All the princes are waiting at the palace gate to see their sister off together.
Yu Wenhao was wearing a court uniform and a crown on his head. His face looked a little haggard and tired, and the emotions in his eyes were all kinds of complicated.
The female family members will not see her off, and the prince will send the sedan chair out of the palace. Several princes will ride on their tall horses, and the honor guard will clear the way, and they will go to the cold house in a mighty manner.
She saw Yu Wenhao riding his horse and walking about ten meters away. He suddenly turned around and glanced sadly at the glazed tile roofs of the palace, and finally fell on Yuan Qingling's face. He seemed to want to say something.
, but in the end, he didn’t say anything, turned around and rode away.
The weather is very good, the sun is shining brightly, and the wind is very warm. It feels like spring, as if the cold has withdrawn from the world.
The shadow of the sun casts down from the gap between the tall locust trees, reflecting on the mottled vermilion palace wall. This palace wall has seen the separation of people's hearts and remains standing.
Yuan Qingling walked back to the palace alone. Just now Lao Wu gave him a parting glance, and she knew what he meant.
Today, when Yu Wenling gets married, the happiest person should actually be the virtuous concubine in Qingyu Palace.
But she died and could no longer see this scene.
Yuan Qing returned to Qingyu Palace.
Gu Si ordered people to keep watch here. No incense or paper was burned inside, and no one was there to keep vigil. The body of Concubine Xian was just quietly placed on the bed.
The weather was cold, and although the body had been left there for seven or eight days, there was no extensive decomposition. There was a smell, but when she came in, she opened the windows on all sides, so the smell dissipated quickly, so it was okay.
There are light green rot spots on the back of the hand. It looks like it will swell and rot in a few days.
Previously, a charcoal stove was placed here, but after the charcoal stove was removed, the doors and windows were closed, so the wind could not come in. If the weather had not been so cold, there would have been a giant sighting.
Because no one had disposed of her remains, she was still wearing the clothes she was wearing when she died, without a quilt. Her chest and abdomen could be seen to be slightly bulging. There were traces of mice gnawing on her fingers, and there was corpse fluid seeping out.
Pass.
Her head and face were covered with white cloth, and she just lay there quietly, motionless.
Because of her past troubles, Yuan Qingling stood in front of the bed, always having the illusion that she would suddenly jump up, look at her with cold and hateful eyes, and then call her a disaster.
Yuan Qingling finally stepped forward and took off the cloth from her face. Her eyes were closed, and there were green spots on her face like the back of her hands. Her face shape had changed a bit, her eye sockets were sunken, but her cheeks were swollen and stretched.
His skin seemed to be bursting with water leaking out, like an inflated puffer fish.
Yuan Qingling tried his best to search for her past memories in his mind, but there were not many friendly ones, and he could hardly piece together a smiling face.
"Although I don't like you, I pity life," Yuan Qingling said softly: "If you asked me to tell Lao Wu before you die, I will tell you, but not now, when I am almost dead, I will
Only then will you tell him that you once told him to avenge you for killing me."
She felt it was very ironic, and added: "Actually, I really don't know why you hate me so much. Do you really think that everything Lao Wu does today is at my instigation? Really not, he is a person who walks independently.
, has his own thoughts, good and evil, black and white, and these bottom lines. He will not completely listen to you or me, and I think that if you and I love him equally deeply, we should do it.
Respect his thoughts instead of trying to control his behavior with your own thoughts. On the contrary, the Su family is the real giant babies. You have spent your whole life supporting these giant babies, but they have not grown up, and even have basic good and evil skills.
I don’t even think about it. I don’t know if you will regret it at the moment of your death. I really hope you can open your eyes and see that the Su family you miss so much did not shed tears for your death. Instead, it was Lao Wu and the princess, because
What you did and your death breaks my heart."
"The princess is getting married today, which means that Beitang will open up a new situation. If you really have the so-called spirit in heaven, I hope you can bless her with happiness and health, a smooth life, and become a mother. In fact, this is the most basic, isn't it?
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After Yuan Qingling finished speaking, he bowed deeply and said goodbye.
Naturally, there was a wedding banquet in the palace for the royal family members. Yuan Qingling was not in the mood to have a banquet, so she just ate some and went back home.
When she returned to her mansion, Grandma Yuan was sitting on the porch basking in the sun. She sat at her feet, crawled on her knees, and said quietly: "Grandma, why do you think family ties are always full of calculations?
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"That's special!" Grandma Yuan has a clear mind and has seen everything in the world. She smiled and stroked her hair. "Most of the family ties in the world are beautiful."
Yuan Qingling raised his head to look at her, looking into her gentle eyes, and remembered that she traveled through time and space to come to his side. This kind of family affection is what people yearn for.
She is much luckier than Lao Wu.
"Life is like this. Although we have seen all kinds of cruelty, there is always a tender side. This is true for everyone. Even the beggar on the street is looked down upon and destitute, but he always gets a look of mercy.
when."
Yuan Qingling nodded silently, but she couldn't let go of the low pressure in her heart.
There must be a lot of excitement over at Lengzhai, but Yuan Qingling didn't want to join in the fun, so she only sent someone over to watch Lao Wu.
He might drink alcohol to anesthetize his current grief, and let him have fun all night long. It's time for him to let go.
Yuan Qingling played with the children for a while and then returned to Xiaoyue Pavilion.
I thought Yu Wenhao would come back very late, but he came in just after Hai hour.
He didn't even smell of alcohol.
Yuan Qingling took off his cloak and asked, "Didn't you drink?"
Yu Wenhao reached out to hug her and pressed his chin against her cheek. His chin was very cold, "If you don't drink, once you drink, you can't hold back some of your emotions."
Yuan Qingling's heart hurt, so she sat down with him, poured him a cup of hot tea, and stared into his deep eyes, "After the wedding today, I went to see my mother-in-law."
"Thank you!" He held her hand, his eyes lowered, and his voice was so cold that Yuan Qingling felt heartbroken.
"Don't do this!" Yuan Qing Lingggeng said.
Yu Wenhao stretched out his hand, slid his fingertips across her cheek, and smiled bitterly, "I'm fine. I lost my mother. I can't just get better in a short while. Give me some time."
"If you want to cry, just cry." Yuan Qingling grabbed his hand and put it in her own palm, then closed his hand and put it on her chest.
Yu Wenhao shook his head, "I want to cry, but I can't. Maybe I am really an indifferent person."
"No, don't talk about yourself like that." Yuan Qingling didn't know how to comfort him. He was different from Ling'er. A story about wind chimes could make Ling'er stop crying, but Lao Wu couldn't.
"It will get better slowly, don't worry about me," he kissed her on the forehead, his voice was cool, "Did she say anything before she left?"