King's man

Hong Yin and Lu Ying are still dead.In this place called the palace, sometimes death is very complicated, requiring a complete set of tools such as knives, axes, and fire to complete a complete and complicated process; sometimes death is very simple, all you need is a glass of wine, or a rope .But more often, death, or life, will not be noticed at all, and the fresh life is like dead wood.Nothing but humble existence.

Lin Mei was sitting in the inner palace cell.Her eyes are still very charming, her clothes are still bright, her hairpins are still bright, and her black hair is still soft.She is so out of tune with everything around her, as if everything is the background of her beauty, and everything is a foil to her beauty.I still remember the first time I came to this place, I was wearing that red dress with rings and petals in full bloom.At that time, Qingping was inside, but now it's her.When it really came to this point, she didn't complain anymore.There is no trouble of competing for favor, no disputes about right and wrong, and no restraint of moral etiquette.Here, she seems to have returned to the other courtyard where she lived since she was a child. In captivity, she has gained freedom.Within a few days after entering, the prison cell became her boudoir, with a brocade quilt on the floor, her feet got rid of their shoes, and her white feet stepped on the brocade quilt, light and soft.She also took off her hairpin, and her long hair hung down like splashes of ink, covering her slender waist.She took off all the extra clothes and wrapped herself in a peacock fur dress, revealing a beautiful face with no makeup in the shade of green.Now she doesn't think about exquisite makeup or beautiful clothes, she just wants to be comfortable.At such a desolate time, she placed herself so easily.

Lin Mei was in the cell, so she didn't know what happened outside.Outside, there was another panic in the palace.In other words, it was Lin Mei who was to blame.Lin Mei spread rumors out of nowhere and caused so many troubles. As a result, the Queen Mother took the opportunity to realize and convert to Buddhism.There is a moon water nunnery outside the west mountain of Yidu City, which is the place the Queen Mother decided to go.Yang Xian was very shocked when he heard this, his thoughts were confused for a while, and he hurried to Danyu Palace, but the Queen Mother had made up his mind, so he had no choice but to accept this matter with a heavy heart.

The date of travel has been set.Early this morning, the sky began to snow.The snowflakes fell one by one, and disappeared when they landed.Empress Chen was shocked when she heard about the Empress Dowager, she must send her there, saying that she was acting filially on behalf of the Emperor and serving her for the last time.In the end, because she needed to take care of the affairs of the harem, Concubine Du Gui took care of it.Du Jinghong stayed in Danyu Palace and also stayed up all night.After the fifth watch, I washed and washed early before dawn, and waited for the queen mother to change clothes.Ming Xin went with the Queen Mother, at this time she was going up and down packing her luggage.Du Jinghong personally dressed the queen mother.Combing through the thick hair again and again, Du Xuan looked at herself in the mirror very calmly, but it was Du Jinghong's heart wandering with strands of emotion: having such black shiny and thick hair, it was always loose behind her back when she was young, like A layer of coat, it is indescribably proud.In a few years and Jiji, half of her long hair will be rolled up, and the innocent daughter will have another kind of joy in her heart.With decades of companionship, such good hair, how can you be willing to cut it off with a pair of scissors?Can the long hair that is scattered all over the floor be cut, can it really be cut to cut off the fate and care?

Du Jinghong put on Du Xuan's makeup carefully and gently, and helped her walk out of Danyu Palace step by step.The snow fell more densely, falling in pieces in the hair and melting.Du Jinghong was dressed in blue fur, cold and elegant.Du Xuan was wearing a white cloak, plain and solemn.Yang Xian and Chen Huilan escorted them out of the palace, and then sent them to a carriage, where they had to stay.The Empress Dowager walked up to her, held Chen Huilan's hand and asked a few words, then glanced at Yang Xian, turned around and got into the carriage without even saying goodbye to him.Du Jinghong looked at Yang Xian and said, "Cousin, don't worry!" She also turned and got into the carriage.The wheels began to turn with a grunt, rolling over a thin layer of snow on the ground, leaving two ruts.Snow drifted past in succession, floating between the people standing quietly and the slowly leaving carriage.The distance is getting farther and farther, and the snowflakes are getting denser.Chen Huilan turned her head to look at the emperor, and saw that there were snowflakes on his hair and eyebrows.She approached, and put an oil-paper umbrella on his head.Yang Xian glanced at her, feeling a little moved.

