Nalan Hongye was silent for a long time after hearing the news of Yuan Shilan's suicide. Wen Yuan led the servants back down slowly, leaving behind a room full of clear and quiet afternoon sunlight.
She remembered the last time she saw the woman who was as fierce as ice and snow. At that time, her head was covered with layers of gauze. Even though the wound could not be seen, she could still imagine the tragic face inside through the traces of blood. .
She looked at Nalan Hongye calmly, and said in a very calm voice, "Even if it wasn't me, it would never be you."
Nalan smiled indifferently. In fact, in her capacity, she shouldn't go to see a deposed concubine, but she still came. So at this moment, facing her merciless attitude as always, she didn't react too aggressively. She just looked at her quietly and asked a sentence that had been hidden in her heart: "Even if it wasn't you, you Don't you need to be like this, don't you know that everyone in the whole palace is looking forward to such a day for you?"
"Who has time to fight with them?" Yuan Shilan sneered, the knife marks on the corner of her mouth were exposed, looking weird and scary, "I just don't want to waste time guarding a man who has no heart for me."
Nalan Hongye continued to ask: "Then what do you do to the emperor? Are you also unintentional?"
Yuan Shilan's expression suddenly became ferocious, she turned her head viciously, lowered her voice, and said angrily, "It's not mine, I don't want it."
In the brilliant lights of the southeast hall, Nalan Hongye, dressed in a brocade dress, leaned on the back of the chair and smiled quietly.
Really don't want it? same careless? If it was true, how could he mutilate himself and disfigure himself for someone who didn't care? How could he feel sorry for himself in the endless loneliness, and then decide to die
After all, you are still young and vigorous, and you are still naive and willful, so you can be so hasty, so you can be so casual, and you can not think about what kind of price your parents and relatives will pay for it if you commit suicide irresponsibly. .
This harem is such a terrifying place, it can make people go crazy, it can make people go crazy, it can make a young girl cut one's face with a knife, and then die without any worries.
She thought that her suicide would make that person feel guilty and remember her forever, but she didn't know that in this huge palace, her life and death were just a short-lived fireworks. A little bit of talk will not cause any ripples.
In this imperial palace, the most indispensable thing is the innocent soul who died in vain.
With the passage of time, one month, two months, one year, two years, who would still remember that there was a concubine Chu who was loved for a while
"It's really stupid!" Nalan Hongye sighed softly. With such a title, she could have lived a lifetime of glory, and with that similar face and temperament, it would not be difficult to be a lifetime favorite. It's a pity that he doesn't have that kind of brain and heart.
"Niang Niang?" Wen Yuan stood at the door, holding the freshly boiled soup in her hand, and called softly.
Nalan Hongye beckoned her casually, calling her in, took the soup and put it into her mouth spoonful by spoonful. Such a bitter medicine, but she seems to drink soup without frowning.
Wen Yuan watched from the side, and there was still a small bowl of rock sugar on the tray. She moved her lips several times, but finally said nothing.
"By my decree, Beauty Yuan is gracious, gracious, obedient and kind. Now she is dying of a serious illness. She will be granted the title of sixth-rank benefactor. She will be buried in the Mausoleum of the Western Concubine. She will be rewarded with a daughter from the mother's family. Her elder brother will be given the official title. Bar."
Wen Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Nalan in puzzlement. Yes, the eldest princess has the power to discuss politics, and also has the right to appoint local officials below the fourth rank in the Huai Song area. But since she fell ill, power has been released for more than two years. Now, is it worth it for a little sinful concubine
Nalan Hongye didn't give her any explanation, but continued: "The emperor has been busy with the government recently. It's better not to tell him the news of Yuan Meiren's death. Order the palaces to keep their mouths shut."
Wen Yuan nodded quickly.
The hall became quiet again. What he said just now seemed to make Nalan Hongye quite hard. She lay down, rubbed her temples with her fingers, and frowned slightly.
Even if he is extremely angry and derogatory, there is always affection. That kind of petting, that kind of doting, will always be without a little bit of heart, and as long as there is a little bit of heart, once you know the news that she hanged herself, you will inevitably feel a little bit sad. Now that the northwestern border is restless, and there are constant party disputes between the government and the opposition, there are already enough mundane things around him to worry him.
After drinking the medicine, she was extremely lethargic, thinking in a daze that the disused concubine of Xileng Palace will never see her face for life. In three or two years, maybe he will forget it. Even if he thinks about it in the future, he will not feel too bad for a woman who "died due to illness".
The candles were crackling, and it was another cold night. The imperial decree of the southeast hall spread to all the palaces, and the masters of the palaces quickly understood the queen's thoughts. Even if some people were angry at the queen's kind treatment of Yuan Shilan's relatives, no one dared to say anything. A few days ago, Concubine Cheng personally came to the door to apologize, and then she plunged headlong into the Buddhist hall, which made them understand: the queen's family is still there, and the power is still in hand, so they should not be underestimated.
The harem was still as calm as ever, like a secluded lake, the wind and waves were calm, and there was not a single wave to be seen. The singing and dancing are melodious and melodious every night, and the wind music hangs around the ears every day. Under the cloak of joy, all the planning and massage are quietly covered by a winter snow. The palace is so big, and there are so many mundane affairs, that woman whose heart is like ice and snow and eyes are like a cold front, after all, is still like a withered flower, falling so lightly without making a sound.
"To live always needs more courage than to die."
