Nirvana In Fire

King Jing returned from the hunting grounds with Liang Di. After sending his father back, he withdrew. Instead of returning directly, however, he went to visit the camp of King Yu, the third son, and King Huai, the fifth son. The relationship between the two princes and King Jing, though not very close, is generally good. In the past, during the annual spring hunt, the prince Yu Wang Gao was high and only surrounded Liang Di. The three brothers were close together and were often in one place. However, the status of King Jing has not been comparable in the past this year. The two did not dare to come to the door randomly, as in previous years, so King Jing had free time and took the initiative to find the past. Wang Huai Wang's tent was situated next to each other. In order to receive Jing Wang, everyone gathered in the middle of the empty space to serve roasted meat and wine, but it was also a pleasure to melt.

Just as everyone was getting drunk and eating tea, Jing Fei's maid, accompanied by Lieutenant Ying, came looking for her, and there was a Mae Chang Su standing in the distance. As soon as they heard that Jing Guifeng had summoned him, Yu Wang and Huai Wang dared not to delay him and hurried up to deliver the guests.

It's not far from the Princes' camp to the Imperial Book, just to cross the Forbidden Guard in the middle. Meng Xi stood in front of the tall wooden gate and gave a gift. His eyes looked deeply at Mae Chang-su. The latter smiled lightly back at him and looked calm.

Before reaching Jing Fei's tent, the maid briefed her slightly, and the two walked in one after the other. The whole camp is simple and refreshing, there is only one double couple of cases, there are also four or five round back chairs, Jing Fei is wearing a grey mink leather coat with a long vegetarian dress, for filial service, only silver ornament on the head, the whole person looks pure and gentle. When she saw her son kneel and bow, she smiled and reached out to each other.

“Mother, this is Mr. Sue.” King Jing raised his hand and introduced.

Mae Chang Su bowed down to salute him. “Someone else has met Jing Feng. ”

He was just a step behind King Jing, Jing Fei had already glimpsed his figure, but his mood was complicated, he didn't dare to look closely. At this time, he stood face to face, looked at the thin posture, listened to the strange voice, suddenly his heart was cold, his throat tightened, and failed to say a word for half a day.

“Mother, are you ill?” Jing Wang noticed something was wrong and gently held Jing Fei's arm.

Jing Fei smiled reluctantly and reassured himself. “… Mr. Su has worked hard all the way, please sit down. ”

Mae Chang Su thanked him for his seat. Sitting at the guest table, Jing Fei had settled her emotions a little. She ordered someone to serve tea. He asked politely: "Mr. Su has been living in Beijing for more than a year? Are you used to living here? ”

“It's just colder in the winter, the others are fine. ”

“Sir, are you afraid of the cold? ”

“Yes.”

Jing Fei turned back to Jing Wang: “You don't take care of people, have you noticed that the charcoal in the tent is enough? Camping in the wild can be colder than in the house. ”

Mae Chang-su laughed: “Madam Xie cared. Her Royal Highness took good care of it. Now no one wants to go into my account. I think it's hot in there. ”

Jing Fei shook her head: “These days are no better than at home, you often have to walk outside the account. If it is extremely warm inside, it is extremely cold outside, you are afraid of getting sick more easily, the account is still ventilated to ensure the temperature is right. ”

“Grandmother knew how to maintain the medical care,” Mae Chang-su owed her debt, "I also had a doctor at home, but she hasn't accompanied me in the past few days. I had to keep warm all the time. Thank you for pointing that out. ”

“Sir, it is not appropriate to drink this tea because of the breeze.” Jing Fei summoned to the maid and ordered, “Go get the purple ginger tea. ”

The maid ordered her to leave, and soon she brought a purple sand teapot and a small cup. Mae Changsu saw Princess Jing get up and pour the tea herself. “How dare you, Madam, ask this sister to pour it. ”

Jing Fei smiled shallow and ordered the maid to stand down and take the cup of tea: “Sir, I should also salute a cup of fresh tea.” Then he handed over the small cup in his hand, who knew if he had missed, the cup slipped off, and the ginger tea splashed out, all on Mae Chang Su's sleeve.

