Who knows what it feels like to regret.
Who knows the taste of lovesickness.
Who knows the feeling of regret in lovesickness.
Just as the wind slowly cools in this long night, passing through the palm like ice silk, walking silently from the other end of the memory like the past, wearing a blue mask, a pair of dark pupils without whites, so coldly touching I stared at you face to face, took a glance, and my heart cracked with a "click".
Ten years but a dream.
In a dream, I hate the palace and the soul is broken, and the trees are green every year.
Ten years of bleakness in a dream, like clear lakes and swallows going to Wu Pavilion to nest.
In a dream, the old things of the Six Dynasties are like running water, but the cold smoke and decaying grass turn green. In a dream, the old travels are nowhere to be found, and there is nowhere to be found, only the heart of a young man.
It turned out to be a dream.
He slowly turned the wine cup in his hand, and on top of the tall tree, he paid respects to the higher moon.
The moonlight is cool, like the wine in this glass is cold, and it is like her eyes at that moment.
Drinking this glass of wine with that look in his eyes turned him into a bitter wine, so bitter that he had never tasted it in his life.
Fourteen years ago, he also tasted that taste.
That year he broke his promise and ruined his promise, but he lost his little girl.
That year he met her in a dark cabinet.
That year he was looking for the little jade lotus under the mattress.
That year he heard her say that she was the most noble princess born in Hanlian.
That year when he met her gaze, she gave him a smile that was full of adult vicissitudes and shocked him even though tears were blurred.
That year, he put her on his lap and combed her tangled hair that hadn't been combed for five years. The fine hair was left unattended, and it was full of mess. He slowly trimmed the messy hair, feeling like The luxuriant grass grew.
That year he held her in his arms and wrapped her in a thick cloak. The five-year-old looked like a three-year-old and was as light as a one-year-old. Holding her was like holding a kitten, extremely quiet and well-behaved. .
He originally planned to take her away that year, but he suddenly heard the voice of his uncle.
A voice transmission from the uncle in the palace asked him to go over, and when he saw Yu Heng, he put her back, and was going to take her away after seeing Yu Heng.
Halfway through the walk, he saw an eight-year-old girl rushing over, with a joyful and eager look on his face. He vaguely heard that the princess was very interested in him. He once specially sent an envoy to visit Wuji to send greetings. He was not sensitive to such greetings. And at that age, he was still a young man, so he really respected and thanked Bumin. He didn't know how to be indirect and flattering.
He hid behind the palace wall and listened to his uncle and Yuheng talking.
The uncle seemed a little upset, and his tone was not pleasant.
"Look at that senior brother of mine, troublesome temperament can never be cured, and he takes the world's righteous way as his duty all day long. There are so many evil spirits in this world, how can they eliminate them all by themselves? No, sit tight , suddenly said that the demon girl descended from the sky disturbed the balance of the world and had to get rid of it, and said that I was traveling in the rivers and lakes, so it happened to be solved." The uncle tapped his finger on the table and clicked his tongue repeatedly, "Joke, there are so many people, where can I find one?" Big living?"
In the room, Yuheng was also laughing: "Is there anything you can't solve? Apart from your senior brother and the group of elders in your sect, who else in this world can't be solved by you? Besides, since your senior brother has this order, he must have said it." Who's it?"
"Hey—" the uncle snorted, "I gave an approximate birthday, and said that most of the girls were born with visions, but I have been searching the world for five years, and I have never heard of anyone who was born. With a vision, and the birth date—the girl is raised in the boudoir, where can I ask someone's birth date?"
"What birth date?" Yuheng seemed to be drinking tea in a leisurely manner, and asked after a long time: "I will help you find out if I have a chance."
The uncle said.
He was startled.
That date of birth was only one day away from hers, and she... Hanlian was born.
Is it her? Is it her
It's her, it's her.
Her eyes are so strange, she is only a five-year-old child, but her eyes are full of almost thorough understanding and sadness of this world and life. A five-year-old child knows pain, but may not understand such a heavy sadness.
