After a long period of darkness, a dazzling light flashed in front of Tang Zhuozhuo's eyes, she subconsciously closed her eyes, and then slowly opened them.
What caught the eye was the delicate and thin bed curtain, on which the pattern of jade leaf crabapple was thinly outlined with gold thread, and crabapple flowers sprinkled with beads and silver thread were embroidered all over the top. She just moved her fingers, when she heard a soft murmuring voice from a woman outside, as if she was asking for something, and she deliberately lowered her voice.
Tang Zhuozhuo sat up from the big pear flower wood bed, the fine brocade covering her body was slid down to her waist, she looked at the environment around her, and the more she looked, the more frightened she became.
The incense in the temple is the fruity smell she is used to smelling. When she inhales it into her nasal cavity, she feels a sweet taste even on the tip of her tongue.
The people outside probably heard the movement, and came in lightly after a while. Seeing that Tang Zhuozhao had woken up, he hurriedly pulled up the bed curtain, his delicate face was full of smiles: "Your Majesty is awake? Want to sleep a little longer?"
Tang Zhuozhao's gaze fell on her face, and he said in surprise, "An Xia?"
Perhaps her expression was too unusual, An Xia said with some concern: "Your servant is here, empress, do you want to call someone in to wash and change?"
Tang Zhuozhuo realized something was wrong as soon as she made a sound. Her voice was delicate and soft just now, but after three years of training, her voice had already become the sound of cracked copper and bones. In addition, An Xia, who was much younger in front of her, He was also wearing a fine palace dress.
She calmly suppressed the surprise in her eyes, and said with a tense voice, "Where is this?"
"Your Majesty, this is in Yiqiu Palace."
Tang Zhuozhao thought for a moment that she had listened to the left, she subconsciously held her breath, and the shock in her heart came out layer by layer like water foam.
An Xia saw that her expression was not right, so she wanted to ask a few words, but when she thought of the quarrel between the empress and the prince in the morning, she couldn't help feeling a little distressed.
Tang Zhuozhao subconsciously rubbed the sore brows with his hands, and found that his fingers were slender, delicate and white, like fine ice porcelain, and a wave of absurd thoughts suddenly rushed into his mind.
"What day is today?" She pursed her lips, a little nervous.
An Xia helped her up, "It's June 3rd in the sixteenth year of Qiongyuan, what's wrong with the empress? Do you want the servant to send the imperial doctor in?"
Her words made Tang Zhuozhuo's body stiff for a moment. The sixteenth year of Qiongyuan was the first year she entered the East Palace to marry Huo Qiu. There was a big fight, and there was another argument at dinner time, which completely annoyed him. She herself didn't bother to look at his face, and she didn't speak to him again for half a year.
But now, she has returned to such a sensitive time...
Tang Zhuozhao was at a loss for a moment, she shook her head towards An Xia, "You go down first, I... I will lie down later."
An Xia didn't dare to disobey her, so she had to put down the bed curtain again before going out to guard her.
Tang Zhuozhao looked around the huge palace for a while, his green fingertips turned white from the shock in his heart.
She walked to a bronze mirror inlaid with gold and jade. This bronze mirror was polished extremely brightly. It was a thing from the Western Regions. There were only three sides in total. Two sides were in the palace, and one side was left in her Yiqiu Palace. .
The person in the mirror has long hair loose like a waterfall, a pair of apricot eyes containing the stars at night, and a moon-white blouse embroidered with silver thread, which is both noble and spiritual. Cheek, thinking of the ridiculous ending in the previous life again, pursed his lips.
Tang Zhuozhuo got up, and didn't take a long time to call someone softly. It was An Xia and An Zhi who came in. The two of them followed him into the palace from the Tang residence, but An Zhi in the previous life was not honest.
She had only been in the cold palace for a few days, and An Zhi sent some money to serve in a nearby palace. In the next few years, Tang Zhuozhuo never saw her again.
The interior of the hall is filled with the fragrance of Lingling, which is neither too strong nor too weak to make people feel comfortable. Tang Zhuozhuo sees the bright sunlight outside through the simple window panes.
An Xia waited on her for lunch, seeing that she didn't speak and was not as agile as before, she thought that she was upset because she had quarreled with the crown prince, so she hurriedly comforted her: "Your Majesty, Your Highness cares about you too much. Don't take it to heart if you are angry."
Thinking of the antique utensils that were broken all over the ground in the morning, An Xia was afraid that his master would add fuel to the flames by chanting about Wang Yi again.
Tang Zhuozhao's eyes fell on An Xia's face. After a while, he smiled slightly and said, "I know."
It should be agreed, but no one knows how much she listened to.
