Aunt Yunxi supported Concubine Mei as she walked back to Yichun Palace in the wind and snow. She didn't know what happened on the way. It was a bright sunny day, and it was time for the snow to melt, but goose feathers were floating in the sky again.

Heavy snow.

Yun Xi persuaded, "Mother, let's walk faster. It's snowing now. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Xia Rongxin was so heartbroken at this moment that she no longer cared about her own body. She staggered and walked leaning on Yun Xi's body. Recalling every moment she had spent with Qi Bingyu, Xia Rongxin felt aggrieved.

Over the years, she has given birth to a son and a daughter for Qi Bingyu. Without her, the entire royal family would have no nobles except the prince. After Lu Fushuang died, she did her best to help manage the affairs of the palace, worked hard and never complained, and would never let Qi Bingyu worry about it.

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Knowing that he misses Lu Fushuang, she has never complained. She even helped select women who looked like Lu Fushuang for him to choose from in the talent show. She has always treated him sincerely. Why, why does he seem to still be there until now?

I never took myself to heart.

Xia Rongxin doesn't understand, is the emperor really just the kind of person who only knows how to cherish after losing him? Will Qi Bingyu miss him like this after he dies?

Xia Rongxin's face was full of despair. He scolded himself in public about yesterday's feast. He could understand it, but when he knew that Lu Huiling had messed up all this, not only did he not take Lu Huiling's life, but now he was doing it in front of her.

It really chilled her to go to Tianlao to see her in public.

"Will the plum blossoms never bloom again?" Xia Rongxin looked up at the heavy snow falling from the sky, and then accidentally saw the withered plum blossom tree next to her, and couldn't help but ask.

Aunt Yun Xi was stunned for a moment, then she looked in the direction of Concubine Mei's eyes. The tree had already bloomed plum blossoms, and she thought it would not bloom again this winter, but if she said that now, she would definitely hurt Mei.

The heart of a noble concubine.

"My dear, the plum blossoms will bloom again next year." Aunt Yun Xi said in a gentle voice.

Aunt Yun Xi has been staying with Concubine Mei since she was just a noblewoman. She knows that Concubine Mei has a deep affection for the emperor. In her opinion, it has already surpassed Empress Mingxian's affection for the emperor.

emotion.

But I still can't figure out why the emperor never sees it?

I can't see Concubine Mei's sincerity and good intentions, and now I'm throwing Concubine Mei into the white snow for Lu Huiling, how can I bear it!

But Aunt Yunxi didn't know how to comfort Concubine Mei at this time. Concubine Mei must be very desperate now. She definitely didn't know what the meaning of what she had done in the past was.

Soon, they arrived at the Yichun Palace. Xia Rongxin walked in and looked up, and saw that the dormitory hall was made of sandalwood beams on the top of the clouds, lamps made of crystal jade, curtains made of pearls, and pillar foundations made of gold.

A crocodile twirled tent hangs beside a six-foot-wide agarwood bed. The tent is embroidered with beads and silver thread begonia flowers. When the wind blows, the twirls move like a phantom sea falling into the clouds.

There is a sapphire fragrant pillow on the couch, covered with soft silkworm ice cream, and stacked with jade belts and quilts.

A huge moon bead hangs on the top of the treasure in the palace, shining like a bright moon.

The ground is covered with white jade, embedded with golden beads. The ground is carved into a lotus shape, each blossoming into the shape of five lotus flowers. The petals are fresh and exquisite, and even the stamens are delicate and discernible. When you step on it with bare feet, you can only feel the warmth. It is actually hewn from Lantian warm jade.

, as straight as a jade lotus growing step by step, comparable to the extravagance of Pan Yuer's step by step golden lotus.

Surrounding the main hall, there are towering ancient trees, green trees, red walls and yellow tiles, which are magnificent.

It's such a big palace-like building, with golden glazed tiles shining dazzlingly in the sun.

On the top of the red and vermilion-lacquered door hangs a black gold-threaded nanmu plaque, with three large characters inscribed with dragons and phoenixes on it - "Yichun Palace".

This symbolizes the emperor's supreme love for Xia Rongxin, but in Xia Rongxin's eyes, these have long become nothingness.

"Your Majesty, I will help you to rest." Aunt Yun Xi felt very uncomfortable when she saw Concubine Mei's condition.

Xia Rongxin leaned on the bed of the imperial concubine, looked at the white snow outside the window, and sang a tune from the Qinhuai period: "There are talented people in the southern country, who dance with light green waists. The feast is nine autumn twilight, and the flying clothes are blowing in the clouds and rain. They are as graceful as orchids and green grass,

As graceful as a swimming dragon. The more beautiful the stream is, the more beautiful Wu Ji stops. The slowness cannot be exhausted, and the graceful curves end. The low back lotus breaks through the waves, and the chaotic snow lingers in the wind. When the Er falls, the stream flows?, and the train is trying to trace the sky. I am just sad.

If you can't catch it, fly away to catch it."

The song lingers miserably and erratically in Yichun Hall, which makes people feel heartbroken.

Aunt Yun Xi then knelt down beside the imperial concubine, also shedding tears silently.

Eunuch Rongfu stood outside the door, listening to the imperial concubine's singing, and naturally he felt uncomfortable.

At this time, Qi Wangshu and Qing Yin were preparing to come to Yichun Hall to pay their respects to their mother and concubine. Who knew that as soon as they entered the door, they heard such singing, and she was stunned.

Qi Wangshu walked in. Seeing that the princess was coming, Rongfu was about to salute and report. Qi Wangshu raised his hand to stop him, and then walked straight in.

At this time Xia Rongxin had closed her eyes and rested.

Aunt Yun Xi felt the princess coming in and quickly stood up to greet her. Qi Wangshu raised his hand to stop her as well, and then walked to his mother's side.

I could see that the concubine's figure was slightly thin at this time, her gentle face had delicate features, and the rosy lips were eye-catching and prominent on her slightly pale face.

Her cheeks were sunken deeply, and her usually bright eyes seemed to have turned into two black holes at this time. The corners of her mouth squirmed slightly, and she breathed rapidly.

Suddenly, her eyes moved slightly, she struggled to move the corners of her mouth, and made a cough-like sound from her throat.

She seemed to want to speak, but couldn't utter a word. When we met when she was sick, tears flowed first when she wanted to speak, because of the delicate illness and the little tear stains on the beautiful face.

Such a look made Qi Wangshu feel extremely distressed. She was the daughter of the concubine, and mother and daughter were connected. She could best understand how distressed the concubine was at this moment.

When she came, she had already heard about what had just happened in Qinzheng Palace. She could not imagine why her father could be so cruel to her mother and concubine.

But Qi Wangshu couldn't do anything. He could only hold his mother's hand and squat aside, looking up at the heavy snow falling in the sky.

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The frontier at this time.

Dark clouds roared in the sky and cut through thunder and lightning, and the blood-red smell spread over the ruins that were silent for a moment but noisy at the same time.

The wails and sword shadows that had just dissipated bloomed in the wind again. The piled up remains were ferocious and terrifying, and the thick atmosphere made people almost suffocated.

At this moment, half of the remaining troops of both sides have been killed, and the leaders facing each other in front of the battle array are exhausted and determined. The final decisive battle between Tianchao and Great Liang has become a bloody and tragic battle.

Qi Jingqin sat on the horse staring at the cold wind, his eyes slightly red. For this battle, they stayed up for several nights without closing their eyes.

The strong wind swept the sand across his face. After nearly half a year of fighting, his face had already become weathered and tough.
Chapter completed!