“Geez, mister, are you hot?” Jing Fei grabbed his hand towel and wiped it for him, and King Jing rushed over.

Mae Chang Su knew Jing Fei's intentions and had some sourness in her heart. Therefore, she did not hide, so she took advantage to roll up her sleeves.

When Jing Fei saw the smooth and seamless arm, she looked exactly like the Nephew County Master, but her emotions were more restrained, and she stepped back, and there was no more movement.

“Su Xi is not injured, don't worry about her.” Mae Changsu shifted his gaze and whispered. King Jing helped his mother back to her place. She was somewhat confused. She wanted to ask, but didn't know what to ask. She hesitated. “Mother seems tired of thinking today. Why don't we take a break and come back with Mr. Su sometime? ”

If Jing Fei had thought about it and ignored her son, she was silent for a moment. Suddenly she said to Mae Chang Su: “I really liked Mr. Su's" Xiangdi Diary ". It mentions a flying waterfall in Tuzhou. I think you've been to that place? ”

“Yes.”

“Described in the book, the waterfall was straight down, magnificent and hated that I couldn't see it. But I can't remember. What county capital is this flying waterfall in Tuzhou? ”

Mae Changsu's gaze shivered slightly and tightened the corner of his mouth. Tuzhou Qiu, a very simple answer, is the name of the deceased mother's daughter. Although he knew what Jing Fei meant by this, he was unable to make a straightforward exit. Therefore, after a moment of hesitation, he shook his head helplessly. "I don't really remember Su. ”

Jing Fei stared at him quietly and, for some reason, her eyes became clear and sad. King Jing looked at the mother-in-law with some anxiety and asked, "Would Mother really like to see this waterfall? The child remembers that the place is...”

“You don't have to say," Jing Fei cut him off quickly, "I asked," Where can I get out? ”

“Now that her status is precious, she can't really travel at will, but she can only make up her mind and regret it.” Mae Chang Su drowned his eyecloth and persuaded him.

“Precious identity…” Jing Fei smiled lukewarmly, the colour was a little dim, "let's not talk about it. I think the gentleman is irritable, his face is white, he should have been sick for a long time. What kind of medicine do you usually take? ”

“It's some kind of refill. I don't really understand it. It's up to the doctor. ”

“May I cut all the pulses, if you don't mind? ”

She said this in front of King Jing. Of course, Mae Chang-su can't mind. Instead, Xiao Jing-su persuaded him: “Mother, Mr. Su already has a famous doctor beside him, you don't have to...”

“I just cut my veins, I don't do needles. What's so tight about it?” Jing Fei smiled softly, "you don't know, but do all doctors want to see more cases? ”

Jing Wang knew that her mother's temperament was gentle, but once she started insisting on something, it was difficult to change. She had to get up, move her seat to Mae Chang-su's side, and fetch a small pillowcase.

Plum Changsu's hands squeezed slightly in his sleeve. Of course he knows his own physical condition, but he doesn't know the extent to which Shizuhime's medical practice has been repaired. Naturally, he can't reach out with this hand. Whether the secret can still be kept.

At this moment, however, he had no choice but to put his left wrist slowly flat on the pillowcase, as Jing Fei's deeply sad gaze also prevented him from rejecting it.

Jing Fei Ning breathed and slowly pressed his two fingers against Mae Changsu's wrist. He glanced for half a day, until it made people feel different. His fingers slowly relaxed.

King Jing bowed down and was about to ask how the situation was. He was not surprised to find out. After Jing Fei retracted her hand, her wrist covered her lips and rolled her long lashes. Tears fell like walking beads, and she never stopped. Xiao Jingxuan had not seen her calm mother cry for many years, her head naturally terrified, immediately kneeling down, urgently asked: “What happened to her mother? If anything is uncomfortable, please tell your son to take care of it...”

