In front of the main hall, Ruan Yuyi knelt on the bluestone slab, while Mu Xiang, who was accompanying her, knelt behind her and held an umbrella for her.
Xu Shitian felt pity for the little lady and stopped the rain, but it was late autumn after all, and the cold air penetrated through the fabric of her clothes and penetrated into her bones. Even if it only lasted for a while, she was stung by the cold air.
A higher person in the palace can overwhelm others. If Concubine Shu intends to hit her, if she dodges it once, she may not be able to dodge it the next time.
The rain was still pouring down, and the cool breeze brought with it the slightly fishy smell of the earth.
Her face became increasingly pale, and she felt unbearable abdominal pain, with a dull, sinking pain. She pressed her upper abdomen slightly, and knew that her menstruation was coming. She couldn't bear the pain, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she moved impatiently.
.
A clear female voice came from far away, "Didn't my sister become a palace concubine? What have you done? Why are you kneeling here?" Zhaorong said mockingly and stood still in front of her.
She just went to the new emperor to ask for an order, but he was still cold and refused to let go. She was holding back her anger, and when she happened to pass by and saw Ruan Yuyi's appearance, she naturally felt sarcastic.
She looked at Ruan Yuyi with her usual arrogance.
The news that Ruan Yuyi was placed outside the palace also reached her ears. Although she was brought into the palace again for some unknown reason, Zhaorong thought that the little emperor brother was just interested in her skin rather than his sincerity.
Treat each other, otherwise why would you treat her so coldly?
Zhaorong felt happy.
Beauty ages easily, but it is difficult to serve the king with her beauty for long. If she were thrown into the palace and worked hard, it would be worse than being the concubine of that idiot in the Cheng Mansion.
Ruan Yuyi was in a daze due to abdominal pain. She only knew that the person in front of her was the eldest princess, but she couldn't even hear what she was saying by opening and closing her mouth.
Mu Xiang walked forward on her knees and helped her, her eyes full of worry.
After her young lady fell into the water at the Holy River Temple last time, Yue Xin was not sure. She must be looking menacing now.
Ruan Yuyi lowered her head. Zhao Rong couldn't see her expression or reply. He thought he had suppressed her, and even lowered his voice and said, "Sister, don't look at the Qionglou Yuyu in this imperial city. Do you know that there are buried things underneath?"
How many dry bones?”
Appearance is the most irresistible thing. The palace is constantly changing. Who knows whether the rosy concubine one day will be reflected on the rafters in the most terrifying appearance the next day.
Mu Xiang didn't react in time. Zhao Rong took the umbrella from his hand and handed it to Bai He. "Since you have been punished, you have to look like you are being punished. Why are you still holding the umbrella and enjoying this comfort?"
Bai He understood and threw the oil-paper umbrella to the ground. After a few moments, the umbrella ribs were broken and the umbrella cover painted with red plums was broken.
The broken umbrella was thrown away carelessly.
The raindrops mixed with the coolness of late autumn hit Ruan Yuyi directly. In a short time, her black hair and clothes were completely wet, and a few locks of hair stuck to the side of her face, making her look like a person dyed with ink and wash.
It will disperse with the wind.
Zhaorong stared for a while, chuckled a few times, and walked away with his forged shoes.
At this moment, she couldn't tell whether it was the cold air on her knees that hurt more, or whether her lower abdomen hurt more. She said confusedly, "Muxiang, go and find Your Majesty." She opened her lips slightly and breathed out a burning breath.
breath.
She really had nowhere to turn to and could only turn to him.
In a daze, she thought that the man was a romantic young man who pretended to be the prince. He would put a big cloak on her and take her to release the Kongming Lantern. However, she forgot that under the gentle skin, he was inhumane, cold and cruel.
The real him.
Mu Xiang got the order and hurriedly wanted to go, but then stopped and asked, "My lord, are you really okay?" She was not at ease about leaving the young lady here alone.
She shook her head slightly and tightened her grip on her lower abdomen, her fingertips turning white.
He will come, she thought.
Mu Xiang no longer hesitated, turned around and ran towards the Yangxin Hall.
In fact, there was no other way at the moment. Fortunately, Concubine Shu named Ruan Yuyi as the person to be punished, and Mu Xiang was able to find a way to escape.
Several concubines in Chonghua Palace had finished watching the excitement. After a few rounds of conversation, they felt bored and went back to their respective palaces. When they passed by, not many of them covered their mouths and laughed.
But she was in severe pain at this time, and their laughter fell into her ears, which was actually the same as the sound of rain.
In the palace, Concubine Shu picked up the fruit from the porcelain plate, put it to her lips, and took a bite. The juice burst out and fell into her mouth along with her saliva.
The palace servants who were sent out to check Ruan Yuyi's condition hurriedly came in and reported, "Mother, Ruan Cairen's maid has gone somewhere. She is soaked in the rain."
Concubine Shu frowned and stopped trying to bite her again. After a moment of silence, she said softly, "Go and give me an umbrella. If it's not convenient for me to hold the umbrella, just stand next to her for a while. I guess."
After waiting for half an hour, send the person back."
"Yes." The palace maid responded and stepped back.
Concubine Shu took the veil, wrapped the bitten fruit, placed it on the table, and picked up a new one.
But when Mu Xiang arrived at the Yangxin Hall, most of her clothes were wet. When she walked into the dry place under the eaves, she didn't bother to catch her breath. Seeing Wen Zhi guarding the door, she stepped forward and explained the matter in a few words, and asked the lady what she wanted.
Meet the emperor.
Wen Zhi saw the maid next to Ruan Yuyi from a distance, so he didn't dare to neglect and said hurriedly, "Let our family go in and let us know."
Mu Xiang nodded, looked at the palace door closing, and couldn't help but take a step forward.
After a while, the door opened again, and Mu Xiang stepped forward and asked, "What did your Majesty say?"
Wen Zhi avoided her anxious gaze and remained silent, only shaking his head twice.
He repeated Mu Xiang's words to the new emperor, but he just wrote down his words and quietly told Wen Pheasant not to bother him with the chores in the harem.
Her heart sank, and she grabbed Wen Zhi's sleeve, "Can you let me go in and talk to His Majesty?" But the young lady was still waiting in the cold rain in front of the Chonghua Palace, so how could she be delayed.
He looked troubled and said, "Miss Muxiang, it's not that our family won't help you, but our family can't influence His Majesty's thoughts. Didn't you say that Ruan Cairen asked Concubine Shu to be punished? Why don't you directly beg for mercy from the empress?
go."
Mu Xiang glanced at the closed palace door, gritted her teeth, turned around and left.
Wen Zhi looked at the departing figure and sighed softly. It was only because the talent was so stupid that he got involved with a barbarian, and happened to hit His Majesty's heart.
If not, this Ruan Cai would probably be the most favored person in the harem.
In the hall, Jiang Huaiyang's eyes fell on the memorial, which only described some small things that could be urgent or delayed. The more he looked at it, the more he looked at it, and his heart became depressed and uneasy, so he picked up a pen to write down a few red characters.
The rain outside seemed to suddenly become heavier. The raindrops hit the eaves with a muffled and noisy sound, which made his frown deepen and his forehead twitch. He rubbed it with his fingers.
He squeezed the pen in his hand and forced himself to calm down.