Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

In the ancient and solemn Forbidden City, the situation is changing and the story unfolds slowly like a magnificent painting.

But Hailancha didn't know what to do. At this time, he was standing in a quiet courtyard.

The trees around are lush and green, and the sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, forming patches of light. The breeze blows gently, and the leaves rustle, as if telling unknown stories.

However, Hailancha had no intention of appreciating the picturesque scenery. The words of persuasion lingered on his lips, as if blocked by a layer of invisible ice and he couldn't utter them at all. He seemed a little at a loss.

He stood there uncomfortably, rubbing his hands unconsciously. The stone pavement under his feet seemed to have a tremendous force, making his feet seem to be nailed to the ground, too heavy to move.

His brows were furrowed into a deep frown, his eyes full of anxiety and helplessness. He looked at the room not far away, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

Wei Yingluo stood quietly in the room, her figure seemed a little thin under the sunlight. "Hai Lan Cha, thank you, thank you."

Wei Yingluo's voice was trembling and incoherent. She tried hard to control her emotions, but the trembling in her voice still betrayed her inner turmoil.

Her lips trembled slightly, and every word seemed to be spoken with all her strength.

Hailancha quickly said: "No, it's not your fault. Wei Yingluo, you have done a good job." His voice was full of concern and anxiety.

"It's none of your business. It's all my fault. I didn't protect him well and I didn't fulfill my promise." Wei Yingluo's voice was filled with tears, and the tears seemed to come from the depths of her soul, which was heartbreaking.

Her eyes were full of self-blame and pain, like a dark abyss that was about to swallow her whole.

Her tears were welling up in her eyes, but she was trying hard not to let them fall. Her stubborn look made people feel distressed.

At this moment, the sky outside the window was so gloomy that it seemed about to collapse, and the heavy dark clouds pressed on my heart like a block of lead.

The wind howled, causing the branches in the courtyard to sway wildly, and the fallen leaves were rolled up and flew helplessly in the air. The branches were like struggling arms, trying to grab something, but unable to do so.

Wei Yingluo's mind kept flashing through every detail of her time with Fu Heng. Those beautiful memories were now like sharp knives, mercilessly piercing her heart.

Every memory was like a heavy blow, making her heart tremble. The laughter and joy they had when they walked together in the garden, the warmth and tranquility when they admired the moon together, now became a sharp blade that pierced her.

Hailancha was very sad, his brows were tightly furrowed, like two deep ravines, which seemed to be full of worries and helplessness. "No, you have done very well, is there anything else I can do? Please, Yingluo, let me do something for Fuheng."

His eyes were full of eagerness and sincerity, and his body leaned forward slightly, as if to convey his determination to Wei Yingluo. His hands were clenched into fists, and the joints turned white due to the force.

Wei Yingluo was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Then I would like to ask you to warn Mingyu and everyone in Changchun Palace not to trust Iparhan who entered the palace today."

There was an unquestionable seriousness in her eyes, as if this was an order that could not be disobeyed. Her eyes were like torches, burning with a determined flame.

"Also, find a trustworthy person to go to the Holan tribe to check Iparhan and find some of the children's belongings as evidence..."

Her hands were tightly grasping the corner of her clothes, which had been crumpled beyond recognition in her hands. She was thinking that she must stop the possible conspiracy and not let the harm to Fu Heng and her own obstruction become meaningless.

Her knuckles turned white from the exertion, and the anxiety in her heart made her feel like an ant on a hot pan, making her restless.

When Hailancha heard Wei Yingluo say that Iparhan already had a child, he was so shocked that his eyes widened. His eyes were wide open and his face was full of surprise. That expression seemed to be frozen on his face and could not dissipate for a long time.

His mouth was slightly open and couldn't close for a long time. The shock in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt.

His heart was filled with doubts and awareness of the seriousness of the matter, and then he nodded heavily. He knew that this matter must not be simple and he had to do it as soon as possible.