Jing Fei breathed deeply, but still couldn't stop swallowing. The more stable and heavy the day, the harder it will be to calm down once the emotions are resolved. She held her son's shoulder, and with what he asked, she just shook her head with tears and cried for a while. She said softly: "Jing... Jingxiao, did you go to greet Father today? ”

She cried like this, but came up with this sentence. King Jing was even more helpless. "I've been with my father... all morning...”

“What about this afternoon? ”

“Haven't been yet. ”

“You... go and say hello to Father...”

King Jing stayed and said: "Isn't Father napping? ”

“I should also go for a nap,” Jing Fei interrupted intermittently, “At least wait, wait for him to wake up. If he listens to the inner servant... if you have been here, he will be happy...”

Xiao Jingxue glanced at her mother for half a day and suddenly understood her intentions. She turned to Mae Changsu and saw that the plotter had stood up and quietly avoided her side. The whole face was like a mask. She could not see a thing.

“Go, go...” Jing Fei patted his son's chest and slowly but resolutely pushed him out, but when he left, she didn't immediately talk to Mae Chang-su, instead she fell back into the chair and still cried.

Mae Chang-su stared at her helplessly for a moment. Finally, she sighed quietly. She slowly stepped forward, squatted in front of her knees, and felt a soft scarf in her sleeve to wipe tears for her. She said softly: "Mama, stop crying, and cry again. What good is it? ”

“I know... I just endured all these years and suddenly I couldn't help it...” Jing Fei also seemed to be trying to calm herself down, pulling Mae Chang Su to sit beside him, looking at him with tears blindfolded, and looking down and wiping her eyes with a handkerchief.

“I'm fine now,” Mae Chang Su softly consoled, “just slightly more sick than usual, nothing. ”

Jing Fei swallowed: “The poison of the cold, the head of the strange poison in the world, to clean it, why not take off a layer of skin so simple? Did the doctor who dragged you say anything? ”

“He said... my bottom is fine, it's okay. ”

“How can it be all right? The first thing that matters is rest.” Jing Fei grabbed Mae Chang-su's hand and sincerely said, "Don't worry about Jing Zheng, keep it well. I'll take care of Jing Li's affairs. Believe me, I'll make it...”

Mae Changsu looked back at her with a warm and steadfast look and shook her head slowly. “No, the palace and the outside of the palace are not the same after all... I have come this far, how many obstacles have been overcome, Mother, are you going to stop me too? ”

Jing Fei's heart was like a knife, but the tears were still pouring, as if to suppress more than a decade of grief, all chosen to burst out at this moment.

“If you want to help me, don't tell Jingxiao anything.” Mae Changsu's eyelids gradually became red, but her lips still smiled slightly, "Jing Zheng is good, and I'm not as tired as you think. Rest assured, I have the measure... you should continue to make hazelnut soufflé for Jingxiao in the future, even if he accidentally gets it wrong, I won't fool around and eat it. ”

“Xiao Shu... Xiao Shu...” Jing Fei muttered the name, gently touching Mae Chang-su's face, “You used to look so much like your father...”

“Ma'am, we're not talking about this.” Mae Chang-su continues to wipe her tears, "isn't it time to say this, you will help me, right? ”

Jing Fei stared at him for a long time through a blurred water color and finally closed her eyes and nodded slowly and heavily.

Seeing her promise, Mae Chang-su's lips showed a slight smile, clearly a comforting expression, yet so sad. Jing Fei couldn't bear to look again, lowered her head and covered her face with a handkerchief.

“Ma'am,” Mae Chang-su stood up softly and said softly, "It's late, I should go too. Can you calm down alone? ”

Jing Fei took a deep breath, printed the water on her face hard and raised her head, "Don't worry. Over there, I know what to do. ”

Mae Changsu nodded and stepped back. He knelt down and made a gift. He set his mind to it. He turned around and opened the curtain and left without going back.

It's afternoon and it's a pale late winter sun, but the air is still cool. Xiao Jingxiao quietly and negatively stood under the door of the Emperor's Account, but he still seemed to have solidified.

When he heard the footsteps behind him, King Jing immediately turned around and cast two gazes of scrutiny. The tone was not high, but he asked vigorously: "What did my mother tell you when she spent me? ”

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