"Eleven...he...still didn't come after all..."
The woman's hoarse voice sounded in the hall, like a broken gong.
Everyone was stunned, wondering who he was referring to in her words.
Is it Leng Qisu? Isn't he recuperating in seclusion
But strangely enough, isn't this woman his favorite? Even though he was so ill, he didn't even come out of seclusion to take a look.
After all, they didn't have much time to think about it, because a more realistic problem was waiting for them to face, that is, this woman is really gone, what should they do
"Fourth sister-in-law, don't think too much and have a good rest!"
Eleven sighed and was about to stand up, but he didn't want to be grabbed by the woman by the corner of his sleeve.
"Brother Eleven...he hates me...right?"
The woman's face was pale, and her eyes that had long since lost their luster were looking at him for a moment, filled with pain and disappointment.
He must have hated her for being used, hated her for betraying him, hated her for doing it for another man.
Otherwise, why wouldn't you want to see her even for the last time
"No, Fourth Sister-in-law, I can guarantee you that he doesn't hate me. He definitely doesn't hate me. He must have his own difficulties and reasons!"
"The difficulties and reasons?" The woman was silent for a moment, then smiled weakly, like a moment of youth, "Okay! Then I will trust Brother Eleven again!"
After saying that, he let go of his sleeves and slowly closed his eyes, "I'm tired, please let everyone go out!"
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It was at dusk that I discovered that Zizhuo had completely stopped breathing.
The afterglow of the setting sun spilled in through the window lattice and shone on the floor and bed in the house, like fire and blood.
Caixia walked to the bedside with a bowl of soup and called her mother several times. There was no response from the woman on the bed. She thought she was asleep or ignored her, because in the following days, this woman has always been like this. This situation was so muddy that there was no sound.
She reached out and touched the woman gently, but found that the woman's eyes were lightly closed, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and she was motionless.
She finally felt something was wrong, her heart was so flustered that she couldn't control herself, and she stretched out her fingers tremblingly and put them under her nose.
There was a heart-stopping crisp sound, the sound of the porcelain bowl in her hand falling to the jade ground.
Shocked, heartbroken, unbelievable...
With her eyes wide open, she stood blankly for a long time, and then suddenly she screamed miserably, "Your Majesty..."
Soon, Shiyi heard the sound and came, and the imperial doctors also came.
After some emergency rescue, the doctors all knelt down.
"How is it?" Eleven pursed her lips tightly, with a stern look on her face.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty is dead!"
"Dead?" Eleven was shocked and didn't believe it. He was stunned for a while, turned around and walked to the bed, looking at the woman on the bed who was as quiet as a fallen leaf, motionless and silent.
In the room, besides the imperial doctor, Qiu Ju, Dongmei, and Li Quansheng were also kneeling.
The whole place was eerily silent. Except for an occasional low sob, it was deathly silence.
Until I don’t know how much time passed, the sky darkened and it was time to turn on the lanterns.
Li Quansheng glanced at everyone with red eyes, and struggled for a long time before he moved his knees and knelt at Eleven's feet. He spoke bravely and cautiously, "Master Eleven, the rules in the palace are to prevent infection. Those who died from the plague were immediately sent to the fireground for cremation..."
He raised his head, preparing to face the fury of the storm on November 1.
He is the director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and he has his responsibilities. It is sad to be sad, but there are still some things that he has to talk about.
Unexpectedly, Eleven was not angry, or to be precise, there was no reaction.
He didn't move or look back. He was still looking at the bed, as if he was deep in thought, but he didn't seem to hear him at all.
He said it again in a louder voice.
Everyone raised their eyes and looked at the tall figure.
After being silent for a long time, Eleven finally turned around slowly, looked at him, and then turned his eyes to the outside of the door. Not knowing where he landed, he said lightly, "Okay! To prevent infection, we will send him to the fire scene for the time being. , As for cremation..." He paused and then said, "Wait, wait until I report back to the emperor."
