It's still early spring, the sun is sunny and warm, and the breeze is gentle.
Looking through the curtain, the courtyard is quiet and silent, except for the parrot on the porch, which occasionally flaps its wings lazily, and the golden bells on its feet jingle.
After sleeping for a long time, she was just a little tired and too lazy to get up, so she called the palace maid close to her: "Xiang Yin."
But instead of Xiang Yin coming in, a familiar figure startled her, and she even saluted.
Forgot: "Your Majesty ――" It was very disrespectful to be in front of the emperor with his hair slightly loose, but the emperor just smiled: "I see you slept well and didn't let anyone wake you up."
With such pampering, there was such a look in his eyes, as if it was.
She was his lost treasure.
Everyone said that she was the most favored person in the Sixth Palace.
Because of the draft in July, she was registered as a concubine in December.
At the same time, Tong Jia was promoted to a noble concubine.
Concubine Tong was the sister of Empress Xiaoyi and had been acting in charge of the harem since the death of Empress Xiaoyi.
On that day, there was another noble lady who was promoted to be a good concubine.
She was the biological mother of the eighth son of the emperor.
Because of her humble background, the emperor never paid attention to her.
This time, everyone in the palace said that she was promoted to the concubine position because of her eighth prince.
The elder brother who looked most like an emperor in appearance and temperament was only eighteen years old, and he had already sealed Baylor.
The promotion was a happy event.
Concubine Tong took the lead.
The three of them hosted a banquet for several eminent harem heads.
Concubine Rong, Concubine Yi, Concubine De, and Concubine Hui all enjoyed the honor.
The whole room was chatting and laughing.
Very lively.
That was the first time she met the good concubine.
The good concubine was quiet and even smiled calmly.
She always felt that the good concubine looked kind-hearted, but she never recalled where she had seen her.
During the dinner, she felt that Concubine Yi was looking after Liangbi, but she didn't understand how two people with such completely different personalities could get along.
Later, someone said that it was because the Eighth Prince and the Ninth Prince had a close relationship.
She didn't take it to heart because the emperor never liked his concubines talking about the affairs of the previous dynasty.
As she thought this, she couldn't help but have a dazed look on her face, but the emperor liked her hesitant look the most.
He shook her hand and suddenly said: "I will teach you how to write."
The emperor liked to teach her to write, and every time he would write an imperial poem.
Once, he even taught her to write his name.
She was a slow learner, but he was always willing to teach her step by step.
When teaching her to write, he always didn't speak, and he didn't like her talking.
He just held her hand silently, drawing one stroke at a time, with great care, as if it was the most important thing in the world.
The brush was soft and curved, and the words he wrote were always awkward, horizontal like earthworms and vertical like branches.
Sometimes she couldn't help laughing, but he never tired of it.
Occasionally he would be lost in thought, with an unpredictable trance in his eyes.
In her impression, although the emperor was gentle, he was unfathomable.
No one dared to guess his thoughts, and neither did she.
There were so many concubines in the harem, but he cared for her so much.
Everyone said that she was blessed.
In fact, she liked lively people very much, but the emperor didn't like it, so she had to keep silent in front of him.
He likes her to wear blue-colored clothes.
Jiangning, Suzhou, and Hangzhou weave new tribute clothes, and the clothes he gives her are always blue, lake, lotus, and smoke blue satin, Japanese satin, brocade, government satin, and damask.
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There are so many clothes for the four seasons, including gauze, Luo, tapestry and Hangzhou silk.
At the age of seventeen, who doesn’t love red and rich colors?
But because he doesn’t like it, he has to always dress as plainly as a new lotus.
In the second year after entering the palace, she gave birth to a little princess, who was recorded as the eighteenth daughter of the emperor on the jade certificate of the clan's mansion.
However, she died just a few months after she was born.
Naturally, she cried bitterly, and the emperor hurried over to see her after leaving the court.
Seeing her grief, his eyes were full of endless pity, mixed with indescribable pain that she did not understand.
He had never looked at her like that, so sad, so desperate, as if what he had lost was not a daughter, but a world he cherished.
Although he had so many princesses and brothers, at this moment he was sad and seemed to be even more sad.
More than her.
She cried so hard that she choked, and her tears soaked his clothes.
He just hugged her silently.
Finally, he said, "I owe you so much."
That was the only time he didn't call himself "I" in front of her.
She had never heard him speak in such a low tone, weak and confused, as helpless as an ordinary person.