The five-year-old child was locked in a cabinet, covered with bedsores, yellow, thin, and deformed. Most likely, she was disabled and mentally handicapped. However, she spoke clearly and quickly, and even had a little humor and weird words.
She is no ordinary child.
His heart sank—at first he thought about taking her away, and if he had the chance, he would ask his master to accept her as his apprentice, and give her a stable, strong and bright life that no one would dare to bully her, but now it seems that , can't.
He still has to go back to the teacher's school with his uncle, and sooner or later he will be discovered by his uncle with him. Everyone in his teacher's school has great supernatural powers. The little girl will never be able to hide from the uncle, let alone the master who is psychic. respect.
He hesitated for a moment, turned around, and wanted to send her out of the palace before the uncle came out, and find a way to find someone to foster her, and then pick her up after returning from the teacher's gate.
However, just as he turned around, the uncle floated out, greeted him, and left.
He had no choice but to leave with his uncle. Along the way, he forced himself not to look back, but he always seemed to hear her calling for help from the window in a trance, and heard her pleading for help and crying from nowhere. In the illusion, his face was pale and tortured. The uncle found out, and made fun of him for being afraid that Princess Xuanji would be so afraid. He was afraid that the uncle would find out, so he had to hold back and forced a smile.
That night, the uncle took him to practice martial arts and talk about martial arts. This was also a routine homework before. No effect.
There is no way, the uncle is too powerful, he is not thirteen years old, he can handle it, even now, he can't.
It wasn't until the third day that he found a chance to leave his uncle and ran all the way back to Xuanji Palace.
He is late.
When people go to the house, the cabinet is empty, not only the house, but the whole palace is empty.
What made him even more chilled was that there was a thick and lingering smell of blood wafting through the room. He even found blackened blood stains everywhere in the cracks of the washed underground bricks, and there were even tiny traces of blood everywhere. At first glance, there was nothing special about that bed, but the color seemed to have changed, from white to black, exuding a strong fishy smell.
How much blood does it take to completely stain a bed
He stood there, standing in the moonlight of the autumn night like water, at that moment, from head to toe, it was icy cold.
Who suffered the worst torture in the world? Who found the girl hiding in the closet? Whoever dies on this bed will be covered in blood and flesh. Who knows what the five-year-old child will face in these three days
He couldn't even find anyone to ask - most of the people in Concubine Ying's palace were dead, and even Concubine Ying was said to have "died suddenly", so he didn't have much time to investigate, he had to rush back to his uncle .
He ran all the way when he came, and staggered when he left. Her life and death were unknown, and his broken promises were like an iron chain, firmly locked in his heart, and he never let it go.
Later, he tried to propose marriage to Xuanji—he held on to the hope that what if Fengxuan found her? When Fengxuan finds her, she will have a way out. No matter how fierce a tiger is, maybe her mother will be killed, maybe Yingfei will be angered, but as a princess, she is of royal blood no matter how domineering Empress Xuanji will be. He also couldn't kill Feng Xuan's daughter in front of him.
He asked to marry "His Majesty Xuanji's youngest, the daughter born of Hanlian."
He didn't know her name, and he also knew that she didn't have a name, so he could only describe it like this.
There was an answer from the other side soon, and Emperor Xuanji readily agreed. When he got the news, he was overjoyed, thinking that she was indeed saved by Feng Xuan, but when the two sides exchanged Geng Tie, he knew that someone had replaced her.
The Geng post was Feng Jingfan, and the horoscope of her birth date was wrong. At this time, the legend of Feng Jingfan and Hanlian's birth began to spread in Wuzhou Continent, but no one seemed to have thought about why it was only when Feng Jingfan was eight years old that she was born. Hanlian was born
As for the name Feng Jingfan, if he remembered correctly, when the little princess sent an envoy to see him, it said "Feng Jingfan bows his head."
