Spoiler - Oriole's voice is not as good as going home
Li Chang had already left to kill everything. Zhen Heng followed a young eunuch in green clothes and walked forward silently along the quiet and remote path he chose.
Across the green willows and red flowers, I saw from a distance several palace maids and eunuchs following Li Chang farther and farther away. Li Chang said: "The tiles on the top of Jingchun Palace are loose. If they fall down, they will hit the oriole."
The concubine is not doing well either. You go and get some glazed tiles and we can put them up tomorrow morning." But I heard a palace maid say cleverly: "If you still don't listen to my father-in-law, please hurry up your legs and feet."
The palace maid must be still young, her voice was as clear as a bell, and the corners of the pink palace maid's robe shimmered in the autumn green, making her look bright and pretty. He thought blankly, if she had not been selected as a show girl that year, or
After making a mistake and becoming a palace maid, even if it is harder, she can be released from the palace at the age of twenty-five. After leaving the palace, the sky is blue and the water is green, and she does not have to live so hard, tossing and depressed.
If she were not in the palace, I am afraid that she would already have a group of children. Under such a clear autumn sun, she would embroider a pair of mandarin ducks and butterflies, turn her head and chat with her husband with a few words, and coax the well-behaved children under her knees.
But at this moment, even a little palace maid would be much more comfortable and happy than her.
Seeing that the group of people was gradually disappearing from sight, he still looked to himself. The midday sun was extremely warm, and a little sweat came out of his vest and stuck to his clothes. The wind wrapped around him close to the ground, still carrying a weak
The sparse smell of the cold grass smoke made people feel chilly to the bones. Zhen Heng was in a daze when he heard the young eunuch whisper softly: "Young Master."
He smiled and said, "The palace is big and we are tired after walking around."
The little eunuch smiled and said: "Yes. In the past, the emperor loved Concubine Oriole and specially chose this palace with a beautiful scenery, so the road is longer." After walking for another while and burning incense, Changyang Palace could be seen in the distance.
There is a red palace wall. It is a very quiet place, with soft waves of liquid, green smoke and willows, autumn flowers blooming leisurely, and a few golden birds quietly perching on the branches, calling softly, and then another
.But the chirping of birds made the surrounding area even more eerily quiet, just like the gorgeous Changyang Palace in front of us.
There were several guards standing at the front door, leaning against the wall and taking a nap, looking not very energetic. The young eunuch gently waved his hand to him, indicating that he should be silent, went around to the small corner door at the back of the palace, and touched it.
Take out the key and open it.
He felt a little apprehensive. This was the first time he had stepped into the palace of a concubine who was not his biological sister. This was her palace. Perhaps walking in like this at this moment was a new betrayal for Qian Tao.
However, there were really many questions to ask her. So many questions strangled his heart day and night, making him unable to breathe. The pure and shy her in his memory was overlapped with the snake-like and scorpion-like her in his imagination.
Tearing himself and Qian Tao apart together, they never gave up on such chaos even when they were in a state of confusion.
As soon as he stepped through the door, a pink color came to his face. It was so bright that he almost thought it was the peach blossoms in spring when it was as deep as the sea. But it was the little eunuch who kindly reminded him, "Sir, be careful, this oleander pollen is...
poisonous."
It suddenly dawned on him that the flower that looked similar to the peach blossom was actually an oleander, beautiful and poisonous.
The banana trees in the courtyard had all withered, leaving only one black plant, limp and half leaning, with a few drops of yellowish sap still leaking out. The decay in the Zhulan Huatian was shocking to him, and suddenly he felt a little bit sad in his heart.
Pity, I don't know how miserable she will be when I see her soon.
He hesitated for a moment, and then stepped into the red lacquered and carved palace door. The interior of Jingchun Palace was dark, but the darkness was not a dull and dark color. Occasionally, there would be a glimmer of sunshine, but there would also be a hint of starlight from the darkness.
Such light. When he looked carefully, he discovered that it was originally a translucent gauze curtain that covered the sky and the floor in the palace. The pattern of "Two Immortals of Harmony" was embroidered with silver thread on it. It was originally a pattern to celebrate the birth of a child.
He felt a little sour in his heart, remembering Huan'er telling him that An Lingrong could never have children.
The clear threads were like strands, and the silver threads shone brightly under the light, making people unable to open their eyes for a while. He finally adapted to the light in the palace and paid careful attention. All the utensils in the palace were of the highest quality.
Treasures, not to mention all kinds of rare treasures, were just scattered randomly on the tables or shelves. The emerald screen in the middle with red gauze and embroidered "Luo Shen Fu" was worth a fortune. He was a man, and he didn't understand.
I just heard from my sister that after the death of Emperor Wen of Wei, his beloved concubine Xue Yelai was sent back to his hometown. One day, I read Cao Zhi's "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo". I thought of the time in the palace, and felt grateful for the late Zhen Mi's kindness.
Mao embroidered this picture of the Goddess of Luo, and also painted Cao Zhi's "Ode to the God of God". Xue Yelai was known as the "God of Needles", so he used black velvet to embroider the cursive characters.
The grass is the same, and it is lifelike. There is only one such screen in the world, and it is truly a priceless treasure.
Seeing his doubtful expression, the young eunuch hurriedly smiled and said: "Although An is out of favor, the Empress Dowager has ordered that none of the things should be taken back by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. She will only be buried here with her." He said with some scorn.
He shook his head and said in a pitiful tone: "Ms. An is so pitiful. There are no people to serve him anymore. He only has to face a pile of dead things every day. What's the point of living!"
Hearing this, his heart trembled slightly, but he couldn't sigh. He just looked at the screen. He was not good at judging the quality of embroidery work. He just felt that the Luo Shen above was really walking slightly, as if he was about to step off the screen.
Come to yourself.
When I heard my sister casually mention it, I took it seriously. Lingrong was very good at embroidery. If she saw it, she would definitely like it.
However, this is just a thought. Such a city-level treasure, like her who has entered the deep palace to accept her kindness, can only flash through my mind like lightning in the silence of the midnight dream - occasionally thinking
Just think about it.
