Chuntao shouted from behind: "Queen, where have you been?"
Rong Changan didn't answer, but just walked all the way, Chuntao ran two quick steps before keeping up with her, and put the umbrella on top of her head.
Rong Changan's footsteps stopped at Shang's study.
Yan Li, who was reading the memorial, suddenly stood up, staring at Rong Chang'an with his eyes dazed.
After Zixuan's incident, he didn't go to Fengming Palace, and Rong Changan didn't come to Shangshufang or Yong'an Palace to meet Yan Li.
Tenderness glowed warmly in Yan Li's eyes.
"Chang'an..."
He felt that this time might be the time for two people to open their hearts, tell their hearts, and express their love for each other. For her, Yan Li can give up the throne of the king and bow to Rong Changan.
But Rong Changan's words shattered Yan Li's fantasy.
Rong Chang'an strode in and walked up two steps. The light in her eyes is cold and hard, like the light refracted by the sun on the hard marble water chestnut.
"Let me ask you, what happened to Zixuan?"
Yan Li's disappointment was palpable: "What's wrong with Zixuan?"
Rong Changan's thin lips were trembling: "Where did you send Zixuan? She was pregnant with you and endured great pain. Are you treating her like this?"
The scorching light in Yan Li's eyes gradually cooled down, and he sat on the throne again, looking at the memorial on the royal case.
"When it comes to Zixuan, maybe I have more say than you."
Yan Li's words were like a slap in the face, and Rong Changan was stunned for a moment.
She naturally understood what Yan Li meant, and now both Yan Li and other people in the palace agreed that she was the one who assassinated Zixuan, and she made Zixuan's child abort. She did something that hurt Zixuan, but she came to accuse Master Yan Lixing, didn't she want to confuse right and wrong, and turn black and white!
Heartache made Rong Changan speechless for a while.
"I don't want to discuss with you now, who has the right to speak. I just want to ask you now, where is Zixuan?"
Yan Li looked indifferent: "Zhen will arrange for her properly, you don't need to care."
Rong Changan stepped up two more steps: "Why don't I care? She is mine..." She wanted to say that Zixuan was her sister, but she couldn't say that.
Rong Chang'an's eyes were also filled with tears, and the corners of his mouth were drooping, like a bitter woman who had suffered all kinds of grievances. Yan Li had never seen such a fragile Rong Changan.
He couldn't bear to hit her again: "Concubine Zixuan is unconscious now, she should not stay in Fengwu Palace anymore. I made a difficult decision after discussing with many ministers in the court. You have been in the palace for so long For many years, you should also know the rules in the palace. You should also understand that I made such a decision. Now I have arranged Zixuan in a courtyard in the harem, and Laner will take care of her. I also visit her from time to time. Your Majesty But don't worry."
A crystal hot tear ran across Rong Changan's darkened eye bags, across her pale cheeks, and fell on her plain gauze singlet. She must be able to understand Yan Li's decision, no king would give a crazy woman the palace that belonged to the empress.
She bit her lips: "Where is that courtyard house? I want to visit her, can I?"
Yan Li also gritted his teeth: "Why do you want to provoke her again?"
"I... I just want to see how she is now. Is she thinner, fatter, or... Chang'an knelt down for you!"
For his sister, for his own fault, Rong Changan bowed her noble knees.
"Queen!" Yan Li strode out of the throne, trying to help Rong Changan up. But Rong Changan used the weight of a thousand catties, Yan Li couldn't help her up. "Why do you do this! I didn't say no to you, but for Zixuan's sake, I won't let you stimulate her."
Rong Chang'an's tears were like a winding brook, gurgling down his smooth face.
"I beg the emperor to allow my concubine to visit Zixuan!"
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This is a deserted courtyard in the depths of Yongxiang. The reason why it is called "Yongxiang" is because this alley is very long, it seems to have no end, and it seems to be the most deserted place in the world.
The rain was rustling, and from time to time, heavy leaves of sycamore trees fell down. This deserted courtyard didn't seem deserted either. Someone sang a song, as if coaxing a child to sleep.