Just one letter difference, in order to get closer to Buddha Lotus, she even changed her name.
And when the world hears those rumors, they often don't think too much about them. After passing down year after year, Feng Jingfan was really born in Hanlian. date.
But he remembers, but he knows.
He insisted on retiring the engagement.
For this reason, he went to Xuanji, and Fengxuan even took out Xuanji's picture in order to save the marriage. Once he took this picture, he was even more sure that Feng Jingfan had seen the child.
If you haven't seen it, how can you know the content of the Xuanji map
Since she had seen it before, she was the biggest suspect in the tragedy. He used a mind-controlling technique on her for this. Back then, his skill was not proficient, but he managed to figure out what happened that night.
Sure enough, it was Feng Jingfan who told the secret, the queen was furious, and immediately ordered people to torture Xu Wan, and deal with Feng Wuming.
Feng Jingfan's memory was blurred when Xu Wan was tortured - at such a young age, she saw such a tragic scene, even if she was not talented, she couldn't bear it, so she instinctively avoided it.
However, he was staggered by the word "handling", and he was unable to speak for a long time while holding on to the tree.
At that moment, he stared at Feng Jingfan with a blank face, and saw the vicious coldness inherited from Empress Xuanji on the face of this little girl. This child, who killed another child, was so young that he was vicious, and even tried to deceive him. Is there any reason to keep it
He stretched out his hand—but was stopped by Yuheng.
Yuheng has always been the patron saint of their mother and daughter, and has lived in seclusion in Xuanji Palace all year round, and has never left Xuanji for many years.
Just because he was still a young man, he had no way to kill the person he wanted to kill, no way to go further to investigate the truth of that night in the Xuanji Palace, that powerful man who was loyal to the femme fatale woman was Heng There was an unshakable protective wall in front of them, neither Feng Xuan nor he could cross it at that time.
He left silently, there are other ways to lose by force, at least he can get rid of that fake lotus.
He exhausted all means and finally divorced. As for Xuanji's royal family's secret request, he didn't care. Anyway, no matter what, Feng Jingfan would never be his wife.
But that little girl, he intuitively believed that she was not dead.
He didn't believe that she would die. That peculiar woman with bright and desolate eyes, who had not changed her nature after five years of the darkest years, must have a mission for her to be born, and she shouldn't be silently solved by fate. , in exchange for an early death.
He wants to find her, and then let her decide whether to take revenge. He wants to leave those people to her to take revenge with her own hands. If she can't find Feng Wuming in this life, he will help her solve them before they die.
Later, he was lazy in politics, and when he had time, he would travel in low clothes, hoping to have the opportunity to meet the child with vicissitudes of life in his memory.
Then that night of that year, the sky and earth were cool on Xuanyuan Mountain in Taiyuan, and the pine waves burst under the moonlight. He danced his sword in the moonlight, and suddenly looked back to see the woman who was pushed off the cliff, slowly rising from the bottom of the cliff.
He saw the girl's eyes, sharp and cool, with a tempered vicissitudes that did not belong to that age.
Such vicissitudes, so subtle yet so deep, are so incongruous on that young and tender face—just like the five-year-old child many years ago, with his five-year-old face, conveying the sadness of his twenties.
His heart ached slightly at that moment, because of the instantly overlapping eyes deeply hidden in his memory.
So he made an exception and approached her—since Feng Jingfan, he was actually very reluctant to approach women.
Get close to her, know her, know her, touch her, touch her, fall in love with her.
In those days, she came here from the distant age of five, and gradually matched his memory bit by bit. She has undergone too many changes, her body, appearance, spirit, and even her bones have been completely reborn. Changes, the courage to persevere in the dark years remains the same, the perseverance to maintain a strong heart in adversity at all times remains the same, and the unnatural embarrassment and loss after encountering tenderness and banter remain the same.
However, since then he has understood what it means to worry about gains and losses.