But she didn't expect that she already had it. One can imagine how she had gathered the favor of three thousand people back then. Although she had not seen her honor and favor in person, most of the women in the harem came from aristocratic families, and she was one of the county magistrates with a humble background.
In this way, the girl started from the humble selection of attendants, step by step to the place of honor, and became the third concubine.
Concubine Oriole sang a clear song that lingered around the beams for three days, and with her amazing posture, she easily captured the countless glory of Ziao City.
But now that he is imprisoned in the cold palace, all this prosperity is like a dream, how like a joke!
He sighed softly.
The sigh ended like a wisp of cool wind, and before it dissipated, he saw a figure flashing behind the screen. After waiting for a long time, no one came out, and he hesitated a little, so he had to go in. Behind the screen was a very spacious room, where guests could be entertained.
place. She sat under the long window of the flower garden, her delicate hands slightly raised, and the colorful silk threads moved like butterflies between the thin white fingers and the snow-white cloth. She was wearing a honey-pink satin dress with silver threads, and her hair was
Her hair is not tied into a bun, but just a few strands hanging down like an unmarried woman. When the wind blows, they will rise softly. She has a simple plain white silver hairpin on her temples. Her demure posture is like that of a good woman when they first met.
. He had seen that silver hairpin before. When she stayed in Zhen Mansion, she only had this hairpin on her head. Even the clothes were the color she often wore at that time, but there was no silver thread like the Wanfu pattern.
It's just valuable.
Back then, she was as beautiful as a peach blossom, a peach blossom that bloomed as brightly as the wind and dew.
Being stirred by the memories, she raised her head, smiled slightly, and called him softly: "Mr. Zhen."
Zhen Heng was stunned for a moment, and his heart was beating wildly. Even the name he addressed him was the same as before. However, it was no longer the same year. He turned around for a moment and greeted him politely, "Concubine Li, Jin An."
She stopped her hand and suddenly smiled, "I treat the young master just like before, so why does the young master still call me 'empress'?" Her voice was as soft as the March wind, "Do you think I'm old? Do I still look like before?"
Zhen Heng lowered his head and said: "The rules of etiquette, I must abide by them, and I will never dare to offend the empress."
She saw him smiling and said softly: "You dare to come alone, you are not afraid of offending. Why should you be cautious again?"
In the past, how could she be so calm? If she noticed his gaze, she would bow her head shyly, and her face would be dizzy. When he raised his head, it took him a moment to see her face clearly. She had lost a lot of weight, and the makeup was delicate and thick, but it couldn't cover it up.
There are red marks on the swollen cheeks - I heard that it was caused by the slaps sent by the Queen Mother every day, which can hardly hide the endless vicissitudes of life in the eyes. "The empress's appearance is still the same, and her clothes are also the same as before, but her heart is no longer as pure as before.
.”
She lowered her hands and embroidered a few stitches, and he saw that what she had embroidered was a pair of mandarin ducks, swimming under a blooming oleander tree. She whispered: "If I still had that simple heart, I would have died in the palace long ago.
I’ve done it hundreds of times.” After saying that, he smiled and said, “Since etiquette is the rule, does it break the rules to quietly enter the concubine’s palace?”
Zhen Heng took a step back and said, "I am rude. However, I have something to ask your Majesty at your Majesty's invitation."
There was a plate of raw almonds on her hand, and she took one and ate it slowly. She turned her face, her beautiful side face bathed in the sun like a half-opened white lotus. Her voice was like murmuring in sleep, "You know
Who taught me embroidery? It was my mother. My mother was once an embroiderer in Suzhou. Her skills were very good. The birds she embroidered could fly, and the flowers she embroidered had fragrance. She was clever and handy.
, young and beautiful, my father liked her very much. At that time, my father was just a small businessman selling spices. He finally collected the money to marry my mother. He saved a lot of money by selling embroidery and donated sesame seeds.
Xiaoguan. My mother suffered bad eyesight for my father, and she is not as beautiful as she was when she was young. My father married several aunts and gradually disliked my mother. Although my mother is the first wife, she has bad eyesight and is old.
She was pretty and lacked scheming, so she suffered in every situation, so much so that my father didn't even want to see her. I watched several aunts fighting for favor every day, and I knew that if a woman is soft-hearted, she will suffer sooner or later. Later, the fifth aunt and a foreigner
The tailor ran away and took away all the gold and silver in the house. Seeing that the house was in ruins, several aunts also went their separate ways. Although my father was the county magistrate, he was not favored by that county magistrate and languished in officialdom.
I was helpless, what else could I do to chase Wu Yiniang back? Only then did I think of my mother's kindness. After entering the palace, Concubine Hua was so fierce and the Queen's palace was so deep that even the palace maids dared to bully me. I was so scared that I would fight every night
I dreamed that I would become like my mother, blind and bullied, and my life would be worse than death."
Zhen Heng hated her viciousness in her heart, but she couldn't help feeling a little pity at this moment, "I know that life in the palace is difficult. It's just that no matter how difficult the life is, and no matter how hard you have to make it, there is no need to hurt the people around you. Huan'er, she has always treated you as a child.
sisters."
"Who is born willing to hurt others? Willing to hurt the people around them?" She turned her head, a trace of anger flashed in her eyes. "I have been scared every day since I entered the palace, but no matter how scared I am, as long as I think of one person, I will feel better.
.I have been in the palace for several months and I don’t want to be favored. Do you know why? It’s because I don’t want to. I know that after entering the palace, I will not be able to leave the palace until my death. The palace concubine is different from the palace maid. The palace maid can still leave the palace at the age of twenty-five.
I can't go back to my hometown, but I can only live and die here. But..." She bit her lip, and her beautiful eyes crossed his face, seeming resentful and angry, "I would rather think like this all my life.
Let’s spend this life alone.”
He vaguely knew who the "person" she was talking about was. He raised his eyes slightly and met her burning gaze. His heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help blurting out: "Who?"
