Chunjia hurriedly walked into the Moon Cave Gate, where she saw the various shades of blue, and the people leaning on the railing seemed to have gathered chrysanthemums for clothes. The sweet scent of osmanthus was filled with a faint bitter taste, but after the chrysanthemums were broken, The unique atmosphere makes the whole courtyard more desolate and the west wind is desolate.
He frowned slightly, signaled to stop, walked forward alone, and said warmly: "What are you doing, Concubine Hen? Do you think I'm sick? Why don't you rest in the house, but come here to blow the wind?"
"I feel sad both physically and mentally." Yun Fenghuang did not look back, slowly waving the fan, still looking outside the railing, and said softly, "It's good to get some wind."
Chunjia followed her gaze and saw a handful of broken flowers in front of the chrysanthemum bush, scattered all over the ground. Compared with the blooming branches, it was even more desolate.
He thought deeply and asked slowly, "What's the matter?"
"There is no resurrection after death." It was only then that Yun Fenghuang turned his head, looked at him with a sad look in his eyes, and stood up. The clothes she wore were gorgeous but thin, and when the wind blew for a while, her unpainted cheeks showed a hint of green, which contrasted with the gloomy color between her eyebrows, and the word "sadness" was written all over her body.
However, he had no intention of telling the emperor in detail, so he changed the subject and said, "Bidong should have been busy with political affairs at that time. Why did you suddenly come to the harem? Is there anything that can happen?"
Chunjia concealed her suspicion and said, "I heard that I was sick, so I came to take a look."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I have been learning how to host the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet with the Queen for the past few months." Yun Fenghuang nodded slightly, but when he said that, he suppressed his previous depression and said calmly, "In addition, The advice given by some old people in the palace will not embarrass His Majesty and the empress dowager, our loving mother!"
"There is no rush about the banquet. There will be other big ceremonies after the Mid-Autumn Festival." Chunjia coughed dryly and hinted that the reason why I put aside government affairs and rushed here in a hurry was because I was worried that no one would represent me in the ring with the Queen. Worried about that person of mine, "I beg you to take care of your health."
Yun Fenghuang pursed his lips and smiled: "No."
Chunjia asked her kindly again: "The ruthless concubine just said that there is no resurrection after death, but I don't know who she was talking about?"
"An elder has passed away in two months, but the news has only recently reached the Imperial Capital." Yun Fenghuang sighed, "When I was at home, I was quite favored by the elder. I remember very much when I was a child. He made a promise that when he grew up and left the cabinet, he would continue to honor her... Who would have known that the concubine, Chuan Shemen, had chosen the things for her, but the person had passed away first. The son wanted to support her. I won’t wait for you to kiss me, I…”
She lowered her head to cover up her emotional fluctuations for a moment. When she raised her head, she had already regained her composure, "Actually, my elders are old, and the family is full of joy and mourning. I shouldn't be in such a mood. Your Majesty, please don't worry about me. Just calm down for a while."
"Then the wind shouldn't be blowing there." Chunjia stared at her for a while and said warmly, "If my elder Quandong hadn't known better, he wouldn't have wanted to see me suffering like that."
"No, what Bidong said." Yun Fenghuang's attitude was very upright and respectful, not the kind of uprightness and respect that was eager to send him away - no, no, no, wrong, wrong, wrong, okay, okay, no problem, I'll listen to you... Can you leave
Chunjia noticed it, expressed some concern quietly, then turned around and left on the pretext that she wanted to deal with government affairs.
After he left, Xie Hengyu and others crowded in. Xie Hengyu took a cloak with silk in his legs and said carefully: "Your Majesty..."
"Get lost!" Yun Fenghuang was uncharacteristically yelling without even raising his head.
"Mother, your Majesty said just now, even if you feel uncomfortable, don't suffer like that!" Xie Hengyu immediately knelt to the east and choked, "Who do you think is feeling better in the family now? Can you also... That's called What does the family think? What should I do if I call my wife? Madam, you have to be good, and only if you are good can the family have hope. Are you wrong? "
"..." Yun Fenghuang stood motionless for a while, then seemed to come to his senses, turned around and walked towards the palace.
Xie Hengyu quickly stood up and chased after her, putting his cloak on her shoulders.
After a while, the master and servant entered the room, and the Qing people from Qingdu presented the ginger soup. Yun Fenghuang drank most of the bowl with an expressionless face, and ordered Xie Hengyu and the waiters except the Qing people from Qingdu to retreat.
A group of palace people were sent out and scattered like birds and beasts.
But there was a young waiter who quietly went to the back hall and eavesdropped.
He had just hid it, when he heard a loud noise, and some heavy utensils were smashed - followed by Xie Hengyu's tearful "Mother, please calm down", and the people of the Qing Dynasty all urged "Anger will hurt your body, your Majesty will be killed." Cherish your own body and bones."
After a while, Yun Fenghuang's hateful voice sounded: "How could he...how dare he?! Sister Fifteen was very docile and obedient. At that time, the eldest, second and third bedrooms were jealous of his mother for taking over the eldest aunt as the head of the house. , often instigated him to target the wrong sister, but the fifteenth sister refused to coax him with them. In private, she often persuaded him to get along with her sister, asking whether the sister really loved him... A good person like the fifteenth sister... "
There was no sound as he spoke, and he just sobbed, as if he was too sad to say anything.
Xie Hengyu and the other three were talking in low voices. Because it was cold in that season, the doors and windows of the back hall were closed. The little waiter listened carefully with his ears straightened, but it was also intermittently. It was probably based on the emperor's words just now: My fifteenth sister Quan Dong Youzhi definitely couldn’t bear to see me so sad.
In the end, Yun Fenghuang couldn't hold it any longer and said, "We can't just let the matter go. I will go and report to Your Majesty the Lord. I must ask for justice for my fifteenth sister!"
"My Majesty, please don't beg!" After hearing this, the three people shouted in unison, followed by a "plop" sound, as if someone was kneeling to the east, and said repeatedly, "My Majesty, there are many doubts about Miss Sixth's affairs back then. Our Sixth Miss, who has been recognized as a gentle, virtuous and virtuous person since she was a child, how can Keke Hongxing cheat on her?! Is it possible that Mr. Wang has proven what happened to be irrefutable? The master and his wife are heartbroken and have no choice. Not only are they forced to soak the Sixth Miss in a pig cage, Not to mention that the girls including the empress, Miss Fifteen and others who have not left the cabinet are all deeply affected!"