She lost her memory before she was five years old, and he was both happy and worried about it. He was happy because of such a sad past. It didn’t matter if he didn’t remember it, forget the suffering, forget his broken promises, and still keep a complete heart. She is smooth and has never been severely hurt by the harsh knife of the world; what is worrying is that any memory blockade actually has a time limit, and once she remembers it one day, how will she face it? And once she remembered, how would he face her
He said to himself countless times—don't tell her, don't tell her, because he always thinks her happiness is more important than revenge. However, he also asked himself countless times in his heart, is this really the case? Instead of being afraid of the moment the truth is revealed, she who was unwilling to approach love will retreat further, and will feel cold because she has not been rescued by him in such a desperate situation, thus drawing an insurmountable bond with him. gap
He is the eldest grandson Wuji, the world says that he is a wise man, and he has overturned the situation every step of the way in his life. The world says that he can't make mistakes, can't make mistakes, can't make mistakes, and is always meticulous and rigorous. In this life, miss once.
Once is an eternal sin.
The moment he saw the second painting drawn by Lao Lu, he suddenly felt cold all over.
Fall into the coldest ice cave in the world.
Little Feng Wuming lied to him, he knew, but he really didn't know that what she was facing was such a cruel bullying.
In that painting, behind the curtain is the cabinet, he knows, and the eunuch's movements... He, who was born in the royal family, also understands.
Understand what she went through back then.
Five years... 1,800 days and nights, she spent it like that, not only hunger, bed sores, cold, heat, darkness without daylight, and daily bondage, but also this pain that surpassed all tortures. Mental torture.
But he, at such a moment, left her behind after giving her the hope of freedom that he was looking forward to, leaving her to suffer again, continue to face the insults of the old way, and face the cruelest ending in the world.
She was left crying in the dark, calling for help in the dark, facing the tragic death of her biological mother in the dark, and no one answered forever.
How embarrassing.
… he was wrong.
He should have gone back at that time, even if he lied to his uncle, even if he offended the master, even if he took the risk of facing the master's pursuit, he should take her away. , It shouldn't matter if you wait a few more days.
Fate waits for no one.
Big mistake finally made.
What's more, Fuyao's experience is largely related to him. If it wasn't for the uncle passing by the Xuanji Palace and suddenly going to visit Yuheng, if he didn't wander around and meet her because he couldn't bear to wait, if he hadn't appeared and attracted Feng Jingfan to follow him instead. Finally, Fuyao will not be found.
Maybe in the days to come, even if he wasn't discovered that time, the growing Fuyao would be found out sooner or later, and he would suffer such a fate, but no matter what, that night was his unintentional nightmare-like consequences.
Because of such consequences, he bears a heavy guilt, and wants to make up for her even more, but no matter how much he makes up for after the incident, it will be difficult to bridge the huge gap of pain.
Sometimes I think, wipe away the people and things in the past, and silently solve all the people related to that year. She will never have the chance to know the truth in this life, but she knows that he has no right to be so selfish.
"Broken Nine Heavens" requires the most painful physical and spiritual trials in the world, and only by passing through those trials safely can it be possible to truly reach the peak. The pain of life experience is a blow to Fuyao's bones, but it is also a once-in-a-lifetime He has no right to kill such a precious opportunity.
Even leaving such an opportunity means not giving him a chance.
For the arrival of this day, he kept forging Fuyao's muscles and bones, enriching Fuyao's true strength, and repairing Fuyao's meridians, because he was afraid that if Fuyao was not strong enough, he would not be able to control Fuyao when the blow came and was on the verge of improvement, and he would go crazy, which would actually harm her. .
Today's Fuyao is already capable of controlling it, he believes it, and no longer worries about it.
As for himself...
Changsun Wuji smiled, the smile was as transparent and thin as a broken piece of jade white thin porcelain, he raised his hand and covered his eyes as if he felt the moonlight was dazzling.
The jade-white lotus flower in the palm of his hand was clearly distinct and lifelike in the light and shadow of the moonlight. He watched it with ecstasy, his eyes floating and sinking, in the cracks of time.
