Sima Chun was so frightened that he almost jumped up, and when he looked back, Ziyan was standing at the entrance of Yongxiang, holding a lantern by himself, smiling at him, with spring on his face.
Sima Chun looked around and saw that there was no one else, so he went to Zi Yan's side and sang "Fat Ye" deeply.
"My concubine, why are you here?"
Zi Yan showed her white and small teeth: "I'm waiting for you."
Sima Chun: "Wait for me?"
Zi Yan stretched out her hand and ticked it: "There is a small bamboo forest behind this alley, and there is a small pavilion in the forest, let's go inside and talk."
After finishing speaking, Zi Yan turned around. Sima Chun followed behind her. Coming to the small pavilion in the bamboo forest, Ziyan pointed to the sitting place of the pavilion:
"Master Sima, please sit down."
Sima Chun: "The imperial concubine is on top, how dare a villain sit down."
How dare not sit in purple smoke first. Zi Yan was no longer reluctant, and asked straightforwardly:
"You went to Yong'an Palace just now, but did you tell the emperor what you should say?"
Sima Chundao: "I have told you what the imperial concubine taught me."
The smile on Zi Yan's face bloomed like a flower: "Very good! As long as you tell the emperor as I said, the task will be completed." A little golden man came out, "This is the little golden man who worshiped the heavens that Huo Qubing took from the Xiongnu Shanyu when he was beating the Xiongnu. It has gone through thousands of years and is invaluable."
Sima Chun had read the records about the golden man offering sacrifices to the sky from "Historical Records" and "Han Shu". He always thought it was a golden man as big as a real person, but he didn't want to be only the size of a palm. His eyes were shining, his hands were about to move, and he wanted to take the golden man over, but he was a little embarrassed.
"This golden man is so precious, how dare a villain want..." As he said so, his eyes never left the golden man.
Ziyan saw through Sima Chun's thoughts: "I am in the palace, well-clothed and well-fed, and I am not short of money or treasures. Your ancestors have been involved in the study of astronomy and astrology for generations, and it is just right for me to give you this little golden man offering sacrifices to heaven." Appropriate. You don't need to refuse, just take it."
Sima Chun took the statuette with his trembling, bony hands, tears welling up in his eyes with gratitude: "The imperial concubine Ziyan is so loving, if there is any order in the future, the villain will go through fire and water."
Zi Yan smiled triumphantly: "I don't want you to go through fire and water, as long as you do what I said, and perform the 'Yin prosperity and Yang decline' in front of the emperor, so that the emperor taboos the empress, that will be of great help to me. Wait for me Being a queen will not be without your benefits."
Sima Chun bowed to Ziyan: "The villain must not lose the opportunity to say good things about Concubine Ziyan in front of the emperor, and let the emperor abolish Queen Rong this morning and let you be the queen."
Zi Yan laughed again, very happily, as if she had become a queen now.
"Okay, okay, okay! This is a little secret between me and you, you can't tell the third person. Otherwise, if the emperor or queen Rong finds out, we will die without a place to die. You know it too, Rong Chang'an is a nightshade who kills people without taking photos!"
Sima Chun hid the little golden man in his sleeve and smiled all over his face: "I understand!"
Zi Yan nodded in satisfaction: "Now that no one finds that we are together, you should leave quickly. If there is something to do, I will send someone to call you."
Sima Chun looked around for a while before sneaking out of the bamboo forest with a lantern.
The corner of Ziyan's mouth curled up into a sinister smile: "Rong Chang'an, now I'm going to turn the tables on customers and turn defeat into victory. No matter how protective the emperor is of you, no matter how kind he is to you, he can't help but say infiltrating words. I can't wait to see you thrown into the sidelines." It's miserable!"
Ha ha ha ha! Because of excitement, Zi Yan's laughter was slightly hoarse, trembling in the bamboo forest in the dark night.
Afterwards, Sima Chun still persuaded Yan Li to take back all the powers on the grounds of celestial phenomena and personnel affairs, and no longer let Rong Chang'an participate in politics. But when Yan Li thought of Rong Changan's help to him in the past, he still couldn't say it. As for Zixuan's matter, Yan Li did not impose any punishment on Rong Chang'an, nor did he send anyone from the Punishment Department to ask questions. This matter gradually faded away.
But Rong Changan has always been thinking about Zixuan in his heart, and every day he does not want to go to Fengwu Palace to visit Zixuan. She went there a few times later, and every time Zixuan shrank on the bed in fear, or hid in a corner, her eyes showed fear and fear of Rong Changan, repeating her curse-like words over and over again :
"Rong Chang'an, don't come here! You killed my child, you will die badly!"
Upon hearing these words, Rong Chang's heart felt like a knife was twisted, and his heart was broken.
In order not to irritate Zixuan further, Rong Changan gradually gave up the idea of going to Fengwu Palace. Every time she passed Fengwu Palace, she just stopped for a while to listen to Zixuan's voice in the palace. At the beginning, Zixuan just scolded the phrase "Don't come here, you will die", but in late autumn, when the leaves of the phoenix trees fell, Rong Changan heard more than this kind of voice.
"Huanger, Huanger, where are you? Mother misses you, come back soon!"
Sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, sometimes shouting loudly. Even if Zixuan no longer dislikes Rong Changan, Rong Changan doesn't want to go in and see
. Rong Changan was afraid that seeing Zixuan's appearance would break his heart. What a beautiful woman she once was, just ruined like this. Although Rong Changan was not the one who directly drove Zixuan crazy, Rong Changan deeply blamed himself and felt that Zixuan's madness had a lot to do with him.
At least, if Rong Changan hadn't asked Yan Li to visit Zixuan, Zixuan would have returned to Tianchi country long ago.
In her country, she can run freely without restraint, without having to face high walls, deep courtyards, and schemes every day.
On a cold rainy day, Rong Chang'an passed Fengwu Palace again, and the withered and yellow leaves of the sycamore tree floated on the gate of the palace, thickly accumulated and wet. There was no sound inside, even Zixuan's yelling and cursing could not be heard.
Rong Changan felt uneasy, so he wanted to go in and have a look. But seeing two court ladies, they opened the door and saw Rong Chang'an, they were surprised.
"The queen is a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"
Rong Changan asked with concern: "How is Concubine Zixuan doing now?"
"Imperial Concubine Zixuan..." the maid faltered, lowering her head.
Rong Changan had a premonition: "What happened to the imperial concubine?"
"The imperial concubine is no longer in Fengwu Palace..."
Rong Changan frowned: "She... she is not in Fengwu Palace, where did she go?"
The two maids looked at each other, and one of them said, "The imperial concubine has been sent to the cold palace by the emperor."
"What!" Amazement flashed in Rong Chang'an's eyes, "Why did the emperor do this?"
The maid shook her head: "I don't know, maybe it's because the imperial concubine has gone crazy, so it's not appropriate to live in Fengwu Palace."
Fengwu Palace is where the empress of the main palace lives, and it is indeed inappropriate for a crazy woman to live there. Rong Changan knew this truth, but emotionally, she couldn't accept it.
"Who lives in Fengwu Palace now?"
If it was Ziyan, Rong Changan would drive Ziyan out with a soft sword.
"No one lives in Fengwu Palace now, it's empty."
A gust of cold wind blows a gust of cold rain, rustling on Rong Changan's umbrella. Rong Changan pursed her lips, turned around, and walked away. The umbrella didn't have time to cover her head, and the rain fell on her black hair like a handful of salt.