In her memory, he will always be the supreme Lord of Ten Thousand Vehicles.
Although he treats her well, after all, he is the king and she is the minister.
And despite the gap of thirty years, he may not know what she wants, although he has never been willing to give her the best things in the world.
A few days later, the Ministry of Internal Affairs followed the decree and the good concubine was promoted to the good concubine.
Wang said casually: "After all, it is my son who strives for success.
Although the emperor does not want to see her, for the sake of the eighth master, he is always willing to give her face."
She felt sad for some reason, and then Wang realized that she had said the wrong thing.
He quickly smiled and said: "My sister is still so young, and her love for the saints is strong.
She will definitely have a little brother next year."
However, she has never given birth to another child.
What the concubines in the harem want most is to have a son, but if they have a son, they will have everything.
Although the good concubine has her eighth prince, she is still so lonely.
Except for the pilgrimage, she was rarely seen walking around the palace.
The emperor was old and missed his old friendship.
When he was free, he liked to talk to the concubines who entered the palace early.
But Concubine De, Concubine Yi, and Concubine Hui had never heard of the past.
Go to the good concubine.
The days in the palace were so quiet that there seemed to be no waves.
The concubines were very kind to her because they knew the emperor loved her.
This love may really last forever, for a lifetime.
She and Wang got along best because they were almost the same age.
One time, I was sitting at Concubine Tong's place, and everyone was talking lively.
Concubine Yi suddenly laughed and said, "Look, they really look like a pair of sisters."
Looking closely, she actually didn't look much like Mrs.
Wang.
But the profile of the chin has the same soft arc.
Concubine De smiled and said: "Your Majesty likes melon-seed faces, but pitiful me for my round face.
Earlier, I thought I was pretty, but now I have to call it a cakewalk."
Yi Bi couldn't hold back her smile, and she almost spit out her tea.
In fact, Concubine De was still very beautiful, and her round face must have been as bright as the bright moon back then.
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Which of the women in this harem is not beautiful?
Or rather, which one was not beautiful before?
Thinking about this, there is always a trace of panic in my heart, an empty panic.
Although the emperor treated her well as always, he took a nap that day and came over to see her.
He asked her with a smile on his face: "Today is your birthday, so I asked the imperial kitchen to prepare silver noodles.
I will eat noodles with you later."
"she He was startled for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Your Majesty remembered it wrong, I was born in October, and it was just after the Dragon Boat Festival."
The emperor said oh, but still smiled on his face, but his eyes were full of what she wanted.
I don’t understand that kind of trance.
She said angrily: "Your Majesty is remembering whose birthday it is, and yet he came to deceive me."
The emperor smiled and did not answer, and only said: "I have many things to do, and I am confused."
After the emperor left, she went to the palace of Concubine Yi.
By chance, she met Concubine Yi as she was escorting Concubine Liang out.
Since they didn't come and go often, she specially called "Sister Liang" with a smile.
Concubine Liang was always polite but distant to others, so a nod of her head was regarded as a return gift. .
Concubine Yi led her into the Nuan Pavilion.
It happened that the palace maid was clearing away the snacks on the table.
Seeing the silver noodles, she smiled and said, "It turns out that today is the birthday of sister Yi Fei."
Then she remembered the emperor's birthday incorrectly. , told it as a funny story.
However, Concubine Yi seemed to be quite touched.
After a long time, she let out a long sigh.
Concubine Yi was the most cheerful and lively person, and she rarely looked so melancholy, which made her quite puzzled.
The emperor felt that the rules in the palace were complicated, so he seemed to spend half of the year in Changchun Garden.
The garden is so big, with red flowers and green willows, and the scenery is picturesque all year round.
In autumn, the maple leaves are like fire, surrounding the pavilions and waterside pavilions, just like the entire garden is illuminated by the light of candles.
After taking a boat, we were in the glaze-smooth sea.
There were maples on both sides of the bank, reflecting in the water and making the waves sparkle.
The emperor ordered someone to prepare pen and ink.
He was always elegant and good at painting, so he carefully painted the surrounding water and sky on the imperial desk in the cabin, wrote a new poem, and recited it to her sentence by sentence.
She didn't understand, and he didn't explain, he just smiled and looked infinitely happy.
On a whim, he suddenly said: "I will paint your portrait."
She knew that the emperor liked to be dignified, so she sat down properly and tried her best to look calm.
He stared at her for a long time, his eyes so focused, like the fiery red maples on the shore, as if they were about to burn people's sight.
