Twenty, a thousand miles away is hard to be the same again
Everyone from the Taiyuan Hospital was originally guarding outside the hall, and when they heard the noise, they rushed in. Xuanqing had no time to send Jingxian to a quieter place, so he had to temporarily place her in the back hall of Chonghua Hall. Something happened suddenly, and as soon as she arrived at the Concubine Palace,
I asked everyone to stay in the Chonghua Hall and not move around. To avoid suspicion, the noble concubine and I stayed in the Chonghua Hall to take care of the affairs. Concubine De went in to look after Jingxian.
Xuan Ling sat on the throne with a gloomy expression. The concubines looked at each other and did not dare to move. The hall, which was originally bustling with singing and dancing, was silent for an instant, as gloomy as death.
Wei Lin turned around and came out with a worried look on his face, and reported back: "Replying to your Majesty, Concubine Jing became poisonous because she served food that contained the highly toxic Heding Red. She alarmed her fetus and her amniotic fluid became red. Fortunately, she didn't eat much. Doctors."
If we treat her together, she still has the strength to give birth."
“Heding is red!”
As soon as he finished speaking, an internal prison officer took a silver needle to test the various foods that Jingxian had just eaten. The silver needle was still sharp, showing that there was nothing unusual about her food. Wei Lin asked: "What was Concubine Jing's last meal?
"
A palace maid pointed to a plate of smoked elbow scallops and timidly said, "This is it."
I was startled in my heart. I glanced at the food and drinks on her desk and understood. I pointed at the white jade cup scattered on the ground and said, "Concubine Jing has taken Haner's Inula Flower Decoction."
Wei Lin didn't dare to neglect, he took the silver needle and took a look into the half bowl of flower soup that had been spilled. The sharp silver needle penetrated into the soup, and it suddenly turned black, with a color like lacquer and ink.
It made my heart ache, so I pointed to the inula soup that I had not yet drunk on the table, my teeth felt slightly cold, "Let's explore this bowl again."
Wei Lin knew what I meant, so he changed a silver needle and inserted it again. The silver needle instantly became as dark as the night sky. My expression changed drastically, and I looked at Xuan Ling, "Your Majesty, someone wants to kill my concubine and Han'er."
, implicating Concubine Jing."
Han'er, who was still in shock, was firmly held in my arms. Xuan Ling hugged me and Han'er with force, and said in a deep voice: "I am here."
Before it stopped, Jingxian screamed in pain intermittently, one after another, as if tearing apart the darkness of the night. Xuanqing's face was as pale as paper, and he suddenly raised his head, his eyes like lightning, "Yes
Who? Who wants to harm her?!"
Yu Yin held Xuan Qing's hands tightly and comforted his knuckles that were turning white and bulging. "Your Majesty, the imperial doctor is still treating Concubine Jing and the child. Don't worry too much." Her eyes were cold and cool in front of everyone.
He said, "The Emperor will not forgive anyone who wants to harm others! The Emperor is here."
Xuan Ling's voice sounded as cold as ice, "Let me check immediately to see how these dirty things got into Concubine Shu and Han'er's food!"
The Division of Shenxing is the best at investigating these matters. Because of Xuan Ling's strict orders, they are particularly vigorous and vigorous. The palace is quiet, and the waiting is too quiet for a long time. The sound of snow falling outside the palace can be heard. It's the next person.
It's snowing.
Everyone was at a loss, standing or sitting, not even daring to breathe. After about two cups of tea, Li Chang had already taken a whisk and reported, "Your Majesty, all the sweets after meals are prepared in the imperial dining room and delivered by the palace servants.
, the maid who gave the sweet soup to Concubine Shu and His Highness the Third Prince said that she only met Mistress Rong Concubine who was going out to change clothes on the road. Mistress Rong Concubine even opened the lid and asked what it was, but there was no one else around."
Xuan Ling's face was faintly green, like fading grass leaves in autumn, "Red peony root!" He shouted in a low voice, "Come here."
Where everyone looked, Concubine Rong was dressed in a green dress, holding up a wine glass in front of her, and gracefully stepped forward. Her nails, which were more than three inches long, were painted with bright red cinnamon, which reflected beautifully on the amber wine glass.
It was eye-catching and shocking. She held up the wine cup with a smile and stepped in front of Xuan Ling. Her fingernails inadvertently scratched through the golden wine. "Your Majesty, don't be angry. How about I offer you a glass of wine first, and then explain?"
Xuan Ling looked at her charming expression with cold eyes, but remained silent. Concubine Rong held up the wine glass for a long time, her expression gradually stiffened, a trace of helplessness and despair flashed in her eyes, and she finally withdrew her long-stretched hand. Her slender fingers covered the rim of the glass.
, his fingers trembled slightly, and he raised his sleeves to put the wine into his mouth.
"She wants to commit suicide!" In the flash of lightning, the concubine suddenly shouted.
