"How could that woman be so close to him."
"Bengong is always thinking about it, and serving thousands of miles. What did he get in return? But he left Bengong and went to fight for the crown prince. Now he inexplicably favors Bengong's previous life, what is this! Could it be that Bengong's life is a joke! "
"It's her. She was born with bad luck and collided with this palace. You should have sent more dead men back then, otherwise, how could she have killed her biological mother by mistake, causing this palace to regret it to this day, but it still left this scourge."
In the main room of the side hall with the doors and windows closed, a woman's shrill screams were heard intermittently, and Zong Zhenglin's eyes were solemn, and the Princess Li An beside him had already lost his soul.
"You still think about it now, how to cut off the poisoned tail cleanly."
"For such a trivial matter, it is to push someone out to take the blame. Give more money to compensate the family. There is never a shortage of willing maids in this palace."
"If the palace maid can't bear the interrogation..."
"Bengong thought how kind and kind-hearted you Wanyu daughter is. In the end, it was only through Bengong's hands to save my own life."
Outside the door, County Li'an's face was pale, and his figure couldn't help shaking. It's so scary. I heard it today, and it just made her horrified. Such a bizarre scene made her so terrified that she couldn't even care about the revenge of murdering her mother.
Zong Zhenglin narrowed his eyes, but raised his hand slightly, and a man in black immediately appeared beside him. The winner gestured with his eyes, and clicked on Bao's sleeping point. He supported the person without making a sound, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
In the room, Mrs Wan was talking alone, full of thoughts on how to take the life of the woman in the main hall, until the door creaked, slowly opening a gap.
The chattering woman stopped abruptly.
In the slightly trembling pupils, a man's well-knotted palm slowly reflected. On her thumb was a jade finger that she would never forget even if she was reincarnated.
Wan Jingwen was still sitting stiffly on the brocade couch, but as the person outside stepped into the door with a chao boot, she couldn't stand it for a moment, and immediately turned over the small table in her hand, and she stood up half-standing, not yet standing firmly. His legs were trembling.
How... why is he here.
The main hall of Yongan Palace, the east side door is half open. The hunched figure inside the door just happened to be able to use the lantern slightly raised in her hand to see an old and thin face clearly.
Mu Xiyao couldn't help but stagnate when she entered the door, her eyes swept across her face, her eyes darkened.
dumb girl. Since entering the palace, she could count on one hand the number of times she saw her, but before, she still clearly remembered her not very beautiful, but fair and upright face.
"Zhu Jin. You can rest assured that this palace promised you."
After being with Wan's side for more than ten years, he finally ended up in this situation. Mu Xiyao retracted her gaze, and her footsteps passed by her in an instant.
A moment of sympathy is enough, but sympathy is completely unreasonable. If you want to be innocent and live an upright life, the Prince's Mansion is not an unreasonable place. It's not that Zong Zhenglin can't call the shots for her.
"That's enough. We should go back to the palace with His Royal Highness later." After turning another corner, it was the main entrance. Mu Xiyao walked over slowly, but asked Mammy Zhao and Huilan to stay outside.
It was very quiet under the eaves of the corridor, but one of the palace maids and eunuchs who were supposed to be on duty at night in the hall was missing. Sure enough, the incompetent were already expelled by the dark guards. And she, with Wei Zhen's secret order, came in here without much hindrance.
Just as they were about to step up the stone steps, the conversation between the two of them was clearly heard. She simply stood quietly at the foot of the stone steps, the two doors in front of her were slightly open, and the lights inside, shining in front of her, with a long and narrow light, finally broke the gloomy and desolateness of the courtyard.
"I call myself Ben Gong, and I keep talking nonsense in my previous life. Gu is very curious. In your mouth, in that previous life, who were you, and who was Gu."
The voice of the man in the room was steady, but these words made Mu Xiyao suddenly shrink her pupils.
"I"? The words here are clearly the title of the emperor's high-ranking concubines. She didn't think it was wrong, this woman was definitely not the Wan family back then.
There was no response in the room for a long time, but Zong Zhenglin spoke in a low voice. "Don't open your mouth, huh?" There were slight footsteps in the room, and Mu Xiyao guessed in her mind that the man must have got up and walked in front of Wan Jingwen. As long as he decides to do things, that man rarely has time to be patient.
"Why do you think Gu suddenly appeared here?"
Mu Xiyao couldn't see the situation in the room, but the woman muttered in a low voice, but it came out intermittently. As if she finally realized that she fell into this man's scheme, Wan Jingwen suddenly raised her voice, breaking the silence in the hall.
"You have never cared so much towards your concubine. Never in your previous life, this life, and now, is the first time."
"My concubine has been looking forward to it, and I have been looking forward to you in countless nights, even if I look at my concubine a little more. Especially when Xiaoba went, only the concubine in the Jinxiu Palace was alone holding his cold body. You are busy. He was sitting in the imperial study, and until his last moment, he couldn't wait for the father and emperor he admired the most."
"Your Majesty, you also doted on your concubine. When you first entered the palace, your concubine was able to accompany you three or five times in a month. At that time, you supported your concubine's hand and went to the yard to feed the fish. There is also a place to put paper kites in the imperial garden. It was a good time at that time. In the early summer by the Jinghu Lake, you personally picked the yellow gardenia hairpin to your concubine’s temples.”
"It's you who praised the concubine's 'brilliant appearance, beautiful eyes, and good eyes', and promoted the concubine from the position of concubine.
"It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. In Tian Cong's three-year draft, the woman was appointed as a concubine as soon as she entered the palace. How kindly you treat her, she is also the only favor in the entire harem. It is the concubine Xian. Women, too, have to avoid the edge for a while."
"But so what? No matter how proud she was, she was trampled on the head by a newcomer in less than two years."
The woman laughed wildly and happily. At this time, she couldn't distinguish the scene in front of her, but it was not a dream.
"My concubine felt that I had a long dream. In my dream, I lost my son and no favor. There was only a little maid in the palace to accompany my concubine, and I listened to my concubine from time to time."
He got up, sat crookedly in front of the dressing room, and straightened his messy sideburns in front of the bronze mirror. The trembling hands were a little disobedient, so he picked up the comb again, and it should be tugging hard, and he couldn't feel the pain at all.
"Your Majesty, you don't know, your concubine is not happy. Very unhappy."
"This is still the favored princess before the Queen Mother, and then she married the Great Wei. At that time, you had only been on the throne for half a year. I don't know how many years I have spent in this deep palace, and I can't count them. I was born because of you. Love, I watched this love bloom and fall away. In the end, you stepped on it and crushed it into dust."
The woman inside was still looking back on the past by herself, her words were upside down, and her sanity was no longer clear. Mu Xiyao lowered her head slightly, her heart was horrified, but she did not calm down for a long time.
She—it was her!
What a wonderful opportunity this is. Within a palace, separated by a wall, implicated and bound, it is a woman's past and present life.