Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

After the carriage reached the official road, the road became much better.

This time it was already anxious. The team even traveled day and night. There was not much time to rest. The horses were galloping, the wheels were rolling, and a long snow dust rose on the official road.

Unconsciously, half a month has passed, and most of the journey has come.

The weather around is getting colder and colder. The north wind is whistling with snowflakes and often makes people sleepless all night. Pei Yuanzhang and I are sitting in the car with a stove. The snow rushers feel good.

I looked up again and looked at the person resting on the soft couch opposite him, and the pale, bloodless face that was always indifferent.

For ten days, he hardly ever said a word to me.

The whole journey was listening to the north wind howling outside, the long hiss of the healthy horse, and the monotonous sound of the wheels bumping against the ground. Except sometimes, when I closed my eyes, I dreamed that his breath was close at hand At other times, it seemed that I was alone in the carriage.

I don't know where I did wrong, or what happened again, I can only endure in silence, maybe because I am worried about the capital, and his emotions are never caused by me.

So I was silent, watching his lips dry, and got up to make tea, opened the dark compartment in the compartment, which was full of many ingredients, and I took out some red dates and wolfberry.

That bowl of medicine, I guess there is not much blood in it, but in the end the prince cut the wrist to bleed. It is not a trivial matter. The subordinates will put these things. I took a tea bowl and shred red dates and wolfberry into hot tea Soak it, then carefully end up in front of him.

The sweet smell of tea was permeated in the compartment, but the man closed his eyes and raised his eyes, but he didn't seem to see it at all.

"Hi lord, have some hot tea."

I finished talking and looked at him quietly, but he still didn't open his eyes.

I pursed my lips and moved closer: "His Royal Highness ..."

The compartment was as quiet as ever, and the curtains flickered, and there was a blast of cold wind, and I looked at the pale face, and suddenly hesitated.

Pei Yuanzhang him, although he has not spoken to me these days, he has not ignored me.

I approached him subtly and carefully, feeling that his breathing was very light, so light that there was almost no breath, and his face had been pale since the day when he got on the carriage, and his lips were not much blood, and he hugged his arms With his hands exposed, the pale tinge of cyan was extremely cold.

But this cold is not from the outside to the inside, but from the inside.

His body is actually not bad, but the other day in Yangzhou did not have a quiet day. In two days, he traveled to several prefectures to gather medicines and cut his wrists to bleed. In addition, the behavior of Beijing was unknown. I can imagine the stress.

The hard-hitting people can't carry it.

I thought about it, holding the hot tea bowl tightly in both hands, warming his hand, and then gently, lightly covering his hand.

It seemed as if I touched a piece of ice, my fingertips trembled, and as I trembled, the eyelashes on his closed eyelids trembled slightly, and then he opened his eyes slowly.

My heart shuddered against those dark eyes, but my hands didn't let go.