Sad song

Ten days later, Huai Song Emperor's Capital, Yi Le Hall.

Nalan Hongye sat in front of the desk, her thin body wrapped in a dark blue tunic skirt, which made her tall figure look extra thin, showing a feeling of emaciation as if she had not recovered from a serious illness.

Perhaps because she was too tired, she bent her left arm and half supported her head. The wide sleeves slid to her elbows with the movement, revealing most of her white and slender arms, which were as smooth as fat jade.But in her right hand with distinct phalanges, she was holding a fine wolf hair brush, which made an almost inaudible rustling sound as it slid across the paper.The unique color of imperial batch cinnabar is printed on the paper with the tip of the pen, but it is flamboyant and penetrating.Lines of vermilion handwriting are majestic and majestic, lacking the unique gentleness of women, but adding a fierceness that is rarely seen in the world.

The night was getting darker, and the eyes that were extraordinarily lonely reflected by the candlelight were exhausted, but there was still a thick stack of unreviewed memorials on the desk.

"Princess, it's late at night, go to bed earlier."

Aunt Yun persuaded with some distress, holding a bowl of carefully prepared medicinal porridge in her hand.

Nalan Hongye raised her head upon hearing the sound, with a slight smile on her dignified and elegant face.She reached out to take the bowl and took a sip lightly.

"My aunt's craftsmanship is really good." She stretched her brows, her eyes were gentle, "Auntie, go down and rest first, just let the maids watch the night, and I will sleep later."

"Yes," Aunt Yun saluted, but she still couldn't help telling before going down, "Princess, watch your body carefully."

"Well," Nalan Hongye nodded, and her eyes fell back to the memorial in front of her.

After half an hour, the stack of papers finally came to an end.

Sighing lightly, she rubbed the back of her sore neck, preparing to go back to the palace to rest.

"You really don't know what it means to be sick from overwork."

The door of the temple was pushed open from the outside, and the biting wind blew into the room with the winter chill, accompanied by an extremely cold but angry voice.

Nalan Hongye's eyes lit up when she saw the visitor, and her indescribable joy swept away her previous fatigue.

"Lingyue," the unsmiling eldest princess of Huai Song raised her face and chuckled, her brows and eyes filled with gentle and bright light, "you are back."

Ji Lingyue hummed imperceptibly, turned around and closed the door, and approached her gently.

The woman in the snow-white dress moved gracefully, as if she was a fairy in the painting.It's just that the beautiful black eyebrows that were furrowed added some worldly atmosphere to her for no reason.

She took off the light fur covering her body and put it aside, knelt down beside Nalan Hongye with her sleeves brushed, motioning her to extend her hand with her eyes.

Nalan Hongye was inexplicably guilty, but she let her cool fingers touch her wrist.After only a while, the man seemed extremely annoyed, and ruthlessly shook off her hand.

"I've only been away for half a month, you're fine," Ji Lingyue's pale eyes swept across the half bowl of medicinal porridge left, and her tone became a little colder, "If you want to die, just say it, don't waste my energy .”

"Lingyue, I know I was wrong." Nalan Hongye took her hand and covered her barely warm fingers with distress, "but you also know that those old things are staring at me closely, I really don't want to Dare to relax easily."

"I understand your hard work," Ji Lingyue's tone calmed down, "but your body can no longer be so exhausted."

"Well," Nalan Hongye nodded, with a slightly teasing tone, "I know all about it, but you're back now, aren't you?"

There was a sudden pull in my heart, but a bit of bitterness suddenly surged up.Ji Lingyue withdrew her hand calmly, covering up the lonely look in her eyes.

"I brought her back." Her light-colored eyelashes were half drooping, her voice was still cold and unrecognizable, "When are you going to see her?"

"Tomorrow morning, I will go back home with you to meet her." Nalan Hongye thought for a while.

"With me?" Ji Lingyue turned her face to look at her.

"That's right, it's already so late, you can go to my palace to rest first, and I'll go back with you tomorrow." Nalan Hongye did not doubt that she had it, and led someone to drive back to the palace.

So she just happened to miss the extremely complicated gaze behind her.

The next morning, Nalan Hongye followed Ji Lingyue to the Ji family's main residence.

Ji Mansion occupies a very large area, although it is not as magnificent as the imperial palace, but there are many landscapes, gardens, pavilions and pavilions, presenting a different sense of elegance.

At the same time, the layout of the courtyard based on the Eight Diagrams array, which is written by everyone, can easily make people who don't know the mystery get lost in it.

Walking through the winding and long winding corridors of the outer courtyard, you will find a clear pool made of natural hot spring water and an exquisite octagonal pavilion built around the pool.

The person Nalan Hongye was going to meet on this trip was standing in the pavilion with folded arms.

Leaning against the vermilion pillar, she turned her back to them and half-raised her head, making her tall figure stand alone, looking desolate and lonely.It's just that the back that is not broad is still stretched straight, showing a bit of her stubborn and unyielding temperament.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, she turned her head sharply, staring at the two visitors with her dark eyes, but her expression remained calm and indifferent.

"You must be the eldest princess of Huai Song Dynasty, right?"

Chu Qiao spoke with a hoarse voice unique to illness.

"Exactly," Nalan Hongye smiled, "I've admired you for a long time, General Chu, it's true that seeing a hundred things is worth seeing."

Chu Qiao sneered, but her pale and sunken cheeks made the smile less intimidating, and she looked very sick.But in fact, her situation was indeed the same. Not only could her body, which was still poisoned, not be able to stand the wind, but even just standing here waiting for a while, her legs and feet became weak.

"I don't care about anything else," she didn't intend to entangle any further, she simply pointed straight to the point, "It's just the people with me?"

"She's fine, you don't have to worry," Ji Lingyue interjected, but her next sentence made people hear a bit of sarcasm, "But I think you still worry about yourself when you have time, and the poisonous feeling in your heart Isn't that good?"

"Don't worry about it," Chu Qiao said calmly, "Since you have saved me with all your efforts, I'm afraid you won't let me die so easily."

"Half and half," the eldest princess shook her head lightly, her eyes seemed to be calm and unwavering, but there was a little bit of sharp light, "If General Chu is willing to cooperate, I will naturally not let your life be in danger."

"What if you refuse?" Chu Qiao looked at her.

"I know that the general is always smart, besides," Nalan Hongye raised her eyebrows, "the general also needs to worry about other people, doesn't he?"

Chu Qiao silently did not respond, and after a long while, she managed to force out a voice, "I want to see her."