In the twelfth lunar month, snow fell like a waterfall, and the bustle of the approaching New Year could not drive away the severe cold. Each palace added braziers and stoves one after another, making the charcoal fire shine more intensely than candle lights.
In the Lianchen Pavilion, which was shrouded in warmth, Su Shiyun was teasing the seventh prince Yi Chenjing who had just woken up from his sleep. When the child smiled, she would smile with her. Her gentleness was better than the warm spring scenery. The imperial concubine holding the third prince beside her kept coming from time to time.
Looking at her, the furtive eyes were complex and changeable, but the almost fawning expression on her face remained the same.
"After all, you are lucky to be my sister. Look at the facial features of the Seventh Prince. He and the Emperor are almost carved out of the same mold. He is truly his own flesh and blood!"
Su Shiyun smiled faintly and did not look at the face of the imperial concubine. Her calm tone seemed to be casual: "Which prince in the palace is not the emperor's biological flesh and blood? It's okay for the imperial concubine to say this in Lianchenxuan, but you must not talk nonsense outside.
, so as not to cause trouble."
"Oh, oh, oh, look at my mouth. I always have no clue." The imperial concubine slapped herself lightly. Seeing that Su Shiyun didn't care, she rolled her eyes and lowered her voice and said, "Sister, don't blame me.
Gossip, don't you think there is something wrong with the fifth prince on Concubine Shu's side? Although there are shadows of some emperors if you look closely, their personality and body structure are different from other princes; besides, all the old maids who were responsible for delivering the baby when Concubine Shu gave birth were
The emperor sends you out of the palace for various reasons, which inevitably makes people suspicious."
There have been suspicions about the life experience of the fifth prince Yi Chenxuan for a long time. Most people think that Concubine Shu is just a "fake mother" who raises children for others, but the father of Yi Huaiyu is real and is nothing more than a reference to Yi Chen.
Xuan was the illegitimate son of Yi Huaiyu. I had never heard of the imperial concubine doubting that Yi Chenxuan was not Yi Huaiyu's child.
Su Shiyun straightened up and laughed: "Why does the imperial concubine also like these random gossips? If the fifth prince is not the emperor's flesh and blood, how can the emperor dote on him like that? The nine sons of Longsheng are different, not to mention these princes,
Princess? Like or not, there is absolutely no evidence for those rumors."
The imperial concubine choked half to death at Su Shiyun's neither soft nor hard words, and smiled awkwardly, with the two lumps of flesh on her face extremely stiff. Su Shiyun had a gentle temperament and did not like to fight, so it was not easy to arouse her curiosity.
However, the imperial concubine did not give up. She knew that another topic was tantamount to giving up her trump card and would definitely attract Su Shiyun's attention.
"Well, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the palace is getting quieter and quieter. Even your Lianchenxuan is not as lively as it used to be." Pretending to be emotional, the imperial concubine sighed repeatedly while touching her cheeks that were thickly smeared with powder.
Full of injustice, "The emperor has been obsessed with something lately. Even if the seventh prince left the banquet in the middle of the 100-day banquet, why didn't he dote on his sister more and instead alienated him? It was a warm day in Huanqing Palace.
One day later, it was the sixth day that the emperor stayed there overnight. It seemed that instead of the new people laughing and the old people crying, the new people and the old people were crying together!"
As expected by the imperial concubine, Su Shiyun's movements stagnated, and the dull smile on her face gradually disappeared.
Is it a good thing or a bad thing for Queen Sima Dalan to be favored again? Su Shiyun didn't want to see Sima Dalan live a life of grievance, but when Yi Huaiyu really put his energy into Sima Dalan again, she still couldn't escape her heart
desolate.
He had said that he would only love her for the rest of his life, but what about now? He could no longer describe her as a group of wives and concubines.
It is understandable that the emperor has three palaces and six courtyards, and hundreds of beauties. It is also understandable that Yi Huaiyu wants to use this relationship to control various forces in Dayao and even other countries. But understanding is one thing, and feelings are another. Regardless of Su
No matter how much Shi Yun tried to persuade herself not to be too selfish, every time she heard that he favored someone else, she couldn't help but feel sore in her heart.
Don't talk about love once you are in the deep palace, because talking about love will only hurt people's hearts.
"It is not easy to rule the world as an emperor. Sister, please be more considerate and considerate of the emperor. We are both concubines. Shiyun thought that as long as the emperor is healthy and the distant country has good weather, that will be enough." She still softly blocked the imperial concubine's mouth,
Su Shiyun continued to tease Yi Chenjing with a smile. Before the imperial concubine could speak, Tao Shihai stepped into the room first.
"Goodbye, Imperial Concubine, greeting, Concubine Jing. This servant is here to convey a message to the Emperor. I am not here to see Concubine Jing and the Seventh Prince at the Huanqing Palace tonight. It is cold and the night is long, so please rest early."
Su Shiyun smiled and said nothing, her absent-minded gaze silently resting on Yi Chenjing's clear brows and eyes.
No matter how long the night is, how can a lifetime be long? No matter how cold the weather is, how can there be loneliness in the palace and cold hearts?
One person can never warm a heart.
The cold and long night passed by in the emptiness and despair of many people. Before dawn, Yi Huaiyu finished washing and drinking tea, and went directly from Huanqing Palace to the early morning meeting. As soon as he went out, he realized that it was snowing heavily outside and the sky was covered with snow.
"Tao Shihai, find someone to inform the Imperial Master that the princes will not be allowed to study in the private schools today because of the cold and snowy weather. They should study in the palace."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Master Shen never allows the princes to go out when there is heavy snow. Last night, when the snow piled up on the ground, I had already sent people to all the palaces to inform them." Tao Shihai bowed and replied.
Nodding and taking a breath of hot air into the palm of his hand, Yi Huaiyu took the fur coat handed over by Sima Tulan and left without saying anything else. Sima Tulan watched Yi Huaiyu leave expressionlessly, just like the previous few days.
.
Outsiders thought that the master of Huanqing Palace had received favor again, but she was the only one who understood in her heart that this was not a good thing, but the beginning of another turmoil. The relationship between her and Yi Huaiyu had long ago changed, and there would be no return.
In the past, every night, he would lie next to her, and he could even hear the slightest breath from a short distance away. However, they had no communication, and they were just like strangers - he wouldn't touch her, and she wouldn't let him touch her.
What's the point of having a night of love and affection?
Yi Huaiyu was just imprisoning her, locking her up in a way that made outsiders envious, and declaring his ownership of her domineeringly.
Sima Duran suddenly sneered. Both she and he knew that it was impossible for her to be imprisoned. If she wanted to spread her wings and fly away, it was a pity that she couldn't fly away and refused to fly away. She was reluctant to spend half her life loving her.
A man, even if he is so contradictory, worried about gains and losses, and never talks about love, is used to taking everything he wants as his own.
Before the curve of her lips fell, Sima Duran turned around and saw a yellowed paper umbrella behind a dead tree not far away. The young man under the umbrella smiled with difficulty, but his thin figure still looked so lonely.
Shen Junfang was afraid of causing harm to Sima Tulan, so he voluntarily resigned from his job to teach the prince in Huanqing Palace a few days ago. However, he could not help but walk around Huanqing Palace and wait silently in a corner where no one was paying attention. When he was lucky,
If he could take a look at her from a distance and know that she was safe and sound, he could sleep peacefully that night; if he was unlucky, he could not see her until the lights were turned off in the palace, and that night, he could only go home disappointed and sleepless.
Love is a poison, even after exhausting everything, it is still difficult to quit.