"The confinement bends and shines on Kyushu, some families are happy and some are sad..."
"Queen, that's Lan'er's voice. Shall we go in?" Chuntao, who was standing outside the courtyard, asked while holding an umbrella.
Rong Changan's feet seemed to have taken root: "Who is Lan'er singing for? Help me poke my head in and have a look."
Chuntao gently pushed open the wooden door and poked her head inside. In the leaky corridor, Lan'er was sitting on a chair, singing softly. A woman was propped on her knees, in a daze, her mouth was moving, but she couldn't hear what she said.
The pity stung Chuntao's Xin'er, she felt her nose sour, and she couldn't help but want to cry: "Queen, it's..." She wiped the corners of her eyes, "It's Concubine Zixuan! Lan'er is singing to her! Shall we still go in?"
Rong Changan's heart seemed to be blocked, and he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood.
"Is Zixuan okay?"
Chuntao replied in a hoarse voice: "I'm much thinner than before, my eyes are wide open, I don't seem to be interested in anything, and my face is much paler."
Rong Changan looked up at the blue-black sky, letting the rain fall on her face, tears and rain mixed together. After a while, she just said:
"Let's go back!"
"What? You're not going in to see Concubine Zixuan?"
Rong Changan took a step forward: "No, she is very quiet now, which is what I want to see the most. Turn around, you come to Lan'er and tell her if she needs anything, feel free to report to Fengming Palace."
"yes!"
Rong Chang'an braved the light rain, walked on the wet brick road, and walked under the tall red wall. Against the backdrop of this tall red wall, Rong Changan looked so lonely and helpless.
She now finally understood the meaning of the verse of the witch in the refugee camp. "Illusion is also true, life is floating, idiots talk about dreams of fleeting years", it is Ziyan's fate that he is talking about. She is now mentally disturbed, talking nonsense every day, not "idiots talking about dreams"! That witch is really accurate!
Rong Changan couldn't help but feel fear in his heart, and his delicate body trembled slightly. If the witch had calculated Zixuan's fate correctly, wouldn't the witch be right to calculate her fate? "Where does the phoenix go in Nirvana, the shadows are hidden in the ends of the earth", what does this sentence mean? What kind of fate does it herald for Rong Changan? The most important thing is "hidden shadows in the ends of the earth". Does it mean that she will wander around the world for the rest of her life, living a life of no fixed place, being chased and killed, and fearful
"Queen, I'll hold an umbrella for you!" Chuntao shouted.
Unexpectedly, Rong Changan said angrily: "No need! Let me shower for a while, sober up!"
Emotionally, Yan Li couldn't believe that Rong Changan was the one who assassinated Zixuan, but his rationality forced him to believe it. Especially the warning given by Sima Chun created a deep gap between him and Rong Changan.
He drinks every day to get drunk, hoping that he won't wake up after being drunk. He also began to indulge in sensuality, visiting this palace tonight, and visiting this palace tomorrow night. There are not many concubines in the palace, so he asked Eunuch Lu to search for women from good families, and all good-looking women, regardless of virtue, should be filled in the palace.
He once made an agreement with Rong Chang'an to help the country and the people, and the country's Chang'an, but now, both of them have fallen into the mire of power and conspiracy, and that goal of struggle has gradually disappeared in Yan Li's heart.
Another night of tenderness and beauty, Yan Li opened his eyes, and a fragrance that could soften the muscles and bones came to his nostrils like butterflies. This is a brand new fragrance, he has never come to this concubine before. He also couldn't remember the concubine's face last night. What remains in his mind is only the thrill of a mandarin duck's neck-to-neck relationship, and only the wanton venting of wasting sweat and dripping sweat.
When his sleepy eyes gradually cleared up, he saw a woman with a graceful back and a beaded head full of pearls blooming like a pear tree, sitting in front of the hazy bronze mirror, drawing crescent eyebrows. The small cherry mouth reflected in the mirror is like a cinnabar mark, which makes people want to go up and take a bite.
Yan Li was taken aback: "Fei'er, is it you? Why did I come to your Fengfei Palace last night?"