After what seemed like a long time, he lowered his head to the plain silk and sketched several strokes with light ink.
He was moving the brush freely, and suddenly he stopped painting.
She was sitting very close to the imperial desk, and when she saw that the face had been drawn on the thin silk, and the profile looked so familiar, she asked: "Why didn't the emperor draw any more?"
The emperor threw the pen on the inkstone, and there was a "pop" sound. , a few ink dots splashed out, and he said lightly: "I won't draw anymore, it's boring."
She picked up the plain silk with some regret.
In the dots of ink, the outline of the face was soft and beautiful.
She said with a smile: "The emperor painted the concubine beautifully."
The jade beauty on the silk has slightly different features from hers.
Frail as Liao Ran's morning star, and like a curtain rolling in the west wind, the cut-veined chrysanthemum, although only an outline, is lifelike.
She was lost in thought when she suddenly heard the emperor's command: "Put it down."
She called out: "Your Majesty."
He still had the same indifferent expression: "I tell you to put it down."
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She knew that the emperor was angry, but it was the first time that he was doing this without any reason.
She put the silk back on the table as if she was angry, and said to both of them: "I take my leave."
He had always been willing to accommodate her petty nature, even with a hint of indulgence, and always smiled when she was getting angry.
This time, he turned around and called Li Dequan: "Send the master off the ship."
For a moment, I just felt extremely disappointed.
After all, I was young and energetic, and I felt like I couldn't get over it.
After leaving the royal boat and taking a small boat back to the shore, I was still angry.
Stepping on the bluestone, I suddenly looked up and saw someone coming with flowers and willows.
I thought it was a eunuch waiting on an errand, so I wanted to order him to call his maid, so he said: "Hey, come here."
Hearing the greeting, the man turned around instinctively.
She was surprised.
The man was not a eunuch.
He was about thirty years old.
He was wearing a black satin tuanfu robe, an azurite batulu vest, and a mere A black satin cap with a red velvet knotted top, but with a bright yellow belt around his waist, he was clearly a prince.
The eunuch accompanying the prince had already made a greeting: "With the master."
Only then did the prince understand her identity, and he quickly and calmly bowed and saluted: "Yin, please give my regards to my mother and concubine."
He had eyes as dark as the night.
Although the princes had different looks, this Yi His eyes are clear and bright.
She said politely: "Fourth Master, please wake up.
I always heard that Sister De Fei was thinking about Fourth Brother."
In fact, the fourth son of the Emperor was raised by Queen Xiaoyi since he was a child, and he was quite alienated from his biological mother.
However, when he met like this, he had to try his best to find her. words to cover up the embarrassment.
The fourth prince still looked very calm: "Ying just came into the garden to pay his respects to E Niang."
There were no clues in his dark eyes.
She had long heard that the fourth prince had a gloomy temperament and was the most elusive. , but it turned out to be the case.
According to the rules, concubines and adult princes in the harem should be avoided.
It is not appropriate to encounter them in such a hurry.
Moreover, she is young, several years younger than the fourth prince in front of her.
Being called mother and concubine by him made her feel uncomfortable.
He stood up and said immediately: "Yin, please leave."
She didn't remember anything else.
She only remembered that the sunset that day stretched out in the mid-sky, brilliant purples and reds, shining on those maple leaves in full swing, making them even more brilliant, like They are the fireworks that bloom in the sky during the Lantern Festival.
Such colorful patterns are called "Longevity without Borders" and are set off every year to make the emperor smile.
She suddenly became melancholy, "Boundless longevity, will it really be possible to live forever?"
She thought of the emperor's face, tall and thin, with fine lines at the corners of his eyes, making his eyes always unfathomable.
But Yin Ge just now had a smooth face and bright eyes, just like the water in the sea, with a kind of anger under the calmness.
She turned around and saw the dusk crow flying towards the plain forest in the distance, screaming.
It was dusk all around, and the wonderful garden scenery gradually became blurry, like a dream.
The days that followed seemed to be still uneventful.
The disputes in the previous dynasty spread to the harem by chance.
When he deposed the prince, the emperor seemed to have aged ten years overnight.
He didn't eat or drink for several days, and became seriously ill.
There were many fights among his elder brothers, and the one who supported the eighth son of the emperor was the most vocal.
Although the harem did not interfere with the government affairs of the previous dynasty, she could often tell that the emperor was unhappy.
One night he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night.
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His cold hand touched her cheek.
She woke up from her sleep, but he called her in a low voice: "Linlang."