"Wuji, the lotus imprint on your palm has been there since birth, and it is getting deeper and deeper. Does it mean that your future wife is a jade lotus flower?" At the age of three or four, he sat on his father's lap and flipped through his father's memorial. Hearing his father nagging about his lotus flower for the ten thousandth time, he changed the reply on the memorial.
"Come on tomorrow and find a lotus-like woman for you all over the world." The emperor hugged him and smiled leisurely, with a look of delighted fascination, "What kind of lotus is worthy of my Wuji?"
He turned his head and said clearly: "Whether it's a lotus or not, you have to be a good woman first."
The father's eyes widened, as if he couldn't think that his three or four-year-old son would talk to him about a good woman, so he couldn't help laughing and asked, "What kind of woman does Wuji think is a good woman?"
He turned around and continued to change the memorial that he didn't like: "I will hug me and cry for me."
The father behind him was silent, and he was also silent, pursing his lips and saying nothing—even though there were ten thousand hugs from his father, he who had never had a hug from his mother still felt cold and empty.
Many childhood memories are very clear to him, especially this dialogue, which often stirs up in his heart, and every time he passes by, he can't help but smile bitterly—what a simple request, but to him How difficult.
For thirteen years, no one really approached him. The world said that he was a genius, a cunning mind, and dared not approach him.
Until the age of thirteen.
The first time I met her, because he felt pity for her, he treated her with rare warmth, so he didn't think much about it at the time, but when he combed her hair, she looked back at him, and the look in her eyes at that moment shocked him.
At that moment, a word suddenly floated in my heart—she was crying for me.
Because of understanding, because of sympathy, because of the same deep loneliness, because of knowing the bitter heart under the appearance of the prematurely mature little boy Guanghua.
At that moment, she gave him what no one closest to him had ever given him.
And when the little lotus flower was held in his palm, he made up his mind almost immediately.
She is his lotus flower.
So there was Xuanjitu, and he signed his life to her lightly and skillfully but without hesitation.
It's just that now, she might not be willing to ask for it, right
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled lightly, and poured a thousand cups of wine under the cool moonlight.
Drink from the moon to the darkest dawn, drink from the darkest dawn to the first dawn of the sky, the most powerful wine jars in a catty are piled up from the tree to the tree, and the fragrance of wine is wafting all over the yard.
He controls himself all his life, stays alert all his life, and stays drunk all his life, but as long as he is a human being, how can he not be drunk? Just as as long as you are a human being, you cannot always be good.
What's more, the wine enters the heart like mercury, devouring the soul and piercing the intestines.
The more he drank, the heavier he became, and the more he drank, the more liquid he poured out. He only drank half of the last jug of wine. Suddenly, with a flick of his sleeve, he smashed the wine jar obliquely, hitting the wall below, with a bang There was a loud shattering sound.
Then he fell back and fell from the tree.
He is drunk!
This night someone was exceptionally drunk, and this night someone was silent and sober.
Meng Fuyao sat upright in the dark room, her things were strewn all over the floor and she was not cleared away, she was calm in the coldness of her arms.
In fact, she has never really wanted to rely on anyone, and she has never really had warm expectations for this cold world. The reality is cold, and she knows better than anyone else that she has been a human being in two lives. It will not be destroyed, but when such a fact really comes before my eyes, I still can't restrain myself from feeling cold.
It turns out that people may not believe in warmth, but they still yearn for warmth involuntarily, just like moths knowing the end of fighting a fire, but still cannot eliminate the inherent nature of yearning for light in the blood.
Brightness... Meng Fuyao sneered, except for being a luminous body, no one can give you light.
She closed her eyes and adjusted her breath silently. Since she could not rely on anything, she had to rely on herself. She had to be strong, stronger than the strong, in order to leave this damn gorgeous but ice-like world, and find her humble home in her previous life. But the warmth in the simple candlelight.
