Chapter seven hundred and eighty seventh peony spring drunk
"Liuhe, at today's dinner, you watched Gong Yueyue drink the glass of wine before turning back, right?" She was awakened by Queen Mother Wu's sudden question.
Liuhe walked slowly behind Empress Dowager Wu with a smile, and took off the bright pearl flowers on her temple hair, because she smiled and said: "Empress Gong didn't want to drink at first, and I think so. Pregnant people are always afraid of hurting the fetus.
."
Gently placing the removed flower beads on the dressing table, Liuhe looked at the graceful appearance of Empress Dowager Wu with her slightly closed eyes reflected in the clear bronze mirror, and said with a smile: "Later, when she heard that this glass of wine was related to
The Queen Mother reconciled and drank it immediately."
Taking a look at Queen Mother Wu's calm expression, she paused for a moment, then Liuhe smiled carefully and said, "It seems to me that Queen Gong is not bad-hearted, but she is young and energetic, and has a bit of a stubborn temper. Queen Mother, you don't have to fight with her."
Calculate."
Smiling softly, Empress Dowager Wu suddenly opened her eyes, her crow-colored eyelashes raised upward lightly, a gentle smile appeared on her lips, and she said in a clear voice: "Yes, if you contradict me, you will always suffer.
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The silky brush tip traveled over Gong Yueyue's white and delicate skin, and a cold, slight itch spread across Gong Yueyue's back. She gently moved her head and said coquettishly: "Chang Yuan, you haven't finished painting yet?"
Perhaps it was because of tonight's happiness, perhaps because of that cup of white pear blossoms. At that time, Gong Yueyue's petite cheeks were as red and lovely as the red beans on the branches in spring.
Looking at her cute and cute appearance, Zhao Changyuan gently leaned down and kissed her delicate red lips. After a moment, he reluctantly separated and said in a low voice: "Wait a little longer, this picture of peonies in spring will be ready."
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Let him trace lightly on her back, watching the intense red bloom on her body, Gong Yueyue caressed the long black hair hanging low on her chest, and a shy smile slowly spread on her lips.
There was no time to appreciate the flowers that Zhao Changyuan, who was good at painting, had sketched for him. Gong Yueyue, who was lying on the thin quilt, suddenly felt a long and dull pain in her abdomen. She frowned slightly, thinking it was just a moment of pain.
But in the moment of hesitation, the pain spread through the entire body. Gong Yueyue couldn't help shouting, and her whole body curled up into a ball.
Zhao Changyuan, who was writing a calligraphy and painting full of love for his wife, suddenly saw a large amount of blood in front of his eyes. The bright red blood flowed on the thin jade-white quilt, like big and beautiful peonies blooming, and Gong Yueyue's faint whisper echoed in his ears.
Calling, the candlelight in Chengxin Hall was suddenly blown out by the breeze, leaving only the cool moonlight shining quietly through the engraved window screen.
The noisy voices echoed in Gong Yueyue's ears all night long, Zhao Changyuan's anxious call and nervous face vaguely lingered in her eyes, and her body seemed to be separated from her soul that night.
The dripping sweat soaked the fine eyebrows in front of her smooth forehead. The burning pain was like a flame burning her remaining thoughts. She lay weakly between the soft and smooth quilt. At that time, she looked like a
The fragmented doll, with its pale face condensed into the sad and beautiful color of the tea flower.
A pair of dark eyes on the pale face were condensed with a cluster of waves. There were no tears, and no slight pain could be felt. All that could be felt was the cold and bone-chilling chill in his heart, which hit him in waves.
Memories made her complicated thoughts become more and more chaotic.
A glass of wine, a glass of mellow pear blossom white, easily strangled the fetus in her belly. Her thin red lips traced a trace of sadness. Gong Yueyue stared blankly at the jade-white soft gauze, as white as an onion tube.
His fingers were clenched into fists, and his long nails dug into the soft white palms with force.
She knew that it was Empress Dowager Wu's cup of white pear blossoms, which symbolized reconciliation, that caused the trouble. After losing her child, she cried and refused to fall asleep. She clutched Zhao Changyuan's chilong clothes tightly and cried bitterly.
However, her husband refused to believe that it was his mother who had strangled his child. Facing the confused Gong Yueyue, Zhao Changyuan's reaction was direct and quick, which was to avoid her and
Chengxin Palace where she lives.
"Do you think he will believe you!? Haha, Gong Yueyue, you are too naive, don't forget, he is my son!" Empress Dowager Wu's proud words will always echo like ghosts in the dark night, Gong Yueyue's bloody eyes
Her mind was so disturbed that she could not sleep peacefully.
Qin E walked carefully and slowly into the inner hall of Chengxin. She suppressed the grief and anger in her heart, tried hard to put a smile on her delicate cheeks, and said softly: "Girl, the sun is already high, so I will open the windows now.
It’s also good to get some fresh air.”
Saying that, Qin E walked slowly to the carved Xihong window. Just as she was about to raise her hand to push open the heavy wooden window, Gong Yueyue's clear voice came to her ears, "Don't open the window, don't let in the light."
Come into the light!”
Qin'e's soft little hand caressing the window frame could only drop down weakly. She calmed down and said with a smile: "The imperial kitchen has just cooked the best bird's nest porridge. Girl, please try it."
Knowing that Qin E wanted to make her feel comfortable, Gong Yueyue showed a sad smile on her pale cheek and said lightly: "Qin E, don't bother."
Listening to Gong Yueyue's melancholy voice, Qin E couldn't help but shed tears suddenly, and sobbed: "Girl, get well soon, don't make it difficult for yourself anymore. Seeing you like this, I feel sad in my heart.
sad."
Qin'e's faint cry came to her ears, and Gong Yueyue was unmoved and said softly: "Qin'e, you have suffered after following me all these years. I am a useless master who can't protect myself. I can't protect myself."
You guys, I can’t even protect the child in my belly!”
She closed her clear eyes slightly, and her slender crow-colored eyelashes quietly left a faint crow-green color on Gong Yueyue's pale face. She said lightly: "My husband doesn't believe me, Qin E, I am so annoying."
Do you hate me? Why do people want to harm me no matter in Chang'an or Lin'an!"
After a brief pause, Gong Yueyue's face remained calm and she said calmly: "It's enough to harm me, why do you want to harm the child in my belly?"
Before Qin E could speak, Gong Yueyue sighed lightly, turned over and faced the inner end of the bed, and said softly: "Go out and leave me alone for a while."
Since the miscarriage, as soon as she closes her eyes, Empress Dowager Wu's ferocious and proud smile will appear in Gong Yueyue's mind. Accompanied by the light of the clear and cold moon, lying in the silent Chengxin Palace, a strong icy chill spreads all over Gong Yueyue.
Yue's thin body.
Thinking of the little life that died before birth, Gong Yueyue would feel an undercurrent of pain in her heart. The pain in the past few days left her unable to pay attention to her lively son Zhong Yue, nor to take care of his daily diet.
, for the first time since Zhong Yue was born, Gong Yueyue entrusted him to the care of the nuns in the East Palace.
And she shut herself up in the dark Chengxin Palace, never leaving the house, not washing up, and barely eating. Gong Yueyue, who was already thin, is now even more emaciated.
She was upset that she had refused to bow her head and admit her mistake to Empress Dowager Wu against her will. If she had been willing to admit defeat at that time, such an incident would not have happened. (To be continued)