He took a deep breath, as if to draw all his determination into his chest.

"Yingluo, don't worry, I will set off immediately to visit the Holland tribe in person." His voice was steady and firm, as if he was giving himself an order that must be completed. The tone was unquestionable, as if he was declaring war on fate.

There was a determination gleam in his eyes, like the brightest star in the night sky.

Wei Yingluo nodded slightly, her eyes full of gratitude.

Hailancha turned and left, his figure seemed particularly firm under the sunlight. Wei Yingluo looked at his departing back, and a warm current surged in her heart. She knew that Hailancha would definitely do his best to help Fu Heng.

Afterwards, Wei Yingluo and everyone in the entire Fucha Mansion, and even the Imperial Hospital, read medical books day and night.

The room where Wei Yingluo was was filled with various medical books, like a mountain of books.

The yellowed pages exuded an old smell that filled the entire room. Wei Yingluo stared at the pages tightly, with fatigue and persistence in her eyes.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was fighting against fatigue. Her eyes were so focused that it seemed as if the only thing in the world was the medical books in front of her.

Her fingers gently slid across the pages, not missing any words that might be useful. Her fingers were slender and long, but a little rough from flipping through the pages for a long time. Her body had been in the same position for a long time, and it was a little stiff, but she didn't notice it.

At this time, the rain outside the window was dripping, and the raindrops hit the window, making a monotonous and dull sound. The raindrops seemed to be the tears of heaven, sad for the sufferings of this world.

Wei Yingluo had only one thought in her mind, that is, she must find a way to cure Fu Heng in these books. Her brows were tightly knitted, like a lock, locking up all her anxiety and hope. The tightly knit brows seemed to carry a heavy burden.

The doctors in the Imperial Hospital all looked serious. They carefully flipped through the medical books, frowning in thought, the wrinkles on their brows seemed like marks of time; sometimes they exchanged a few words with each other, their voices were low and urgent. Their eyes were focused and anxious, as if they were looking for a life-saving straw in these densely packed words.

The servants of Fucha Mansion were also helping to search, and the whole mansion was immersed in a tense and depressing atmosphere. The leaves outside the window rustled, as if they were sighing for their anxiety. The sighing of the leaves seemed to be telling the impermanence of fate.

But during this period of time, they had almost searched through all the relevant books in the capital, but found nothing. Wei Yingluo became more and more anxious, she felt like she was groping in the dark, but could not find a way out.

The darkness was like thick ink, tightly wrapping her up, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and every beat was filled with pain.

Wei Yingluo was exhausted, and in her extreme sleepiness, she even dreamed of her master.

In the dream, she saw the master touching his white beard and saying with a smile, "Yingluo, go to sleep quickly. You don't have to be afraid. Everything is destined by cause and effect..." The master's voice was like a warm spring breeze, blowing gently into Wei Yingluo's heart.

Wei Yingluo seemed to see hope, her eyes were full of surprise and longing. "Master! Yingluo misses you very much, but why have you never returned to the capital? Please come back soon and help Yingluo. I am willing to promise you to travel with you."

Her voice was a little coquettish, and she leaned forward and even knelt down. She felt that the master was the last straw to cure Fu Heng. As long as the master took action, Fu Heng would definitely be saved.

But the master just kept smiling, neither shaking his head nor nodding. Wei Yingluo was getting anxious, and she began to beg him. There was a pleading look in her eyes, and she put her hands together in front of her chest, bent her body slightly, and kept bowing to the master.

Her voice became more and more urgent, "Master, you must help Yingluo. Fuheng is in danger now, but I can't live without him..."

But the master just sighed and said with a smile, "Go to sleep. We will meet again if we are destined. Master is leaving now."

Wei Yingluo watched Master's figure gradually disappear. She wanted to reach out and grab him, but she couldn't. "Master! Don't leave!"

