After all, Concubine Bai was unable to ask Meng Jing for mercy. A few days later, news came that the elder of the Bai family had died on the way to exile.
Concubine Bai stood in the courtyard, the autumn wind chilled, the flowers withered, and it was a desolate scene.
Chanjuan stood at the side with her hands down, secretly raised her head to glance at her master, and saw that Concubine Bai's lips were pale and her face was pale, so she couldn't help but softly persuaded: "Your Majesty, don't be sad, it's important to take care of yourself. "
Bai Xi sighed, looked at the bare sycamore tree in the center of the courtyard and said sadly: "It's me who is sorry for my grandfather..."
Chanjuan didn't have anything else to say for a while, so she could only comfort her with her scarce words: "Your Majesty, you have done your best, and the master's spirit in heaven must hope that you will be well."
Bai Xi looked up at the sky, but finally said nothing.
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On the Ninth Thousand Autumn Festival at the beginning of winter, the palace people have been busy for nearly a month for the emperor's birthday before they made almost the preparations.
Although Concubine Bai is the only high-ranking concubine in the harem, it has never been her turn to manage the Qianqiu Festival.
In the past, the Qianqiu Festival was organized by Xiao Yuzi alone, but now that Xiao Yuzi is gone, it is unknown who Meng Jing handed it over to.
Concubine Bai didn't care about such things, and she also knew that she was born in the countryside after all, so she didn't do anything out of the ordinary except that she liked to die in front of Meng Jing.
She sat in front of the dressing table and carefully painted her eyebrows. After half an hour, she still didn't feel good, so she simply put down the eyebrows in her hand, called for Chanjuan, and said:
"Go and fetch the bamboo hat with black gauze in the Westinghouse closet."
Chanjuan stopped aside and did not move, hesitatingly said: "Your Majesty, this is not good."
Bai Xi said: "There's nothing wrong with it. I'm still in the period of filial piety, so I shouldn't have participated in these banquets, but because it's the emperor's birthday, I can't refuse, so I have to show my face."
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The banquet had just begun, and almost all the officials in the court had arrived, while Bai Xiyu went earlier. He sat down at the lower left of the main seat, gently turning the wine glass in his hand, looking through the black tulle in front of his eyes. , he could see that the officials at the banquet were also secretly looking at him, with a look of pity in their eyes from time to time.
Don't blame them for pity, he himself felt quite pitiful.
"The emperor is here—" the eunuch's shrill and thin voice came from the door.
Bai Xiyu got up from his seat, knelt aside respectfully, and shouted long live three times along with all the officials.
Without squinting, Meng Jing went straight to the main seat, turned around and sat down, and said to everyone in the court: "Get up."
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"Thank you, Your Majesty." Everyone bowed down and stood up.
"Let's start the banquet." Meng Jing's voice was extremely calm, and if someone dared to look directly at Tian Yan, they would find that there was no trace of joy in his eyes at this time.
As soon as his words fell, a large number of singers and dancers poured into the court. The sound of silk and bamboo wafted through the entire Qingsheng Palace, and the atmosphere in the palace gradually became warmer.
Bai Xiyu's place here seemed to have become a small world of his own, the more lively the surrounding was, the more his loneliness was highlighted.
Meng Jing poured himself a drink at the banquet, and after a while the pot of wine was drained, and he immediately summoned eunuchs to pour another pot.
It's just... Bai Xiyu looked at the jug in Meng Jing's hand, his eyes darkened. He didn't expect the jug to appear earlier.
In the plot, this pot of wine should have appeared after Shangguan Zilian sealed off, when the Bai family was confiscated and the concubine Bai Gui was thrown into limbo. But it is true, now that the Bai family has been exiled, it is reasonable for them to kill Meng Jing among things.
Meng Jing raised the jug in front of him, and was about to pour himself a glass, when Bai Guifei suddenly stood up, and everyone in the hall was immersed in the noise and joy of the banquet, and his standing seemed rather abrupt.
Without saying a word, he stepped forward quickly and grabbed Meng Jing's right wrist.