Xuanqing grabbed Rong Bin's hand with his backhand. Yan Bin stepped forward and opened her curled palm with force. Under Kou Dan's nails, there was still brown powder that had not melted away.
Xuan Ling was furious and struck Concubine Rong hard on the face, "Why do you want to harm Concubine Shu?"
"Why?" She couldn't help but sneered: "Isn't the Emperor always very clear?"
Xuan Ling's expression was stern, and his eyes seemed to be burning with two clusters of dark flames, dancing suddenly, "I have allowed you to be so pampered so far, can't you let go?"
Filled with rage, I called out to little Yunzi, my voice as cold as the wind, "If she wants to commit suicide out of fear of crime, she can go and dig Murong Shilan's tomb for me, and whip the Murong clan members."
The corpses were burned to the bones.”
"Zhen Huan, how dare you!" The veins on her forehead were about to burst, and she shouted at me with uncontrollable anger.
"Why don't I dare!" I paused, "Would it be better for me to call you Chi Shao or Murong Shi Shao?"
She raised her eyes in shock, "You already knew this?"
"The four daughters of the Murong family, Murong Shilan, have entered the palace. One sister and the other have left the court to marry the children of officials. Only the fourth lady is young and has not yet left the court. Among the four daughters, Murong Shilan and the younger sister Shishao are of the same mother.
I feel very sorry for her because there is a word for peony in her name, so she loves peony very much. When the Murong family fell, the fourth lady was still young and did not have to follow the adult female family members as official prostitutes and be banished to Yongxiang as usual.
He will be a slave for life. Calculating his age, if this fourth lady is still alive, she would be about the same age as you, concubine Rong. I wonder if you have ever seen her when you were serving in the palace? It is a pity that the daughter of a wealthy family fell into slavery.
It’s very pitiful to think about being used as a labor force.”
"You don't have to be hypocritical!" she said bitterly.
"I have never wanted to be hypocritical! So I have never wanted to vent my anger on you, but if you want to kill me and Han'er for them, I will dig graves and whip the corpses, so there is no need to be hypocritical!" I turned to look at Xuan.
Ling, "Is Your Majesty Yourong Chi Shao going to this day just to kill my concubine and Han'er? Such is the ambition of a wolf!"
"Is she from the Murong family?" Concubine Zhen's jade-like face was so frightened that she lost all color, and she said in fear: "Today Chi Shao is just trying to vent his anger on Concubine Shu for the Murong family. What should I do if I vent my anger on the emperor in the future? Your Majesty.
, the red peony root cannot be kept for a long time!”
Things hurt others, her lips were dead and her teeth were cold. Concubine Zhen couldn't help but hug her Yu Pei tightly, resisting Chi Shao's indifferent face with the attitude of protecting the young.
Chi Shao Yingying picked up her skirt and prostrated, "In the morning, I knew how my second sister felt about the emperor, so I didn't want to hurt the emperor. I'm very grateful for the emperor's care over the years. But my second sister was forced to death by Zhen Huan, and the Murong family was defeated by the Zhen family. I am a concubine."
I can’t help but take revenge on my family!”
I sneered, "You have been using artificial hands for many years. Do you really think Murong Shilan died at my hands?"
Xuan Ling turned his face, his unsettled expression reflecting the waves of countless beauties floating in his mind. After a moment, he returned to his cold and calm expression, hugged me and Han'er tightly, and ordered: "Gift
The dead concubine."
She smiled lowly, with a sad look on her face, like a blooming peony flower, "I knew this day would come, but I didn't know that the emperor himself gave me the gift of death."
"Chi Shao, I personally ordered the death of Shilan back then." Xuan Ling took a slow breath, "I have always thought that if you could accompany me like this, instead of Shilan, it would be really good.
.”
Chi Shao glared at me, her expression stern and ferocious, like a flower soul scattered in the wind, "I know that it was Zhen Huan who instigated the emperor to kill the second sister."
"Stubborn!" the imperial concubine said coldly: "Even if you already fall in love with the emperor, there is no need to anger Concubine Shu like this!" The imperial concubine raised her face, and Li Chang understood and signaled the guards to drag the red peony root away.
There seemed to be a "click" sound. When I looked down, it turned out that four broken nails stained with bright red nails fell from Rong Bin's palm. She tried her best to attack me like a ferocious trapped beast.
Baring his teeth and claws, he said: "Zhen Huan, you will definitely have your retribution!"
This unquenchable hatred is the only thing that Concubine Rong has left in the world.
Will there be retribution? I have no idea. I just hugged Yu Han, whose body was warm in my arms, - he is my life, flesh and blood, and he is also his. Even if I try my best, I can't let my child
Get a little hurt.
My heart was just like these cold days, desolate and desolate. Turning my eyes, I met his caring and compassionate eyes, and a little bit of vicissitudes of life flowed out of my heart like running water.
I want to protect our child; and he who never knew it will also protect his and Jingxian's child from now on.
