It's snowing again.

The negotiation with Rong Chu that day ended in no conclusion. Today's snow made the half-dark sky increasingly unclear. Lin Ruge sighed. Xiao Linzi accompanied Lin Ruge and led the way.

, turning around from time to time to remind, "The road is slippery in the snow, please be careful where you step."

Lin Ruge held up an umbrella embroidered with red plums and reached out her hand. Tiny snow particles rustled across the silk umbrella, were blown around and danced by the morning breeze, and fluttered across her shiny palm.

As I walked, my long skirt touched the ground, picking up bits of snow.

"This is the second time it's snowed this winter." Lin Ruge looked up at the sky outside the umbrella and said to himself.

Xiao Linzi bowed and walked in front. Hearing Lin Ruge's words, he just chuckled and said nothing.

Strange to say, since the assassination incident that day, Emperor Zhaohe has never mentioned asking himself to recite the Avatamsaka Sutra. Now, even going there every day is like a show. It usually only lasts a few days.

After a simple conversation, the prince went and he resigned and was never left behind.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, your health has improved a lot in recent days?" Xiao Linzi asked softly.

"Yes, it's getting better." Lin Ruge sighed with emotion. Emperor Zhaohe, who was originally said by the imperial doctors that he would not survive this winter, was getting better and better day by day, and he was getting better and better every day. It can be seen that there are miracles.

"Then why doesn't the emperor allow the ladies of the Sixth Palace to come out?" Xiao Linzi said in a slightly frustrated tone, "The emperor was not in good health a few days ago, so he just asked the ladies to stay in the palace. Now that they are better, they are still not allowed to come out.

Does your Majesty know what is going on?"

Lin Ruge paused, leaned over and pushed aside the snow, held a frozen bird in his hands, and said with a smile, "How can you and I guess the power of the Emperor?"

Xiao Linzi curled his lips, and when he saw that he had arrived at the Zhongcui Hall again, he sent Lin Ruge into the side hall, reached out to take the injured bird that Lin Ruge handed over, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I will go back first. This bird will go first.

Leave it to my servants to take care of it, so you can rest assured."

Lin Ruge smiled and watched Xiao Linzi walk all the way back to Yuzhang Palace. He still smiled calmly and went about his daily inspection as usual. But he remembered Xiao Linzi's words just now, yes, the emperor is well, now.

The concubines of the Sixth Palace are still not allowed to come out, perhaps because they want to contain the various princes who are about to make a move. So when everything is settled, what should they do with the people in Yuzhang Palace?

Their mission is to accompany the emperor to death. If the emperor does not die, they have no choice but to wait.

Cardamom Shaohua, to them, is a joke.

"My concubine and the concubine came very early today, and Concubine Zhuang hasn't come yet." Wei Chi, who was standing outside the curtain, smiled habitually and gave in, letting Lin Ruge in. "The emperor slept late yesterday, so he must still be here."

Not awake."

"Sister Zhuang Fei is young, so it's common for her to sleep too much." Lin Ruge sat down on the low stool with folded sides, rubbed her cold red hands, looked at the fragrant mist curling up in the black stone cauldron, raised her eyes and said with a smile, "

Your Majesty, can you change the medicine?"

"Concubine He is such a smart person." Wei Zhi handed the warm medicine to Lin Rusinger, "Mr. Huo just came to check the emperor's pulse yesterday and said that the emperor has auspicious signs. It seems that everything is fine. Now

No, let’s change the medicine for recovery, and the medicine smells better to me than the medicine of the previous few days.”

"Yes, your Majesty is blessed by heaven and man." Lin Ruge smiled slowly, stretched out his hand to touch his temples and shook his head, then lost interest in talking.

There was a soft sound of steps, and Emperor Zhaohe opened his eyes. In a trance, he only saw someone sitting on his knees with lowered eyes and a smile, much like the Madame Butterfly of the past, lying on his knees, murmuring.

Emperor Zhaohe stretched out his hand to grasp the soft feeling, and Lin Ruge leaned back slightly, with a happy face.

"The emperor is awake? I am waiting for the emperor to take medicine."

The opening of my mouth shattered my dream...

Emperor Zhaohe sighed with some dissatisfaction, waved his hands, and his voice was hoarse after recovering from a serious illness, "I will not take medicine."

"Your Majesty, good medicine tastes bitter." Lin Ruge handed the silver spoon to Emperor Zhaohe's lips, looking like a very patient mother, repeatedly inducing her naughty son to eat more rice and drink more water.

"I don't want to take medicine." Emperor Zhaohe frowned and raised his finger to point at the Avatamsaka Sutra on the table, "I was in a hurry the past few days and I haven't heard you recite the Avatamsaka Sutra yet. Please read it to me."

Lin Ruge didn't force herself, turned around, put the medicine bowl on the table, and took down the Huayan Sutra.

The sun has come out, and its warmth shines in through the window. The fire in the hall is blazing, and it is a completely different world from the snowy and cold weather outside the hall.

Lin Ruge opened the book, "At that time Samantabhadra Bodhisattva..."

Emperor Zhaohe listened attentively, for fear of missing a word.

Outside the curtain, the respectful Hou of Wei Chi was waiting for Concubine Zhuang. Su Luo raised her head again and winked at Fu Qing, "Hey, I can finally listen to the Huayan Sutra again."

The hourglass drained away bit by bit, and the snow outside the palace was still snowing in various sizes, but it showed no sign of letting up.

Lin Ruge read more and more engrossedly, sparks popped out of the silver carbon in the furnace, and sparks splashed on the purple clay pot. The hot purple clay pot made a "crack" sound, but it only made people feel that the small space was getting more and more intense.

peaceful.

The woman's soft but deep voice passed through the curtains and fell in Suluo's ears.

She vaguely looks like another woman with unparalleled elegance many years ago, with every gesture and gesture showing wealth.

That is her young lady... the benefactor who once saw her at a glance among the thousands of refugees on the street and took her back to the palace to save her from the pain of being displaced... But, madam, why are you so unlucky?

?

Su Luo sighed, leaned down even lower, and desperately clenched the delicate palace lantern in her hand with her fingers.

Madam, now she is so like you, and can even recite the Avatamsaka Sutra as fluently as you... She is so talented that no one can match this Sixth Palace Fendai.

Concubine Zhuang knew that she was late today, so she hurriedly stepped into the curtain after confessing to Wei Chi.

Then I heard the always lively Sister Hefei reciting "Huayan" in a low voice. For a moment, I couldn't help but hold my breath and sit quietly aside, for fear of disturbing the tranquility.

After reciting, Lin Ruge respectfully put the Huayan Sutra back on the table, and sighed, "Your Majesty, endless origins, tossing and turning with one mind. Anyone who reads the Huayan Sutra has tangled thoughts in his heart, and I am incompetent, but

I am willing to share the burden for the Emperor."

Emperor Zhaohe closed his eyes and said nothing, only the corners of his eyes were slightly shiny.

Lin Ruge pulled Zhuang Fei Zhao Xiang and motioned for her to leave with her and not to disturb Emperor Zhaohe who was meditating. Emperor Zhaohe had fought in all directions in the past years, with iron horses and silver spears, and blood-drinking battlefields. He was such a strong-willed man.

, presumably because he doesn’t want others to touch the softness of his heart.
Chapter completed!