Wei Yingluo woke up from her sleep, with fear still in her eyes. She looked at the dazzling sunlight outside the window, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

The sunlight was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into her eyes. Her forehead was covered with sweat and her hair was a little messy.

She rubbed her eyes and shook her head, trying to make herself more awake, and then continued to look at the difficult language and knowledge in the medical book.

A glimmer of hope rekindled in her eyes, and she had a vague feeling in her heart that perhaps her master would return to the capital with her master.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell…

In Baoyue Tower, there was light singing and dancing. Chen Bi danced in the tower, her skirt spinning in the air like a blooming flower. The embroidery on her skirt sparkled like falling stars.

The silk threads on the skirt sparkled brightly under the light, like a shooting star across the night sky.

The bells tied around her ankles jingled, and the clear sound seemed to accompany her dance. Each bell jingled like a jumping note, dancing in the air. The sound of the bells was clear and melodious, like the clear stream in the mountains.

Chen Bi's face was filled with a happy smile, and every movement she made was full of agility and beauty. Her hair flew as she danced, like black silk floating in the wind. Her eyes were bright and lively, as if they could captivate people.

She was immersed in her own world of dance, bending her waist and performing a single dance, her smile was bewitching yet innocent, as if it could seduce anyone's soul. Her posture was light and graceful, like a dancing butterfly.

Time passed in the Forbidden City. Of course, it was impossible for her to remain immersed in endless sorrow for Fu Heng.

Except Changchun Palace.

Empress Fucha was already well, but her heart was still shrouded in a lingering shadow of Fu Heng's affairs. That shadow was like a cloud of haze, weighing heavily on her heart. Her steps became heavy, no longer as light as before.

The Queen walked slowly in the garden of Changchun Palace, surrounded by beautiful and colorful flowers. However, the Queen had no intention of appreciating the beautiful scenery. She no longer actively managed the palace affairs as before, but focused on taking good care of the second prince and the third princess.

She combed the children's hair gently and carefully, her eyes full of maternal love. "Second brother, be good. Third princess, you are the cutest." The queen said gently.

The spring sunshine shines through the carved window lattices onto her and the children. The sunshine is warm and soft, like the gentle touch of a mother's hand.

But she often lost her focus while taking care of the children, and Fu Heng's pale face would involuntarily appear in her mind. The dust in the sunlight was flying in the air, just like her chaotic thoughts.

There was a melancholy in her eyes, and she seemed a little unhappy. She didn't see the concubines. She just wanted to shut herself up and wait quietly for the news that Fu Heng was getting better. She often looked into the distance, full of expectation and worry.

She ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddhist scriptures every day. The curling incense rose in the quiet palace, and her face looked more and more haggard in the smoke. The incense was like the sorrow in her heart, which was tangled and could not be cut off. The Buddhist beads in her hand turned gently, and each bead seemed to carry her worries.

In Fucha Mansion, Wei Yingluo was still trying to find a way to cure Fu Heng. She and the servants kept flipping through medical books one after another.

"You must search carefully and not miss any clues." Wei Yingluo said seriously.

"Yes, Madam." The servants answered in unison.

Wei Yingluo's eyes were full of determination. She knew that she could not give up. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, she would keep working hard.

On the way to the Holan tribe, Hailancha rode his horse and galloped all the way. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to find evidence as soon as possible to help Fuheng.

The scenery along the way quickly receded, green mountains, green waters, blue sky and white clouds, but Hailancha had no intention of appreciating it. His face was full of determination, and his eyes were shining with determination.

"Fu Heng, you must wait for me to come back." Hailancha said silently in his heart.

As time went by, the atmosphere in the Forbidden City remained tense and depressing.

Wei Yingluo, the people from the Fucha Mansion, and the imperial doctors from the Imperial Medical Bureau were all working hard to cure Fu Heng's condition.

Hailancha was also on his way to the Holan tribe, struggling to find evidence.