The first rain after the year finally started to fall. Concubine Shu Gui walked on the bluestone road with an umbrella, ignoring those concubines and palace maids and eunuchs who clearly wanted a lot of herself but were not allowed to salute, and walked step by step towards that far away in this direction. The coming imperial guard of honor.
Behind her, there was an endless stream of maids and eunuchs. The only one was Lingsha who served her when she entered the palace. She walked this road countless times. At that time, she was the emperor's favorite woman and always accompanied the emperor. Every corner, and behind him is the jealous gaze of a group of women.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Concubine Shu raised her head and saw that the beautiful butterfly picture on the umbrella had dimmed. She suddenly said, "Lingsha, what did the emperor give this umbrella?"
"Niangniang, you forgot, this was given to you by the emperor himself when you came back from Qianzheng Palace two years ago," Ling Shayan watched the emperor's imperial chariot getting closer, and whispered, "You have been reluctant to use it since then. let it go."
Concubine Shu bent the corners of her mouth, raised her feet and walked between the two rockery, which is also the only way for the emperor to pass.
Seeing Concubine Shu standing in front of him, Gao Dezhong avoided avoiding it, so he had to stop him for a while, and turned to Feng Jin in the imperial carriage: "Your Majesty, Concubine Shu asks to see you."
The yellow curtain was gently pulled away, and Feng Jin's expressionless face was revealed. He looked at the woman in green in the rain curtain and remained silent.
Concubine Shu moved the hand holding the umbrella handle, carefully put the umbrella aside, and let the rain wash her delicate eyebrows, she looked up at this tall man, and slowly knelt down.
The whole road was silent, no one made a sound, and no one moved. They looked blankly at the woman who once favored the harem, as if they were looking at an irrelevant person.
"It's raining, you go back." Feng Jin frowned slightly and sighed: "My will has been made, and it will never be changed."
"Your Majesty, remember that you also said here that you will treat me like before," Concubine Shu raised her chin and smiled at Feng Jin, "Can you promise me a thousand dollars for the Emperor's words?"
Feng Jin looked at her quietly, and after a while, he said, "I treat you as always."
After hearing this, Concubine Shu Gui laughed until she burst into tears. She covered her eyes and stood up slowly, looking at Feng Jin for the first time as an equal, "Because the beauty is not old, the emperor has not changed, it's the concubine who asks too much. , it's hard to be satisfied." After speaking, he suddenly raised his voice and said, "Your Majesty! It's the concubine's fault!"
Gao Dezhong was startled by this voice, he hurriedly raised his head to look at Concubine Shu, and saw that the green figure flashed, and then with a bang, everything returned to dead silence again.
The bright red blood flowed along the rainwater to the bluestone slab, turning into a light red stream, meandering and flowing under the imperial chariot.
He suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked back at the emperor, only to see the emperor's quiet eyes.
Gao Dezhong was stunned for a moment, and then he arranged to call an imperial doctor, and then he had Concubine Shu Gui back to the palace. Hearing the cries of the maids who were serving Concubine Shu, he made his hands and feet a bit neater.
After a while, the road became quiet. Except for the blood that had been washed away by the rain, only the oil-paper umbrella that was put aside by Concubine Shu was left. This umbrella was just hit by the eunuch and the maid, and it was covered with muddy water. With blades of grass, it looks wobbly.
"Let's go, go to Xihe Palace," Feng Jin closed his eyes, and then said, "Forget it, go back to the bedroom to bathe and change before going."
"Yes." Gao Dezhong lowered his head again and followed the imperial carriage away.
The oil-paper umbrella was blown over by the wind and turned a big one. The handle of the carved dragon and phoenix was facing up, and the umbrella paper was immersed in the dirty water.
In the corner behind the rockery, Su Xiuyi looked pale and looked at the deserted Qingshi Road, the hand holding the handkerchief was shaking, and it took a long time to support the maid's hand before she recovered her voice, "Go back, go back to the palace."
"Niangniang, the emperor said that he can call his wife into the palace in a few days. If you want your wife to bring him into the palace, let Fubao run errands," Yun Xi gently pressed Zhuang Luoyan's ankle, "But Don't embarrass yourself."
"I have everything I want in the palace. Even if I don't have it, the emperor specially arranged for someone to bring it into the palace. Why do I need my mother to bring it in?" Zhuang Luoyan smiled. Now that the palace is not peaceful, she doesn't want to. Mrs. Zhuang brought things into the palace to become someone else's calculation.