This was the first time she heard this name.
The emperor's hands were slightly rough, and the tiger's mouth had calluses from holding a bow.
The soft silk brocade quilt was rustled across, and he turned over and fell asleep again.
Later, she also forgot.
In the fifty-seventh year of Kangxi's reign, she was promoted to concubine.
The honor and favor that has lasted for twenty years can be regarded as an anomaly.
It was a very lively day for the concubine.
Several concubines in the harem who were close friends prepared a banquet.
She was drunk with a lot of wine, and in the end, she was quite drunk.
After taking off her evening makeup, I looked at the glass mirror on the makeup box, my cheeks still as hot and as bright as peach blossoms.
She looked at herself in the mirror with sadness.
She was beautiful after all.
She was thirty-six years old, but she looked like she was only twenty years old.
When beauty fades, love fades.
Can she continue to be so beautiful until the end of time?
Four more years later, the emperor was already looking old, but he still came to talk to her every few days.
She politely asked him to raise a prince.
The emperor thought for a moment and said, "I know what you mean.
Brothers are already old.
It's the same if I choose one of the emperor's grandsons to bring to you."
He pondered for a moment and said, "Hongli from the fourth family is very good. , I will order someone to bring him into the palace tomorrow.
Come, let me show you."
The emperor was always careful and said, "There are many disputes in the palace.
I just said that I will leave it to you and the noble concubine to raise her together."
Concubine Tong has a noble position, so she can avoid a lot of gossip.
My heart felt slightly warm.
The grandson of the emperor, whose nickname is "Yuan Shou", has a pair of dark and bright eyes, is very polite, sensible and cute.
With him, it seemed like there was laughter in the whole palace.
Every day when he came back from the study, Cheng Huan was at his knees, which often made her forget all her worries.
One time when the emperor came over, Yuan Shou happened to be finishing school.
The emperor asked about the birth certificate.
Although Yuan Shou was young, he was extremely competitive.
With a childish voice, he recited Ai Lian loudly and said: "Among the flowers of land and water, the most lovely are flowers.
Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums; since Li Tang Dynasty, people in the world have flourished.
Love peony; I love lotus alone It emerges from the mud but is not stained, washes the clear ripples without being evil, is straight in the middle and outside, has no vines or branches, the fragrance is clear and clear, and the pavilion is planted quietly."
The emperor sat cross-legged on the kang, smiling and listening, she sat in the small On the table, my heart is filled with warm joy.
After Yuan Shou returned home, he returned to the palace.
He paid her respects first, presented her with some Xiang Zhi Wan, and said, "Here is my wife to escape the summer heat."
In Manchu, she called her grandmother "Mrs." and the children always called her that.
She smiled.
He took him into his arms and asked, "Did your mother-in-law ask you to come in?"
Yuan Shou looked at her with a pair of bright black eyes and said, "No, it's Ama."
The Ama he was talking about was, of course, the fourth son of the emperor, Ying.
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She couldn't help but be slightly startled, Yuan Shou said: "Ama asked Yuan Shou how he was doing in the palace, and I was very grateful to my wife."
She suddenly remembered many years ago. , under the red maples all over the sky in Changchun Garden, the tall and tall fourth prince had dark eyes, stretched out his hand to stroke Yuan Shou's shiny black and smooth hair, and sighed softly.
What was supposed to come finally came.
On November 13, the 61st year of Kangxi's reign, the emperor died in Changchun Garden.
All the concubines and concubines were not accompanying them in the palace.
The princes followed the imperial edict and it was the fourth son of the emperor who succeeded him.
She didn't care about all this, because she knew from the moment she heard the bad news that her life was completely different.
From now on she was a dowager, a forty-year-old dowager with no son to rely on.
Although Concubine Tong is nominally in charge of the Sixth Palace, she is actually in charge of most of the affairs in the harem.
Emperor Daxing cried in front of his soul.
After crying for a long time, his sadness seemed to be numb.
After entering the palace for more than twenty years, she had enjoyed all the kindness he treated her, but there was still today, the day she left him.
She didn't know whether she was mourning the past or the future.
Perhaps she still had a future.
In addition to crying every day, she also had to brace herself to inspect the relics of Emperor Daxing.
The general manager of Qianqing Palace, Consultant Xing, with red and swollen eyes, held a box of red sandalwood and said: "This is what Long live the Lord put on his pillow." ” Before he could finish his sentence, he was choked and unable to speak.