As for those entangled pasts, those faults that belonged to Changsun Wuji and Zong Yue, she felt that she had no right to pursue them. Maybe they owed her, but the wholehearted support these years was enough to make up for it.
She can't forget resentment, but also remembers kindness.
Without Changsun Wuji and Zong Yue, there would be no Meng Fuyao today. Even if Changsun Wuji saved her back then, who knows what her future fate will be like? Life goes round and round, and the wall erected in her life has always been there. If she is not allowed to change the direction, she will be bloody in another way.
What is the worst? Without comparison, who would have known that the ending would have been the worst? She, Meng Fuyao, kept saying that my fate is up to me, but in fact, fate has always been in the hands of God, right
That being the case, why blame others
Thinking of this, the chill in my heart that was filled with ice cubes in my stomach dissipated a little, and I couldn't help but listen to the movement. The two people were very quiet, one went back to the room silently, and the other went to nowhere. He faintly smelled the aroma of wine, and was a little surprised—Changsun Wuji took the initiative to drink
After a while, there was a faint sound of "plop" in the front yard. When she heard it, the brows twitched.
Mr. Yuan Bao, who was in the dilemma of wanting to run out to comfort his master and stay behind to comfort Meng Fuyao on the table, all the hairs on his body stood on end when he heard this sound, and there was a "crack", It was a precarious split, but now it split into a split.
Meng Fuyao looked at Master Yuan Bao, and Master Yuan Bao looked at Meng Fuyao, four slightly moist black eyeballs met, and the latter showed a begging look—the last time he pretended to be the eldest grandson Wuji and caused trouble, Master Yuan Bao also begged for mercy, It turned out to be a burger.
Meng Fuyao kept silent, and pushed Mr. Yuan Bao away with his fingers.
Master Yuan Bao took advantage of the situation and hugged her finger - just now Meng Fuyao didn't let it touch her at all - making a gesture of pulling it out.
Naturally it can't be pulled, but it's just to express a meaning, Meng Fuyao didn't move, let it pull, but suddenly said softly: "Hey, your brain is really hard to use, we don't have a good relationship, you can just take advantage of it. "
Master Yuan Bao immediately turned his head "swish", puffed up his big black eyes, and glared fiercely at Meng Fuyao - taking advantage of the emptiness is not this multiplication method, is it so easy for my master to be taken advantage of by others? We advocate fair competition and do not advocate playing tricks!
What's more... It sweeps its short tail in frustration. Compared with the mood of its master, its love can take a step back.
Meng Fuyao sighed, pushed it away gently, and motioned for it to go by itself, Master Yuan Bao was disconsolate, hunched over the moonlight, leaving a dejected back.
It went there and didn't come back, Meng Fuyao adjusted his breath for a while, opened his eyes to look, he was a bit puzzled, thought about it and didn't move; adjusted his breath for a while, opened his eyes to look, frowned, but still didn't move; until a big After Zhou Tian finished running, she looked at the empty desktop and heard that there was no movement in the front yard, so she finally got out of bed.
She pushed open the door, there was no sound around, Zong Yue's room could not even hear the sound of breathing, after thinking about it, she called Tie Cheng, pointed to Zong Yue, Tie Cheng knew it, and Meng Fuyao stood there At the door, with a sigh, go out.
When passing by the front yard, he saw wine jars all over the floor, his grandson Wuji sitting cross-legged under the tree, and Master Yuan Bao silently guarding the side, when he saw her coming over and excitedly wanted to pull her, Meng Fuyao walked over quickly without saying a word.
Master Yuan Bao froze in the middle of the road, watching Meng Fu shake his head and leave without looking back, with his paws in his mouth, he looked back at Changsun Wuji, Changsun Wuji slowly opened his eyes, looked at Meng Fuyao's back with a calm expression, and hugged it back .
He gently stroked Mr. Yuan Bao, quietly raised his head to look at the floating clouds in the sky, while Mr. Yuan Bao buried his head in his arms silently.
