The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 210 Nian Qingshan

Zhen Qingping looked at it for a while, and there was a touch of relief in his eyes: "If Qingshan has a spirit in the sky, he will probably laugh happily, and his death is not in vain."

He went around to the back of the stele, and there was nothing engraved on the back, obviously the inscription was intended to be engraved at the end of the previous introduction.

But after looking at the entire clean tablet behind, Zhen Qingping suddenly changed his mind.

He knelt down on one knee behind the stele, took out the handkerchief that he had wiped his face before, and wiped off the rainwater on the stele little by little. With focused eyes and gentle movements, he firmly and slowly carved a song on it with the carving knife in his right hand. poetry.

"The people beside the Seven-Arch Bridge speak anxiously,"

"The Tao is the cloud that covers the sun."

"I haven't seen the breeze blow the dust away,"

"Returning the king and the green mountain will never change."

Zhen Qingping engraved a sentence, and Xiao Yu read it. Finally, Zhen Qingping paused, but still carved his name.

He didn't engrave the time, but only wrote one sentence: "My confidant Zhen Qingping wrote it for Nanqingshan."

He looked at it for a long time, and finally engraved the title of the poem on the front - "Nianqingshan"

Xiao Yu sighed, until now, she couldn't see the relationship between these two people clearly.

When the last stroke fell, the wind blew up on the ground, and the dark clouds dispersed. Xiao Yu looked up, and saw a tear in the sky, and golden light broke through the clouds, poured down, and landed obliquely on Zhen Qingping's body. , hugged him tenderly, causing a faint halo to surround him.

Zhen Qingping put down the carving knife tremblingly, his palms were already numb and red.

He turned his face to the side and squinted his eyes, adapting to the dazzling light for a while, after the rain, the spring breeze was extraordinarily warm, shuttled back and forth by his side, free and easy.

Zhen Qingping stared at a rainbow in the sky in a daze. In a trance, he seemed to see Qingshan standing in the clouds and looking back with a smile, "Qingping, I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

"Aoyama—"

"No, don't go!"

"Qingshan!"

Zhen Qingping suddenly stood up from the ground, and chased a few steps towards the setting sun, Xiao Yu hurriedly followed: "Little uncle!"

Zhen Qingping tried his best to reach out his hand towards the clouds, but he couldn't catch anything. The people in his eyes gradually dissipated, and the light in front of his eyes dimmed little by little.

The man sighed pitifully next to his ears: "Go back, Qingping, you can't ask for it in this life, I wish to continue the contract in the next life, you still have your beautiful road to go, don't stay too long for me..."

Zhen Qingping's pupils opened slightly, his lips trembled, he wanted to say something but he didn't say it, his eyes went dark, and his world was spinning for a while.

Seeing this, Xiao Yu threw the oil-paper umbrella and ran over, catching his precarious body with great effort, "Tsing Yi——"

Tsing Yi, who was hiding in the dark, came out with a "swish", and landed lightly beside Xiao Yu, reached out to catch the person, and reached out to feel Zhen Qingping's pulse: "Master, he fainted, during this time he Overjoyed and saddened, anxious to the heart, has been hanging on one breath, now that the truth is revealed, I am discouraged, I can't hold on, just now I was drenched in the rain, I guess I will have a fever when I go back."

"I knew he was going to be ill for a while. Before, he was running around like a normal person, but now he can't hold on anymore. You carry him on your back, and we send him to Yunlai Pavilion."

"Yes."

Tsing Yi leaned over to carry Zhen Qingping on her back, and couldn't help saying with emotion: "It's so light!"

Xiao Yu had no choice but to say, "This time, my little uncle's vitality has been seriously injured, and I think he will have to take care of him for a long time."

There are also guest rooms on the third floor of Yunlai Pavilion, but the price is very expensive, and most people can't afford to live there. However, the environment inside is really good, and there is even a staircase for going up and down, so you don't have to meet people on the first and second floors.