Seeing that the box was extremely delicate and tightly sealed, she was afraid that it was something important, so she said to her advisor: "Leave this to the outside."
She felt it was inappropriate as soon as she said it, so she thought for a while and said, "It's better to invite the emperor. " The consultant was startled for a moment before he realized that she was referring to the successor emperor.
Although it was against the rules, he knew that the matter was of great importance, perhaps extremely important, and he was afraid of being involved, so he went to invite the imperial chariot himself.
The heir emperor's heavy filial piety highlighted his pale and bloodless face.
After entering the palace, he greeted the concubine as the emperor would do when meeting his concubine.
She also bowed and bowed, and saw him raise his eyes because he had not been keeping vigil for several days.
Mian, his eyes had stooped down, and his eyes were completely bloodshot.
Yuan Shou's sparkling eyes turned out to be so similar to him.
The light in the hall was dim, and the curtains everywhere were all white, as if covered with a layer of fine dust.
Everything was dull and dull, and the setting sun shone on it, making it look even more decadent.
She paused and said, "This box is a relic of Emperor Daxing.
Since it is placed beside the imperial pillow, it must be something important, so I specially invited the emperor to present it to him."
The emperor said oh, and Su Peisheng, the eunuch in charge behind him, took it.
The emperor only ordered: "Open."
He always had a serious temper, and once he spoke, Su Peisheng did not dare to question, so he immediately took a copper solder and pried open the small copper lock.
There was a yellow silk padding at the bottom of the box, but there was no written edict.
There was only a flat gold embroidered purse.
She was extremely surprised, and the emperor was slightly astonished.
He reached out and picked up the purse.
He saw that the front of the purse was embroidered with a dragon pattern in gold thread, and the bottom was decorated with bright yellow tassels.
It was obviously a royal item.
The emperor opened the purse without thinking. but It is a white jade pendant, warm to the touch, with words engraved on it in gold thread, which is "A deep love will not last long, and strong will be humiliating; a humble gentleman is as gentle as jade."
Under the jade pendant, there is a lock of a woman's hair, Fine, warm and soft, with a strange fragrance.
Seeing the embarrassment, she coughed lightly and said, "It turns out it's not an important document."
The emperor said, "Since it was the late emperor's personal belongings, there must be some deep meaning in it, so I asked my mother and concubine to keep it for me."
Then he enshrined the purse.
She stretched out her hand to take it, and then she remembered that this behavior was extremely unruly.
She glanced at the emperor silently, but he happened to raise his eyes and glanced at her face.
She couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in her heart.
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On the second day of the funeral, something happened before the death of Emperor Daxing.
The successor emperor is the daughter of Concubine De.
Although Concubine De has not yet taken the title of Queen Mother, her position has been determined.
She should lead the concubines who cry every day.
Unexpectedly, Concubine De entered the main hall where the spirit was suspended that day, but Concubine Yi ordered someone to carry her soft couch from the side of Lali, and got ahead of Concubine De.
Naturally, there was a slight commotion among the concubines.
She knelt in the crowd, still feeling the numb doubt in her heart, why did Concubine Yi suffer because she looked down upon the new emperor like this.
Although there were quite a few complaints about the imperial edict in the palace, no one dared to question it openly.
Concubine Yi's failure to show face to the new queen mother was like a slap in the face to the emperor.
At dusk, she went to see Concubine Yi.
Concubine Yi was still ill even today.
When she saw her, she just smiled sadly: "Good sister, if I can go with Emperor Daxing, it will be considered a blessing for me."
Her There was also a chill in my heart.
After the late emperor passed away, they, the concubines, would have to move to Xisansuo.
Especially since she had no children, how would she be able to survive the long days ahead.
But she comforted Concubine Yi and said, "Sister, just for Brother Jiu, you have to take care of yourself."
When mentioning her beloved youngest son, Concubine Yi couldn't help but take a breath and said, "I'm just worried about Brother Jiu."
After a moment, suddenly, Weeping: "Linlang is lucky after all, he can die before the emperor."
She didn't feel it at first, but like thunder, followed by the sound of the wind and rain, the name was vague and clear in her memory, as if it was crucial, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it before, so she blurted out: "Linlang Who is it?"
Yi Fei breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's the eighth brother's mother.
She has been gone for eleven years.
It's better than watching people being used as swords and slaves and me as fish and meat."
It was so thrilling, not because of the sentence "I'm a swordsman, but for fish and meat", but I suddenly recalled the same cold winter month in the fiftieth year of Kangxi's reign.
