"No, didn't think about anything? Why are you here?"
Chu Qiao walked in holding up her skirt.
"In a few days, there will be a state banquet for Mongolia's visit. Without a smart girl like you, I will be very busy in the imperial dining room, so I am taking advantage of the fact that there is nothing to do." An Ge raised his eyes and looked towards
Chu Qiao, still looking very casual, her eyes fell on the clothes of the doctor Chu Qiao.
"I didn't expect that the emperor would ask you to go to Tai Hospital? This arrangement is difficult to understand. Do you know how to see a doctor?" he asked.
"I must obey the emperor's arrangements. I came back this time to pick up something."
Chu Qiao's words made An Ge's hand tremble, and the knife directly scratched his hand, and red blood immediately flowed out. Chu Qiao quickly ran over and grabbed his hand.
"Why are you so careless? I'll get some medicine."
Just as Chu Qiao was about to walk away to get the potion and cloth, An Ge reached out and took her hand.
"A little injury, it's okay. Are you... moving out of Yayuan?"
"Yes, if you no longer work in the imperial kitchen, you have to move there. The imperial hospital is a bit far from here." Chu Qiao took her hand out, turned around and entered the room, taking out the potion and cloth.
"Even though it's a small injury, you have to be careful, otherwise it will become infected..."
Speaking of infection, Chu Qiao was stunned for a moment and thought of Chong Ximo. He was too busy investigating cases and had no time to take care of himself, which resulted in wound infection. She felt very guilty about this.
"The potion was spilled..." An Ge reminded Chu Qiao, and then Chu Qiao raised her eyes and found that the potion fell on the ground drop by drop.
"I'll bandage it for you."
Chu Qiao clearly understood An Ge's wound, then soaked the medicine in the medicine, pasted it on the wound, and wrapped it up in circles. An Ge cooperated obediently, staring at Chu Qiao without moving for a long time.
open.
"Maybe the emperor is right, you seem to be very good at it."
"It's just that I've learned a little bit before and I can still cope with bandaging wounds."
Chu Qiao tied the medical cloth and advised An Ge not to play with the carvings. He should rest his hands for at least a day to let the wounds heal, otherwise he would not be able to touch the water during the state banquet.
"I'll pack my things later. I'm going to the hospital." Chu Qiao took a step back and was about to go in to pack her things when An Ge stopped her.
"Perhaps there is nothing urgent at the Taiyuan Hospital. You should listen to a story before leaving." An Ge squinted his eyes, threw the carving knife aside, and looked at Chu Qiao's back.
"Listen to a story?"
Chu Qiao stopped and turned around, wondering what story An Ge was going to tell him. He seemed to be a person who had stories but couldn't tell them.
"Sit down, I won't waste too much of your time." An Ge pointed to the seat next to him.
"Oh well."
Chu Qiao looked at the sky and saw that it was still early. It would be okay to go back to Tai Hospital later, but she didn't know what story An Ge was going to tell.
Walking in the chair next to An Ge, An Ge opened his mouth.
"There once was a woman named Ruohuan. She was born in a land of fish and rice, a beautiful land, a land of three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus flowers. That place is called Jiangnan. Ruohuan was extremely beautiful, gentle and indifferent, and happy.
There is a hint of sadness that cannot be seen through at a glance. Her inner qualities make people lovable, plus the right amount of Lingling and elegant smile, making her a beauty of a generation."
The woman An Ge described lived in the south of the Yangtze River and seemed to have no necessary connection with the imperial palace. It seemed that he really wanted to make up a story for her.
"She was selected into the palace at the age of fourteen. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. She was favored by thousands of people and became an enviable concubine. Because she was pure and unconventional, the emperor built a pavilion called Yayuan."
"Where do I live now?"
Chu Qiao felt that this second sentence got to the point. The story he seemed to be telling was related to the legend that the elegant garden in the palace was haunted?
"The architectural style of Yayuan was modeled on the Jiangnan water towns, which relieved her daily homesickness. She preferred green bamboo and planted a large bamboo forest around Yayuan. Here, she gave birth to two princes for the emperor.
, the eldest son Cheng was established as the prince, and she was canonized as the imperial concubine, but she did not want to leave Yayuan, one night..."
Ange grabbed the armrest of the chair and looked at Chu Qiao, her eyes filled with deep red.
"It was also a winter night, it was very cold and dark, and Yayuan suddenly caught fire!"
"Fire?"
The story was originally told well, but why did it suddenly catch fire? Chu Qiao took a deep breath and felt that An Ge's expression was full of pain, and her voice trembled slightly.
"The fire burned very quickly. It was surrounded by dry bamboo forests and it was impossible to save people. The smell of kerosene stung people's noses. She held her youngest child and shouted in the fire. She asked them to save her.
She, save her child, said her son is mature and is still trapped in her room."
"Who rescued them?" Chu Qiao asked urgently.
"No, the fire burned for half an hour before people rushed over to put it out, but it was too late. The place was burned to ashes."
The redness in An Ge's eyes deepened, and he looked away, as if he didn't want Chu Qiao to notice his sadness.
Chu Qiao stared at An Ge and asked urgently.
"Are they all dead? All three of them, mother and son, were burned to death?"
"No, there was one survivor, her youngest son. When the beam fell, she threw him out. She fell under the beam. The child also broke a leg because of the fall, but he held on to his life.
"
"Ange?"
Chu Qiao's eyes widened, and she suddenly realized a problem. From the beginning to now, this story was clearly a fact. An Ge was talking about his mother and his experience...
"Your legs..."
Chu Qiao's eyes fell on An Ge's legs. She was sure that she guessed correctly. An Ge was the child who survived. The woman and prince who were burned to death were his mother and brother. Such a cruel fact, from
Speaking from the mouth of someone who has experienced it, it makes people feel how desolate it is.
"When she threw him out, she said something, she wanted him to live well and be a happy ordinary person."
A happy ordinary person, that's why he obviously has a noble status, but would rather just be an ordinary person, An Ge, the child who broke his leg.
An Ge looked around intently, seemingly not paying attention to what Chu Qiao guessed.
"After rebuilding this place, it is no longer difficult to find the same feeling as before. She is no longer there, and she doesn't even want to stay in this palace. The fire made her free, but he was the only one left."