Lingbo Luanqing Song

The summer rain always comes with extreme winds, and it slaps on the vigorously growing plantains outside the window, accompanied by occasional frog calls from the center of the lake in the distance.

Concubine Mu has been away for two days, Zhao Mingge is still guarding Zhao Ling's bed in undressed clothes, the huge palace is silent in the dull summer, a little lifeless.

"Who remembers the sound of frogs and rain outside the window, wait until Eryan pecks at the spring breeze"

Zhao Mingge listened to the pattering rain outside the window, looked at the quiet person on the bed, and murmured softly: "So you reminded me so carefully at that time, those childhood memories... Heh! How could I It's that stupid..."

She reached out and gently stroked Zhao Ling's cheek, "But now, how can I peck away your spring breeze..."

A servant outside the house reported, "Princess, the young prince of Prince Yong's Mansion is visiting."

Zhao Mingge got up to open the door, and happened to see Si Yangke standing alone with an umbrella in the pouring rain.

"Little prince, come into the house quickly."

Si Yangke shook his head lightly: "No, I will leave after a few words with Princess Shao."

Zhao Mingge walked up to Si Yangke with an umbrella from his servants: "Does the little prince have to say something in the rain?"

Looking fixedly at the person in front of him, Zhao Mingge stretched out his hand to take the umbrella from the servant's hand. In the heavy rain, there were only two of them.

"The little prince has reduced a lot, and now the affairs of Beijing and China are all on his shoulders, please take care of the little prince."

"Princess Shao has also lost weight," Si Yangke said lightly, "Is Ling'er... all right?"

Zhao Mingge shook his head lightly, "Why don't you go in and have a look?"

Si Yangke's fingers holding the umbrella moved slightly, and his voice trembled slightly, "I'll see her again when she wakes up, and when she smiles and calls me brother, instead of lying on the bed with a blank face like now, you. There will be a way to make her better, right?"

The heavy rain poured down, and it slammed hard on the umbrellas that the two were holding, making a loud splash.The rain poured down from the edge of the umbrella like beads connected with strings. Zhao Mingge lost his mind for some reason, the umbrella in his hand was crooked, and his left shoulder was instantly wet.

"This is a letter from your father and brother from the front."

Si Yangke took out a letter from his arms and handed it to singer Zhao Ming.Two raindrops still hit it recklessly, and fainted on a conspicuous "Zhao" character on the letter, which was the seal of King Mu Zhaoyang.

"I always knew that Ling'er was holding a breath in her heart, so she was very resistant to the name Si Yangling, even though Si Yang's surname is the most noble in the world." Si Yangke stared at the blooming flower in Zhao Ling's hand Wei Wei was in a daze.

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"Brother, why did your eldest sister become Mrs. Wang after she got married?"

"Silly sister, because she is married, she needs to be named by her husband's surname, and Ling'er will..."

"Really? Then, what is my better name..."

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"Brother, I will be called Zhao Ling from now on!"

"Oh? Ling'er has been in Xiaoshan for several years, why did she even change her name?"

"It's convenient to walk in the rivers and lakes, besides, I am now the majestic Northwest Ling family!"

"Northwest Ling's family...then why bother to name Zhao as the surname?"

"Because... it sounds good!"

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With his thoughts withdrawn from the memory, Si Yangke slowly turned around, "It took many years to gradually understand the meaning of the name Zhao Ling. It turned out that she had quietly betrothed herself to Zhao Ling so early in her heart. about you..."

Princess Mu finally rushed back on the evening of the seventh day. She took out a kitty incense box from her bosom and handed it to the prisoner.

"It's Zhang Fengdan inside, let your princess take it!"

Zhao Mingge watched in shock as the prisoner took out a purple pill from the KitKat incense box that was exactly the same as his own. In the end, he didn't ask anything, but turned around and gave the tired-looking Princess Mu a long hug, "Mother ,Thank you..."

"Prisoner, it has been more than half a month since Ling'er took Zhang Fengdan, why is there no sign of waking up?!" Zhao Mingge, who had been guarding the bed the whole time, couldn't help asking.

The prisoner's expression was serious and flickering.

"Prisoner, what are you hiding from me?!"

The prisoner opened his mouth but did not make a sound, and saluted Zhao Mingge with a trembling tone, "The old man has been puzzled for the past few days. If you say that with the curative effect of Zhang Fengdan, the Lord should have woken up long ago. The old man noticed the wound on the Lord's cheek..."

Zhao Mingge frowned: "It was injured when Li Jin attacked Prince Yong's mansion at night. Didn't the mansion doctor treat the wound at that time, does it have anything to do with the current situation?"

The prisoner nodded, "Now it seems that Li Jin's sword is poisonous."

Zhao Mingge only felt his head explode with a 'buzz', and the prisoner's words came intermittently from his ears, "This poison is colorless and odorless, and it is generally difficult to detect. The wound is not big and does not penetrate deep into the skin. The poisons interact in the body..."