It was snowing heavily.
Li Dequan, who was waiting for the emperor's daily life, sent someone to report that the emperor's holy bow was contrary to the agreement. .
She went to visit An in the snow, and vaguely heard the conversation between Li Dequan and the imperial doctor outside the Nuan Pavilion.
She pieced together the fragmented sentences: "Master Long Live seemed to be having a nightmare.
Later he finally fell asleep peacefully.
The funeral letter from Chu Xiugong arrived.
At that time Master Long Live vomited out a mouthful of blood.
Look, all the clothes on his lapel are now purple."
The imperial doctor's voice was even lower: "It's because the heart is broken and the pain is too severe, so the blood doesn't return to the heart."
The emperor did not see her because the eunuchs had spread rumors that the eighth prince was coming, so she had to avoid it first.
Later, she heard that the eighth prince cried bitterly in front of the emperor for several hours, his voice was hoarse and his throat was hoarse from crying.
The emperor couldn't help but see his son like this.
He was also heartbroken, and even the dinner was useless.
He reduced his diet for several days, and finally spared the eighth prince who was greatly criticized when he deposed the prince.
However, not long after the prince was restored to power, he was deposed again.
Since then, the emperor has been intermittently bowing, and his health has been good and bad, and he is not as good as before.
She clearly remembered that in a quiet night, when she dreamed back at midnight, the emperor once called "Linlang."
What was tied to this name was a deep love like the sea, and the past collapsed, everything she had.
That woman with peaceful features suddenly became clearer than ever in her memory.
The outlines are clear, and the pain is so familiar that it is inevitable.
It turns out to be her, it turns out to be her.
My favorite for more than twenty years turned out to be her.
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Just like the funniest joke, not a single bit of everything I believe in belongs to me.
She thought of the emperor's outlines drawn one by one on the plain silk, his brows vaguely moving.
Why was he angry?
Because his strokes were as smooth as clouds and flowing water, as if he had already described the face a thousand times in his mind, so he waved it away.
Just, without any hesitation.
He hid it so well.
He hid it from himself and everyone.
I'm afraid he even hid it from himself.
But you can't deceive your heart, you can't deceive the deepest memory in your heart.
There are the most distinct imprints there.
As long as you pick up the pen, you will unknowingly outline the imprints.
This half of my life has turned out to be just a big joke.
She had been pampered by the ninety-five-year-old emperor for half her life, but not even half of this pampering was given to her.
What else does she have?
She actually has nothing, in this deep and silent palace.
The mourning in front of the Daxing Emperor's Zi Palace that day was not the heartbreaking wail at first, nor the excruciating weeping afterwards, but silent tears, as if all the tears of a lifetime were shed at this moment.
All.
She didn't know how long she had been kneeling in front of the soul.
She only felt that her eyes were so swollen and painful that it was difficult to open her eyes, her hands and feet were numb and weak, but her heart was even more hopelessly numb.
After the funeral, fewer and fewer concubines came to Qianqing Palace to cry.
It turns out that no matter how deep the sadness is, it can slowly cool down.
The setting sun shone into the vast and lonely palace, stretching her lonely figure into an elder.
She stood up slowly and walked towards His Majesty Dan.
Suddenly her vision went dark and she fell down.
It didn't take long before I gradually woke up.
Several eunuchs around her were anxious.
She was dizzy and closed her eyes again.
When she opened them, she saw that the leader was Su Peisheng, the chief eunuch.
It turned out that she had been helped to the veranda of Qianqing Palace.
She struggled to sit up, and the emperor told Su Peisheng: "Go and summon the imperial physician."
She shook her head and said, "No need."
It must be that the water and rice were not eaten that day, and she had been crying for too long just now, so she became angry.
Passed out on the ground.
Since she said this, Su Peisheng didn't know whether he should obey the order or not.
She was supposed to be a concubine, but she had to obey the holy order.
Just as he was hesitating, the emperor already signaled him to stop.
Only then did she realize that this was the east veranda of the Qianqing Palace, where the emperor would "sit on the ground during the day and sleep on the thatch at night."
She thought everyone was at a loss just now, so they helped her here.
The emperor was still very polite, and under such circumstances, he had to find something to say, so he said: "In the past, Hongli was in the palace, and he was taken care of by his mother and concubine."
She replied: "Your Majesty, you are polite.
The fourth elder brother is very talented.
People love it."
Then the hall became silent again, only a deep coldness, and you could hear the ticking clock on the kang table behind you
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