It started to rain in Huamo City in the afternoon.
Looking around, the world seems to be covered by a gray curtain, and everything is dim.
The strong wind carried the showers, lashing the ground with a crackle, the trees swayed in the strong wind, and the rain and mist drifted in from the window, splashing the smooth floor, making it confusing.
The candlelight on the table flickered in the cool breeze blowing in.
Qiucao sat in front of the desk with a dull expression, her whole body almost blending into the darkness.[
She quietly looked at the pouring rain outside for a long time, then suddenly stood up and walked out.
Xiao Hong, who was always standing by, was startled and stood up, "Queen? Where are you going?"
Qiucao stopped and turned around, glanced at her, "I'm going to see Tianjun."
Tianjun was her undestined child. Because he was just a blood fetus and had not yet been born, he could not enter the imperial mausoleum. Qiucao was afraid that his soul would be homeless, so he secretly carved a memorial tablet and enshrined it in an unmanned place in the Ganlu Hall.
Inside the house you set foot on.
"Queen, please wait until the rain stops before you go. You haven't recovered from the cold yet."
Qiucao shook his head and started walking again.
Seeing that she had decided to go, Xiaohong said nothing, took a cloak and put it on her, then took an oil-paper umbrella, opened it, and helped her cross the threshold and came to the corridor.
The strong wind brought rain and mist to the face, quickly wetting the cheeks and fluttering the clothes. The master and servant were forced to take a step back by the cold feeling, raised their hands to block it, and then stood firm.
"Queen? Queen, are you okay?" Xiaohong lowered her umbrella to cover the oncoming rain and fog.
"It's okay." Qiucao glanced at the corridor covered by the white rain and fog, and stepped forward firmly.
In the wind and rain, the master and the servant walked through the long corridor, turned a corner, and came to the most remote room of Ganlu Hall.
This is located at a relatively low level of the palace, and the bluestone road leading to the house has been covered by water, making the road completely invisible.
Qiucao didn't care, she lifted up the hem of her skirt and stepped on it.
Xiao Hong caught her in time and said, "Queen! The water here is too deep. It's better to wait until the rain stops before going over."
"No need." Qiucao ignored her and stepped down directly, crossing the water-logged bluestone path and walking straight towards the house.