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Meng Fuyao quietly went to the Ninth Emperor's Mansion.
When the matter got to this point, it was no longer that she could just leave it aside if she wanted to. Even though she did not think of the Feng family for the rest of her life, the enmity that belonged to her and the Feng family must be avenged.
The biggest obstacle in the Xuanji Palace is Yuheng, and to get rid of Yuheng, the only way to get rid of the queen is first.
But with Yuheng's tight method of protecting the queen, unless she is allowed to go out of the palace alone, there is no loophole to take advantage of.
In this chaotic situation, how could the empress leave the palace
There is no opportunity to create opportunities, this is Meng Fuyao's good tactic.
That day she had a long discussion with the Ninth Emperor, and when she came back, she received a letter from Zhan Beiye Feige: "Do you need to send troops?"
Meng Fuyao pondered for a long time, then signaled Ji Yu to reply: "Let's watch."
She and her eldest grandson Wuji Zongyue still live under the same roof. Zongyue seems to be very busy, and he did not forget to see him under Xuanji's subordinates while recuperating from his injuries. Although Zongyue's Guangde halls are all over the five continents, they are the earliest in Xuanji The most powerful one, after so many years of operation, can be said to be heard and heard, Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji got a lot of help when they came all the way from the northern border.
Zong Yue seemed to have gone out once, propping up his wounded body, and when he came back he looked even more haggard, but he handed Meng Fuyao a letter that night, after Meng Fuyao read the letter, he was silent for a long time, thinking about what was going on, the relationship was so close A few people suddenly returned to the original point, and now they live next door and have to write a book. They couldn't help but smile with the corners of their mouths up. Halfway through the smile, the taste changed again, astringent and bitter.
The eldest grandson Wuji was also very silent, almost shutting himself out. Both he and Zong Yue seemed to want to leave time for her to think things through, or were they hurting themselves? But Meng Fuyao knew that he would not do nothing. The three of them were not the type who would lie down on the bed and complain about others when they were hit by something. They were springs with thorns. When pressed down, they would pop out brightly sooner or later. .
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After a few days, both the Ninth and Tenth Emperors suddenly fell ill.
One is the youngest daughter of Concubine Rong, and the other is the eldest daughter of the Empress. Both are noble princesses of the Xuanji Dynasty, but they have never met each other. When I was on the road, I suddenly had a headache. I happened to run into the car of the tenth emperor's daughter. She was a sister after all. Naturally, the tenth emperor's daughter wanted to ask some questions, so she asked a few words through the curtain. She was very careful and didn't even enter the car. Not wanting to go back home, he lay down.
The symptoms of the two were similar, both of them were flushed when they couldn't drink water, and they lied in the middle of the night as if they were seeing ghosts and gods.
The queen immediately dismissed it as nonsense, the majestic royal golden branches and jade leaves are the most majestic, bright, ghosts and gods to avoid, how can they be bewitched by evil spirits
Saying this, my confidence is a bit weak-Jing'an Temple is an imperial temple, located in the southwest corner of the imperial palace wall, when returning to the residence of the emperor's daughters from Jing'an Temple, you have to pass through the southwest of the imperial city, and there has always been the sinful palace in the old days. Where there are people, there is nothing else, and the dead are the most.
Which palace doesn't have the ghosts of the deceased hovering under the heavy verandahs? What's more, Xuanji Palace? What's more, Queen Xuanji under the rule of Queen Xuanji? Compared with other countries, Xuanji is not considered a big country in terms of national strength, territory, but compared to the people who died in the harem—it is definitely the number one.
If you kill too many people, you always have to feel guilty. What's more, Empress Xuanji, who is the number one killer in the harem, has become more and more affected by fatalism as she grows older. In the past, Empress Xuanji dismissed eating fast and reciting Buddha's name, but now she occasionally fasts. When the diagnosis was brought to the palace, she really cared about it.
She intends to bring her daughter into the palace, but this kind of evil is the most taboo in the palace, not to mention she is also guilty and afraid.