It was raining heavily today, and there were hardly any guests in Yunlai Pavilion. Everyone had to go. The guy was squatting by the door to watch the rain, and suddenly saw a pair of boots in his sight, and hurriedly stood up, "Guest officer..."

When he saw Xiao Yu behind him, his eyes narrowed immediately, and Xiao Yu said to him: "Go to the third floor to clean up the upper room, open it for a month, let the back kitchen prepare hot water, drink and use, and cook for a while A bowl of ginger soup..."

"Two bowls!"

Tsing Yi turned back from the front and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang told his subordinates to look after the master before he left the house. If he gets wet in the rain, he must drink ginger soup, otherwise he will pull out his subordinates when he returns. hair."

Xiao Yu: "..."

Mr. Zhang knew he couldn't control himself, so he took the people around him, didn't he?
Xiao Er looked at this, then at that, and persuaded cleverly: "Since the prince is drenched in the rain, it's better to drink a bowl."

Xiao Yu said helplessly, "Okay, then - three bowls."

She pointed at Tsing Yi: "Bring him one."

Tsing Yi: "...The subordinate is in good health!"

"That won't work. It's better to drink a bowl when it's raining."

Xiao Yu blocked him back with Xiao Er's words, and strode into Yunlai Pavilion, "By the way, prepare two sets of clean clothes."

"Yes, my lord upstairs, please—"

Xiao Yu took Tsing Yi and walked up the special stairs on the third floor for VIPs, and went straight up to the third floor. The little second came over, "The first room in the east, Tianzi Pavilion, is the brightest room inside, and you can see the Seven-hole Bridge when you open the window." And the scenery on the inner river."

Xiao Yu nodded, pushed open the door and let Tsing Yi go in, Tsing Yi put Zhen Qingping on the soft couch, Zhen Qingping was wet on the bed and had to make the bed after a while, it was too troublesome.

Xiao Er called the maids on the third floor and told them to prepare things.

Speaking of which, the third floor is expensive for a reason. The room is very spacious and has imported hot water. You can take a shower whenever you want. There is everything you need. There is also an incense burner in the corner, burning a faint fragrance.

Qingyi squatted beside the couch, took out a pill and gave it to Zhen Qingping: "This is for detoxifying heat and detoxifying. It can dissolve the internal anger in him. If he has a fever for a while, he still has to go to the medical clinic to get the medicine."

"Then you go to the medical hall first, there are people watching over here, it's all right."

"Okay, I'll come back after I go down."

Tsing Yi went out, just as Xiao Er came in with clean clothes, "My lord, your clothes and this young master's clothes are all ready."

"It's urgent. Maybe the prince's clothes don't fit well. If it's bigger, the prince will make it up first?"

"Well, I'll go to the side to change the bath and change clothes, you let the two maids come in to help him bathe, and soak for a while to drive away the cold."

"Hey, little one remembered it."

Xiao Yu took her own set and went into another room, and went to take a bath without mentioning it.

There are people coming and going here, and after working for a long time, Zhen Qingping cleaned up neatly, carried him to the bed, covered him with the quilt, and Tsing Yi also came back with the medicine he grabbed from the medical clinic, and handed it to Xiaoer to boil, and he himself He brought two bowls of ginger soup, and Xiao Yu and Xiao Yu each sat at the table and drank slowly.

The room was instantly filled with a strong smell of ginger, even the smell of incense was overwhelmed.

Tsing Yi couldn't stand the torture, and just put down the bowl, there was a little movement from the bed.

　I edited "Nianqingshan", don't be particular about it, don't spray it, just read it.

　　I originally wanted to look up a poem. After all, the ancients must have written it better than me, but when the emotion is there and the plot is here, I feel that using other people's poems is not the same, and it will make a play, so I Sitting in front of the computer and holding back this poem for more than 20 minutes... it suffocates me to death
　　
　
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