After the marriage was over, Fu Heng brought Erqing into the palace. It was snowing in the sky, and both of them were wrapped in thick fox furs, but they still couldn't completely block the cold outside. Outside the Qing Palace, I suddenly saw a thin figure kneeling on the snow as thick as cotton wool.
"Slaves deserve ten thousand deaths!" The man got up and took three steps, then knelt down, "Slaves deserve ten thousand deaths!"
Three steps and one kowtow, a depression was smashed into the snow on her forehead, and a long series of depressions behind her gradually filled up with the wind and snow.
"Yingluo..." Fu Heng's eyes widened in shock, "Well, what's going on?"
Li Yu replied: "The emperor said, let Wei Yingluo start from the Qianqing Palace and walk all over the east and west six palaces. After three steps and one knock, after twelve hours, forgive her for her mistakes and allow her to go back to Changchun Palace to serve."
Fu Heng looked at Wei Yingluo with a gloomy expression, and it remained the same until he entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Coincidentally, Hongli's expression was also uncertain. When the two of them got together, the temperature in the room was no different from that outside. The same cold wind made others shiver.
"Okay." Hongli didn't seem to have much interest in chatting with people today, and after a few words, he sent the couple to the queen's place, "Go to the queen's place and ask her to see her new sister-in-law too. ."
"… Yes."
When the two couples withdrew, Hongli picked up a memorial and turned it over and looked at it. A gust of cold wind came in through the window. He put his right fist in front of his lips and coughed a few times.
Li Yu hurried over to close the window, and behind him, Hongli's voice suddenly sounded: "Is she still kowtowing?"
The hand that closed the window paused, looking at the snow that was getting bigger and bigger outside, and the figure that was getting smaller and smaller in the snow, Li Yu replied: "Yes."
Hongli: "How many hours have you been knocking?"
"It's been three hours." Li Yu said, carefully scrutinizing his expression, seeing that his face was getting more and more gloomy, he realized his opinion, "Your Majesty, Wei Yingluo is a woman after all, this snowy day, that's all. Three steps and one knock, after twelve hours, I'm afraid I'm going to freeze!"
"I gave her a choice." Hongli suddenly slapped the memorial on the table, "She doesn't know how to praise herself!"
Fu Heng was stunned: "Your Majesty..."
Hongli looked out the window and remembered the two choices he gave her earlier.
"First, admit to Fu Heng in person that you never liked him, everything is because of your greed for vanity, and you deceived him!"
"Second, starting from the Qianqing Palace, knocking every three steps, admitting your mistakes, until the twelve hours have been completed."
"Two choices, as long as you complete the same, I will allow you to return to Changchun Palace!"
How did she answer
It couldn't be more obvious.
I just heard the sound of snow blowing in from the outside, accompanied by a sound that seemed to be far away: "Minions deserve ten thousand deaths!"
The snow grew bigger and bigger, like white ink, splashed from left to right, covering Wei Yingluo's hair, eyelashes, and shoulders, turning her into a snowman. She staggered through the heavy snow, her body was cold and her heart was even colder.
A black oil-paper umbrella suddenly leaned over from the side and covered her head.
Wei Yingluo slowly turned her head to look, only to see Yuan Chunwang standing with her umbrella raised, white snow falling on the umbrella piece by piece, covering the umbrella surface little by little, he said inexplicably, "Are you sad?"
"Sad." Wei Yingluo coughed twice, then smiled with tears in her eyes, "But I won't be sad again. From now on, the relationship between me and him will be cut off, and we will meet strangers!"
"That's good." Yuan Chunwang laughed, "Let's go, I'll accompany you to finish the rest of the way."
This path was chosen by Wei Yingluo herself, and she could only finish it by herself, even if she was on her knees.
Yuan Chunwang couldn't carry it on his back or support him. All he could do was hold the oil-paper umbrella, quietly stay by her side, and walk the road with her silently.
Along the way, the oil-paper umbrella leaned over her head.
The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, and Yuan Chunwang had half of his body exposed outside the umbrella. He was soon wet by the snow beads, but he didn't care.