Just thinking about Mrs. Zhuang, who has never really gotten along, she is not particularly looking forward to it, after all, she is not her real mother. As long as the old lady lived a peaceful and happy life in this life, she would be satisfied.
"Niangniang, Niangniang," Fu Bao ran in with a face full of rain, and stammered, "Just now, news came out that Concubine Shu Gui killed herself by hitting her head in front of the emperor!"
"What?" Zhuang Luoyan sat up straight and looked at Fu Bao in amazement, "Concubine Shu?! Suicide?"
Fu Bao wiped the rain off his face and panted, "It's spread all over the palace now, the empress has already rushed to the Anqing Palace, and the imperial hospital has also passed on a lot of imperial doctors, and I don't know what will happen. How's it going?"
Zhuang Luoyan was a little stunned for a while. In her imagination, Concubine Shu Gui had always been a person with a thousand smiles and amorous feelings. Such a woman would actually commit suicide in front of the emperor. What a sense of despair and shame. courage? His brows furrowed unconsciously, "Go get some good tonics and send them to the Anqing Palace in person, and come back when Concubine Shu is all right."
Maybe there are some really noble women in this harem, not Xu Zhaorong or Qian Wanyi, but this beautiful Concubine Shu.
Everyone in the room couldn't believe the news. After Fu Bao went out, Yun Xi didn't dare to believe it: "How can things turn out like this?" Concubine Shu Gui gave herself up in front of the emperor. This was a big sin. Get angry, let alone save her father and brother, I am afraid that even her mother and brother will be affected.
Zhuang Luoyan sat down silently, heard Yun Xi's words, and sighed, in this harem, where can there be a heartfelt person, the person he loves wants to kill his father and brother, how can Concubine Shu still live? gotta go. Hate the emperor, she can't do it. Forget the death of her father and brother and serve the emperor, she can't do it, it is better to die vigorously and still be clean.
Such things as living happily with the enemy who killed his father and killed his brother would only happen in a small talk book, or it would happen to a white-eyed wolf. A woman like Su Ruizi, Concubine Shu, looks gentle but arrogant. Such a decisive way is her last choice.
"The Emperor is here!"
Zhuang Luoyan raised her head and saw Feng Jin brought Gao Dezhong in from the door. She was slightly taken aback. Today, the emperor allowed the eunuch to report. It can be seen that the mood is still different from before.
"It's raining so hard, why is the emperor here?" Zhuang Luoyan helped Yun Xi to stand up, and before she took a few steps, she was supported by Feng Jin. She deliberately observed the emperor's face a few more times before she said, "The kitchen just made pigeon soup, and the concubine asked the emperor to give him a bowl to taste."
"No need, I have no appetite," Feng Jin reached out and stroked her belly lightly, "Is my child cute today?"
Zhuang Luoyan put his hand on the back of his hand, and then slowly held his hand: "Your Majesty, the concubine and the child are fine."
The warmth on the back of his hand made Feng Jin smile, and after he waved the people in the room to step back, he gently took Zhuang Luoyan into his arms: "In the future, your mother and son should be well, and I will always Treat you and the kids well."
Feng Jin's clothes were a little cold. When Zhuang Luoyan touched her, her face became cold for a while before she got used to it. When she heard Feng Jin's words, she was slightly stunned, and after a pause, she said, "Your Majesty..."
Gently patted her back, Feng Jin said, "I suddenly remembered that your birthday is in August, right?"
Zhuang Luoyan didn't understand that he suddenly raised this question, so he could only say, "Well, concubine still remembers that you asked the concubine's birthday specially, and then specially hosted a banquet for the concubine and raised her rank. These things seem like yesterday. ."
"Let's have a big birthday for you this year. At that time, our child is already a full moon," Feng Jin stroked her face with his hand, "I will give you another gift at that time."
Zhuang Luoyan suddenly laughed: "Then the concubine remembered that if you don't care what you say, then the concubine will laugh at you with the child!"
Feng Jin chuckled softly, let go of her slowly, and said, "Today, what should I tell my children, why don't I tell the story of the old ox licking the calf?"
Listening to Feng Jin telling the story in a soft tone, Zhuang Luoyan suddenly thought, at that moment, was it the fragile emotion that belonged to the emperor? It's a pity that this emotion dissipated so quickly that she couldn't tell the truth.
Maybe someone who can become an emperor has long been indifferent to feelings.