Qing Ping behind Yang Xian was still standing there, looking at the carriage going away.The snow is too full and the world is vast, the carriage will soon be swallowed up and disappear into the vast world.There are people who are engulfed, as well as youth.He suddenly turned his head and glanced at the majestic palace gate behind him, and the palace locked by the palace gate.All the same, he thought suddenly.Perhaps the palace is even more terrifying. It traps not only people, but also the loneliness and betrayal that accompany people, and the slow withering of life.

Everything in front of the palace gate was seen by another person.Concubine Yu.No one noticed that Yu Wanying was standing on the high palace wall.same snow.Look at the emptiness.Yu Wanying saw the Queen Mother's determination to turn around and leave, and also saw the trace of hesitation in Concubine Du Gui's eyes.She looked at the people standing in front of the palace gate watching the carriage leave, and also looked at the carriage leaving slowly.The long official road is covered with snowflakes.

Back then, she was also driven into the palace by a carriage. Once she entered the palace, she would spend her whole life by mistake.She wished so much for something unexpected to happen along the way. The horse's hoof was broken, the carriage broke down, and the emperor ordered her not to be abandoned.Was there a moment when she even thought that she was going to die!Nothing happened.So smoothly arrived in front of the palace gate, the carriage stopped for a moment.Tears washed my cheeks over and over again.Everything is inevitable.The dust settled.Let the carriage stay here longer, let the tears flow here!From now on, I can no longer be myself.The ostentatious red makeup on her body is such a beautiful color, as well as the vivid mandarin ducks and lotus flowers, which she embroidered on by herself, every stitch and thread is full of expectation.She once thought about wearing it on her body and marrying that person.Originally, what a wonderful thing it would be to get married for a woman, with red happy characters, red lanterns, red wedding dress, red hijab, red rouge, red lips, and pink face.The red candles were shining brightly, the red tents were hanging high, and the person's smiling face should be reflected in the candlelight... It was that person she was going to wear, not the palace. "Xiaowan. Xiaowan." He called her Xiaowan, his voice was so soft and gentle.Every call made her heart beat.The parting scene is still in front of her eyes, lingering, she can't bear to recall those eyes.She let the tears fall wantonly, but he raised his hand to wipe them away for her.She could feel the hesitation and trembling of his hand on her cheek, and she could feel the temperature between his fingers.She felt his heartache as well as her own.Seeing the wanton sadness and tenderness in his eyes, she was so reluctant to give up, and wanted to hug him so much, so that she could grow old without entering the palace.she thinks.But who cares what she thinks.In the end, she could only say one thing.All I can say is a word of respect.It cannot be said, he is her hero, he is her life, he is her heartbeat, he is her dream.But now, she's saying goodbye to all of that.I want to say goodbye to him in my heart and his Xiaowan.Let this palace be Xiaowan's tomb, and let her die right here.From now on, she is just a woman of the emperor.

How long have you been in the palace?Yu Wanying thought while standing on the high palace wall.The carriage was no longer in sight.The people in front of the palace gate are gone.Only she is still there.So what about being favored?Being canonized as a queen and becoming a queen mother, so what?Even if you are favored by thousands of people, you are not yourself, and no one cares about your thoughts, wishes, and feelings.In the end, you will always be the emperor's concubine, a decoration around the emperor.

"Your Majesty, let's go back! Everyone has left." Song Jin behind him persuaded.Yu Wanying didn't respond, and after a long while she sighed quietly, turned around and went back.