There was a sparkle in her eyes, and there was his figure in the crystal. There was a long silence, and the autumn sun fell so quietly in the courtyard. Her eyes seemed unable to bear such bright light and shadow, and they felt hot and itchy. Her heart was pounding.
She was pounding so hard, as if she was about to jump out of her chest, and she felt her throat was sore and astringent. After so many years, was she finally going to say this? She hesitated and struggled,
It seemed as if she couldn't believe it. After so long, could she finally tell him in person? Her throat was choked with sobs, and her eyes were so gentle that her eyes watered. After a long time, she whispered in a low voice, "I don't believe you don't know."
She was so shy and smiling, so much like her when she first entered Zhen's house. His heart softened. He knew that Lingrong liked him. He noticed her secretly looking at him more than once. He knew it. However, he just wanted to speak.
, a sudden movement occurred in my mind, and I suddenly thought of a person - that was when Qian Tao was first married. At that time, his treatment of Qian Tao was actually not very good. He was always indifferent, indifferent, and even worse than the most ordinary couple.
A few minutes lighter. That morning, when the morning light was dim and picturesque, Qitao was sitting in front of the mirror combing her hair. Her hair was thick and black, like a piece of shiny black satin. He asked her casually, "How old are you?"
"?" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he had not paid attention to anything about Qitao since she married into the Zhen family. Even her age was vague, seventeen or eighteen or ten years old. He regretted it as soon as the words came out. They had been married for more than a month.
, he didn't know her age. His daughter's family is very narrow-minded, and no matter how peaceful her temperament is, a storm is bound to happen.
Unexpectedly, Qian Tao was not annoyed, she just tilted her head and smiled brightly, "I don't believe you don't know that you coaxed me to play so early in the morning."
Zhen Heng was startled and could only smile bitterly, "I really don't know."
Qian Tao smiled, revealing a row of fine white teeth, "Eighteen. If you don't remember, I'll tell you again." Then he also smiled.
At that time, he knew that Qitao was such a generous and warm woman. Therefore, he gradually fell in love with this woman.
There were already some tears in the corners of her eyes. Lingrong's heart moved. It turned out that he was still thinking about her and cared about her so much. So she gained more courage and said softly: "That person is..."
"I was reckless." Zhen Heng cut her off, "I shouldn't have inquired into your Majesty's privacy. It doesn't matter who I want, but I am an outsider, so I don't have to tell you."
Lingrong felt a chill in her heart, and the silver needle in her hand trembled, almost piercing herself. A sad smile spread across her lips, "Young master, you think you are just an outsider in my heart?"
He took a deep breath and said, "Yes. Your Majesty once had a sister-in-law relationship with my younger sister, Concubine Shu. I am just Concubine Shu's brother and has nothing to do with your concubine. How can I not be considered an outsider?"
Why are there so much sweat on my fingertips? It's so astringent that I can't even catch a needle. Hearing him refuse so bluntly, the feeling is the same as watching him and Mr. Xue leave in love that day in the winter snow.
What's the difference? She has never forgotten the feeling at that moment, like an ice pick piercing her heart, and every limb and body was in pain - she and he were deeply in love, but she was always just an outsider, one who would feel heartbroken even if she watched from a distance.
However, I couldn't hate him after all.
The sorrow in my heart was like the heavy snowfall that day, and the chill was bone-chilling, "I used to think that Zhen Huan treated me sincerely. She rescued me during the draft; when I was in trouble, she took me to live in Zhen Huan's house and treated me well.
She was caring and considerate. After entering the palace, she, I, and Meizhuang depended on each other. At that time, I really thought she treated me well. She had so many things, noble birth, beautiful appearance, the emperor's favor, she had everything.
But I was scorned by the world because of my poor background, and I was killed and humiliated by Concubine Hua because of her kindness. It doesn't matter, she is your sister, and she treats me so well, so I should suffer some grievances for her.
. But why did she come to tell me that you were getting married to a rich and wealthy daughter from a noble family. From the moment she told me, all the expectations in my heart were shattered. I didn’t know that I would be pregnant again.
What kind of expectations and what kind of dreams can I have to resist the coldness that is everywhere in the palace? I don’t know! I really don’t know!” Lingrong’s voice burst out with a trace of unconcealable depression and choking, “But at that moment
, I suddenly understood that Zhen Huan knew, she had known my feelings for you for a long time, but she never said it. Because she knew that she could destroy all my dreams with just one sentence. From then on, I didn’t even have the right to dream.
No more."
She poured out her long-standing grievances, so many grievances, for so many late nights, that she even gritted her teeth. The late nights in Mingseju were so quiet that even the wind just stopped in a hurry, leaving behind
The faint laughter left again. Who could such joyful laughter belong to? The gentle and generous Meizhuang, the bright and domineering Concubine Hua, or the charming Zhen Huan?
It seemed that it didn't matter who it was, those laughter had nothing to do with her. She could only huddle in a simple corner of Mingse's house, speculating on the source of those laughter, missing that handsome face, and looking coldly at the moonlight on her skin.
Crawling over inch by inch until the morning light first appeared.
Zhen Heng was shocked, turned away, and said slowly: "I am the emperor's minister, and you are the emperor's concubine. There is no possibility between us. What's more, Huan'er and I have more than just our own futures on our shoulders.
It is the glory of the whole family. You have broken your heart and broken your dreams, which is a good thing for you, me and our family."
A sneer appeared on her lips, "Yes. At that time, I hadn't thought that her idea of breaking me off was just to ask me to replace Shen Meizhuang to compete for favors in order to consolidate her status in the palace. It's not that Concubine Shu didn't like it.
Your Majesty, you can personally introduce me to me, which shows your ruthlessness. What's more, before Shenmeizhuang was banned and her status was not in danger, she never thought of sharing half of the honor with me. It was just to enjoy the rain of divine grace.
.She has always been kind to me, giving me a helping hand and taking care of me everywhere, but it is nothing more than charity."