Seeing this scene, all the officials at the banquet put down their cups one after another, waiting to see this good show.
Meng Jing turned his head to look at him, didn't speak, but his eyes were frosty.
Bai Xiyu pursed his lips, thought for a while and said, "Your Majesty, it's better to give this wine to my concubines."
Meng Jing couldn't see the expression of Concubine Bai behind the black veil, but it didn't matter, he shook the jug in his hand and asked him, "Do you want it?" His expression was quite playful.
Bai Xiyu nodded: "Yes."
Meng Jing thought of something, chuckled, handed the jug in his hand to Bai Xiyu, and said, "Oh, if you want it, take it."
Bai Xiyu took the drink from Meng Jing's hand, said, "Thank you, Your Majesty," and returned to his seat.
He put the jug of wine aside, as if he had no intention of drinking it. But suddenly I heard Meng Jing from above said slowly: "Your concubine, don't disappoint me."
Once Meng Jing said this, he had to drink the wine even if he didn't drink it.
But it's nothing, this should have been the last halo he was going to send out.
For a moment, Bai Xiyu even thought that Meng Jing knew that the pot of wine was poisonous, but then he dismissed the idea, after all, Meng Jing almost drank the wine himself just now.
I originally wanted to stay in this world for a few more days, but now it seems that I can't. After pouring himself a glass of wine, Bai Xiyu raised his glass to Meng Jing and said, "My concubine wishes Your Majesty a long life and a long life."
After all, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
The taste of this wine was excellent, it slid into the throat and flowed through the five internal organs, but after a while, Bai Xiyu felt as if there were red-hot coals rolling around in his internal organs, like a needle prick.
Bai Xiyu coughed lowly, stood up enduring the pain and said to Meng Jing, "I feel a little unwell, so I'll take my leave first."
Meng Jing poured himself another glass of wine, without looking at him, he just said, "Back off."
Bai Xiyu walked out of Qingcheng Palace alone with his back straightened under the eyes of everyone who were either ironic or sympathetic.
It was snowing outside.
This was the first snowfall in Qian'an's three years. In an instant, this solemn and solemn palace was completely empty, as if it was going to do the final practice for the owner of Baixi Palace.
The cold wind is on the face, as sharp as a knife.
Bai Xiyu looked up at the sky, the snow flying in the air, like countless gray and dead butterflies, came from the sky in a mighty way.
The clear sky suddenly became gloomy, the wind howled, frantically tore the withered branches and leaves, and slapped the broken window edges, all kinds of sounds mixed together, hoarse and hysterical.
The snow is getting bigger and bigger, overwhelming and continuous.
Bai Xiyu coughed a few more times, blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he staggered and fell to his knees in the snow.
Red blood, white snow, blend together.
The north wind blew his veil and rolled it into the distance. Bai Xiyu stretched out his hand to grab it, but bent his stiff fingers, but in the end he could only hold a piece of nothingness.
Finally, his whole body fell into the snow.
Snow fell between his brows and melted quietly.
He looked at the sky above his head, and gradually there was nothing left in his mind. His more than ten years in this world were just a dream in Nanke. He had experienced countless times and said goodbye countless times. In the end, all he can have is a piece of fine snow in this palm, which is fleeting.
Closing his eyes, he suddenly heard someone in Qingsheng Palace not far away playing a pipa and singing:
"There are mountains and rivers, and the roads are long.
My heart is thinking, when will I return. "
…
He eventually died in the snow that filled the sky.
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In the resplendent palace, Meng Jing sat on a high seat, holding a white jade wine cup in his hand.
If that person is still here, at this time, he will definitely persuade him timidly by the side: "Your Majesty, you can't drink any more."
But that person is no longer there.
Meng Jing smiled wryly, and drank up the wine in his hand.
All the people in the court laughed at Yan Yan, and the cups of wine were intertwined. The singer in the court lowered her head and raised her eyebrows, plucking the pipa in her hand, and was still singing the unknown ballad:
"There are mountains and rivers, and the roads are long.
My heart is thinking, when will I return. "
…
My heart's thoughts never come back
… (83 Chinese.83.)