Speaking of this, several people's faces flashed through her mind - Wei Tingyue, the old prince, and then Pan Zhuqing. In her opinion, these people were somewhat suspicious. Especially Pan Zhuqing, who had been harmed many times before.
Pretty boy.
She lowered her head and refused to glance at Young Master. After all, that person was Young Master Evil's biological brother. If it were really him, things would be very complicated.
Suddenly, a shadow as light as smoke appeared in her mind. The tip of her nose seemed to smell a fragrance drifting by. She looked at the people at the table with clear eyes and asked, "How is Fu Yun?"
What responded to her was everyone's silence and soft sighs.
As night fell, the palace was shrouded in a layer of gloomy and heavy rain clouds. Fu Yun walked behind the two palace maids holding lanterns, with leisurely steps and a calm mind. Occasionally, he stretched his hands out of the corridor to feel the coolness of the rain on the back of his hands.
"How silly." She suddenly murmured to herself. "It's so nice outside, why do you have to come in?"
Her voice was very low and was quickly drowned out by the sound of wind and rain. No one, whether it was the palace maid walking in front or the guards standing outside the corridor, heard her. In other words, no one cared what she was saying.
The palace lanterns and the lanterns in the hands of the palace maids and eunuchs were swaying in the wind. When passing through the lotus pond, Fu Yun inadvertently lowered her head and saw the face she least wanted to see reflected in the water.
Thin, numb pain crept into my heart again, just like the originally calm water surface was wrinkled by raindrops. But soon, it returned to calm.
After walking around and arriving outside the imperial study room, the chamberlain on duty today was none other than Tong Xian. As soon as he saw Fu Yun, his face was slightly startled, he stepped forward to stop her, and asked in a low voice: "Girl, why are you doing this again?"
Forgot?" He said, pointing to his face.
Fu Yun smiled bitterly and reached out to touch his right cheek, the rough touch rubbing against his palm. "Thank you for your concern, Yun'er was in such a hurry today that she forgot to put on her veil."
Tong Xian shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, let's go in."
Fu Yun nodded slightly to him and stepped across the threshold.
Tong Xian frowned behind her and sighed inwardly: "You have such a beautiful face, how can you be willing to ruin yourself?"
In the brightly lit study room, the fragrance of books is pleasant. But now, no matter how beautiful the poems are, no matter how elegant the classics are, they can't calm the emperor's boredom.
The little princess's endless crying seems to still be echoing in this room...
"Brother General is not a thief! He is a hero!"
"Father, you cannot kill Brother General!"
"Father, how could you do this!"
I don’t know who spread the news to the princess and the prince. He clearly ordered everyone not to let the two children know about these troublesome things. They are still young, how can they understand the truth and importance of it?
First the prince, then the princess. In the past few days, he was almost scratched out of ear calluses. Starting from this evening, the headache started faintly again. Then Fu Yun was called to come and have a look.
Somehow, Fu Yun, a woman with an iconic appearance, is not a stunning figure. But she always exudes a comfortable aura around her. Most of the time, she doesn't need to do anything, just sit quietly beside her.
, can make people feel at ease.
The emperor had never seen such a woman. She was as pure and elegant as a jasmine flower. She did not fight for anything and was secretly fragrant. So he never expected that when he announced the decree to admit her into the harem, she would resist so strongly.
Watching her walk in lightly from the door. The simple hairpin was still inserted sideways in her bun. She used this hairpin to scratch her face that day. Later, when the imperial doctor examined her injuries, she was seriously injured.
She was shocked, and the depth of the wound was simply shocking. It was obvious that she was now cruel enough to destroy herself.
In the past two years, the emperor rarely allowed her to go out. Maybe he hated her in his heart, or maybe he simply ignored this person's existence. Only occasionally when he had a headache, he would order her to go for treatment. Lengxiang Garden was already remote.
He was deserted, and now he was even more disliked by others. Even the last maid and eunuch in the palace were too lazy to talk to him. If it weren't for Xiao Jun's care and Yuying girl's unwavering company, Fu Yun's life would probably be worse than in the cold palace.
The concubine is even worse.
When I met the saint today, she still looked as pure and simple as ever. She was still wearing the clothes she had sewn herself and the shabby jewelry she wore when she entered the palace. I heard that even her daily meals were made by her own hands in the hospital.
Vegetables and fruits grown in.
This soft and boneless woman has a stronger heart than a man!
The emperor didn't have much expression on his face, but his heart was already filled with ups and downs. It had to be said that she was probably the most special woman he had ever seen, and the woman he wanted most. The funny thing was, she was also the one he couldn't really have no matter what.
A woman. If you put her too far away, she will disappear without a sound. If you get too close, she will simply destroy herself.
While thinking, she had already arrived in front of him.
"See you, Your Majesty." The light and distant greeting made the air in the room even cooler.