Yang Xian absently sent the queen back to Lanxiang Palace.As soon as the gate of the garden was opened, a section of orchid fragrance came, accompanied by snowflakes on the pavement.The queen's hand was soft in his.Walking to the porch, he pulled out his hand, took off his fur coat, and brushed off a layer of snow in front of his hair. "Mohe, bring the face towel. Suju, go and make a cup of hot tea for the emperor." She ordered, and followed Yang Xian into the room.Yang Xian sat down in the hall without speaking.He didn't leave until after lunch.Watch Chen Huilan embroidering in front of the door.One stitch at a time, quiet and calm.When did she start doing these jobs?Yang Xian watched her dexterously holding the embroidery needle up and down, in a daze.If he had looked carefully, he would have seen that it was a child's bellyband, but he didn't pay attention.They are used to such silent companionship.

The snow quickly accumulated a layer on the ground, and it was still piling up, with no intention of stopping at all. "Queen, it's inconvenient to walk when it's snowing, it's better to wait for the weather to clear before leaving." He said this to the queen in the morning, but she was very firm.Where are they now?He was actually very anxious in his heart, but his anxiety would be soothed by her stitches. He knew that he couldn't sit still like this anymore except here.

Chen Huilan put down what she was doing, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "What happened before may not have anything to do with Concubine Mei. Although she is usually a bit arrogant, she will definitely not harm the emperor." Yang Xian raised his head and looked at her firmly when he heard this. She lowered her head, her cheeks flushed slightly. "You actually spoke for her. Do you know that she harmed you?" A look of sadness flashed in Chen Huilan's eyes, but she still said in a calm voice, "I don't think she did that thing. This time She is certainly to blame for this, but my concubine wants to keep her. The emperor needs a son." When she said the last sentence, her tone was very soft, but he still heard it.He actually understood her intentions, her eyes and her voice made it hard for him to refuse him.He would have said straight up "No way!" He didn't.What he said was "There is someone behind her. I want to find out who that person is!" He let out a breath, and after a long time, he said, "If you don't know these things, don't ask." They helped him put on his snow suit and walked into the snow.

Yang Xian returned to the Hall of Cultivating Mind.Qingping was still walking in the snow in a daze.The lead-colored heavy sky weighed on his head, dark and cold, and he felt that the whole palace was like an ancient tomb.Such thoughts made him feel even more depressed.Qingping strolled to the edge of Yunyin Lake, the surface of the lake turned leaden gray like the gloomy sky, flakes of snowflakes fell on the water surface and melted instantly.In the vast sky and earth, only Zhongxiu Mountain is still covered with greenery. The strange thing is that snow falling on that mountain will melt just like on the surface of a lake. That mountain cannot hold snow.In front of it is the water pavilion on the lake. The hexagonal pavilion stands alone on the water surface. The pavilion is covered with white snow, and there is nothing else in silence.Qingping unconsciously thought of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the year when she first entered the palace. At that time, the moon was shining brightly, the sky and the earth were clear, the water was flowing, the cups were intertwined, how happy it was!In the blink of an eye, everything changed too quickly.Just half a year ago, the four of them were still enjoying the spring in this pavilion. The melody that Du Jinghong played is still fresh in his memory. Where are they now!Not there, there is that Qiuping who will never come back, those crooked smiling eyes.

Qingping looked at the weeping willows by the lake, the bare willow branches covered with white snow, feeling overwhelmed.At that moment, everything seemed unbearable to him.Then it occurred to me that it had been a long, long time since I had seen the master.It's time to go back to Tan Qing Garden.If you want to leave this palace, even for a day.

The night is long and the brocade quilt is very cool.The rain and snow are falling, and the world is precarious.Yang Xian and Qingping hugged each other quietly in the dark night, feeling like they depended on each other.None of them fell asleep, listening to the howling northwest wind outside the window together, they felt the warmth of hugging more and more clearly.So, hold each other tighter.Skin to skin, ears and temples grind together.But they were not ignited by passion. On such a night, they just wanted to hold each other quietly without saying anything.

