Back at home, although she was tired, Chu Yu didn''t go to sleep. She wore a single dress, found a pen and paper, and briefly recorded today''s story.

    It''s a story full of holes. Even if it''s a story, few people want to hear it.

    In view of the fact that she had let Ji Xiaolan wear the clothes of Kangxi era, Chu Yu thought about it and put all the famous figures of Tang, song, yuan, Ming, Qing and Five Dynasties under Kangxi''s hands, from Wei Zheng to Wei Zhongxian, loyal and treacherous officials, literati and celebrities, all top roles,

    After finishing the story, he made up an outline for the part to be told tomorrow. He put the manuscript on the head of the bed. Chu Yucai rubbed his sour eyes and went to sleep at ease. The plan is good, but Chu Yu overestimates her body. When she wakes up the next day, she is awakened by the discomfort of her throat. Her throat is itchy and dull. She opens her mouth and can only make a low voice.

    It turns out that Chu Yu told Liu ziye a whole afternoon story in the palace yesterday. Her voice had not been rested, and she was already hurt. After returning to the palace, she did not recuperate. After writing the story, she lay down and fell asleep, which worsened to the present state.

    Clap the door and pass the baby blue pink Dai in. Chu Yu tells pink Dai to call Rong Zhi and talk about her situation. After washing under the service of Youlan, Chu Yu sits beside the bed. When she sees Rongzhi coming in from the door, she suddenly shows a look of relief. She reaches for her throat, opens her mouth silently, and then shows a silent smile.

    Rong Zhi comes over and stands in front of Chu Yu. Youlan, who was standing on one side, immediately retreats to make room for him. Although she has been taught a lesson, Youlan still dare not be disrespectful to Rongzhi.

    The corners of the mouth hang a smile, Rong Zhi quietly looking at Chu Yu, but there is no action. Chu Yu couldn''t bear to wait and took her finger to her throat. Just see him low smile a, the ear lightly floats to brush three words: "impolite."

    Rong Zhi leaned slightly, stretched out his hand to gently buckle Chu Yu''s chin, but there was something funny in his dark eyes: "princess, how can I see if you don''t open your mouth?" His voice is still as light as before, as light as the tip of a feather, like a distant stroke in the heart.

    Chu Yu was a little embarrassed and wanted to break away from him. But she was afraid that her movements were too big to be suspicious. She hesitated for a moment. Finally, she raised her head and opened her mouth slowly. But when her mouth opened, she couldn''t help thinking about whether she had rinsed her mouth clean just now. She wanted to go back and rinse it again immediately.

    Looking up, I could only see the hair above the forehead. It was dark without half a silk of variegation, just like his eyes. Can''t see the facial expression of Rong Zhi at this moment, Chu Yu''s other senses are particularly acute. She could feel Rong Zhi''s head down. He didn''t even comb his hair carefully because he was in such a hurry. A few strands of soft hair along with his action hung on Chu Yu''s cheek, the tip of the hair was a little prickly, and the breath of Rong Zhi was very close, the warm breath blew on her neck, and that part of the skin seemed to have small pimples.

    But Chu Yu''s breath, then blows the hair in front of the moving and stopping forehead, slightly floats, and soon falls on her cheek. Chu Yu couldn''t help holding her breath several times, but after a while, she couldn''t hold it. On the contrary, she made her breath more intense.

    The time was infinitely lengthened, and every second was slowly counted. Chu Yu raised her head and put her hands on her legs. Although the movement of holding her chin was very gentle, she could get away at will. But she seems to have been imposed a body immobilization method, let him play with.

    It seems that after a long time, Chu Yu takes a deep breath, reaches for Rongzhi''s sleeve and asks him when it''s over. Then he heard Rong Zhi''s smile float by: "princess, what did you do yesterday? Is your throat swollen like this?" Chu Yu felt the hand on her chin loosen. Immediately, he sat down in the bed like an amnesty, straightened up his sour neck, and his eyes were facing the receding half step.

    Rong Zhi gazed at Chu Yu and comforted her with a warm voice: "princess, don''t worry. I''m going to prescribe medicine now. I only need to recuperate for three or five days, and then I can recover as usual. But these days, I have to be careful not to speak again, so as not to hurt more."

    Chu Yu has already suffered a lot. She dares to make trouble at will. She quickly shuts up and nods. Although she regrets that she can''t continue to sow seeds for Liu ziye these two days, she has to keep her voice before she can continue to work in the future.

    When Fendai sends Rongzhi away, Chu Yu tells Youlan to get a pen and paper and write to Liu ziye to explain her situation. The story will stop serializing for the time being. When her voice will recover, she will continue.

    Rongzhi first went to Shangyao department and took the medicine to cure the throat. After writing down the usage and dosage, he was sent to Chu Yu. However, he went back to his residence alone and shut himself up for a long time in the book Pavilion.

    Until the evening, Rong Zhi walked slowly into Xiuyuan house and sat quietly watching Huan yuan and Mo Xiang busy. When Huan yuan finished his busy work and asked him why he came here, he asked with a puzzled look: "Huan yuan, do you know that there is an emperor named Kangxi in ancient poetry? I''ve read all the classics, but I haven''t found any records about Emperor Kangxi. You are so knowledgeable that you must know more allusions than me. "

    Today, when he showed Chu Yu his throat, he caught a glimpse of Chu Yu''s outline of the manuscript on the head of the bed, which was written densely on the paper. He didn''t mean to peek, but he had excellent eyesight and amazing memory. He only glanced at it and remembered 70% or 80%. He was curious and looked twice more. Although he didn''t delay seeing Chu Yu, he remembered the Emperor Kangxi and the related deeds recorded on the paper.

    The book on the paper was intermittent, even a little illogical, but he was sensitive and easy to understand. However, he searched his memory, but he could not remember when there was such a legendary emperor in history.

    Huan yuan naturally did not remember when there was an emperor named Kangxi. However, he knew that Rong Zhi was not a man who would make a fool of himself on this issue. After thinking for a moment, he said, "maybe there are some shortcomings in what I have learned. Do you have any records in the books in your room?"

    Rong Zhi shook his head and said, "before I came here, I had read all the relevant manuscripts. Of course, I didn''t have any. I came to you for help."

    They sat in silence for a while, with nothing to say. Rong Zhi stood up and said, "maybe I''ve missed something. I don''t know what I''ve missed."

    For several days in a row, the two most knowledgeable people in your family were puzzled by the same question: who was Kangxi?

    But a few days later, Chu Yu''s voice recovered and entered the palace again, but she saw Tian Rujing standing at the gate of a side hall. Chu Yu thought that it was pure to be blind, and walked past him without strabismus. However, when she came to Tian Rujing''s side, she heard his clear voice: "Kangxi. There is no Qianlong. "

    Even if it is a question, his voice, still no ups and downs, said like a statement.

    Chu Yu stopped abruptly. After a long time, she turned slowly to see the sky like a mirror. Her eyes seemed to see a ghost. The story she told Liu ziye was made up, but she swore that she had never uttered the word Qianlong from her mouth!

    Before Chu Yu had time to think deeply, the second question from tianru mirror came again: "have you read the book of heaven?"

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    Depressed. I don''t know what I''m doing next door. It''s drilling walls and knocking on the ground. The noise is so loud that I can''t think of anything. I didn''t have time to write two words until they stopped quarreling. I''m sorry for being late today. I''ve been struggling for several days. If it goes on like this, I guess I''ll have to go to the Internet bar to write