In the days when she was unfavored, Concubine Hua's contempt and Ling Ran became accustomed to her. Gradually, even the maids dared to openly laugh at her. Who is more noble than whom? She thought, originally she wanted to fight for her parents, but it backfired.
, gradually became the soil that everyone in the palace could trample on. All the unwillingness she felt when she was young, and the unbearable things before her, finally forced her to be competitive. However, as long as she thought of his words and smiles, her ambitions suddenly became weak.
Baijie, if she really accepts his favor once, maybe there will really be no fate between her and him.
In such miserable days, reflecting Zhen Huan's three thousand favors, she was compared to a wisp of mourning willow in the sunset, and was extinguished into one of the colorless beauties of the Sixth Palace.
If a woman is unlucky, she is like a pink rose in a box, easily blown away by the wind.
Such a miserable life, not even the Queen, who is the mother of the world, is spared, let alone herself. In those days, apart from Zhen Huan's habitual treatment of her, the only person who cared about her at all was the Queen in the harem who was as noble as the bright moon in the sky.
While she was flattered, she also caught a glimpse of the queen's glorious identity. Behind the bright moonlight, there was a incomplete shadow. That was a secret known to everyone in the palace. The queen was not favored.
The queen is not stunningly beautiful, and no matter how beautiful the rumored Queen Chunyuan is, the beauty of the queen under the pearly robes in front of her cannot even be compared with Zhen Huan and Concubine Hua.
Feng Shuyi is three points more beautiful than her.
Moreover, her youth is like the clouds in the sky, gradually dimming.
It’s not that I don’t sigh and be amazed. When a woman is young, she is not like the fresh rouge on her cheeks, delicate and fragrant, with the fragrance of flower dew, and the beauty of the beauty is like intoxication; when she gets older, the bright fragrance clouds also become
The remaining fat and powder are gone, like a dead and stiff wisp of flower soul. Even if I look at it for a second time, I feel disgusted. I wish I could wipe it clean with one hand.
No wonder, as young and bright as a concubine, and as domineering as a concubine, she dared to show such obvious disdain in front of the queen.
But for some reason, she had an inexplicable affection for the queen and wanted to get close to her. Just like the bright moon shining in a cold mirror, she saw the coldness and desolation in each other. There was a scent that she was familiar with on the queen's body. She couldn't tell what it was, but
She felt familiar. Perhaps, she also had that kind of familiarity, but she just didn't notice it.
As a result, she became somewhat close to the queen. Her ability to endure loneliness and her magnanimity as high as the clouds on the mountain made her admire her deeply. One day, she stayed alone after greeting her and presented her with an incense stick embroidered by her own hands.
Sachet, the spices in the sachet were prepared after careful consideration for a long time. It has a very elegant scent, with peonies and orchids as the base, mixed with agarwood and pine needles. The first smell is just a light smell, but after a long time,
The graceful essence of the peony will slowly reveal itself, refreshing the heart and mind. Even the embroidered patterns on the sachet are meticulous, with the phoenix piercing the peony, which is extremely gorgeous and fits the status of the queen.
Naturally, the queen liked it. She put it to her nose and sniffed it. She praised her good embroidery work and said that the smell was elegant. Just as her face turned red, the queen suddenly changed the subject and said, "This sachet is very good.
It's just a pity that I don't usually use spices."
All the women in the palace loved to use spices. Only then did she notice that every time she came to pay her respects to the queen, her palace was only scented with the fragrance of flowers and fresh fruits, and no expensive spices were ever used. She felt her face flush, as if she had just received the fragrance.
The queen was even more embarrassed when she praised her. She wanted to slap herself. How could she be so careless? However, the queen's gentle instructions saved her from being at a loss. "It's not that I don't like spices. I just want to tell you that some spices are used inappropriately."
It will only harm the body, like musk, so women should never use it. If you use it, pregnant women will have miscarriages, and unpregnant women will not be able to conceive easily."
She naturally knew this, and during the many days that Cheng Chong served at night, she used a small sachet containing a little musk to successfully prevent herself from becoming pregnant with the child of the man she did not love.
Moreover, when she saw Guan Wenyuan happily wearing the so-called "red agate string" given by the queen, she understood that the queen did not want her to have the emperor's child.
Of course, that was a story later, but at that time, she was deeply grateful to the queen for her gentle words and thoughtfulness.
The queen smiled slightly, looked at her and said: "You know how to mix fragrances, so you also know how powerful these things are. I'm just telling you a lot, and it's all in vain."
This is the Queen's cleverness. From a small sachet, she knows that she knows all about spices. Zhen Huan just likes to explore ancient recipes with her and pair them with the rare Lily Incense.
She remembered very clearly that it was the night of the fifteenth day of the month, and it was the emperor's custom to spend the night in the queen's palace. It was once a month, and often the only time, that the emperor stayed in the queen's palace.
So it was rare that the queen was willing to talk to her so kindly.
Sure enough, not long after, the small mansion next to the emperor came to convey the order, and what the queen greeted with a look of joy and anticipation was the oral message: "The emperor will stay at Tangli Palace tonight, please take a rest early."
That was a rare thing. Unless Concubine Hua was very coquettish and infatuated, she would rarely make an exception like this. What's more, these days, Zhen Huan had been favored for several days in a row, which had broken the emperor's rule of not being more lucky than three. She was uneasy
, thought the Queen was going to be angry, but unexpectedly saw the Queen's deeper and calmer smile, "Ms. Zhen is gentle and intelligent, and best at understanding the Sacred Heart. It is right for the Emperor to spend more time with her."
She almost took a breath of cold air. Suddenly she understood the similarities between the queen and herself. It turned out that they were both good at forbearing and could not show their emotions or anger.
It was not until later that she understood better that such forbearance was not a sign of inaction, but a move with a clearer goal.
At that moment, she suddenly felt deeply that even if Zhen Huan didn't want to do it herself, it was extremely inappropriate to take away the people and things that others loved and looked forward to the most.
The Queen once again raised the sachet to appreciate it carefully and said with a smile: "It has the smell of peonies and the pattern of peonies. My sister really understands my heart."