Zhao Mingge stood up suddenly and clasped his hands tightly on the prisoner's shoulders, his eyes were bloodshot: "How can I save her?!"

"Now I can only rely on the Lord to take care of myself. As long as she can wake up, there is hope..."

The hot and dry summer finally lost its arrogance under the watering of a few autumn rains.

Zhao Mingge looked at Zhao Ling who was lying quietly on the bed with his eyes closed every day, standing strong alone.

A few more letters came from the frontline father and brother, because Zhao Ling resolutely decided to abandon Langzhou's strategy of consolidating the northern line of the Nujiang River. Now the imperial court is firmly guarding the north bank, and some officials newly promoted by Zhao Ling are sent to the frontline to calm the people, and the people's hearts are gradually returning. Zhao Yang and his son's battle went much smoother.

On the south bank, there are rumors that Gui Pu is the royal family of the imperial court. Xie Yuanzhong and Li Jin have taken the opportunity to slowly buy people's hearts and re-expand their power.

On the court's side, Prince Si Yanglun was seriously injured and sent to the northern capital. The emperor ordered Si Yangke, the son of King Yong, to take charge of all matters in the capital temporarily.

"Prisoner, did she take care of me in the same way when I was poisoned?"

"Yes, the lord is guarding the bedside with her shirt untied. The old man has never seen her be so attentive to anyone."

The prisoner seemed to have thought of something, and smiled softly, "Even every time you bathe the princess, the lord will do it himself, and every time you come out of the bathroom with you in his arms, his face is flushed, very cute ..."

Zhao Mingge recalled that when he was in the Cangbo Valley, the two faced each other sincerely in order to detoxify him. No wonder Zhao Ling bent down so naturally to ask about the wound on his right abdomen at that time, so he had already seen himself all over the place!

Thinking back to this point, Zhao Mingge's own face was also red. She looked at Zhao Ling who was lying on the bed, but stood up suddenly at the next moment, pulled the prisoner beside her and shouted excitedly: "Did you see that? Her finger just now Make a move!"

"Ling'er, do you think that if I went back to the countryside with Li Jin, would I really have missed you?"

"Ling'er, it turns out that you and I have both been to Xiaoshan Mountain to worship under the Master Hefeng's sect, so should you call me Senior Sister?"

"Ling'er, if you pretend to sleep like this, I'm going to give you a few more baths. I don't know how many times you stripped me naked, but let me return it anyway..."

"Ling'er, your body is so soft and fragrant. It's really comfortable to hold you to sleep at night, and I couldn't resist the temptation to kiss you twice last night, so you wake up quickly, so that I can do whatever I want with you. ..."

"Ling'er, my eyebrows are a little faded, you wake up and draw my eyebrows..."

"Ling'er, we still have a altar of pear flower brew buried in the Cangbo Valley. We have agreed to open the altar to drink in the next year, so wake me up quickly..."

"Linger... Linger..."

Recently, Zhao Mingge always sat by the bed and talked to Zhao Ling about the few interactions between the two before. She gradually found that the fingers of the person on the bed reacted more and more frequently. Everyone was very happy, and even Princess Mu, who prayed in front of the Buddha all day long, became more energetic.

The weather is getting cooler and the dead leaves are already falling, but the entire Mu Palace has more hope and vitality.

Zhao Ming touched Yu Jue who was warm in the middle of the singer, Feng Lan lightly lifted, and Huang Xiang was young.

"My concubine said that this piece of Phoenix Jue contained the story of her and your mother, but unexpectedly, it returned to me intact after going around. Ling'er, do you think this is the arrangement of heaven? Is it the so-called fate? So, you're going to make it through, right? Because the two of us have to write about our mothers' unfinished romance..."

Zhao Mingge saw that the person on the bed opened his eyes with tears in his eyes, blinked them a few times, and then closed them slowly.

In the following time, Zhao Ling would slowly open her eyes at a certain moment. She could not hear the prisoner asking for his pulse, nor did she seem to see Jin Se crying with joy, nor did she notice Zhao Mingge's burning and complicated eyes. After a while, he will fall into a deep sleep again.

"Ling'er, are you ready to wake up?" Zhao Mingge whispered in Zhao Ling's ear every day.

The breeze is quiet, the distant fog is coming, and the westerly wind is carrying the first snow, finally urging the passing autumn away.

Zhao Mingge, who had just finished lunch with his mother and concubine in the Small Buddha Hall, hadn't reached Zhao Ling's room when he heard a 'bang bang' at the door.Stepping forward quickly, there were broken pieces of porcelain under Jin Se's feet. Following her gaze, Zhao Ling on the bed had already sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, blinking at the two of them with his beautiful eyes: " How long have I been sleeping?"