Report back to the emperor
Li Quansheng was startled. Isn't the emperor in retreat
Then I thought about it, it was just a seclusion, it wasn't like she wasn't there, that man loved this woman the most, and now that she was like this, he should be informed.
So, he said no more, just bowed to the eleventh, stood up and prepared to go.
When the imperial doctors in the room heard that they had reported back to Leng Qisu, their faces turned as pale as earth, and their three souls and seven souls had already passed away.
It wasn't until Eleven shouted "Get out!" at them several times that everyone realized what they were doing, crawled away in panic, and dispersed like birds and beasts.
Soon, the news of Ru Jieyu's death became known to the whole palace.
Some people were shocked, some were sad, some were happy, and some felt proud.
Finally died, no matter how great the honor was, it would eventually turn into ashes in the fire.
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Night came as expected.
Go to the study room
Eleven sat under the palace lantern, frowning as he reviewed the memorial, and the cinnabar pen in his hand dropped a note from time to time.
Li Quansheng stood by the side, pursed his lips from time to time, looked at the sky outside from time to time, and looked at the focused person under the palace lantern from time to time.
"Eunuch Li seems to be uneasy?" Eleven put down the memorial in his hand, raised his head and looked at him, with the corners of his lips raised slightly, half-smiling.
Li Quansheng was startled. He felt that this man's concentration was just an act. Otherwise, how would he know that he was uneasy
He quickly stepped forward and bowed, "Master Eleven, do you really don't need to send guards and maids to keep watch over the fire scene?"
"Well! To prevent the spread of the epidemic, it's better to be cautious!" Eleven nodded, thoughtfully, and then looked at him with raised eyebrows, "What? Eunuch Li is still worried that someone will do harm to the deceased empress?"
"No, slave. I just feel..." Li Quansheng didn't know what to say.
He just felt that both the current Saint Leng Qisu and this man were very good to that woman, right? Why did he become so indifferent once this person was gone
However, when I thought about it again, how could slaves like them be able to guess the master's thoughts
Originally, he was going to ask this man if he had reported it to the emperor, but after thinking about it, he gave up.
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The fire place is located in the west end of the palace. It is specially used to burn all kinds of old things, waste, and of course people. It is considered to have more negative energy and bad luck. The location is even more remote than the cold palace, and it is rarely visited on weekdays.
The night in February was very cold in spring.
Even the moon seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, with only the hazy moon shadow, and the weak, dim moonlight shining down, making the night more desolate and desolate.
The fire field was very large and open, but there was only one palace lantern in the huge fire field, which emitted a dim yellow light in the dark night, flickering on and off like a will-o'-the-wisp.
In the middle of the fire scene, there are four octagonal stoves made of blue bricks and cement. The huge and spacious furnace cavity is like the bloody mouth of a beast, and anything can be burned inside, including people.
In the middle of the four stoves, there is a soft mat made of nanmu with light hanging curtains. It is very elegant and somewhat incompatible with the atmosphere of the entire fire place.
On the soft mat, a woman was lying there quietly, covered with a brocade quilt, her black hair covering the soft pillow.
Her eyes were lightly closed and her face was peaceful. If someone didn't know she was dead, they would think she just slept.
The night was so quiet, you could only hear the sound of the wind blowing the curtains.
Third watch time.
In the dark night, two women walked slowly along the winding path in the palace. One was dressed in gorgeous palace clothes, and the other was dressed in a maid's dress. Both women covered their faces with gauze, leaving only their eyebrows exposed.
"Your Majesty... do you really want to go to the fire scene?"
It was the maidservant who spoke, her voice trembling, unable to hide the fear in her heart.
On the other hand, the woman in palace clothes was calm and cold. She took her hand and continued to move lightly in the direction of the fire. After a long time, she heard her sigh softly, "After all, we are sisters. She is really pitiful, I will send her away!"
(End of chapter)