The Hall of Mental Cultivation is not far away, Wei Yingluo got up from the ground with bruised lips trembling: "You go, don't let people see, ahem, you helped me, otherwise, ahem...you will be in trouble. "
Yuan Chunwang sighed and retreated behind her like a shadow, disappearing behind the wall.
Only then did Wei Yingluo push her body forward, her knees were no longer conscious, she walked with extreme difficulty every step, and it seemed that instead of blood, cold snow slag was flowing in her body.
"Empress Empress..." She whispered a few times in her heart, and with a ruthlessness and obsession, she finally staggered to the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and stretched out a cold purple hand, not waiting to touch it. On the door, both eyes were darkened, and before fainting, a tall figure was vaguely seen running towards her in a hurry.
who is it
Wei Yingluo tried her best to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to be filled with lead and could not be opened.
All she could feel was a pair of hands, hard, man's hands, hugging her tightly.
At the same time, in Changchun Palace.
A hand stretched out Huating and caught a snowflake in the palm of his hand.
The same snow brought Wei Yingluo cold and despair, but Erqing... but a look of comfort.
"Er Qing." Mingyu's voice sounded from behind her, "Are you happy?"
Er Qing didn't look back and said, "Why do you ask that?"
"You and I entered the palace together to serve the Empress, eating together, sleeping together, and the errands arranged by the Empress were often done together by the two of us." Mingyu said hesitantly.
"Mingyu." Er Qing let out a laugh and turned around, her head full of pearls gleaming in the sun, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"I just think, think..." Mingyu looked at her with a complicated expression, "I haven't seen you for a few days, you seem to be a different person, and you can't find your past appearance at all..."
In the past, Er Qing was cautious, not saying half a word of overreaching or doing half overreaching things.
Such an infallible palace maid is naturally easy to please the master.
Therefore, even the masters of the other palaces, Yi Tierqing, were full of praise, saying that she was the most capable person around the queen.
After getting used to Er Qing like that, it was difficult to get used to the Er Qing in front of her.
Wearing clothes with extremely intricate patterns, wearing jewelry that is worth a lot of money at first glance, and undisguised joy in the eyes.
It seems that he deliberately wants to show his success to others.
"My identity has changed, and naturally it's not the same as before." Er Qing smiled and took Mingyu's hand, "But no matter what, I will never forget the relationship between you and me. I will not be here in the future. Beside the niece, you have to replace me and serve the niece well."
Mingyu stopped talking for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Er Qing, is this really okay?"
The relationship between Wei Yingluo and Fu Heng can be hidden from outsiders, but not from his own people in Changchun Palace.
Knowing that Fu Heng has a Wei Yingluo in his heart, he still wants to marry her eagerly. Such an act of taking love with a knife... Is it really good
Er Qing smiled slightly and avoided answering the question, instead turning the topic elsewhere.
"As you said." She said, my grandfather was the minister of punishment, and now the whole family has raised the flag again. It is a real family of officials and a prominent family. When I marry Fu Heng, it is a match made in heaven and a family. What's wrong? "
You know I didn't ask you this... Mingyu looked at her with a complicated expression.
"Besides..." Er Qing turned her eyes and looked outside Huating. The snow pressed down on the branches, bending the branches, and the white snow fell on the ground, and the brooms swept over them. Two young palace maids were sweeping the snow.
It seems that from the two of them, she saw the shadow of her past, Er Qing was stunned for a long time, and then continued: "I have endured the life of the subordinate for six years, and finally I have come to the end, are you not happy for me?"
"The next person?" Mingyu tilted her head, "My lady is very good to us."
"No matter how good it is in Changchun Palace, after all, you will be a servant and bow your knees." Er Qing laughed, "You, you have to plan for yourself early."
Mingyu looked at her with increasingly unfamiliar eyes, and slowly pulled back her hand and said, "No, I'm not going anywhere, I'll just guard the Empress!"
"Everyone has their own aspirations. If you don't want to, I won't force it." Er Qing gathered the white fox fur on her shoulders, and turned her eyes to Huating, the green pines outside the pavilion, and the two snow-sweeping palace maids. The scenery in her eyes, "I used to be most afraid of snow in the palace. I was afraid that the heavy snow would crush the flower branches, and the empress would be sad. I was also afraid that I would run into the master of the palace. If I kneel, I would kneel. Enjoy the snow!"