Nalan Hongye's smile was always very light. Looking out the window at the gradually brightening sky, she seemed to vaguely see that dark blue shadow again. He stood in the shadows, looking at himself silently, the long sword on his waist was simple and dignified, and the bloodthirsty edge was restrained in the small iron sheath on that side.
He just stood there, with a black curtain above his head, like a butterfly of death, fluttering so ferociously.
On that day, the day when the father was buried, he stood behind the sad and weeping princess and said this sentence.
"But… "
The wind suddenly picked up outside the window, and a layer of clear snow fell last night, which has not stopped until now. With the wind, the snowflakes in the sky and the ground dance together, lingering and cruising, like white fish in the deep sea.
"Why did you lose your courage all of a sudden?"
Yushu remembered that it was raining heavily on the day Xuanmo died, and the rain was so urgent, like a torrent pouring down. The doctors who came from the Tai Hospital were all soaked in clothes, their foreheads and cheeks were covered with rain, like ducks that just came out of the river.
It was clear that the morning was still sunny and cloudless, and she led the servants to move out his books to dry in the yard. The sun shone warmly on her body, like a lake in June.
But in the evening, the soldiers of the Southeast Navy Yamen suddenly escorted a carriage into the capital, and rushed all the way into the gate of King Xuan's Mansion.
With a pale face, he was helped down from the car, and then went into the study room. After a while, he changed into his court clothes and was about to force his way into the palace. However, before he could walk out of the gate, he collapsed down. Blood gushed out from his body everywhere, like winding streams. She stood beside him helplessly, weeping in fear, while the servants on the side rushed up, carried him into the house, and then rushed out to find the doctor.
It rained from then on.
For seven consecutive days, without a break.
The common people all said that God was shedding tears for Prince Xuan, sending off a generation of Zhongliang.
The imperial doctors went in one after another, and came out one after another disheveled, they kept talking in her ears. What is too serious injury, too much blood loss, what is fighting for days, weak body, what is serious injury, what is forced to work, what is too deep wound, heart and lung damage... But she couldn't hear it all, she looked at the white beard and white hair. The old man passed by like a revolving lantern in front of his eyes. Everyone's face was heavy, and their mouths opened and closed, like fish silently spitting out air bubbles in the deep sea.
She was thinking, what are they talking about? Why not go in and treat him? His body is so good, he can wield an eighty-pound sword, and can dance a hundred-pound fine iron spear, but he was slightly wounded and bled, so what's the big deal? Why are you still lying there and not getting up? The appointment of the eldest princess has passed, and the Emperor Yan will leave tomorrow. He is an important minister of Huai Song Dynasty, how can he not go to see him off
She automatically ignored all the sounds outside, ran to him stubbornly, gently pushed his arm, and whispered in his ear very seriously as she did many years ago: "My lord, get up, my lord, Get up..."
But he still didn't move, just closed his eyes tightly and furrowed his eyebrows tightly, as if there was something on his mind that he couldn't let go of in his sleep.
His arms were cold, like ice cubes used to cool off in midsummer. She finally became more and more frightened, but she still didn't dare to use force. She just pushed his arm lightly and shouted over and over again: "My lord, get up, my lord, get up..."
Gradually there were cries around, and some servant girls took out their handkerchiefs and secretly wiped away their tears. But she suddenly became angry, turned around, and drove them all away.
It was raining heavily outside, and when the door was opened, the wind blew in cold raindrops and hit her thin clothes, blowing them through immediately.
An imperial doctor came forward and said softly, "Princess, my lord is no longer a prince, you have to express your condolences."
All her life, she has always been a virtuous and respectful woman, filial to her parents at home, obedient to her elder brothers and sisters. But at that moment, she was suddenly so angry, she slapped the third-rank imperial physician on the face, and said angrily: "You are talking nonsense!"
However, the old imperial physician didn't say anything, just looked at her silently, his eyes were so calm, but full of sympathy and pity.
And she, under such gazes, completely collapsed, her feet went limp, and she fell into a deep darkness.
When he woke up, Xuan Mo had already woken up, and all his disciples were standing in the yard, one by one entering the room to listen to him. Seeing her coming with the baby in her arms, those people automatically made way for her. She stood under the peach tree in front of the house, quietly looking at the window flickering with candlelight, just like the first time they met many years ago.
At that time, she was still young, obediently following behind her father, beside her were a group of older brothers and sisters, as well as a group of noble children from wealthy families, daughters, she was wearing an inconspicuous white satin skirt, in a brocade brocade, Like a hairless goose. He was standing on the corridor, with straight eyebrows, handsome and extraordinary, and his smile was so gentle, like the warm wind in early spring.
The servants followed behind her, holding an umbrella for her. Yong'er was still young, chubby, huddled in her arms, yawning from time to time, looking very sleepy.
Those people seem to have talked about it for a long time, because she is Xuan Mo's wife, and no one shunned her. She heard people whispering around, most of the topics they talked about were about how the old officials of Huai Song Dynasty should maintain the Huai Song Dynasty after the eldest princess got married, how to adjust their position in the new dynasty, and how not to conflict with the officials of Yan Kingdom , How to integrate into the court of Yan Kingdom little by little, and become the princess's arm. There is also Xuan Mo's confidant, who said that he took Xuan Mo's letter and wanted to hand it over to His Majesty the Emperor Yan.
Finally, the crowd dispersed little by little, and the yard became quiet again, except for the sound of rain, there was no other sound.