The next day, when the morning light had just faded, Ruan Yuyi was awakened by the sound of birds chirping outside the window, which entered her dream in tiny pieces, but it didn't seem to be real.
After eating yesterday, the palace has regained some vitality.
Hearing the sound of clothes being rubbed inside, Mu Xiang knew that the young lady had woken up, so she opened the soft curtain and went in to help her wash and change clothes.
While she was twisting her hair, she suddenly heard another chirping outside the window. She pressed Mu Xiang's hand, looked at her figure in the bronze mirror, and asked, "Did you hear another bird chirping?"
Mu Xiang stopped moving her hands and glanced at the window. The bird seemed to respond and cooed again.
"Yes, they are probably pigeons."
That sound seemed to be calling her heart, and Ruan Yuyi seemed to have heard someone calling, and she stood up involuntarily. Her black hair was only half pulled up, and a few strands of black hair hung down, outlining her fair and jade-like face.
"Hey, Miss!" Mu Xiang still had the comb in her hand and followed her.
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There was indeed a pigeon under the window, all white as snow. Maybe the door and window were not open, so it could only keep fluttering against the window.
Ruan Yuyi stretched out her hands to pick it up. This little guy was quite humane. He nestled neatly in her hand and stopped making noises.
She gently stroked the pigeon's little head, and it cooed twice and shrank back.
"It's good now, lunch is in order." Mu Xiang joked.
I don’t know if the pigeon understood it or something, it flapped its wings and flew into the air. Ruan Yuyi exclaimed, slightly raised her head to look at it, and saw that something seemed to be tied to its feet.
It was so high that even a wooden ladder couldn't reach it. She thought for a moment, tried to wave to it, and called, "Come down."
The dove did indeed descend, and when its wings closed, it seemed like a white cloud, and landed accurately on her shoulder. She was a little surprised, so she touched it and untied the note from its feet.
This piece of paper seemed to have been cut from a piece of paper, with some frayed velvet edges. It was written in Luan Piaofengbo's handwriting, with the words "I'll be safe in the near future" written on it.
She clutched the note of unknown origin and looked into the distance.
Are you okay?
She thought, facing such a simple yet to the point greeting, she could no longer hide her emotions.
She had always paid attention to keeping a distance from Jiang Huaiyang. Even if she was moved, she could immediately sober up and pull away. She thought this was under her control. But she was not a sage, and there was no time when she was not emotional.
?
Then she and that person could continue like this. When she got married for the first time, she had fantasized about being in love with each other, but Cheng Xingqiu couldn't give it to her.
The light in her heart was almost extinguished. At this moment, someone caught the last spark.
She was cautious, happy, and tried to ignite it little by little. But before she could warm her body, she found that she could not find anyone to shield her from the wind.
At this moment, she suddenly realized. The man who shielded her from the wind not only pulled her in the darkness, but also tried to extinguish her spark. He was not only her husband, but also the monarch of the world.
Regardless of whether he really has someone new by his side, she won't be the only one in the future, let alone Yu'er, his little nephew.
She was just wishful thinking and a big dream.
When she woke up, she was still alone and scattered.
With tears filling her eyes, Ruan Yuyi lowered her eyelashes slightly, trying to cover it up.
The pigeon in her arms turned its head, "Gu?"
Mu Xiang held the handkerchief, wiped away her tears little by little, and said softly, "My lady, it's better now. Stop crying. What will you do if you break your body from crying?"
It was okay to have no one to comfort her, and at best she could just lick her wounds. Once someone comforted her, she felt that her emotions were seen and that she had someone to rely on, so her grievances became more and more intense.
Her shoulders were shaking slightly, the tip of her nose was blushing, and she was dripping with tears. She was so pitiful.
She didn't know what she was obsessed with. She knew how to take it from the beginning, but she still dug in regardless. In the end, what did she get? Is it the death of the wood spirit, her difficulties, or the life and death crisis faced by the Queen Mother?
Measurement?
After finally stopping, Ruan Yuyi handed the pigeon to Mu Xiang and stroked its head with two fingers, "Wait for me for a while."
The two black beans stared at her, and Yu Muxiang carried them into the house together. They watched her lay out paper and grind ink, watched her unable to put down her pen for a long time, and watched her tears smear the ink.
After finishing writing, she put down the pen, folded the rice paper, and stuffed it back into the pigeon's body where the letter originally lay.
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The pigeons fluttered in the sky and flew all the way to the outside of the palace in the wind.
At the bottom of it is a street market with busy traffic and a prosperous population, and fallen flowers are scattered everywhere. After a few streets, and further to the east, you will reach the river bank.
It found a small boat and accurately landed on the young master sitting cross-legged on the bow.
This man wore a terrifying Nuo mask and stroked the pigeon's body, "Xiao Hei, are you back?" His voice was low, and he sounded unhappy.
The pigeon cooed twice and stepped hard on his palm with one paw, as if to signal him to read the letter.
Ruan Zhuoxin took out a note from the small cylinder tied to its feet. After seeing what was written on it and the stains of tears, his face darkened, and a storm was brewing in his eyes. But it was covered by a mask,
It looks just like ordinary.
The pigeon seemed to feel something, so it jumped off his forearm and landed on the edge of the boat. After thinking about it, it jumped back a few steps. After thinking about it again, it jumped a few steps back.
He crumpled the thin rice paper into a ball in the palm of his hand. He was so angry that he was about to throw it into the water. But then he thought that this was written by his sister, so he unfolded it carefully, folded it, and put it in his clothes.
He calmed down and said in a loud voice, "Old man, please hurry up."
"Hey, okay!" the boatman responded loudly.
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The Hall of Nourishing Heart.
Jiang Huaiyang had a pile of memorials in his hand. After looking at them for too long, his eyes became dry.
The maid kneeling on the ground lowered her hands and reported the situation in Chang'an Palace in clear words, "——The empress also asked for white flour and made cakes with Aunt Muxiang. She originally wanted to send some to Concubine Rong..."
He rubbed his brows with his fingers and interrupted, "Tell her not to send her away." What would happen if someone of hers also contracted the disease by then?
"yes."
"You go and tell her, I will go to her place later." Thinking of the little lady's smile, the words in front of me seemed to be more pleasing to the eye.
The palace maid's heart tightened slightly and her mind went blank. She only had one thought in her mind: to stop the new emperor. She pursed her lips and said after a long time, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid the empress is asleep at the moment."
Jiang Huaiyang glanced at her and said, "So what." He didn't say that he had to wake her up.
The maid lowered her head again and again, not daring to say anything more, but her heart was already in a mess.
"Just get down."
"yes."
If she was granted amnesty, she left the Yangxin Palace and walked around the Chang'an Palace before heading towards the Cining Palace.
Not long after the palace maid left, the captain of the guard from the south gate rushed in in a panic. When he crossed the threshold, he almost tripped and fell. He still showed his usual dignified and dignified appearance in front of his subordinates.
Wen Zhi from behind didn't pay attention, didn't stop anyone, and hurriedly followed in.
He frowned and glanced away.
But I heard the guard chief arrive, "Your Majesty, a man wearing a Nuo mask broke into the palace. You guys... are really powerless to stop him."