At this time, An Xia was still the same as in the previous life, every time she was upset because of the quarrels between her and Huo Qiu, after persuasion and persuasion, she repeatedly scolded her, and as time passed, she stopped talking.
Compared to An Xia, An Zhi is more obedient. She does what she says, never says too much, and is well versed in the principle of being wise and protecting herself.
But if she did it all over again, she would not dare to put An Zhi by her side and entrust her with reuse.
Thinking of the month when she was with Emperor Chongjian in her previous life, she felt a little sore on the tip of her nose, and thinking of Wang Yi's villainous face when she heard the news of her death, she felt itchy with hatred. I fell asleep on the agarwood carved Arhat bed.
When I opened my eyes again, the sky had already turned blue-black, the endless silence of the night enveloped the entire palace, and the darkness was lurking close like a ferocious ghost.
Tang Zhuozhuo was helped back to the inner hall, wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, feeling a little tired, An Xia waited for her to change her clothes, and said: "Your Majesty, it's time to eat."
Looking at the large table of vegetables and food on the table, Tang Zhuozhuo cleaned his hands and sat on the soft stool, but he didn't move his chopsticks for a long time.
The palace maids waited aside to watch her face, but Tang Zhuozhuo remembered that today in the previous life, Huo Qiu came again at night.
Come to tell her the news that Wang Yi intends to marry the second daughter of Ningyuan Hou.
It's just how can she believe it
She just didn't want to say a word to him.
It was this time that he was furious and completely chilled her. From then on, she, the princess, existed in name only, but just like that, after he ascended the throne, the position of queen was still left to her.
Thinking of this, Tang Zhuozhuo pursed his lips, his eyes slowly dimmed.
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside, and when they reached the inner hall, only the man's steady footsteps remained. Through a pearl curtain, Tang Zhuozhuo could only see the man's bright yellow python robe and the white jade plaque on his waist .
From such a long distance, Tang Zhuozhuo seemed to be able to smell the faint smell of mint leaves on his body, as clear as a cold moon.
The maids and eunuchs in the palace knelt down on the ground, before she could recover, she already knelt down on her own: "My concubine, Your Highness please be well."
The woman's voice was soft and delicate, and the candlelight lightly sprinkled on her delicate side face, showing a sense of furry warmth, which was completely different from her paranoid appearance in the past. Huo Qiu paused, naturally clenched her big palm hanging on the side of her clothes, and then let it go quietly.
Huo Qiu's eyes were deep and deep, and his emotions were surging and he seemed to be hiding a thunderstorm. He focused slightly, took a step back calmly, and said in a cold voice: "Get up."
Tang Zhuozhuo noticed the indifference in his words, his heart froze, and he stood up with his usual expression.
Huo Qiu's sharp eyes slid past her and landed on the dishes on the table, "Are you eating?"
Tang Zhuozhao followed his gaze, and the steam from the freshly served dish formed a white mist in front of her eyes, and she couldn't see Huo Qiu's face clearly.
"The meal has just been delivered, and the chopsticks have not been moved yet. Do you want to join me, Your Highness?"
Huo Qiu was taken aback for a moment when he met her open eyes, then he looked away and pursed his lips.
Seeing his master's expression, Zhang Desheng, who had been following him like a wooden man, hurriedly said with a smile: "Your Majesty, Your Highness just came from the study..."
The implication is to stay here for dinner.
Tang Zhuozhuo's palms were a little wet, and he ordered the maid to serve another pair of bowls and chopsticks. The man had a strong sense of presence, she turned her head towards An Xia and said, "Ask the small kitchen to cook more dishes that His Royal Highness likes to eat."
Huo Qiu Jiacai's movements paused, the surprise in his eyes flashed, and then he was covered by the frost between his brows.
Dajin Chaoyang pays attention to eating without talking or sleeping, so this meal was eaten very quietly. Tang Zhuozhuo ate so much leftovers from the cold palace in his previous life that he could feel some bitterness in his mouth now. As soon as I tasted the delicious dishes, even my eyes brightened a bit.
She was a glutton.
After Huo Qiu finished eating, he wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and his eyes fell on the woman not far away.
She has always eaten delicately, with a little soup on her cherry lips, it became very pink and juicy, her bony little hand held the white jade spoon, and sent it to her mouth in small bites, Huo Qiu's eyes suddenly burst out A faint smile.
Tang Zhuozhao naturally felt the man's scorching gaze, and was momentarily at a loss.
Wait a minute... How do I explain this morning
The future Emperor Chongjian is not easy to fool.
The author has something to say: This heroine has a very rigid personality, completely different from Wenliang, and she is always in the air every day, I hope she won't be scolded. (Amitabha)