"Your Majesty! Please forgive me, Your Majesty." After she heard this, the clear spring seemed to be like a long waterfall, flying down, and a little mist surrounded her eyes.
"Go, go back. I won't see you without orders. When someone comes, I'll send the people around Madam and take away the utensils and clothes."
"Your Majesty!"
"Also, tomorrow, I will send my cousin back to the Li family. So far, there are only two concubines in the palace."
"Your Majesty, I have worked with you for three years! Your Majesty, if my son was here..." She also wanted to bring up the past.
"The solitary king tells you, don't use your child as a cover. It was the solitary king who failed to take good care of him and caused his early death. The solitary king feels guilty in his heart and feels ashamed of my son, but this is not a shield for you to get away with making mistakes again and again. .”
He resolutely interrupted her and then slammed his fist on the table. His trembling hands and firm eyes were incomparable to his usual kindness and generosity. After hearing this, she choked and cried deeply, not like her usual pretentious attitude, but with genuine regret.
He turned sideways, heard her moaning once or twice, glanced at her delicate and beautiful appearance, and suddenly felt a little soft-hearted, and it took him a long time to turn his head.
He paused for a long time and wanted to help her up more and more, but he stopped rationally and raised his hand decisively to walk out of the side room. He walked out with his hands behind his back and looked at the main hall among the scattered flowers and branches. He took a quick glance and walked out along the corridor.
"Someone, bring here the lonely Du Kang!"
He entered Biluo Garden, sat on the couch, beckoned and waited for someone to bring him wine. Gradually he unfolded the crumpled letter in his hand. With a few tears in his eyes, he silently read the love words with a choked voice, the love that was deep but did not belong to him.
"You really don't know that the lonely king loves you? Why do you want to hurt the lonely king's heart like this? Why?" He sighed to Zhu Kong.
The waiter brought the wine and carefully placed the plate of wine on the tea table: "Your Majesty, strong wine is harmful to your health. I hope your Majesty will take care of yourself."
"Get out of the way and close the door. No one is allowed in!" He asked the waiting people to step back and gently stuffed the letter into the armhole. He glanced at the Biluoyuan hall. The plain curtains had been replaced by vermilion, and the warm quilt had returned. Add a layer, and place a flower stool on each side of the bead curtain. Looking from the hollow arch, large and small lucky bags and sachets are hung on the beams, and the open windows are covered with festive and exquisite window grilles.
He sneered and sighed: "Thirteen years! Thirteen years passed by easily, but Zhuang Zhou finally dreamed of a butterfly."
Unknowingly, the turbid wine in the cup had reached the bottom. He filled it up again, but he only felt it was tasteless. His big sleeves fell and opened and closed, and he could drink it all night in this cool night, under the cold palace. During this time, I was very drunk.
It was almost dawn, and Qingya had just woken up. She held her body up and felt a chill all over her body. When she raised her head, she felt that her whole body was sore and weak. A burst of pain made her lie back down again.
"Cuihe!" she called out and hurriedly tried to get up, but she couldn't find the strength.
Xiyi came forward and pushed aside the red curtain, quickly helped her up, picked up the warm soup on the case, took a spoon and fed her: "Girl, come and drink some warm soup to warm yourself up!"
She smelled a strong caramel smell in a daze, and quickly shrank her head: "Why did you drink this thing? It's so greasy."
"Girl, this is the first time you come to Kuishui, please pay more attention to your health! This is why the girl fainted yesterday, and the king brought you back!"
She frowned for a long time and then asked, "Where is Cuihe!"
Before waiting for a reply, she quickly got out of bed, put on her socks and shoes, and put on a thick cloak and went to find Cui He.
"Girl, Cuihe has woken up! She doesn't want to see anyone, and she can't eat!"
Xiyi followed her footsteps. After hearing this, she paused for a long time. She walked along the corridor, passed through the layers of flowers and branches, and walked into the side room. She gently opened the bead curtain and looked inward to see the green lotus wrapped in velvet. She curled up in the quilt at the end of the bed. She pursed her lips for a long time and whispered: "He'er!"
There was not even a hint of response, only a glimpse of the endless trembling of the bulging quilt, and the faint sound of small sobs could be heard.
"He'er, I'm here!" She sat lightly on the edge of the couch and caressed her trembling shoulders. Cuihe slowly poked his head out from the quilt, smoothed his messy makeup, hair and clothes, and got close to her.
"Hey!" she called again
She, the two hugged each other, Cuihe buried her uncontrollable tears on her shoulder.
"Girl, why did you save me? Just let me die!"...
"He'er, I can't live without you!" She held Cui He's shoulders, smoothed her messy black hair, hugged her waist, looked into her bloodshot eyes, and suddenly a warm current poured out from her eyes. And down.
The two of them have a deep relationship. Cui He was born in a family of officials in Liaoyang. Her ancestors were officials. In the twelfth year of Tianhui, His Majesty successively killed Taizong's descendants and purged the remaining party. His grandfather was implicated, the family fell into decline, and all the men and women in the family became slaves. That year, she Only five years old, she was lonely and helpless. She came all the way from Liaoyang to the capital and joined the Li family. Madam Wugulun saw that she was clever, so she kept her with Qingya as her companion and as her confidant.
Ten years of love, companionship day and night, she, Cuihe, Xiyi, the three of them are not only masters and servants, but also life and death friends who share the joys and sorrows along the way. Qingya has mentioned to the two of them countless times that they must They were married off gracefully, but now Cui He was subjected to such torture.