She didn't know where the courage came from, and said boldly: "The phoenix is the master of birds, and the peony is the king of flowers. It is suitable to match the queen."
The Queen smiled faintly and gently held the sachet in her hand.
It was a silent gesture of goodwill, she understood.
At first, it was just pity for the queen who was deprived of her favor. However, she soon realized the heartache of having the people and things she most expected and loved taken away, and she also understood that the favor in the White House was not necessarily closely related to appearance.
The queen is not absolutely beautiful, but she has the status of an unshakable queen. She has a good voice. Because of her singing voice, she flew up to the branches and sang gracefully. But one night when she woke up drunk, she looked at
With the noble man sleeping in her arms, an unforgettable face suddenly flashed through her mind. The cool night breath and the slightly cold starlight enveloped her body, and she suddenly felt tired and had the intention of retreating.
After a cold wind, she discovered that the tiger and wolf medicine used by the imperial doctor had broken her throat overnight, making her hoarse and smelly. She suddenly thought that it would be good to retreat like this. But the decline of grace was worse than she thought.
Faster, as if the tide was ebbing and flowing, she had already fallen out of favor. Looking at the dazzling gold beads and jade on the table, she suddenly returned to a deserted life, and she was a little confused.
So she tried to regain her voice, but found that she was not able to do it, so she became lazy. At that time, Zhen Huan had just become pregnant with her first child, and she was so favored that she had no time to care about herself. When the queen saw that she had lost her voice,
Then she carefully mixed the medicine, and asked the singer who had served Queen Chunyuan in the past to teach her how to pronounce her voice, and she sang a song that was astonishing to heaven and earth again. Thinking of her father, who had been implicated for no reason and almost lost his life, he was extremely anxious.
Only then did she understand the importance of favor and status in the palace. Even though she is favored by Zhen Huan, she also has to seek help from the queen for her own affairs. It can be seen that the queen is the one she can truly rely on. Therefore, when she found out that the queen wanted her
When the Shuhen glue given to Zhen Huan contained a wisp of pure musk hidden under the rich floral fragrance, she took it calmly and with a smile.
This has become a tacit understanding, just like when she saw the queen hugging pine nuts while she was sleeping, she reminded her with a smile that the smell would be a strong irritant to cats and dogs.
Without him, in her career as a female, she must rely on the queen and then make her wish come true.
There is no love anymore, so she magnifies her hatred infinitely to fill the emptiness and loneliness after her prosperity turns around.
Zhen Heng heard the coldness of her words and shook her head: "Since Huan'er already knew that you cared about me and avoided favor, how could I force you to go? What's more, if the three of them depend on each other as you said, then Meizhuang would be banned and Huan'er would be in danger.
, if I don’t join hands with you, I will just become a mermaid.”
Lingrong smiled and said nothing. She just lowered her head and embroidered a few colorful feathers of the mandarin duck, picked a few almonds to eat, and sighed in a low voice: "You are her brother, so naturally you will take care of everything for her. I will take care of her."
But I don’t have such a good life, I don’t have any brothers to rely on, and there is no one I can trust except myself.”
It's not that she doesn't envy the sisterly love between Zhen Huan and Meizhuang. It's just that she can't compare to Meizhuang after all. She even feels that from the beginning to the end, Zhen Huan has never been sincere to her, but she is just taking advantage of her.
At the moment when the past was floating around, he caught a glimpse of Zhen Heng's expression about wanting to speak. Lingrong knew what he wanted to say, but he didn't want to listen. She only looked at him Yingying and said, "Is your usual toothache better?"
Zhen Heng could only reply: "Thank you for your concern, I'm much better now.
"Are you biting the clove? Or are you using a new recipe?"
"Your Majesty's method is very useful." After he answered, his fingers subconsciously touched the small brocade bag on his waist. There were always a few lilac buds in it. When you have a toothache, you can take one out and hold it in your mouth. It can relieve pain and also improve the health of your lips and teeth.
There is a fragrant smell. A long time ago, he cherished her so much, but now... he can't completely let go of her.
"Then I feel at ease." She raised her head, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "You must have something to say when you come to see me, just ask."
Zhen Heng said in a deep voice: "I don't know the grudge between you and Huan'er, but I know my sister's nature. She will not offend anyone unless she is offended. I only hate that I am outside the palace and cannot do everything I can when she needs it most.
With the effort of being an elder brother, I watched her lose her child, watched her be wronged and suffered a lot in the palace, watched her be deposed and practiced cultivation, but nothing could be done to help her."
Lingrong brushed her hanging hair, picked up four or five almonds and ate them, saying quietly: "You always blame yourself. Sometimes I envy Concubine Shu. There are so many women in the palace who live like zombies, but only
She can leave the palace. Although she is a deposed concubine, what does it matter? There is a living world outside the palace, people are alive, and the heart is also alive. But she is so stupid, insisting on returning to the palace, putting herself in
This is a place where there is neither death nor life." She glanced at Zhen Heng sadly, "The implication of your words is that you resent me for being cruel. I didn't want that child to die at all. In this palace, everyone has their own feelings.
Everyone has to do something they can't help themselves, so why am I the same? If my father wasn't hated by Concubine Hua and wanted to kill him, how would I know that I must have the favor of the emperor to stand on my own? It's not that I can't tolerate your sister's child
", it's the Queen." She frowned slightly, as if she felt uncomfortable, "After that incident, I have been feeling guilty. Even if the Queen and the Guan family wanted to kill the Zhen family, I would not harm Concubine Shu anymore.
. But I hate it so much. I was unhappy every day in the palace, but I had to laugh and compete for favor. If Zhen Huan hadn’t pushed me to take this path, why would I have been so depressed all my life. After Fu Ruyin entered the palace, I
I have always been afraid that she looks so much like your sister. I can't help but be afraid, and even more hateful. I vented all the things I couldn't do to your sister on her. I can't kill Concubine Shu without mercy. I want her to die.
