"Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

In the palace corridor not far away, Yu Wei happened to pass by. Seeing Ah Ruo standing alone at the door of the bedroom, he was shocked and quickly led him to the side.

She squatted down, took out a piece of candy from her sleeve bag and stuffed it into Aru's mouth: "Your Majesty, no one is allowed to disturb him. If you anger him, you will be punished."

The candy cubes melted between the lips and teeth, but Ah Ruo didn't feel sweet at all.

He sobbed: "Aunt Yu Wei, I want to see my mother..."

Yu Wei thought of Nan Baoyi, and her heart couldn't help but feel cramped.

She held back her tears and smiled and held Ah Ruo: "The Empress is still recuperating. When she is well prepared, she will see you. Haven't Your Highness always wanted to perform swordsmanship for her? Just practice hard, and she will see you in the future."

Aruo didn't believe her words.

He broke away from Yu Wei's hand, stood there, raising his sleeves to wipe his tears, and refused to leave in resistance.

Yu Wei had to coax him and said, "The little princess is crying so hard. Your Majesty can't take care of her. You are her brother. You have to take the initiative to take the responsibility of taking care of your sister, right? Let's go, I will take you to see your sister."

When Xiao A Chou was mentioned, A Ruo's tears stopped a little.

Yes, if the father takes care of his mother, no one will take care of his sister.

He is also a stern young man, and he should take good care of his sister.

Ah Ruo stopped crying, looked at the closed door of the bedroom with nostalgia, and then left obediently with Yu Wei.

The cold wind blows up the dead leaves, and the snow is blown down on the branches.

A withered five-petal plum blossom swirled into the palace corridor, falling into the gap under the door of the bedroom, touching the heat inside, quietly shaking off the fine snow on the stamens.

The strong earth dragon burned in the bedroom, and the temperature was even hotter than at the turn of spring and summer. Because the doors and windows were closed, the heat was filled with stuffiness, as if it was to make people breathless.

The light and shadow are dark, the outer hall is in a mess, the bookshelf is falling to pieces, expensive antique jade is smashed all over the ground, the air is filled with a strong smell of smoke, the golden silk flower-woven cashmere carpet is filled with smoke and ash, extending all the way to the inner hall, but it ends abruptly outside the bead curtain.

The pearl curtain is like a natural barrier, separating two different worlds.

The inner hall is luxurious and clean.

On the rosewood makeup mirror table, there are exquisite rouge, watermelon, beads and hairpins, and a fresh golden hibiscus flower is carefully inserted into the white jade bottle.

The dragon tent that weaved the golden flowing cloud yarn was rolled up high with a golden hook, and the brocade quilt with red embroidered black dragon pattern was meticulous, so Nan Baoyi slept on this dragon couch.

It was obviously sick, but the long crow hair scattered between her pillows was still as bright as silk, her small face was pale and beautiful, and her slightly raised eyelashes left two shadows on her cheeks. Although she was sick, it added to the delicate and romantic she had that she usually didn't have.

In the dull silence, a rough piano sound suddenly sounded leisurely.

The man in a plain white bedding sat lazily on the windowsill, not wearing shoes and socks, and hadn't washed it well for many days. The collar was loose and open, and a black hairband was perfunctorily tied up a messy and fluffy ponytail. As he lowered his head and plucked the Sanxian, the hair on his forehead fell to his cheeks, covering his eyes.

His cuffs were rolled up at will, his wrists were thin but still strong. There were several rounds of old red ropes wrapped around his wrists, and a piece of money was strung on the red rope.

He played Sanxian patiently.

Occasionally, when I looked up at the dragon bed, the narrow and long eyes of the phoenix were cold and dark.

It seemed as if no one could be seen in such a pair of eyes except the girl on the dragon couch.

One song is over.

Xiao Yi walked to the edge of the dragon couch with Sanxian, looking at the girl, his voice was hoarse and low: "Nan Jiaojiao, I know so much. My hands can lift a knife for the country and the country, and play the piano for you. If you wake up, I can still dress up and draw your eyebrows. Do you believe it?"

The girl on the dragon couch fell asleep quietly.

No one answered him.

Xiao Yi closed his eyes, and the blue veins at the corners of his eyes turned ferocious and red.

He turned around and took Sanxian to the outer hall.

He violently knocked open the bead curtain, and he turned his back to the inner hall and suddenly smashed Sanxian on the white jade floor tiles.

Sanxian let out a harsh trembling sound.

The body of the piano was destroyed and the strings broke open. However, for him, the guqin of the previous dynasty, worth ten thousand yuan, was just a gadget to please Nan Jiaojiao. Since it was useless, it would be destroyed.

It seemed that he could not calm down his mood. He strode to the hall, overturned the ancient shelf, book desk and other furniture items to the ground in one breath, and kicked several times, breaking the solid rosewood book desk, and kicking his feet so hard that he could breathe a sigh of relief.

He had no expression on his face and wiped the blood from his feet on the velvet blanket before turning back to the inner hall.

He had red eyes and carried Nan Baoyi into his arms without saying a word, lowered his head to kiss the top of her hair, his rough palm trembled, and the sadness in Danfeng's eyes was almost overflowing...

Just as he slowly closed his eyes, a heavy knock on the door suddenly came from outside. Jiang Suihan shouted loudly excitedly: "Brother Xiao family, let us in quickly. The national master said there is a way to wake up Nan Xiaowu!"

Xiao Yi still closed his eyes.

He doesn't believe a word of Poinsettia now.

There was a commotion outside the hall.

Yipinhong and Jiang Suihan drove away the guards waiting for Shiku and broke into the bedroom regardless of their concern.

Jiang Suihan looked at Nan Baoyi and couldn't hide his excitement: "Brother Xiao family, the national master said that there is a snow-capped mountain called Baishou on the northern Great Wall. There is a Taoist temple built by a master on the top of the mountain. There are strange flowers and plants planted in the hall, one of which is called Jieyou, which can make the flesh and bones of the dead live!"

Yipinhong shook the whisk: "Then Jieyou can only survive on the top of the wind and snow of the mountains, blooming for fifty years and bear fruit for fifty years. Good disciples, you are lucky. In six years, it will be the day to Jieyou can bear fruit. At that time, pick the fruits for the junior sister to eat. Are you worried that she can't wake up?"

Xiao Yi's eyes moved slightly.

The wind glanced lightly at the eye, and he smiled like the spring breeze, and it was difficult to tell whether what he was saying was true or false.

He didn't believe Poinsettia would be so kind.

He said: "Even if there are strange medicines, Nan Jiaojiao has no water and rice in the world, and she has to rely on elixirs to prosper. Can she last six years for six years?"

Every day, every night...

Whenever he picked up Nan Jiaojiao, he felt that his little girl seemed to be thinner again.

He was afraid, afraid that she would be gone...

Poinsettia smiled.

He said warmly: "What's the difficulty? Why not wait until spring begins and send the junior sister to Baishou Mountain. There is a crystal coffin in Baishou Mountain, and the material is about the same as the material of the Dragon Palace in Jinling. When you lie in, you can continue to live without eating or drinking. It is very suitable for the junior sister--"

Before he finished speaking, a sharp blade roared towards him!

Avoid Poinsettia in time.

Xiao Yi had no expression on his face: "I just knew that you, the thief Taoist, are lying to me again. It is false to lie to me to send Nan Jiaojiao away from a distance, which is the real thing!"

The thief Taoist...

Poinsettia wanted to beat him up.

When he asks for him, he is a good master.
Chapter completed!