Sixty-eighth bowl of soup (1)
Just wait a little longer.
quickly.
will come.
Maybe…
No.
Not maybe.
it is tomorrow.
that person.
It will come tomorrow.
Just wait a little longer.
It will be fine in a while.
"Your Majesty, what are you looking at? We should go back, the Holy Majesty will be waiting in a hurry."
The imperial concubine woke up from the trance, and when she heard the words of the eldest lady Leng Shuang, she didn't move forward as usual, but looked at the Leng Gong not far away. It wasn't until Leng Shuang urged her again that she responded, "Let's go."
Arriving at the Jucui Palace where the noble concubine lived, Qiu Haishun, the chief eunuch, was already waiting anxiously outside the palace. When he saw the noble concubine, he hurried forward and said, "The imperial concubine is back. Your Majesty has been waiting for a stick of incense. Your empress, come in quickly."
The imperial concubine walked to the inner hall under the guidance of Qiu Haishun. She was born with a handsome lotus face, so she was very beautiful, but compared to her beauty, her temperament was more important. There are many beauties in the harem, but she is the only one who is favored by the emperor. This is related to her character and her identity.
The emperor was sitting on the couch, reading a book that was casually held by the imperial concubine's pillow. When he saw her coming, he greeted her, "Where did Su Su go? Let me wait a long time."
The imperial concubine didn't have a smile on her face, but when she saw him, her eyes were tactile and tactful, as if two streams of lake water had turned into her eye waves, with affectionate, complex and difficult to distinguish, secretive.
She said softly: "It's my concubine's fault for making the Holy Majesty wait, the Holy Majesty forgives the sin."
"How could I blame you?" The emperor chuckled and took the hand of the noble concubine. In the eyes of others, the noble concubine is really loved by three thousand people, which is enviable. Who in the entire harem doesn't envy her for being favored alone, the crown of the six palaces? "I'm just afraid that if you stay alone and lonely, the queen will come to trouble you again."
The imperial concubine raised her eyebrows and showed a moving smile: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern."
He took her to sit at the table, and the imperial concubine quietly watched his romantic and affectionate, gentle like water, but all this was an illusion. When the time came, all passion would turn into heartlessness, and all tenderness would turn into cruelty. This is what she saw with her own eyes and what she felt personally.
She stayed in that cold palace for thirteen years.
Every day, waiting for him to pick her up.
Every day, I believe in his vow to love her the most.
Every day, convince yourself to be quiet and obedient, not to be sad.
every day.
Thirteen years.
But how long does it take to turn into the mud at the bottom of the Wangchuan River
When I got to the table, I saw the pipa put on the table by the imperial concubine. The emperor had seen countless rare treasures, but he felt that the color of this pipa was extraordinarily clear and beautiful. How had he ever seen such a snow-white one? Can you get along with this pipa?"
The noble concubine said indifferently: "I didn't see anything when I cleaned the warehouse this morning. I thought it looked good, so I took it out."
The emperor laughed again: "Susu is the best at playing the pipa. From my perspective, this pipa is like jade, and it is not extraordinary. Only this kind of pipa is worthy of Susu's music."
The imperial concubine stretched out her fingers to rub the pipa lightly, and responded with a low voice. The emperor said it happily, but in fact he hated the joy of silk and bamboo the most. Because the first emperor indulged in sensuality, it led to the decline of the government. To the emperor, this was a symbol of the decline of a country.
But he told her he liked it.
Even likes and dislikes are false. He put on layers of hypocritical masks in front of her, and his deep affection and love were all illusions.
Before... why didn't I see it.
The imperial concubine was a little distracted, she pretended not to understand what the emperor wanted her to play, and put away the pipa. Her personality is usually gentle and graceful, so the emperor didn't notice anything wrong. She sat in front of the carved sandalwood table, and after a long while, she said to the emperor: "The concubine is not feeling well today, why should the majesty go somewhere else..."
"What are you talking about?" The slender fingertips were extremely warm, accompanied by the touching words, but the imperial concubine felt cold from the bottom of her heart. "I only have you in my heart, how can I go to someone else?"
Yeah? The imperial concubine asked from the bottom of her heart, what about your true love
She raised her head and looked into the eyes of the emperor. Such a man, the ninety-five-year-old, the real dragon emperor, was born handsome and handsome, and he was decisive and decisive. He was the most honorable person in the world, but he was only gentle and considerate to you. , What outsiders see will always be an unattainable image of an emperor. His incomparable sincerity only wants to touch your heart, and he puts Jiangshan behind him in order to make you smile.
Isn't it romantic? Is it... will fall involuntarily
So what if all this is a lie to you
The noble concubine's eyes were very strange, even the emperor who had already put on layers of masks couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. Her eyes were no longer the infatuated and lingering eyes of the past, but with scrutiny, as if she wanted to see into his soul from his appearance.
