"Little sister, I'm sorry, fourth brother couldn't save the child for you." Feng Jue had never seen Feng Xizi's demeanor before. The little sister in his memory always had a bit of cunning and cunning, scheming against gold and silver.
At this time, such desperate Feng Xizi really made him feel distressed.
"Fourth brother, it doesn't matter, fourth brother...the child is gone, just gone...it has nothing to do with anyone..." Feng Xizi raised her lips palely, with a sharp barb in her smile, and met Mo
Zhi Lan's eyes: "I don't blame you either... This child should never have been born..."
"Zi'er..." Under Mo Zhilan's palm was Feng Xizi's skin, which was clearly close to each other, but he had a feeling that Feng Xizi would leave him soon and never look back.
Feng Xizi was not talking, but closed her eyes, and her whole figure seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
The child was gone, and Feng Xizi was also ill. This illness lasted for two full months...
Feng Jue recalled the eldest son Feng Rui and the second son Feng Yue of the Feng family to take charge of the imperial capital and Jiangnan respectively, while he himself stayed in the palace to accompany Feng Xizi.
Mo Nanhen passed away and was confirmed to have died of poisoning. The poisoned target turned out to be Ye Lian'er... This was really an unexpected ending.
Ye Lian'er bribed people in the palace and got the news that Mo Nanhen was seriously injured.
Maybe, she poisoned Mo Nanhen so that Mo Zhilan could succeed to the throne early, and she herself could rise to the top in one step.
Maybe, she is just a pawn, bribed by others to poison her...
In short, when all the maids in the Imperial Pharmacy were interrogated and it was found that Ye Lian'er had poisoned her, she had already been hanged from a beam in the Regent's Palace.
Holding the imperial edict in hand, Mo Zhilan ascended the throne as emperor, named Feng Xizi as empress, Qu Ningshuang as concubine, and the former empress as empress Duan.
However, on the day of the canonization, Feng Xizi did not show her face, and Empress Duan also issued an order to accompany the late emperor to guard the mausoleum in Zhaoling, and never set foot in the imperial capital for the rest of his life.
The previous dynasty was unpredictable, but the harem was extremely peaceful.
Everyone knows that the current empress is Feng Xizi, the head of the Feng family. However, no one in the palace has ever seen Feng Xizi.
The Empress had a miscarriage and took refuge in the Tai Chi Palace. For two full months, Feng Xizi never stepped out of the Tai Chi Palace, and His Majesty the Emperor never entered the Queen's palace.
It is not entirely true to say that the Empress has fallen out of favor, because His Majesty has been resting in the Xuanzheng Hall for the past two months, has not summoned any concubines to sleep with him, and has rejected the minister's request to admit a harem for him.
The days, with the warmth of spring and the blooming of flowers, gradually begin a new chapter.
There is a snow jade flower tree growing in the corner of Tai Chi Hall. In spring, a tree of white flowers blooms and falls all over the garden.
Feng Xizi comes here every day, collects some flower petals and puts them in a cloth bag, then hangs them in the bedroom to fill the room with fragrance.
The palace maid who serves her personally is named Qian Yin. She was appointed by Mo Zhilan. She is called palace maid, but she is actually an extremely skilled secret guard.
Feng Xizi pretended not to know. She collected petals every morning and read a book. At dusk, she took off the petal sachets and threw them into an inner river outside the Taiji extreme. She continued to read... Feng Xizi, who usually didn't talk much, only had a slight smile on her face.
Smile, say nothing, do nothing.
Snow jade flowers fell in large tracts with the spring breeze. Feng Xizi stood under the flower tree and looked at the petals all over the sky and the ground with a soft smile.
The pure white calyx fell on her hair and palace skirt, filling her sleeves with a faint fragrance.
She just stood there, so slender that she seemed to be flying away with the petals in the wind, her palace skirt flying, making her look ethereal.