Happy pastoral concubine

Chapter 1037 Sour
Xiao Yijin immediately took a step forward, looking at Tang Huanxi who was still unconscious, her eyes were full of worry.

"Father, it's been a whole month. Do you really want to continue like this?" Xiao Yijin pondered for a long time, then frowned silently, her eyes were full of worry, "Father, the queen mother is dead!"

"Accept it!"

Xiao Baorui, who was helping Tang Huanxi wipe his face, froze slightly when he heard these words.

After a long silence, only Xiao Baorui's deep sigh was heard.

"Your mother is still breathing, so she is not dead."

"The imperial physician has already said that Mother is not breathing! Father, when will you be willing to face reality?" Xiao Yijin grabbed his arm and asked anxiously.

"I plan to take your mother to live in the Great Buddha Temple for a while." Xiao Baorui thought for a while, then said softly, "Maybe half a year, maybe three to five years, it's hard to say."

"Father!"

"Yijin, you have grown up. As the prince, your words and deeds will become a model for Wuyou and Yiming. I know it is unfair to you to say this, but in a high position, you Every move you make will be infinitely magnified by the courtiers, so your road will be even more difficult and dangerous in the future."

"My son understands!"

"Yijin, take good care of yourself from now on!" Xiao Baorui looked at him, his loving eyes were full of guilt.

"Father, my son hopes that you can come back soon."

"I promised your mother that I will spend the rest of my life with her until she turns white." Xiao Baorui turned around and looked at Tang Huanxi with a slight smile on his face.

In the early morning of the next day, Xiao Baorui packed his luggage, took Tang Huanxi and left the palace together, and went to the depths of peach blossoms in the Great Buddha Temple.

In the spring of the fifth year of Jianyuan, the prince Xiao Yijin, who had been in charge of the country for three years, successfully ascended the throne according to the imperial edict.

Change the name of the year to celebrate.

In the second year of Qingyuan, Xiao Yijin issued a series of policies on the restructuring of scientific examinations.

It caused an uproar in the court.

"The old minister understands the emperor's determination to reform the scientific examination policy, but the emperor's move is too radical." Today's Wang Yibo has changed from a prince to a prime minister.

The position in the court is very important.

Wang Yibo can understand all the policies Xiao Yijin wants to implement, but he doesn't agree with his radical methods.

"Teacher, I think that sometimes, what can't be broken can't be built. Since the teacher also agrees with the policies I put forward, why do you have to raise objections in court?" Xiao Yijin, who was reviewing the memorial, silently put down the objects in her hands, eyes widening. There was a dim glint in the light.

A flash of shock flashed across Wang Yibo's eyes.

Then he hurriedly knelt down on the ground and sincerely pleaded guilty, "I implore the Holy Majesty to appease the anger. This old minister really has a reason for doing this!"

"Difficulties?" Xiao Yijin sneered, then restrained the smile in his eyes, and quickly threw the memorial in his hand in front of Wang Yibo, "Since I was five years old, I was fortunate enough to be taught by my teacher. I have always been I am very grateful, so these years, I have sincerely respected my teacher! Respect!

But I never expected that the former Wang Taifu, who was dismissive of power and status, has changed a long time ago! "

"Today's teacher has become what I least want to see!"

"Old minister... I know I was wrong!"

Two days later.

Xiao Yijin saw the memorial on the table, and there was a little light in the depths of her eyes.

At the beginning of March, it is the season when peach blossoms are in full bloom in the Dafo Temple.

In the early morning, Xiao Baorui went to the Buddhist temple, burned a stick of incense devoutly, and then turned back to the wing room in the backyard.

"My lady, the peach blossoms in the Great Buddha Temple this year seem to be more brilliant than in previous years." Xiao Baorui put the few peach blossoms he had just brought back into the white clean bottle.

At that time Tang Huanxi was still asleep.

His eyes were closed tightly, and his eyes were as red as ever.

Five years have passed, and Tang Huanxi still hasn't woken up.

Sometimes Xiao Baorui would wake up in his sleep, afraid of her sudden departure.

"Miss," Xiao Baorui wrung out the hot towel and gently wiped her face, his gentle eyes were full of indulgence, "Miss, I went to the meditation room yesterday and heard the abbot say a lot, as if I had an epiphany." I understand a lot of truths, but I don’t seem to understand. Lady, you are smarter than me, if you were here, you would definitely understand, right? "

"My lady, I miss you very much."

Xiao Baorui stretched out his hands to support her side, and finally reluctantly planted a light kiss on her cheek.

The sunshine in March is very bright, and even the air is filled with the special fragrance of peach blossoms.

The sun shines through the window and falls on the white marble, leaving a little circle of light.

Xiao Baorui stood in front of the window, looking at the rolling green hills in the distance, feeling a sense of sadness in his heart.

It's just that he didn't see Tang Huanxi at this moment, the index finger of his right hand trembled slightly.

【Ding—Master, you finally woke up!Great! 】

The familiar voice came again in his mind, and Tang Huanxi desperately opened his eyes, but there was a fog in front of him.

[Little cutie? 】

【Master, it's great that you finally woke up! 】

【I'm alive? ] Tang Huanxi was extremely surprised, 【I'm dead already? 】

[It seems that the master has forgotten again. 】Little cutie sighed lowly, and then pressed a white button.

Gradually, many memories emerged in Tang Huanxi's mind.

It turned out that on that day, in the cold winter, she fell into Xiao Baorui's arms and closed her eyes heavily.

Over the past few hundred years, all the memories she experienced flooded into her mind, and those mottled memory fragments gradually formed a complete story in her mind.

In the end, Tang Huanxi returned to the most primitive place.

In the heavenly court, and in the heavenly court, she is no longer Tang Huanxi, she is Baihua Fairy, Bairui.

"Welcome home." The silver-haired Xuan Tie looked at her with a smile in his deep eyes.

"Xuan Tie?" Tang Huanxi raised her eyebrows suspiciously, "You...are very different from what I remember."

"Really?" Xuan Tie smiled slightly, and the corners of his lips curled into a perfect arc, "You are also different from before."

"Really?" Tang Huanxi asked curiously, "What was I like in the past?"

"Proud, pampered, arrogant."

"This evaluation doesn't sound very good!"

"But now you have changed a lot, and your whole temperament has become much quieter."

"According to what you said, I have indeed changed a lot." Tang Huanxi smiled and said softly, "It's just who changed me?"

A man's figure suddenly flashed in his mind, and a familiar voice rang in his ear.

At this moment, Bairui felt a sudden soreness in her heart.

(End of this chapter)