"It's snowing again." Siningchi's voice brought Shen Ting back from his thoughts. He looked up and saw light snow falling in the courtyard.
Su Yun had already hurried over with an umbrella, holding a fur coat in her hand.
This year's New Year's Eve is not a lively one at all. The emperor is concerned about the young prince who died in infancy, and has made a special decree to keep everything simple during this year's New Year's Day. There is such a big thing in the harem, and he has no intention to deal with it.
Although Concubine De and Concubine Shu were not severely punished, they still hunkered down in their bedrooms, fearing that they would make any mistakes again.
Suddenly looking back, I saw that there were only two concubines left in the originally huge harem.
Just after the Lantern Festival, some ministers in the court were instigating the emperor to choose a concubine.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty is also resting in the Xuanming Hall today." The candles at night illuminated the sky and the earth, and Si Ningchi lay on the soft couch without moving.
This year has passed, and the Emperor and the Queen are still so estranged. Everyone in Fengwu Palace is really anxious, but they dare not say anything in front of the Queen. The Emperor is like this day and night, let alone coming to Fengwu. After leaving the palace, the emperor didn’t even return to his own palace.
They rested in Xuanming Hall all day long, and the empress and emperor's openly grudged behavior really broke the hearts of slaves like them.
Su Yun originally wanted to persuade the Queen to lower her head and look for the Emperor, but she could not speak. Occasionally, she saw the Queen putting the tiger-head shoes she had made for the little prince beside the bed. She knew that on the surface, the Queen was Although I have no grudges, I am afraid that I cannot let go of the little prince who died young.
What should we do...
"Your Majesty." Suyun hesitated for a while, then stepped forward and said, "I know you are sad, but you have to look forward to these days."
"Why are you angry with the Emperor?" Su Yun said and sighed and continued: "You have been with the Emperor for many years, and the Emperor's affection for you is clear to me and other slaves and cannot be faked."< /p>
"This time something like this happened in the harem, and the emperor is also protecting you. You blame the emperor so much that all the slaves are sad for the emperor..."
Suyun frowned slightly, looking helpless.
Si Ningchi opened his eyes: "I never blamed him."
Suyun was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Si Ningchi with some confusion: "Since you have never complained about the emperor, why are you acting like this, even the emperor doesn't take a look."
Si Ningchi looked a little weird. She held her head and didn't know what she was thinking. In fact, what she said was true. From the bottom of her heart, she never blamed Zhao Zongheng. She just didn't know how to face him, or in what capacity. Face him.
That day in prison, she heard what he said frankly to Concubine Xian.
It turns out that he knew from beginning to end that she was not that Si Ningchi.
He...
"Empress, it's not good!" Su Yongde ran in slowly, leaned over and said: "There is news from Xuanming Palace, Your Majesty, Your Majesty has fallen ill."
"What?" Si Ningchi pushed himself up and sat up, frowning and asked: "What's going on?"
"The emperor has been working on state affairs day and night, and overthinking, he suddenly fell ill and fell into coma." Su Yongde said slowly and anxiously: "There were some signs a few days ago, but the emperor was not allowed to tell others, so he just delayed..." "Just now, the emperor fell into a slumber and fell unconscious." Su Yongde began to wipe his tears as he spoke, looking at his words as if he meant that the emperor was about to die.