.

Even Shen Wei couldn't hear: "Feng Ke, you bullied me and couldn't see it, could you?"

"Does Qiu Che know that you are bullying me?"

Feng Ke continued to babble: "What should you do if you touch the medicine and lose its properties..."

Chickens and ducks talk about the scene.

You talk about yours and I talk about mine. The voices of the two were low and high, and it was very noisy for a while.

Ying Jingjue: "..."

He coughed against his lips.

As if he shouldn't be here.

After finally calming down, Lian Shenwei said that his voice was very tired, lying on the edge of the bed, he slowly fed two sips of water, and was stuffed into the bed by Feng Ke with a cold face.

He put the blue medicine bottle away again, and waited for Lian Shenwei to breathe calmly before going out with Ying Jingjue.

After they left, the young man, who seemed to be asleep, suddenly became weaker, and gasped for a moment uncomfortably.

Lian Shen slightly covered his lips and coughed, and after calming down, he opened his eyes blankly, enduring the pain that was overflowing in his body.

Hold on a little longer.

Just a little while.

According to the time he calculated in his mind, it was dawn, and it was February. Since a few days ago, he stopped asking someone to watch him here all night.

He waited for many days and finally waited until February.

Usually he falls asleep at a fixed time, even Shen Wei counts the time in his heart, counting minutes and seconds, during this period, he even felt five or six times, someone came over, or pressed his pulse, or Test his breath, make sure he is fine, and leave again.

In the dark night, every bit of time is elongated by nothingness.

Sometimes Feng Ke is very smart, for example, Feng Ke found out that he secretly coughed up blood, and sometimes he is very stupid, for example, he didn't even see the missing medicine in the medicine bottle.

The pill that allowed him to see for a short time was placed under his pillow at the moment.

Presumably, although his internal strength has been crippled, some quack skills he learned when he was young are still there, and he can do things that are invisible to the eyes.

When the faint light from the window came in, Lian Shenwei slowly sat up from the bed.

He fumbled for the pill and ate it. After waiting for a while, there was still nothingness in front of him.Maybe it's time for the drug to take effect.

The young man got out of bed and slowly got dressed.

It is white, with a little ink painting on the corner, and silver silk thread outline, comfortable and delicate.With a thick black fox cloak wrapped around his body, he slowly opened the door before Tian Nan and Ming Zhu came in to serve him.

There was a gust of wind, and a cold touch fell on his face.

When did it get so cold in February in Jinling? Is it cold?

Lian Shenwei thought about it, then raised his foot and walked out, stroking the railings along the way with his palm, passing inch by inch.

He grew up in Fudu Mountain Villa, and he is very familiar with every corner leading to him when he goes out of his bedroom.

The sky is dim.

The Zhanfeng Duo at the corner of the eaves shakes slightly, occasionally making ethereal and distant sounds.

Step by step, the white-haired young man walks through the long corridor, through the turning hall, opens the bamboo curtain, and slowly moves forward, just like walking into a fairy in a landscape painting.

The sky began to drift fine snow.

White, light snowflakes fell everywhere.

The snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger, Lian Shenwei felt the snowflakes melt when they fell on the fingertips.