I'm just glad that he was by my side during today's thrilling and murderous moments.
The Baoding cigarette slowly exhales the milky white smoke of lily incense, and with the few wisps of cold wind blowing into the room, it fills the palace like catkins.
Human life is just like this light smoke, it disappears just as it is said to be scattered.
When the confusion in my mind disappeared, I could faintly hear the sound of a very thin cry, like a ray of sunshine suddenly shining through the deep fog in my heart. Xuan Ling's hand holding my shoulder tightened slightly, turned his head and said: "But
gave birth?"
The midwife's hands were still stained with blood that had not been washed away. She took out a baby in the arms and said happily: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, you are a little prince."
I raised my head and faced his happy smile of becoming a father for the first time. My heart was filled with sourness, as if I had swallowed an unripe orange alive. Even the bottom of my tongue was numb. Apart from the numbness, there was also a ray of brokenness.
Overjoyed, I put on a decent smile and said quietly: "Congratulations, Your Majesty!"
There was a trace of bitterness and sadness in his happy smile, and he looked at me and said, "Thank you, Concubine Shu." He held the child cautiously, with a bit of hesitation.
I suddenly remembered that when Han'er and Lingxi were babies, they were not lucky enough to be hugged by him.
Xuan Qing turned around and asked, "Is Concubine Jing okay?"
The midwife had a smile on her face and said, "It's okay, I'm just very tired and exhausted." The midwife laughed and said, "The prince must take good care of the princess in the future. The princess's birth was very hard."
Xuan Qing nodded slightly, "I know." He paused and then corrected, "Concubine Jing is not a princess."
The midwife smiled and said: "They are all the same, she is the biological mother of the little prince."
When the child first came into the world, he just cried in a low voice, like a thin needle touching the heart, making people feel distressed and panicked. Yu Yin put one hand on Xuan Qing's arm and looked at the child's appearance greedily.
, involuntarily showing a look of envy, which is particularly sad.
It happened that a palace servant brought ginseng soup to the back hall. Yu Yin, who had been unable to get his hands on it, reached out to take it and said: "I'm afraid Concubine Jing is asleep, and the rest of the people are waiting. Don't go in. I'll just bring it in."
The rose-purple skirt twirled, like a flower in full bloom, which was extremely gorgeous. She walked gracefully into the inner hall, had a cup of tea, took out the empty bowl, and handed it to the palace.
People, "Concubine Jing has finished drinking." She smiled at Xuan Qing, "The ginseng soup can soothe the spirit and calm the nerves. Concubine Jing will be fine soon."
Xuan Qing nodded, lowered his head and went to coax the child again, with a focused expression. Yu Yin lost consciousness, and his hand slipped, and the bowl fell to the ground and smashed into pieces. Xuan Ling seemed to feel something ominous, so he said "Huh?" in displeasure, and answered.
The palace servants were so frightened that they immediately knelt down and begged: "Concubine Yin, please forgive me, Your Majesty, please forgive me, I didn't do this on purpose."
Finally, there was a festive atmosphere in the palace. Li Changhe was alert and said with a smile on his face: "Peace in pieces, peace every year! With such a fall, the little prince will definitely have endless blessings and peace every year."
Xuan Qing was always gentle and didn't take it seriously. He just accepted Li Chang's blessing with a smile. Seeing Xuan Ling, Li Chang didn't ask anything and winked quickly. The palace man quickly swept away the residue. Yu Yin breathed a sigh of relief.
His face returned to rosy color, he walked to Xuan Qing's side, picked up the child familiarly, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty did not hold him properly, so the child keeps crying. You should lift his head slightly."
The midwife smiled and flattered her: "Concubine Yin has not yet given birth to a noble son, but she looks very much like a mother."
I took off my armor, carefully reached out and stroked the newborn's soft fetal hair, and said, "Baby Yuyin stopped crying when he was in your arms."
Xuan Qing also praised, "You have helped Concubine Shu raise the child. Jingxian will have to take care of the child in the future. You should take more care of her."
Yu Yin was startled for a moment, then quickly smiled and said: "That's natural."
Everyone was surrounding the child, and I heard a low exclamation from the inner hall. Soon it was as silent as being submerged in water, and I turned my head unconsciously. The curtains were raised, and I saw Wei Lin walking out of the inner hall in a panic.
Question: "Everything is fine, but what happened?"
Wei Lin knelt down with a plop and said dejectedly: "Concubine Jing suffered from postpartum poisoning and passed away just now."
There is new snow falling in the night sky. The white snowflakes are blown away by the biting wind. They dance wildly in the sky. Occasionally, some fly into the window. In just a moment, they turn into cold water drops. Life and death are impermanent.
It was just a matter of a moment. It was as if snow beads melted into Xuan Qing's warm eyes, which gradually became moist and filled with cold tears. Yu Yin held the youngest son in her arms and cried softly.