The next day, the little maids laughed and made fun with Ruan Yuyi for a while before returning to the bedroom.
She rarely slept so late. By this time, she was already a little tired and her body was weak. After washing and changing, she went to bed.
Mu Xiang took a pair of small gold scissors and pressed them under her pillow, with the intention of driving away evil spirits from the past years. She smiled knowingly, and Mu Xiang had learned many trivial habits from her mother-in-law.
Mu Xiang cut off the candle wick, lowered the curtain for her, and quietly stepped out.
The room was suddenly filled with darkness, and even inside the gold pin tent, the original color of the curtain could not be clearly seen. She closed her eyes and soon fell into a dream.
In her dream, she saw Mu Ling smiling and walking towards her from a distance.
She was overjoyed and was about to go forward, but suddenly she saw two tears of blood leaving Mu Ling's eyes. Mu Ling smiled sadly and asked her why she was so careless and didn't notice anything strange about her, and why she called her Leaving the palace?
In the dream, the face of the wood spirit was blurry, but she suddenly realized that the wood spirit was crying and could hear her crying every word.
She was frightened and wanted to step forward to hug Mu Ling, but Mu Ling's face suddenly transformed into Cheng Zhu's, pointed a finger at her, and sternly accused her of being unchaste and unfilial.
She felt that her organs were suddenly lifted up, and her body fell down. She didn't know whether she was awake or not. In a blur of consciousness, she took out the small gold scissors under the pillow and put it against the neck of the person in front of her.
The man was tall and tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, leaning over to support the bed.
He didn't seem to be afraid of the scissors poking him at all, and kept getting closer to her. When she saw his face clearly, she suddenly became clear, and the hand holding the scissors stepped back, and when her hand loosened, the scissors fell. fall.
Jiang Huaiyang picked it out from the quilt and put it on the nearby small table, "Why do you put such a dangerous thing?"
She lowered her head, her black hair covering most of her face, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. Although she had recovered a little, she could still feel her heart pounding like a drum, almost breaking her chest.
She said softly, "...it's custom."
He tucked her hair behind her ears, revealing the young lady's frightened face. Her eyelashes were trembling, like a butterfly with wet wings, and she looked extremely pitiful.
He took the person over and whispered in his ear, "Did you let the nightmare live?"
In the darkness, Ruan Yuyi was silent for a moment, then stared at the person in front of her and spoke word by word, "I dreamed of the wood spirit. She is complaining about me and wants to kill me."
To this day, she is still not sure whether there is another reason behind the sentence "suicide" or whether it was the handwriting of the person in front of her.
She was talking and testing.
Jiang Huaiyang placed a kiss on the side of her warm face and coaxed, "Don't you have a very good relationship with that servant? Since we were close people in life, how could he want to harm you after death? Stop thinking about it."
He suppressed his voice, making it appear low and carefree, as if there was some magic that made her feel more at ease.
She fell silent.
He continued, "I have ordered people to bury her alive, but when I sent people to her home, her grandmother had already died of illness." In fact, according to the neighbors, when Mu Ling left home, her grandmother had already passed away. Later, her aunt and her family helped with the affair.
At this moment, brocade quilts were piled under her waist, and she was only wearing thin pajamas on her upper body, and the coldness of the deep winter wrapped around her muscles and bones inch by inch.
Perhaps it was too cold, so she leaned into his arms, and her breath was filled with that familiar fragrance.
But her fingertips were still clenched and her body was slightly stiff, obviously trying to relax.
Jiang Huaiyang seemed to have noticed something. He was silent for a while, then held up her face so that she looked at him, "You don't believe me so much? Do you think I have deceived you?"
He paused and continued, "Or does Lingling feel that the death of that servant girl has something to do with me?"
She choked on her breath and swallowed. What she was supposed to say in reply was stuck in her throat. She had to admit that everything he said was her thought.
She also admitted that there was no reason to think so, but deep down in her heart, she did not want to admit that the person who had the impression of being happy would choose this way in the end.
She always had to find a reason for herself, so she naturally placed her suspicion on him.
He bit the tip of her ear like a punishment. It didn't hurt, but the numbing feeling spread all the way and penetrated deep into her spine.
He spoke in a low voice, making it difficult for her to discern the emotion inside, "Can you trust me a little more?"
So what if you believe it? So what if you don't believe it? To her, there is no difference. But she finally forced out a smile and said softly as usual, "I have never thought that way, nor have I ever distrusted Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty, look, who doesn't believe this?"
Through the faint moonlight, he could faintly see the glimmer in her eyes. He thought it was because she was crying, because he reached out to touch her eyes, but when he touched them, he realized that her eyes were dry and there were no tears.
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The next day, as soon as the new emperor came out of Chang'an Palace, the news that Concubine Shu had been released from confinement spread like wildfire, but the price was that she was deprived of her title and demoted to a concubine. For a while, some people were gloating about the misfortune, while others were panic-stricken.
In any case, this concubine is finally free again.
Ruan Yuyi was washing her clothes in the Chang'an Palace when someone came from outside to report, but it was Concubine Rong who asked to see her. She couldn't tell how she felt in her heart, and she choked in her throat and whispered, "Please come quickly."
Someone in the palace opened the soft curtains, and Concubine Rong stepped in from behind the light. The light shone in and cast a halo around her body. Her figure's majesty was not reduced at all, but she looked a little frailer.
Ruan Yuyi caught a glimpse of her figure in the mirror, pushed away Mu Xiang's hand holding the hairpin, turned around and stood up.
She opened her mouth, and it took a long time to find her voice, "——Sister."
"I have seen Concubine Jin." It was Concubine Rong who bowed and bowed politely. It was Concubine Rong who came up to embrace her and thanked her. "If it weren't for my sister, Your Majesty would never have lifted this grounding."
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She said, "No, maybe I will not be exempted from family involvement on the grounds of becoming a daughter."
Concubine Rong came here specifically to thank her. If it weren't for her help during the days when Chonghua Palace was under lock and key, it would be hard to guarantee that the palace officials who were taking advantage of the situation would not try to bully her little by little.
Ruan Yuyi felt ashamed at this thank you. She thought that she had never done anything to help her, and that she only sent some daily necessities or food to Chonghua Palace.
How can she control His Majesty's thoughts?
She grabbed Rong Bin's hand and wanted to have a chat with her.
Concubine Rong was taller than her. When she heard what she said, she lowered her eyes and smiled, "My sister has not yet finished combing her hair. I am by my side and will not leave."
But from her father to her elder brother and then to Mu Ling, she was really scared. She and Rong Bin were both women, and Rong Bin had always spoiled her. It was rare that she had a little temper and insisted on holding Rong Bin's hand.
, was willing to ask Mu Xiang to wear a hairpin for herself.