Because of the empress dowager leaving the palace, Lin Mei was temporarily put on hold in the cell.After a few days, Yang Xian thought of her and went to investigate.Accompanied by Qingping.The snow on the branches and roofs is still there, shining white under the sunlight, looking clean and bright, with a kind of quiet beauty.After entering the inner palace, the light obviously dimmed, Qingping unintentionally shrank her shoulders.A place without sunlight is a little cold.The jailer led the two of them forward, and when they were approaching Concubine Mei's room, the two of them stopped at the same time.Lin Mei was humming a song, the melody was so brisk and free, it wasn't a piece of music, it seemed as if she had improvised and followed her heart, but after listening to it, it made people feel so comfortable and happy, forgetting all their troubles.It's like the sound of nature.But I saw her leaning against the wall, looking at her right foot on the ground, and that foot was lightly moving back and forth on the quilt, as if dancing to the melody.The black hair hanging from the head also fluttered with the movement.Several shafts of sunlight came in from the window above her head, leaving long strips of light on the quilt. Her feet were in the shadows for a while, and the sunlight came in again for a while. There is a fresh and warm feeling of spring, not like winter at all.

It's not like winter at all.Nothing like a sinner in a cell.Yang Xian felt it in his heart, and couldn't help but think of those nights she spent with him.Before he came, he was still very angry, but when he saw her, apart from being surprised, he only felt depressed.It's amazing how a person can live so comfortably in a cell!What is depressing is that such a person wants to harm him.So who is the person behind her?Who can order such a woman?

"Meier!" Yang Xian called her as usual, his voice was even gentler than usual.She looked up and was not surprised to see them.She stood up and walked forward gracefully, her feet were blooming with each step, and her figure was flowing like snow.She is in no hurry. "Your Majesty is here to see Meier!" The voice was clear and sweet, like a girl in her prime, innocent and without any pretense.

She was in no hurry, and she had no regrets.She doesn't even make excuses or complain.He can't get it back.Yang Xian still had fantasies at first, imagining how she regretted crying, if she cried and begged him to forgive, he might soften his heart.Now, he is completely disappointed.He stretched out his left hand and stroked her long hair, soft and silky. "Who taught you how to do it?" He spoke slowly, as if he asked casually.But his hands are steady.After brushing her hair, he retracted it and stared at her intently.

She smiled, smiling so brightly and comfortably.She is really beautiful, Qingping thought.He watched her leaning against the wall and humming, saw her curling up, he looked at her naked ankles, and the peacock fur draped over her body.He even suspected that she wasn't wearing anything under the coat, as if she could see her naked body by removing the coat.He could feel that every movement and every step of her was so unrestrained, every inch of her skin and every hair was so wanton and free.

Lin Meiyu pointed at Qingping with both hands, "It's all because His Majesty spoils him too much. The concubine is no worse than him, yet you take him with you and never leave him. The concubine doesn't want to see him." This was her answer.Qingping looked at her and suddenly realized that this was true.After understanding, he was actually relieved.

"Who is that person?" Yang Xian grabbed her raised hand, grabbed her wrist, and asked.He doesn't believe it.

Lin Mei broke free, and still used that hand to caress Yang Xian's cheek.She smiled and said, "Look, our Holy Majesty is stubborn. You think I was the one who poisoned you. If it were me, things would be easy." She smiled with red lips, as if she didn't care about it.And her eyes are still so charming. "I had someone write those eight words. I thought you would punish Qingping, but I didn't expect you to be so protective of him. I lost. It's up to you how you want to punish." She rarely finished the last sentence seriously, Turning back, humming the song just now, the tune is light and melodious.

She told the whole story so confidently, as if everything happened to her in a logical way.She was so beautiful, you couldn't help but forgive her.Qingping sighed inwardly. "None of her business. Your Majesty," he said.

Yang Xian also sighed in his heart.This man, why can he plead for them when those women hurt him!Can't change it.He just likes it.He didn't speak, turned and left.Qingping stared at Lin Mei in a daze for a moment, then turned around and hurriedly followed Yang Xian's footsteps.