, she is outside the palace, just let anyone push her off the cliff. But she is your sister after all. I hate your sister, I hate the queen, I hate the emperor. I hate, I am also afraid. Don’t I know that the queen is not really helping
Me, she asked me to compete for her favor and taught me how to imitate my voice so perfectly that I would be like Queen Chunyuan when she was reincarnated—it was nothing more than a shadow."
"You hate everyone around you and surround yourself with hatred. The emperor has loved you for many years. Even if he doesn't really love you, he doesn't treat you badly. Even if you want to plot against Fu Ruyin, why bother using Five Stones to Powder
Harm the dragon's body."
Lingrong couldn't help it any longer, and the silver needle in his hand pierced the tight white cloth, making a crisp sound, "Does he love me? Then you have forgotten that the title he gave me is 'Concubine Oriole'"
'?Have you ever heard of any concubine who was titled after a bird or animal? Your sister tried her best to humiliate me and gave me the title of 'Concubine Oriole', but that's all. She already hates me, but the emperor does.
I happily agreed. It can be seen that for so many years, in his heart, I am just an oriole that can only sing. If I sing well, he likes it; if my voice is bad, I will fall out of favor. If I didn't have this voice that resembles Queen Chunyuan, if it weren't for me,
Always humble, if I hadn't tried so hard to keep him with spices, I'm afraid my end would be a hundred times more miserable than it is now. The queen used me, guarded against me, and did not hesitate to put me down for Guan's sake; the emperor just doted on me. He even dreamed when he thought of me
The rights are gone. Whenever I think of you, I will think of you being in love with someone else. How can I not hate it?! I always think that if there is no emperor, there will be no draft and I will not be allowed to leave you; if there is no emperor
, I don’t have to calculate my life every day; if there was no emperor, I would not be the queen’s pawn. The queen’s favorite thing in life is the queen and the emperor. When she saw Fu Ruyin’s special favor, she hated her even more than me. Although it was her order
I got rid of Fu Ruyin, but my method killed two birds with one stone. I coaxed Fu Ruyin to use five stones to fight for favor, which made the emperor more attached to her. The emperor took the five-stone powder to kill him and hurt his body, and the queen felt more pain than if she had been stabbed several times. That
At that time, I was really happy!"
Even he felt that the emperor really loved him, didn't he? From the moment she was given the title of "Concubine Oriole", she clearly understood that in the eyes of this great person who had been with him for many years, she was just a singing bird.
She is an oriole bird. She has always known that she is not stunningly beautiful, and her body is also slender, and she is not as slender as others. What she can be proud of is her gentle and gentle temperament. She is so docile that she forgets that she is still a human being and has her own thoughts and ideas.
, every word and deed is meek and obedient, and she has a good voice that is very similar to Queen Chunyuan. Just a voice, she feels is far from enough. Occasionally flipping through ancient books, she knows better than anyone else how to prepare a potion of love for her.
It was easy. Favor to her was like a gorgeous dress on her body. Once it was taken off, she would find that she still had nothing. Therefore, after losing her beautiful voice, even if she knew that Xiji Pills contained musk, she couldn't care less.
I can only swallow it all.
No one understands how much she hates Xuan Ling! Without his decree, perhaps her life would have been another flower blooming.
It is true that she also hates the queen, even though she has eliminated so many women that she taboos in front of the queen. But she is used to seeing the murderous tactics of the queen under her pleasant appearance, and the longer the time goes by, the more frightened she becomes. And she is
How can the Queen not be afraid of people with the same temperament as the Queen?
Regarding the matter of Hu Yunrong's clothes, the Queen calmly said that she felt a tightening feeling in her heart when she told the truth. It was not that she felt betrayed. She was used to betraying and being betrayed, just like drinking water and eating. It was a normal thing. But she suddenly realized that she
He was also tabooed by the Queen and became someone who could be pushed out and sacrificed at any time.
On the day Guan Wenyuan died, it rained so heavily that the sky and the ground were filled with white vapor, and the cold clothes wrapped around her clothes. She stood behind the queen and watched Guan Wenyuan being washed away by the heavy rain and losing all warmth.
The corpse was dragged limply on the mossy bricks and stones of Yongxiang, and she felt an inexplicable joy in her heart. When she caught a glimpse of the queen's face, she was as indifferent as watching an ant being twisted to death.
The queen never cared that the old chess piece was discarded and she just picked a new one.
She has always been a calm and thoughtful person.
How many times have I woke up in the middle of the night, soaked in cold sweat while looking at Zhaoyang Palace? Maybe one day, I will become one of those pink dead souls. Her children, who should not have been born, are wearing perfume containing musk.
After taking the cyst, after taking Guoxiji Pills. But the queen told her clearly, "You must have a child, otherwise you can't save An Bihuai, let alone yourself."
For so long, she had not wanted to be pregnant with the emperor's child. Watching Zhen Huan cry and sink for the loss of her son, and watching the concubines cry and cry for their heirs, happy and disappointed, she just felt bored. It was really boring, this life
It is no longer within her control, like fallen leaves drifting in the Tangtang River, why bother adding another child, and the child of a man she does not love. What's more, once she has a child and has the capital to be a favorite, the queen will be the first to
It will kill you. Your life is already burdened with heavy burdens, so there is no need to add more weight to it.
She knows too well how to prevent herself from having a life.
But how ridiculous it was that after persisting for so many years, she had to try every means to forcefully conceive, even though she knew that her frail body could no longer give the child a complete life. But the queen already smiled and said, "Your child will not be born by then."
, it won’t be your fault.”
Occasionally, she wore a sachet containing musk to get close to the pregnant concubine, and occasionally stretched out her fingers to carefully mix musk medicine for the queen. The queen was not willing to get her hands dirty with these filth easily, even if she knew she would never do it again.
No fertility transition.
Your life is inherently lowly, isn't it?
She sneered and agreed gently. She already knew that the life of the child in her belly would naturally be filled by others. Whether she was wronged or not, she was too lazy to care and care about it. So even if she knew that she had fallen into Zhen Huan's scheme, she knew
She was not overly sad that she could no longer have children. She only felt that the endless disappointment slowly condensed into despair like cold iron, pouring into every inch of the blood vessels in her body.
