It wasn't until entering the princess's Yuming Palace and changing clothes in the side courtyard that Feng Zhiwei saluted: "My mother asks Zhiwei to greet my mother, thank you for just rectifying my mother's name."
"I've seen you anyway." Nanny Chen reversed her indifference just now, grabbed Feng Zhiwei's hand and looked carefully, her eyes fell on her drooping eyebrows, then she nodded and said, " How are you and your mother?"
Feng Zhiwei thought to herself that she was obviously her mother's friend, why does this nanny seem to care more about herself? Listening to her carefully asking Mrs. Feng's situation, and asking about herself and her younger brother's situation, she answered them one by one. Nanny Chen listened carefully, patted her hand and said, "Go back and tell your mother that she has worked hard all these years, please Don't worry too much about her, everything will go according to the will of heaven."
Looking at her deeply again, he said with a sad and almost sad expression: "You are fine."
No matter how Feng Zhiwei heard these two sentences, she felt weird, but she responded with a smile on her face, and declined Chen Nanny's kindness to take her back to Concubine Chang, saying that it would be boring to go back to sit in the hall at this time, right in front of her. Sit in the royal garden before going, Madam Chen didn't force her, and let her go.
Feng Zhiwei sat in the imperial garden, the imperial garden of Tiansheng Harem was huge, she gradually walked to the depths, bypassed a few rockeries, suddenly saw a well behind the rockery, it was a bit weird.
She sat down on the edge of the well and slowly touched the surrounding bluestones, which had some traces of time.
She pondered for a while, and saw that there was no one around. This place is very remote and few people come here, then she grabbed the edge of the well and climbed down.
When she got down to the height of a person, she kicked with her toes, and sure enough, she kicked into a certain depression. She exerted a little force on that depression, and the bluestone on the wall of the well moved, revealing a portal.
A slightly stale smell wafted out, Feng Zhiwei smelled it carefully, there was nothing unusual,
In the past dynasties, the imperial palace inevitably had tunnels, and when the Taiping era passed for a long time, some tunnels gradually lost their function and disappeared, maybe this tunnel is also the same. Feng Zhiwei didn't intend to just go in so rashly—who knows where the other end is? What if it is the main hall of Concubine Chang Gui? What if it is the emperor's old son under the throne? She hasn't lived enough yet!
However, the sky suddenly darkened, and with a crash, it began to rain in a blink of an eye.
Feng Zhi called unlucky in a dark voice, and looked around, the nearest pavilion was several tens of feet away, his clothes were soaked by the time he ran there, when he looked down, he saw that the tunnel was still clean, it's better to go in and take shelter from the rain.
She walked in slowly, the tunnel was long but narrow, it didn't feel like it was used for any important purpose, the smell of soil from all sides slowly infiltrated, Feng Zhiwei felt that no one had passed by here for many years.
After walking for a while, the sky was getting brighter, Feng Zhiwei was a little surprised—couldn't the other end be sealed? Aren't you afraid people will find out? He listened carefully, except for the faint sound of rain, there was no other sound. It was definitely not the lively imperial concubine's palace or the main hall of the imperial palace.
She took another step, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and a beautiful woman with different makeup came towards her in a gust of crystal light.
Her skirt fluttered, her eyebrows were quiet and elegant, she leaned forward slightly, and her silk ribbon fluttered like a person in the fairy palace.
Feng Zhiwei was so startled that she stopped in her tracks, she couldn't figure out why someone would welcome the door here, she subconsciously wanted to run away, but she felt something was wrong, she turned around to take a closer look, and took a few steps forward, only to find that the woman's whole body was translucent, With smiling eyebrows and Miaoman's figure motionless, it turned out to be a crystal jade statue embedded in the wall.
It's just that the carving technique is superb, and even the long hair and silk ribbons are carved vividly, giving a sense of elegance and flying, and it's just coming out of this dark tunnel, surrounded by dazzling lights and shadows, it's easy for people to miss it.
This statue is priceless, but it is placed at the exit of this tunnel, which looks a bit weird.
Feng Zhiwei took a few steps forward, behind the beautiful figure was a large piece of crystal, the scenery outside was dimly visible, through the crystal screen, one could see the flowers and trees outside, the arch bridge and flowing water, a corner of the eaves protruded, and a blackened eaves hung down Jinling looks like a palace, but all the scenery is decayed and old.
At this time, the tunnel is quiet, without the sound of rain outside, but the dense raindrops are clearly reflected on the glass-like transparent crystal. Through the raindrops, it is facing a small arch bridge. The lotus leaves in the pond are half broken, and the dew drops from the broken lotus leaves, dripping silently.
Hidden in the tunnel, in the darkness and silence here, you can see the sound of rain and desolation there, like looking through the legendary "mirror of the past", looking at the old past that has been dusty in memory for a long time, the story has turned yellow, the beauty has long been old, I don't know where the huqin is hoarse, and I dream of Nanke.
Feng Zhiwei's heart suddenly felt inexplicable desolation.
Immediately, she saw someone walking slowly in the dead silent courtyard, without an umbrella or felt coat in the pouring rain, walking up the arch bridge with a dreamy posture like a wandering soul.
He stood on the bridge in a daze. In the rain, the heavy rain soaked the moon-white clothes in an instant, flowing from the purple gold crown, flowing along the black hair, flowing into the temples of the eyebrows, and the eyebrows were as black as night, against the deep and flowing eyes, slightly pale The face is shockingly gorgeous and cold.
The rain falls silently, people are in the rain, the wind around them can't blow up the drenched clothes, and a residual flower trembles from the corner of the cold robe.
Feng Zhiwei stretched out her hand unconsciously, as if she wanted to pull the man away to escape the frosty rain, but what she reached out touched the cold crystal wall.
The man on the bridge has already knelt down slowly.
He knelt in the cold rain, amidst the splashing water, facing the palace, his lips squirmed, and whispered two words.
Feng Zhiwei stared blankly at the silhouette in the rain, and slowly passed those two words in his heart, his palm suddenly turned cold.
"Mother and concubine."
Under the heavy rain, on the stone bridge, the man knelt in the icy ground, facing the evening wind, cold rain and ruined flowers, softly calling the most important person in this world to him, but he knew in his heart that he would never get an answer.
Across the wall, there is a continuous imperial palace with red makeup and green flowers. That kind of festive excitement is close at hand, but it is far away in the world for him.
Feng Zhiwei looked at the figure of that person from a distance, and suddenly remembered the him he had seen these days, cold, solemn, solemn, sharp, with thousands of faces, changing endlessly, but he had never seen such loneliness and desolation at this moment. .
Feng Zhiwei quietly took a step back.