"Girl, I am not a slave. I am the daughter of the Liu family of a prominent family in Liaoyang. I was once a daughter of a wealthy family, but now I have fallen into such a bad situation. On that day, Minglu asked three rude men to trample me down here. Girl, slave How will you behave in the future?"
While Cui He was crying, Qing Ya opened the clothes around her neck and looked at the scars all over her body. She was already carried away, and even more angry, she hugged her into her arms.
"He'er, He'er, you lie down first," she said, then helped her lie down.
"Xiyi, please order someone to boil some hot water, give Cuihe a bath, and fix her makeup and hair!"
"yes!"
"I'm going to find the king! I'm going to find him!"
With tears streaming down her face and eyes red, she lifted up her skirt and was about to leave, but was stopped by Xiyi: "Girl, the king has already dealt with Mrs. Liang Guo, confining her to the garden, and collecting her servants, utensils and clothes."
"She has ruined Cui He's whole life, so that's all. How can such a person be worthy of being the head of a married woman? It's a joke."
Her eyes were indignant, full of bloodshot eyes and red tears, standing on the spot, with a bit of stubbornness in her gentleness. She suppressed her emotions, but could not control her loving heart. After all, Cui He was the person at the top of her heart.
Xiyi saw her impulsive look, and hurriedly came forward and touched her shoulders to calm her mood: "Girl, you must not be impulsive. Pusan is a lady of the country. If you go here this time, you will hit a stone with an egg." , not only can’t I vent my anger on Cui He, but I will also be implicated.”
"Girl! Girl! Listen to me slave..." Those were the gentle words Cuihe raised the bed curtains.
"He'er, tell me!" She sat next to the bed.
"Girl, this slave has a low life. It doesn't matter if you are wronged. Girl, you should think about yourself. Your Majesty has already punished Lady Ling. If you go again, it will be detrimental to you, girl!"
"Girl, Cui He is born meek and has no independent opinions. He is not as strong and brave as the girl, nor as refreshing and decisive as Sister Liang. I just want the girl not to be implicated in this. It is not a pity for the slave to die, but the girl , you will be a noble person in the future, and you must not cause any rift with the king because of this."
She shed cold tears, like clouds and rain, and she blamed herself for everything. She was so stuffy in her heart that she couldn't express it, but it turned into a hot spring and flowed down.
"That Lady Ling secretly took a look at the document of the king's appointment of a new wife. She was afraid that she would be on an equal footing with her in the future, so she took the opportunity to harm you."
"Last night, she happened to meet He'er delivering a message, so he sent someone to capture her, so that she could use her to tell some secrets about you and His Highness Prince Qi in front of the king, or add some fuel and jealousy to drive a wedge between you two, but Cui He refused to obey until death, so the vicious Ming Lu called a few strong men to ruin Sister He."
Xiyi said, and quickly took the cup of soup brought in by the maid and handed it to Cui He: "Come, girl, you are here, you must have a few bites."
Cui He took it, with trembling hands, she picked up the white porcelain spoon and put it into her mouth. She opened and closed the corners of her pale mouth to sip the jade soup. It was supposed to be a nourishing soup, but she held it in her mouth, but it seemed to taste like chewing wax.
"Last night, the king found out and was very angry. He put Lady Ling in confinement, removed all her servants, and even
Minglu and Yuanbi were handed over to the imperial concubine, who sent them back to their hometown. "
"Also... last night, after Lady Ling presented the letter she snatched from Cui He, your Majesty read it and locked herself in Biluo Garden. She drank wine all night and has not come out yet! The Imperial Concubine has been there all the time. I waited in the front hall to see him, but he didn't even come out."
As she spoke, Qingya blamed herself more and more, but she also felt ashamed to apologize in front of her.
"Girl, you have really wronged the king. The king is not an unscrupulous person. He has always cared about you, so he will guard you alone in this cold winter month. He will carry you back with his bare hands. When he learns that you are coming, he orders someone to help you." I bought a lot of things for the girl’s home!”
She held back her hair, recalling Wan Yanyong's desperate appearance last night - the biting cold wind, the birch forest road was too long, she saw from a distance that he was riding a horse, not far away from her horse; withered grass piled up, The courtyard was in ruins, and he stood in front of her, waving a knife to clear the way; in front of the dark house, when he opened the door, he was afraid that she would be too young to see the miserable state of the hanging beam, and would have a shadow in her heart, so he closed her eyes resolutely, Hug her from behind.
"That's all. I'm going back today. He'er, I'll take you back. Let's stay away from this place! He'er, evil people will be punished. In the future, I will definitely make her servant San pay for her debt with blood," she said lightly Said this calmly.
"Girl, are you serious about not going to see the king?" Xiyi asked, and she met her eyes, looking at each other speechlessly.
"No, don't go! You pack your things and let's go back! The king may not want to see me either!"
Xiyi looked at her evasive eyes, sighed softly in front of the curtain, straightened her clothes and said, "Well, if the girl doesn't want to, then forget it, then go back earlier today!"
After hearing this, Qing Ya nodded, her mouth gradually becoming sour. She looked down on the festive paper-cuts on the open window, and then caught a glimpse of the colorful lucky bags hanging from the beams in the house, and suddenly she came to her senses... Today is New Year's Eve!
