Wanyanyong sat numbly on the chair, the green smoke rising from his hand hitting his cheek. Then, some people kowtowed and asked, "Your Majesty, what should we do?"
He silently sat next to the tea table in the main hall, glanced at the court full of flowers outside the courtyard, and replied: "Just tell her to go! Send some people to ensure her safety."
He knew that Qingya would not listen to others' advice and decided to save her, and Wulin Mingxuan's death was certain. It was too late to do anything now.
He locked himself up and asked everyone else to leave. Zhang Qinli immediately came to see him, but he refused and ordered him to go home.
The government suddenly became a mess, and the waiting people didn't know how to deal with the remaining matters. Should they prepare for the funeral of the mistress, or should they send someone to recover Lady Li? I went to ask Zhang Qinli for advice and asked her to make the decision, but after hearing such taboo words, she ordered the yellow gate to be struck with forty sticks, and warned everyone not to mention this matter again in the future.
Qingya, who was chasing Mingxuan, left without stopping. She walked all morning to get out of Jinan City. Along the way, her followers tried to dissuade her countless times, saying that she was still pregnant. But she put the matter behind her and only wanted to catch up with Mingxuan's carriage entering the palace.
The spring rain covered her hat tightly and soaked into her black hair. There was no dry spot in her robe.
The horse could no longer move forward and leaned tiredly against the white birches on the roadside. She wildly swung the whip and whipped the horse, causing the horse to kneel down on its front knees and howl in pain.
Xiyi quickly dismounted, stepped forward and snatched the riding crop from her hand: "Madam, Madam, the horse can't run anymore, it can't run anymore! Madam, please listen to me, you stay, Supervisor Zhang will escort you back Home, I will take the people to catch up with the imperial concubine’s carriage and bring her back, okay?”
She shook her head with tears in her eyes, and the hand held by Xiyi was still making whipping movements.
Zhang Jiyan stood beside him: "Madam, I will go and bring you back. I will send you back with my heart. This is best. You are still pregnant. If anything goes wrong, it will be a serious matter for the heir."
She roared: "No, I want to go, I don't want this child, I want to go to the palace on her behalf."
"Why didn't you send someone to stop her when she left? There were so many people in the house before I left. Why didn't anyone come forward to stop her? You just stood by and watched. Why are you acting coy now?"
Xiyi looked at her with tears welling up in her eyes. She wiped the tears gently and accidentally saw the blood-red marks on the saddle.
"Madam! You can't ride a horse anymore! I beg you!" After saying that, Xiyi forcefully took her off the horse.
Zhang Jiyan exclaimed: "Quick, hurry up and find the doctor, hurry up!"
The few people who were following him hurriedly ran in all directions after hearing this.
She asked, in Xiyi's arms: "Xiyi, go and find a faster carriage for me. I can't stop. I want to catch up with your mother's carriage. I beg you. If you don't catch up, she will She will die! She will commit suicide."
"I beg you! I'm begging you. I can't just watch her die. Please! I'm sorry."
Then she grabbed Zhang Jiyan's sleeve and said, "Master Zhang, I'm begging you here, please."
She just nodded, with a look of pity on her stern face, then rode off on horseback and disappeared into the forest. After about an hour, they found a small carriage for her, and also found a private doctor to help her. After drinking some medicine to stabilize her fetus, she started on her journey.
After several days of bumpy roads and driving day and night, they arrived at Zhending Mansion in Hebei Province on the third day. They were still about five or six days away from the capital. They tried their best to catch up on the road, but they could never catch up with the procession entering the palace.
Qingya was exhausted, her body became weaker and weaker, and her clothes were extremely dirty. When she reached a meadow, she planned to stop there for half an hour. Cherishing this opportunity, he bought a plush blanket from a shop in the market far away and stuffed it into the carriage. He said, "Madam, I went to the leather shop on the street far away and bought a warm blanket. Please cover it tightly." , this section of the road is very dewy in the afternoon and very cold!”
Qingya raised her head and took the blanket and nodded.
