In the courtyard of the Ruan Jia Jia School, there is a hibiscus tree that blooms beautifully.
People all over the world say, "I advise you not to plant hibiscus flowers." This is just because the flower blooms in the morning and falls in the evening, so it is often difficult to enjoy it. It also contains some connotations that make people feel uncomfortable.
However, hibiscus has a long flowering period and blooms profusely, so it is still often used by many people to decorate their courtyards.
Every autumn, the hibiscus tree in the Ruan family school is in full bloom, and the petals under the tree are covered with brocade on the ground. The teacher of the Ruan family school is a very elegant man. He feels that the flowers are constantly withering day by day, which is a sign of resilience, so
Very caring.
The young master of the Ruan family always loved his sister, and knowing that she loved flowers, he picked hibiscus and sent it to others every day.
But the hibiscus wilts at dusk, and is often the most beautiful around noon. He sent it to his sister in the courtyard while the flowers were blooming because he was reading with him.
One day, the companion caught the cold and rested at home. Originally, it was nothing to send him off for one day, but if he had it every day and suddenly stopped for one day, it would inevitably make her worried.
So he planned to pick it himself and send it to her, not wanting to be caught by his husband.
As she said that, Ruan Yuyi pursed her lips and smiled, her cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were as bright as morning dew. I don't know what kind of person she was. Although she smiled lightly, she was more smiling than usual when facing him.
Somewhat real.
Jiang Huaiyang felt as if something was tugging at his heart. The force was neither light nor heavy, not enough to condense into desire, nor so slight that he would be ignored, but just one glance could make people's eyes soften.
The young lady paused and glanced at him quietly. She didn't know if she would make him impatient if she said so much.
He helped her hold the hosta, "Why didn't you say anything?"
She relaxed a little and continued in a warm voice.
In fact, the young lady's voice is soft and sweet, and when she speaks as eloquently as she does now, it's like a bird singing. Even if what she says means nothing, it's easy to not get enough of it.
"Sir, I love these flowers. Recently, I noticed that the number of flowers on the tree was wrong. I have been keeping an eye on this place for a long time. About——"
Probably because of the lessons learned from the second cousin of the Ruan family, the husband mistakenly thought that his brother's behavior was related to some Ying'er Yan'er.
The gentleman was angry at him for folding flowers, and at the same time he was angry that his usually smart and obedient student had imitated that lazy person and gave him plenty of examples.
Later, the explanation was clear. The husband knew that he had misunderstood, but he couldn't save his face. His eyebrows turned red and his face turned red. It took his brother a long time to apologize before he got rid of his anger.
After listening to Jiang Huaiyang, he suddenly realized that the little lady must have been cute like Yuxue when she was young, and the most lovable one among the sisters. She also loved to blush, so the elders in the family would always come to tease her.
He could even imagine the appearance of the little lady who was as close as the elder's waist.
She would wear a pair of silver bracelets on her wrists, a colorful ribbon on her neck, and maybe some soft flesh on her cheeks. She was so embarrassed that she grabbed her clothes and hid behind her, only to peek
A pair of lacquered eyes appear.
"Ling Ling is very coaxing. I can remember a few hibiscus branches till now." He said.
Ruan Yuyi's expression was dark. But later, the teacher from the private school nodded, and the hibiscus was moved to her courtyard. After one year old, the hibiscus died, and something happened to her father.
She would never tell him any of this.
Her mind was a little dizzy, and she leaned on the table beside her. She blinked twice, and the scene in front of her eyes blurred.
She saw the darkness in his eyes, her body stiffened, and she became a little clearer. She said softly, "Your Majesty knows best whether I am good at coaxing you or not."
His hand reached out to her, and she couldn't help but lean back a little. The knowledge of the person in front of her made her dare not completely avoid it. The hand obviously paused, but it just reached her forehead.
not hot.
Jiang Huaiyang withdrew his hand.
"Have you taken the medicine today?" His tone was casual, not as if he was concerned, but as if he was just casually saying something to say hello.
She suddenly felt guilty, "Mr. Ning told me to take it after meals." However, she had a poor appetite in the morning, so she didn't use much, so she never took the medicine.
His expression remained unchanged and he asked no more questions.
She glanced at his expression and said, "I feel unwell and want to go back to the palace first." The discomfort was really uncomfortable, but for her, it was an excuse to leave.
He nodded and agreed.
She didn't hesitate and left. When she turned out of the palace, she relaxed the tension in her heart.
However, the day after she returned, news came out from Luomeixuan that Concubine Jin was ill.
She held the edge of the bed and retched, her forehead was covered with sweat, and the tears in her eyes mixed with sweat and slid down. Because there was nothing in her belly, by the end she had nothing to vomit, and she was as weak as
The morning fog will disperse as soon as the sun rises.
Mu Xiang took some warm tea and handed it to Ruan Yuyi's lips, "Miss."
She raised her eyelids and glanced, opened her lips and took a sip. Because her mind was so confused, she almost swallowed the water for mouthwash. Seeing a spittoon under her chin, she covered it with a handkerchief and spit it out.
No one would have thought that since having a fever more than half a month ago, the illness would have continued intermittently until now. It was like the depression that had been pent up for too long came out with a minor illness, and it couldn't be stopped.
There is a dull atmosphere hanging over Luomei Xuan, and the bitter medicinal smell lingers for a long time.
At the entrance of the palace, people were coming and going, cooking medicine and boiling water, not daring to take a break.
Cen Li quickly walked out of the Luomei Pavilion, pursed his lips tightly, and walked quickly to the Yangxin Hall.
At that time, Jiang Huaiyang was standing in front of the window with his hands folded, with a small shadow under his feet. Across the distance from the corridor, snow was falling scatteredly outside the window, like flying catkins in distant spring, but slightly heavier than it.
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As early as a few months ago, he began to investigate her family background and found out that after her father was convicted and imprisoned, her family fell into decline.
It's just that according to the law, the family should have been cleared, but under someone's control, the original household was left behind.
This was not the strangest thing. What made him a little concerned was that there was no trace of the eldest son of the Ruan family, her elder brother Ruan Ying, two years after his father's death.
It is said that as long as a person lives in the world, he will definitely come into contact with others, and someone will always see him. But whether it is friends or traders, they all say the same thing, saying that they have never seen other people in those few years.
But seeing that the Ruan family had done nothing for him, he thought something had happened to him.
Jiang Huaiyang frowned slightly as Wen Zhi reported to him one by one, wanting to order him to continue investigating.
However, Cen Li barged in. The usually calm little eunuch was now panicking. He swallowed his heavy breath and said, "Your Majesty, your Majesty's condition has worsened. Please go and have a look."
His expression froze, and he turned his face sideways. The light of day reflected his eyes, showing a light amber color, "If you don't go to the imperial doctor when you are sick, what are you doing to me?"
"Your Majesty couldn't even swallow the medicine and vomited it all out." Cen Li lowered his head.
Her pale face and tearful eyes flashed through his mind.
He closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Go down."
Then, he moved to Luomei Xuan. Perhaps he was walking in such a hurry that he even forgot to order someone to prepare the sedan chair. As for her brother's matter, he naturally left it behind him.
After all, there is nothing to pursue about a dead person.
For the Ruan family, it was a good thing that the mansion was still there. At least they had a place to stay and there was no need to investigate everything clearly.