The emperor said nothing, but gently raised his hand to signal her to get up.
"I wonder why the emperor summoned the daughter of the people?" It was obvious that she did not intend to spend a long time here, and she did not want to be alone with the emperor. Although she had stood up, she never raised her head to look at him.
The emperor was well aware of her emotions. His chest was unavoidable and his temples were bulging. "You despise me so much?" Although his tone was calm at the moment, he was filled with suppressed anger that was almost ready to explode.
"People's daughters don't dare. It's just that the emperor's power is superior, and people's daughters must not offend." Fu Yun said neither humble nor overbearing, and left the other party with almost no reason to refute. Either she didn't know what the emperor hated her most, or that it was her
Ignorance and indifference. But so what? As long as she can be free and peaceful, she will not hesitate to execute her.
The emperor frowned slightly and stared at her bun for a long time. A feeling of resentment rose up and down in his heart for a long time. Finally, he sighed deeply and said helplessly: "I have had a severe headache recently. I want you to take my place.
have a look."
Fu Yun then raised his head, but did not look at him. He just walked forward slowly.
Through the flickering candlelight, the scar on her face, which was as long as a little finger, was clearly visible, like a vicious snake, clinging to the originally white and beautiful face like a lotus. The emperor couldn't bear to open his eyes, feeling like he had something in his chest.
The claws lightly scratched.
As the beautiful figure slowly approached, a soothing medicinal aroma spread into the air around her.
"Judging from the pulse, the emperor feels a headache. It should be due to excessive thinking and strong anger. How has the emperor been sleeping well recently?" It has to be said that Fu Yun is worthy of the name of a famous doctor. No matter who the other party is, no matter what is in his heart.
No matter how much resentment there is, pulse checking will never be ambiguous.
The emperor couldn't help but smile bitterly. Only at this time could he see her rare concern. "It's just so-so..."
Just as Fu Yungang was about to speak again, Tong Xian's call came from outside the door, which made her lose all her senses - "Your Majesty, Master Pan is asking for an audience."
"Let him in." The emperor responded decisively and simply, which showed that Master Pan's visit was expected by him.
Unlike the one sitting next to him, the whole area was in chaos, with heaven and man at war.
"Master Pan? Which Master Pan is it? Master Pan, Pan Jingyuan? Or...or...him?" Fu Yun lowered his head, clenched his hands into pink fists and placed them on his knees, thinking in his heart
It was as if he was trying to catch a rabbit. "Could it be him? It couldn't be him, could it?"
She asked herself over and over again and speculated over and over again. She didn't know that her heartbeat at this moment was almost louder than the sound of that person's footsteps. It wasn't until the candlelight in front of her was mostly covered by a figure that she held her breath and paused.
have a bee in one's bonnet.
"Pan Zhuqing, a humble minister, comes to see the emperor."
A clear voice came to Fu Yun's ears along with the sound of patting her clothes. At this moment, it was like a pair of strong hands passing through her clothes and chest, grasping her heart. For a moment,
She forgot her heartbeat, forgot to breathe, forgot to think, forgot that she was still alive...
"Get up and speak." This was the emperor's voice. To Fu Yun's ears, it sounded like it was immersed in water, distant and vague.
Then there was another sound of clothes rubbing against each other. She knew that it belonged to him, Pan Zhuqing's voice. It was clearly discernible, so clear that she seemed to be able to hear every movement and every subtle expression he made when he stood up.
Even the way he looks right now...
She guessed that he should be wearing the dark green official uniform embroidered with gold thread and the soap-colored official boots with cloud bottoms. He always wore this official uniform to the palace for audience visits during the whole Zhao Dynasty. Entering the palace at this time, he probably hadn't had time to have dinner yet.
, or maybe he had a messy meal in the carriage, and his face was probably a little tired. When he walked in, his steps should be big, but not in a hurry. His face probably still had that faint look. She guessed that he had probably seen it.
When it comes to her, what kind of expression will he have? Will he pretend not to care and brush it off, or...or really not care? In fact, she already knows the answer, two years ago, two years ago
He didn't care about anything, and finally used today's strangers as the final proof.
In this way, she mobilized almost all her energy and attention to listen to him and speculate on him. However, she always lowered her head, and all she could see was the strange-looking Persian carpet pattern.
Even in the past two years, her only desire is to see him again. Even in the past two years, his silhouette, his voice, and all the memories about him are the only motivation to keep her alive. Even if he is here now
Next to her, so close that she can smell his breath. Even if she only needs to take a few steps to touch him now, or even reach out to hold him in her arms...or do nothing, just stand in front of him,
Looking at him quietly, filling up the holes in my heart that was so painful because of missing him, I finally died contentedly...
Even though there were so many things, she still buried her head motionless, burying all the longing for him in her heart. (To be continued)