"My lord, didn't you that day" After Pingyang walked away, the maid next to Mu Yun stepped forward to treat his wound, but she was interrupted by Mu Yun before she could finish speaking.
"His Royal Highness is innocent, I can't ruin her reputation." There were many people who jumped into the lotus pond to save Pingyang that day, but she sank before they swam to her side.
Before her small head in a bun sank, Mu Yun jumped into the water and swam towards Pingyang with all her strength, wrapped her in her arms when she was submerged in the water, and let her swim towards the shore a little bit by herself .
Before he swam to the shore, he handed Pingyang into the hands of the eunuch closest to him. No one remembered that he saved Pingyang.
He also didn't want to publicize this incident. At that time, the two of them were too close to each other, and it would be bad for Pingyang to spread the word.
After landing, he caught wind and cold.
On the way back to the palace from Taishi Mansion, Pingyang was in a very bad mood.
After returning to Zhiyang Palace and lying down for most of the day, she pulled down the brocade quilt covering her head, revealed a pair of eyes and said to Qingluan, "Go and find an embroidery needle."
"Well done, what do you need embroidery needles for?" Qingluan was puzzled.
"Go if you are told." Pingyang ordered her.
Qingluan touched her head, then smiled, and went to find her an embroidery needle, bringing a bunch of gold and silver threads with her.
She thought, Her Royal Highness must be embroidering handkerchiefs and sachets for Lord Taishi.
Ping Yang sat up, only took the embroidery needle in her hand, then stretched out a hand, and pierced his index finger with the same force as he pierced Mu Yun today.
On the fingertips, there was a piercing pain, and a drop of blood quickly overflowed.
"Your Highness, what are you doing?" But Qingluan was taken aback, and after she yelled, she hurriedly helped Pingyang stop the bleeding.
Seeing Qingluan flustered, Pingyang realized that the needle prick was not painless, but that Mu Yun had been enduring it.
On the first day Mu Yun recovered from her illness and returned to the Imperial Academy, she ran outside the Imperial Academy with a bottle of plaster in her hand, waiting anxiously for him to come out of the Imperial Academy.
"Does it still hurt?"
Before Mr. Tai Shi, who was wearing a green red robe, came to her, Ping Yang couldn't help but ran up and grabbed his hand and asked.
"Thanks to Her Royal Highness's concern, I'm fine now." Mu Yun gave her a rare smile.
"Even if it doesn't hurt, you still have to take this plaster back. Remember to apply it twice a day." She stuffed the plaster into his hand, which she asked the imperial doctor of the imperial hospital to prepare personally.
"Thank you, Your Highness, Princess."
Mu Yun took her plaster, and then took a step back, maintaining the distance that should exist between a monarch and a minister.
For a long time, Mu Yun didn't hear her speak.
He raised his head, and saw that Pingyang's eyes were filled with tears, "Yunlang, what happened that day was my fault, there will be no next time"
That piercing pain made Ping Yang blame himself for many days.
"Your Majesty has never blamed Her Royal Highness, so you don't have to blame yourself." Mu Yun's voice was a little softer when she spoke to her, and the respect in her words was also a little less respectful.
"In short, there will be no next time." Pingyang wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and told him before leaving, "Remember to apply this medicine, I have used it before, and it works very well."
Mu Yun lowered her head and stared at the plaster in her hand, her clear eyes were stained with thought.
Days passed day after day, and when all the lotus leaves in the lotus pond outside the Imperial Academy withered, it would be winter.
In winter, Pingyang was tightly wrapped up by the palace maids, her body was short, and she looked more like a small ball after being wrapped up like this.
The road along the city to the palace wall was covered with snow, and it took her twice as long to walk there every day than in summer.
Therefore, every winter she had to get up very early, so that she could be there before Mu Yun walked out of the gate of the Hanlin Academy.
On this day, the snow fell heavily in the deep winter, and the sky outside was not fully bright yet. Pingyang had already walked out of Zhiyang Palace. Qingluan opened a paper umbrella to cover her from the white snow all over the sky.
Every few steps, Qingluan would shake off the snow that had accumulated on the umbrella.
"Your Highness, are you cold?" Qingluan asked her, sniffling.
Pingyang's little face was flushed red from the cold, she stretched out her hand to catch the white snow falling from the paper umbrella, and shook her head, "It's not cold."
As long as she thought of seeing Mu Yun in a while, she didn't feel cold at all.
But this time Ping Yang stood on tiptoe on the little eunuch's back for a long time., did not see Mu Yun's figure.
At noon, it has long passed.
The staff members inside came out one by one, and before the gate of the Imperial Academy was about to close, Ping Yang asked anxiously: "Is there no one inside?"
The guard at the gate looked up and saw Pingyang's small head, and immediately understood who she was asking, and bowed to her and replied: "Reporting to Your Highness, Lord Taishi did not come today. I heard that the elder in the family is seriously ill." .¡±
"I'm seriously ill"
She got down from the eunuch's back.
Afterwards, as if thinking of something, she stepped on the little eunuch's back to ask the gatekeeper Mu Yun when he would be back, but the gate of the Imperial Academy was already closed.
"Boom!"
A heavy sound of closing the door seemed to knock on Pingyang's heart.
Depressedly, she got off the little eunuch's back. The little eunuch, who had been kneeling on the ground all morning, was already so cold that his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
Qingluan handed him a piece of silver, and he quickly ran away after bowing his head in thanks. This job is not easy.
Ping Yang stood in the snow, and the snow was piled up to her knees, her little face and hands were flushed red from the cold.
"Your Highness, let's go."
Qingluan picked up the paper umbrella on the side, and helped her walk to Zhiyang Palace step by step. On the snow, two strings of long footprints were left.
In the next few days, she did not see Mu Yun outside the Imperial Academy.
"Father, what happened to Yunlang's family?" Pingyang felt uneasy, so she had to go to the imperial study to ask her father.
Emperor Jokhang's complexion was not very good, and he only handed her the folder in his hand. He didn't want to deal with her and Mu Yun's affairs, but he didn't want to keep this matter from her.
Pingyang took the booklet from him, on which was the handwriting of old man Mu, Mu Yun's grandfather had served as the secretary in the court.
It is written in the booklet that Mrs. Mu died of illness, but there is one regret in her heart, which is the lifelong event of her grandson, Mu Yun. She begged Emperor Dazhao to give Mu Yun a marriage, which solved the regret in her heart.
The one who is married is Lin Zhu, the eldest daughter of the Lin clan who has a family relationship with the Mu clan. She is a talented woman of great reputation. She is only fourteen years old.
Seeing the last word "Yun" written by Emperor Jokhang himself, the folder in Pingyang's hand fell silently to the ground.
Her mouth was slightly opened, and hot tears fell down her cheeks one row after another, as silently as the folds that fell to the ground. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com