Seeing Concubine Rong crying and running to the Ninth Emperor's Mansion every day, leaving the palace with a bunch of rare medicines in the morning, and returning with two red and swollen eyes in the evening, Empress Xuanji gradually couldn't sit still.
She wanted to leave the palace several times, but Yuheng disagreed, and told her very clearly - if you go to the princess mansion, it will be difficult for me to protect you. After all, I should not go in your women's inner room. The location is very particular, it is a place of "Phoenix diving", it is very good for women, but I have some taboos for this kind of extreme yang boy kung fu that I practice.
His attitude was firm. Empress Xuanji said it a few times, thinking that it was really not safe outside, so let it go, she didn't actually think too much about the bad - isn't the Ninth Emperor daughter also dying of illness? Is it okay for Concubine Rong to come and go every day in such a chaotic capital? It may not be such a coincidence, it's coming for her.
At this time, it has entered April, and it is only a few days before the new emperor succeeds to the throne. The confrontation between the three armies in Tongcheng has not yet been resolved. Except for the purple cloak and iron guards, the real military power is not bold enough to dare to act like this. After all, no matter who Raise the anti-flag first, and it will definitely attract a group of people to attack. It will be the first unlucky one. Everyone is waiting for His Majesty's will, waiting for the new emperor to succeed to the throne, or forcefully suppress Xuanji's chaos, or be defeated. This chaos is strongly suppressed.
The stalemate in Xuanji's capital is waiting for a "change".
And this "change" is currently in whose hands, no one knows.
On the second day of April, light rain.
Empress Xuanji woke up early in the morning, through the half-rolled curtain of the maid, looking out of the window, the spring rain is like oil, and the flowers and trees are green and moist. Feeling empty in my heart, I suddenly remembered that autumn many years ago, in that small dark room, that woman was tied to the bed. When she scolded her for shamelessly seducing His Majesty, the woman tried to raise her head and let out a heart-piercing moan. curse.
"Evil woman—one day you too will die in shame!"
She thought of this sentence, she thought of the woman whose bones were exposed under the oil lamp that miserable night, she remembered that she no longer had the whites of her eyes, only her painful black eyes were left, and those almost bewitching eyes were in the dim yellow and blood-red light. He stared at her tightly until he died, and never closed it again.
She suddenly shivered.
Then she heard crying.
A large group of people rushed over and over in panic, hugged Concubine Rong, who had no time to wash and her makeup was off, and entered her palace noisily. She was irritated by hearing this, and couldn't help rushing to the corridor to shout angrily: "What are you shouting about? What a shame! "
"Empress—" Concubine Rong didn't even kneel, she stood there with snot and tears, "My Ninger is dying, I'm going to save her today..."
"How can you save me?" The queen heard it funny, and squinted at her, "Use your supernatural medical skills?"
"A mage who understands the mystery has come to do the magic for Ning'er, but the relatives of the mother's family are required to stay alone all day and night." Concubine Rong seemed to have not heard her sarcasm, and said firmly, "Concubine can't go back to the palace tonight, please Empress agrees."
"Oh?" The queen's heart was moved, and she was determined not to allow her to go, but seeing the resoluteness of the Rong family, who had always been tactful and conceded, if she was not allowed to go, she would rush over immediately and desperately, besides, she herself really cared about her ten emperors daughter Well, if the Ninth Emperor Daughter of the Rong family is cured, her own daughter will also be saved.
So she complied, and after a whole day and night, Concubine Rong came back with a haggard but beaming look, saying that Dan Ning was able to sit up and drink porridge.
Then the news of the ten emperors came, and it got worse.
The queen couldn't sit still anymore, turned around and went into the hall to look for Yuheng, and then the trusted palace servants heard faint sobbing, crying, cursing, and the sound of throwing things like a violent storm. One Skip—The trilogy that has been tried and tested has begun again.
After a while, the weather was calm, and the queen washed and dressed