She hated herself so much, hated that she couldn't help herself, whether it was Zhen Huan or the queen, she had always been just a pawn in their hands to get whatever they wanted.
She has never truly owned herself.
She hated her so much that she bit her lower lip hard to suppress the helplessness and hatred surging in her heart. Zhen Heng had never seen such a sad look on her face, and her heart was shocked and painful, and she unconsciously said: "Gong
We are separated by a wall, and the person who broke your dream is none other than me. So you don’t need to be angry with others, let alone my beloved wife and young son! Qitao and Zhining did something wrong again!"
Lingrong's expression seemed to be frozen by the wind and snow, with a desolate chill, "You think I don't want to hate? I have always wanted to hate you, and why did you find Gu Jiayi, who looks similar to me, to make me think that you still have feelings for me!
I hate you for making up a dream for me and smashing it to pieces myself! I want to hate you so much, but I can't! I can only hate the woman who is closest to you. The day Xue exists, I feel more like a
What a joke! It’s me who met you first! It’s me! Why is she the one who works with you and grows old together! I don’t want to give birth to the emperor’s heir because of you, so I have been using spices as a contraceptive for many years. Why does she?
I can give birth to your child and own your flesh and blood! Why does everyone want me to give up my feelings for you, but you can't give up my feelings for the Xue family and your children! After you were exiled, the queen had already determined that the Zhen family would not make a comeback.
She is very sure. But I want to know whether you have forgotten Xue and Zhining after four years of exile. So I specially sent someone to tell you about their deaths. As long as you can bear it, I can think of a way immediately.
So that you don’t have to suffer the hard labor of exile. But you went crazy for that woman! You still miss her after so many years of death! I hate! I hate! Why does Xue Qitao have everything, Zhen Huan has everything, and I have nothing?!
I hate it so much!" Lingrong's emotions were like fireworks gushing out, with hot tears rolling down her face. She was shaking violently. She reached out and grabbed the scissors and pricked them hard. A huge crack suddenly appeared on the snow-white cloth. The cloth was torn.
The sound was particularly harsh, and a painting of mandarin ducks and peach blossoms that was about to be completed was destroyed.
It's not like she didn't regret it. When she witnessed Zhen Huan's heartbreak after losing her first child, she felt a trace of pity in her joy. Even though she was as beautiful as her, there were times when she was heartbroken and desolate, but it was because she had taken all the honors.
When the time came, she couldn't care less and knew she couldn't look back.
Moreover, when she heard that he was divorcing his first wife because of Gu Jiayi, who looked similar to her, she suddenly felt remorseful. Zhen Huan was his sister, and what she had caused Zhen Huan to lose was not only Zhen Huan's child, but also his unborn nephew. She
, how could he harm his biological sister like this! That night, no one knew how she cried silently, her clothes wet with tears.
It was only after all the tears were shed, and I stood alone in the vast snow, that I realized that I was just one of the traps that deceived myself and others, the funniest joke in the world, which was used to set off the beautiful scenery of a good time, like flowers and beautiful couples. Yan Shuangfei's
In spring, others are always just others, and I can only be the falling flowers and the independent cold snow.
Xue Qitao and Zhen Huan's happy smiles and prominent family background illuminated her inferiority and emptiness so brightly that she had nowhere to hide.
A heart without tears can be so hollow and hard. She suddenly understood the queen and herself.
So when the order was given to put malaria-infected rats into prison to bite Xue Qitao and his young son, she only had the fervent hope and joy of repaying her old revenge.
But he didn't understand that this kind of happiness was actually because he cared about him too much.
The sounds, faces, and smiles of his beloved wife and son seemed to be still in front of him. Zhen Heng's heart ached, and countless fires seemed to be burning in her mind, "You think Jiayi was deliberately brought by me to deceive you. Even I didn't know that Jiayi was the queen."
He and Guan deliberately brought her into the game, just because she looks similar to you, so they can alienate you and make you hate Huan'er and me wholeheartedly, and then the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind and destroys the Zhen family! You
You always say 'I think', you always go to the extreme with your own feelings, how can you ever think about something calmly?! How can a narrow-minded person who only assumes the worst in everything not live in pain and hatred!" Ling Rongben burst into tears!
Lian Lian, who had hurt her life experience, was stunned when she heard this. Zhen Heng suppressed her anger and said, "Why don't I know your feelings for me? I knew it as early as when we were in Zhen Mansion! But I was so angry early in the morning
In order to take into account each other's identities and clan members, how could you deliberately find a woman similar to you to provoke you after you entered the palace for many years? How could you not think about it carefully, which led to today's big mistake!"
Lingrong slowly shed tears, and the endless autumn light fell on her face, which seemed to be unable to dry her tears. "It's me, I don't want to think like this, I don't dare to think like this. I would rather think that you
If you have feelings for me, I am willing to misunderstand and hate others like this. The night in the palace is so long and cold, and I don't dare to look back and think about how I survived every second. If I don't think so, I will really go crazy with the cold!"
Zhen Heng turned her face and said coldly: "No matter how cold you are, don't use other people's blood to warm yourself." For a moment in his memory, he was riding horses to fight on the battlefield, and the strong wind with the smell of blood hit his face, and the blade
When you cut on the enemy's bones, there will be a stiff block, and bright red blood will spurt out and cover your eyes. After a day of life and death, no matter how hard the blade is, it will curl up. The night at the frontier fortress is deep.
Dark blue, the brightness of the stars is pale and pale, the wind wraps the sand and blows whistling, the horse lowers its head and sips the clear lake water. After looking at it for a long time, the face of the mausoleum will slowly appear in the clear lake water.
In fact, he had already noticed that when he was dancing the sword in Zhen's mansion, the pale pink figure was watching him from behind the small carved window. When he paid attention, the edge of his straight sword was deflected by a few inches.
If it weren't for Qian Tao's warmth and cheerfulness, perhaps his life would have already reached a dead end and he would never be able to get out of it.
