cut love silk

Chapter 14 Autumn Day
Chapter 13 Chapter 12 Autumn
The dragon chariot moved slowly, and the palace seemed to be silent for an instant, only the footsteps of the guards, the occasional creaking sound of the chariot moving forward, and Li Zihe's own heartbeat, as if his mind was suddenly filled with hot air, rolling and shouting Wanting to find an exit, his eyes were forced to turn red, the only sound left in his ears was gradually replaced by humming, and even his breathing became cloudy.

Li Zihe knelt stiffly, forcing himself to lower his head, unable to raise his eyes, unable to shout, he could only widen his eyes, watching a bright yellow slide in front of his eyes, and the wheels turned round and round, as if being run over in his heart, so depressed Trembling all over, he stared at the two car marks on the ground until the sound of the chariot faded away, stood up abruptly, and hurried towards the Tai Hospital.

Li Yuyi looked at Li Zihe who was full of hostility in surprise, opened his mouth wide and quickly followed, his heart thumped, and he secretly complained that the older he was, the less useful he was, that even a child would feel scared with a cold face...

Tai Hospital, Feng Zongying was walking back and forth impatiently in the hall with his hands behind his back, and seeing Li Zihe walking in front of him, he frowned and shouted: "It took so long to see a doctor? I fell asleep." You haven’t come back after entering the palace after sleeping! Let me wait for such a long time!”

Li Zihe's face softened the moment he saw Feng Zongying, and he bowed his head in silence, letting him yell at him.Li Yuyi saw it, it's terrible, today is really not a good day, he was smashed at the doctor's appointment, and ran into the emperor when he went out, the deserted doctor boy suddenly turned cold, and also caught up with the hot-tempered Master Shi, who was furious, so he had to accept his fate Stand beside Li Zihe.

"Even if you walk to Xiyuan, it won't be so slow, right? Huh? What's there to dawdle in? The hospital has a lot of things to do, and with your dawdling temper, hundreds of imperial doctors are not enough!"

Feng Zongying was the only one roaring in the hall, and the other two were silent. After roaring a few times, Feng Zongying also got a little out of breath, and thought that his temper seemed a little unreasonable. He did go back to sleep, but he tossed and turned. Not long after, I thought of Li Zihe's handwriting, and after he taught it, within a short time, I could...and see that girl's handwriting again, so I thought about going back to the Imperial Hospital to teach Li Zihe how to write early, who knew that I would wait I didn't look at the figure when I went there, how could I not get angry...

Thinking of that word, Feng Zongying's eyes became hot, and he stopped reprimanding, and sighed: "Li Zihe follow me."

Of the eight rooms in the imperial hospital, the first room on the left is dedicated to the history of the hospital. Li Zihe followed Feng Zongying into the door. The room can be regarded as a small study room. There are many medical books outside, a long carved table, and a pen, ink and paper. The inkstones are neatly placed on the corner of the table, and there is a small bed in the middle for resting during the day.

"You sit over there." Feng Zongying pointed to the grand teacher's chair next to the long table. This room was rarely visited by outsiders on weekdays, and only one chair was prepared.

Li Zihe hesitated and said, "Your Excellency, let's sit."

Feng Zongying raised her white eyebrows, and said impatiently, "How can you write well while standing? I'll let you sit down, why don't you look down on my old bones?"

Li Zihe sat down according to his wish, picked up the pen on the table, his right hand trembled slightly uncontrollably, and saw in a daze that when he was six years old, holding a pen to write for the first time, Feng Zongying was holding a ruler and typing In Bai Nun's little hand: "Sit down first, with your head upright, your body upright, your arms outstretched, and your feet secure."

"Hold a pen, retract it freely, be strong but not stiff, meaningful but not flattering."

"Writing is like a person. You can't be casual in life, and you can't write casually. You need to meditate and cultivate your mind, and you can cultivate a person."

"Girl, are you listening to me?"

"What is this written? Rewrite! Bring it to me in the palace tomorrow morning, otherwise you won't need to go to the palace to find me this month..."

"Girl, are you painting?"

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The tail of summer swept away unknowingly, and the first golden leaves fell from the palace, heralding the coming of autumn, and the weather gradually became cooler, bringing a little chill at night.

Li Zihe wrapped the quilt tightly around his body and curled up into a ball. The weather was gloomy, and his injured femur was sore and unbearable. It might rain tomorrow.

The sound of insects outside the window has decreased a lot, only the sound of the autumn wind blowing, causing the branches and leaves to sway, Li Zihe buried his head in the quilt, obviously already sleepy, but he still couldn't fall asleep when he closed his eyes, he always felt less I thought of something, my heart was empty, but I couldn't find anything wrong.