So sharp and sober.
After a long while, the noble concubine smiled: "The Holy Majesty treats my concubine so well, my concubine is really... flattered."
That's right, so good that I never forget to hate her. There are countless beauties in the harem, but he just dotes on her alone. It seems that he spends the night in her Jucui Palace every night, but in fact? Is the soothing soup she drinks every night really just soothing soup? Where did he go after she drank the soothing soup
With such a high-profile doting, but without protection for her, she will never be able to conceive again at a young age, and the first child she finally conceived was actually signaled by him... When she was in pain, he hugged her and comforted her softly , but without a trace of sincerity.
Could it be that behind his back he would also laugh at her for being so naive and stupid that she believed in the emperor's oath so much? And the person he loves, when they turned upside down day and night, who would have thought of her sleeping in Jucui Palace
But what did she do wrong? It's just that there is a wrong birthday horoscope, and she was selected by the national teacher as a concubine. The emperor feared that the national teacher would be powerful, so he pretended to be fascinated by her. To put it bluntly, she is just a chess piece that everyone plays with.
"Don't be sad, the future is long, and we will always have children." The emperor seemed to caress her flat belly gently. "I'm still waiting for you to give me a prince."
The imperial concubine smiled lowly: "Isn't there already a first prince?"
"Then how can it be counted, I just want to give element to my child."
What a ruthless liar.
The noble concubine thought of her own child, snuggled into the emperor's arms, and said softly, "Your Majesty, the imperial doctor said that when a concubine's child is lost, the five sense organs are already formed...do you know?"
The emperor froze all over, and comforted her in a soft voice, "That child is not destined for us, we will have another one, Susu, don't be sad, my heart hurts."
No, you won't be heartbroken.
The imperial concubine's eyes were light. When she came back, she had just "accidentally miscarried". The emperor was furious and killed many people with the stick. Coincidentally, most of the people killed with the stick were hidden nails placed in the palace by the national teacher. . From then on, the imperial concubine knew that the emperor's power was about to be grasped, and he was about to start to settle accounts.
No one can escape.
She had the chance to change all this, but she didn't. She didn't know why she didn't do it, she could save everything at that time—maybe she could really win the emperor's heart, maybe she could keep that undesired child, maybe...there were countless possibilities, but she didn't do anything .
She's alive now, in her own body, with her own memories, but she's still like a walking dead.
It's all very boring.
She has lived a lot of life in peace, and it should come to an end, and she should let the obsessive self at the bottom of the Wangchuan River take a closer look at how heartless the emperor really is.
Even if it's in her hand, it's not hers.
In the evening, the emperor still fed her soothing soup, spoonful by spoonful, with tenderness and sweetness. But the medicine inside was enough to make her lie down overnight without any consciousness. The imperial concubine could have refused, but she didn't. She just stared into the emperor's eyes, and just touched his hand, drinking the poison he fed one by one.
The poison fed by a loved one is as sweet as honey.
Her eyes were a little dazed, but also clear. The emperor didn't know why he felt guilty because of these eyes, and the imperial concubine leaned closer to his ear. She was always elegant and dignified, and rarely had such a frivolous and charming appearance. The tip of her fragrant and soft tongue lightly licked his earlobe, then extended it into the emperor's mouth, exchanged a seemingly affectionate kiss with him, and then suddenly smiled. "Your Majesty must always remember your concubines."
"It's natural, how could I forget you?" The emperor pinched her nose fondly, and outsiders would definitely be envious if they saw it.
"Yeah, I won't forget..." One year, two years, three years... ten years, thirteen years.
You will always forget.
But you said you would come to pick me up.
Why didn't you come in the end
The imperial concubine closed her eyes: "The concubine is tired and going to sleep."
"Sleep." The emperor's voice was low and sweet. "I'll be right here with you."
But he lied anyway.
After half a stick of incense, the emperor got up and went out after the imperial concubine had fallen asleep, dressed lightly, accompanied only by Qiu Haishun and two guards, and walked around the bustling palace all the way, stopping at a side hall close to the cold palace.
Then he walked in, the candles inside were glowing red, and then gradually calmed down, and the sounds of tenderness and love between men and women could be heard endlessly, accompanied by the lingering lingering closeness.
How beautiful and heart-warming. In order to protect his beloved, the Lord of the Ninth Five Years specially set up a target for her in the harem. All attacks, slanders and intrigues were directed at the target, and the beloved stayed in this small corner of the world until he eradicated the courtiers. He brought her by his side, gave her supreme glory, let her be favored and placed in the lower position. And that target spent the rest of his life in the cold palace.
It was... touching.
The history books will only record this long story. As for the person who was deceived and betrayed... Forget it, who cares about her
Nobody cares.