Lingrong raised his hand to wipe away the remaining cold tears on his cheeks, and said quietly: "I'm sorry. Maybe you have never seen An Lingrong like this. Or maybe in your heart, I have long been a femme fatale."
Zhen Heng said softly: "In my memory, you will always be the slender woman in pink clothes under the oleander in Zhen Mansion."
Lingrong couldn't hide the surprise and calmness in her eyes, "Do you still remember?"
Zhen Heng seemed to be holding back, but finally nodded, "Always remember."
Lingrong lowered his head slightly, with a soft smile on his lips. He took a few more almonds and ate them, "I hope you can always remember me, but you must forget who I am today. If you are willing to remember me in the future, it must be that time."
of me."
Maybe she was too excited just now, maybe the tears diluted the makeup, and Lingrong's face was a little transparent and pale. The wind blew in, and countless gauze curtains were blown up. It seemed that the shattered life was being fiddled with by the hand of fate.
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Lingrong looked at him with a lustful look. After a long time, she finally said softly: "You can go. It won't be good if the Queen Mother wakes up from her nap and is discovered."
Zhen Heng nodded, "This is all between you and me."
A dim smile appeared on the corner of Lingrong's lips, "My sins are serious, you must not forgive me." Seeing Zhen Heng was startled, the smile deepened, "If you forgive me, you will definitely not think of me again in the future.
I."
There was a strong astringency in his heart. She was such a smart woman, and she had said everything she had to say early in the morning. She knew that she would never forgive her, and that she would think of her for the rest of her life, so she deliberately put him in such a dilemma. He turned his face away from her.
, "Your Majesty, just take care of yourself. I will not forgive your Majesty's fault, and I will try my best not to think of you again."
"Try your best?" She smiled brightly, "What you have to do your best will definitely be difficult to achieve."
"But as long as you try your best, it will always be better. I will not forgive you, nor will I bother to hate you, because it's not worth it."
Lingrong's eyes were filled with a shadow of fear, and her fingertips were covering her chest and trembling slightly. Her smile was bleak and sad, "Yes. My life is not worth it." She turned her face slightly and paid attention.
The oleanders blooming like bright clouds outside the window dyed her pale cheeks with their bright color, adding a gentle look, "Look how beautiful these flowers are, but it's a pity that they won't be there next year."
Zhen Heng couldn't understand why she had such desolate words for a moment. He just thought that she was feeling grateful for the situation and turned around to leave without saying anything. No one had cleaned the Jingchun Palace for a long time, and his steps brought up a little bit of dust and wind, which was slightly choking. Ling
Rong's eyes were glued to his departing figure, and he felt that the dusty air brought up by his steps was also making people greedy. Would he look back at himself again? However, he saw that he was almost in front of the palace gate.
After all, he didn't look back at her again. If he really didn't want to think of himself anymore - she suddenly became afraid, as if endless darkness and fear swallowed her up, and she even watched the hot blood flowing out of Zhen Huan's body take away.
She had never been so scared when her first child was born. Perhaps, she owed him so much and owed his sister so much, she should also repay some.
In the moment of clear memory, she will always remember that that day, she learned the steps of Jinghong Dance from the Queen. She was too sleepy in the afternoon, so she took a nap while leaning on the small pavilion at the back of the palace. The shadow of the sun was deep, and there were several lush trees outside the window.
The banana covered her and no one noticed.
In the haze, I heard Xiuxia saying to Huichun: "Go and stew a bowl of bird's nest and tuckahoe soup. The queen wants to drink it when she wakes up from her nap."
Huichun said with a smile: "I know." After speaking, she paused and whispered: "Jin Liangyuan was afraid that she was pregnant, so she sent some peach kernels from outside. Later, she ground them and put them into her almond tea.
The house was sent to the house without anyone noticing, who knows that little hoofs can't be blind just because they are favored by the emperor?"
Xiuxia sneered and said: "She deserves it! This method is the most effective. Have you forgotten Queen Chunyuan back then? It is the most foolproof."
Huichun walked away with Xiuxia's laughter, and she broke into a cold sweat. She pressed her body tightly against the wall, as if her soul was no longer hers. The setting sun shone deep into the courtyard, and she felt a deep chill to her bones.
That kind of chill suddenly burst out from the bottom of her heart at this moment. She suddenly stood up and said loudly to his back: "Queen, kill the queen -" That was the last remaining breath. She saw him suddenly looking back, shocked.
A sad smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Please convey this to Concubine Shu."
He nodded, then turned around and left.
She looked at his last back, tried her best to smile, and lowered her head softly. When a person is about to die, his words are also kind. But can he understand it, and can Concubine Shu understand it?
She didn't want to think about it. The only sweet moment - he was willing to look back in the end. The feeling of suffocation hit her chest like waves. She was speechless and her body slid softly against the wall.
Go down. She smiled bitterly. She had never been able to control this life and this tone. Now, she could finally make the decision for herself. Cold tears fell from her eyes again. In the hazy eyes, it seemed that he was still warm and warm on that day when they first met.
She held her hand to calm her panic and embarrassment, "Don't be afraid, Miss An, I am Zhen Huan's brother, Zhen Heng."
That was the first time he and she met. If life could stay at that moment forever, it would never be as broken up as it is today.
At that time, his smile was clear and sweet, without the vicissitudes of life today. His happiness and his stable life were ultimately destroyed by her own hands. And what she destroyed with her own hands was not only his life, but also herself.
’s, Zhen Huan’s, Meizhuang’s, all are in pieces.
If there is an afterlife, she is willing to use her own life to make up for what she owes him.
She thought sleepily, so tired that she finally didn't want to think about it anymore. The wind blew by, and a bunch of oleander flowers in the garden were flying like rain, and the sky was filled with these fragrant and poisonous flying flowers, like a dream, like an illusion.
It brushed over her body like a bewilderment, covering her breathing.
On the first day of October in the twenty-third year of Qianyuan, Concubine An committed suicide in Jingchun Hall at the age of twenty-six.