After tossing back and forth twice, I just sat up, put on my clothes and lit a candle, and just sat down at the table, I realized what was missing. This night was too quiet, not only the summer insects were gone, but also the half-moon night was missing The sound of flute accompanied by night.

Li Zihe gathered his clothes and walked to the small window, the night was dark, the stars and the moon were dark, the palace trees outside the window could only see vague shadows, and through the candlelight from inside the house, we could see the drizzle , falling with the wind like silver hair, making a slight rustling sound when it hit the leaves, and smiled lightly, it turned out that it was raining, so that person probably couldn't blow it.

Blowing out the candle, lying back on the bed, the sound of the flute suddenly broke through the air, lingering in his ears, Li Zihe was overjoyed, who knows who is playing the flute every night in this deep palace, a few days ago she still I went out to look for it, but I didn't see anyone. What's even more strange is that the sound of the flute often sounded in the middle of the night until I fell into a deep sleep. I don't know when it stopped. There was no one in the whole hospital Talk about it.

Putting away distracting thoughts, Li Zihe's thoughts gradually calmed down with the music, and he fell into a deep sleep like dozens of days and nights in the past.

Shen Mo leaned on the branch, the dense branches and leaves blocked most of his figure, and he was dressed in black. If people on the ground didn't raise their heads to look carefully at the big tree, it would be really difficult to spot him.From his point of view, he happened to see a corner of Li Zihe's hut. He was worried that Feng Zongying would embarrass her because of what happened a few years ago. The first Anthem.

Seeing her go to bed early tonight, I thought to myself that her mood has returned to calm. It can be seen that the candles in her room are lit again, and a trace of pity seems to turn into spring water rippling in her heart. Only Li Zihe can hear the internal force sound transmission, and he doesn't worry about being discovered. He just thinks of the persistent obsession in Li Zihe's heart, and the indifferent and elegant tune is actually a bit melancholic by him.

Seeing that there was no movement in the house for a long time, Shen Mo put down the flute, wiped off the rain on it and put it on his waist. With a little force on the arm resting on the tree trunk, he turned over and arrived at the small window at the back of the house, blocked by the gray window paper. With all his eyes, the light wind mixed with drizzle fell on his ears, but he could still clearly hear the light breathing of the woman in the room.

Shen Mo raised his arm, moved his fingers, and suddenly wanted to poke through the window paper to see the woman inside.

The drizzle had long penetrated into Shen Mo's black clothes, sticking to his body together with his wet long hair. The rain dripped down his raised hand. Shen Mo seemed to be stunned, and he could vaguely see the five fingers trembling slightly. He clenched his fists and hung down, facing the wind and rain, turned and left.

It was half a month later, and Li Zihe learned to write with Feng Zongying every day. In fact, he only needed to slowly change the font back to its original shape. People are in front of them, but they have to borrow words to remember them.

Li Zihe also discovered that Feng Zongying didn't take him to see the doctor, but that he almost never went to the doctor now. It turned out that he handed over the task of Ping Anmai to Yin Yuyi on behalf of Yun Jinyan. The two imperial physicians were in charge, but after Concubine Yao became pregnant, her status was instantly higher. The imperial physician who checked the pulse every day became the imperial physician Yin, and Li Zihe never saw her again because of this.

Originally, the sound of the flute every night did not appear again after that rainy night. In the past half a month, Li Zihe's mood has gradually calmed down, and he gradually got used to the absence of the sound of the flute, and he can sleep peacefully.

Li Zihe knew that they were whispering about her background behind her back, and even jealous of the more harmonious relationship between her and Feng Zongying, especially after Feng Zongying began to teach her medical skills. People even sneered at her.Li Zihe doesn't want to curry favor with anyone, and there's no need to, since studying medicine every day has filled up his time.

As Li Zihe got used to the imperial hospital, his life seemed to calm down, without waves and waves. Just when Li Zihe felt a little leisure, the imperial hospital, the entire palace, and even the whole country were boiling because of an imperial decree.

Emperor Yun of Jin said that for the first time in nine years since he ascended the throne, he recruited female talents. Women in the country of Yun, if they are fourteen or less than sixteen, will be selected by local governments as beautiful, virtuous, and talented girls, and they will be sent to Yundu Palace.There was a lot of discussion in Yunguo, and everyone was guessing, with the harem being enriched, who would get the heir who had been empty for six years?

(End of this chapter)