"Madam, let's
They should have been able to catch up with the Queen's carriage after one more day's journey. I looked at the ruts on the ground and found that they had fresh mud and no frost. This was the smoothest road to Beijing. They If there are many people, they will naturally choose this path. "
Xi Yi coldly rubbed her hands and said, "Madam, we will be able to save your Majesty soon. I have discussed it with Ji Yan. When the time comes, we will secretly rob the people entering the palace. We will take your Majesty and escape to a remote place first." A place to hide for a while."
But Qingya shook her head: "It's not advisable for you to use force to solve this matter. Those are the emperor's army. If this happens, the country will definitely suffer disaster... Only, only I can go and say good things, and I will use my wealth to I begged with my life and asked them to agree to let me go to the palace on behalf of the empress. Then I would go to the palace first to beg Your Majesty, begging him to spare the empress and spare the country. I will... threaten to die, as long as I can protect the safety of the country."
"Madam, you have wronged yourself. If you enter the palace, His Majesty will definitely take you as his own, but you are still...pregnant."
Qingya raised her head, her eyes were clear and tears welled up - "This is the best way I have thought of in the past few days. I can only do this. I must save the imperial concubine first. If such humiliation really happens, I will definitely not live in this world for a long time and just end it on my own."
"A person is in a dilemma if he wants to keep his family safe and his family's reputation at the same time! It's the same situation for me and my queen."
"Madam, you are a woman, why do you have to take on such a big responsibility? I can't bear to see you suffer anymore..."
"Any personal interests are not worth mentioning in front of a family. I just did what everyone else would do."
She said firmly. After hearing this, Xiyi turned around with red eyes and stepped aside, saying no more.
After another night of walking, around dawn, the carriage suddenly stopped in the rain, waking her up from her sleep.
Xiyi looked at the other end of the forest, trembling all over, and then raised the curtain of the carriage - "Madam... Madam, this is Xiu Yin beside Madam."
One sentence was like a thunderbolt, hitting her head with pain. She tiptoed out of the carriage and saw everyone froze in place. In the direction they came from, Xiu Yin, covered in mud and with disheveled hair, was leaning against a tree. By the tree.
"Madam!" Xiu Yin threw herself into her arms like crazy.
She foresaw something, and her red eyes searched for the answer on Xiu Yin's face.
With trembling hands, she held the already scarred Xiu Yin and asked: "Where is the empress? Where is the empress? She is dead!"
Xiu Yin knelt down and answered, crying uncontrollably - "The empress committed suicide! In Xiaoxitang, Liangxiang, while her subordinates were resting, she committed suicide by drowning herself in the river!"
Xiu Yin hurriedly took out a volume of letters from his lapel, as well as the seven-treasure necklace Wanyan Yong had given to Mingxuan, and handed it to her, saying: "Madam, I ran out desperately to take this thing back. The lady said I will I leave this relic to you, and I hope you will pass it on to the king. The queen also has something to say to you. - You must be strong and cheer up, and live this life well and peacefully."
For a moment, she could no longer stand still and staggered back a few steps, but was supported and supported again by the maid.
She turned around in a daze and said to everyone: "No, I don't believe it. Let's go to Liangxiang. We will be there soon. We can save the empress!"
After saying that, she walked towards the carriage and fell into the rain within a few steps.
After she woke up, she was in a simple hut. Looking at the furnishings in the house, she could tell that it was an old farmhouse. Then she walked out of the house, supporting her tired body, and heard the waiter say that she had arrived in a good land. .
The owner of the house was chopping firewood not far away. They were a mother and daughter. When they saw her coming out, they were ready to say a few words of greetings. However, they stopped when they saw Zhang Jiyan bowing her head at the foot of the steps.
"My lady, I have already "carried" my lady up from the pond..."
Wulin Mingxuan, this peerless beauty, died in this deserted village. She lay quietly on the grass by the river bank, her wet hair sticking to her delicate cheeks. Even though her whole body was cold and gray, and even though her face was bloodless, her beauty and beauty could not be concealed.
She was such a Jurchen woman. She had read poetry and books since she was a child. She was filial and knowledgeable in etiquette. Her talent and beauty were unparalleled in the country. She married into the Wanyan family and became his concubine for dozens of years.
Zai, a prince who is an assistant outside, has a well-mannered family inside. He treats his concubines and concubines as his own family members. He treats his concubines and concubines as his own. He has never owed anyone anything in his life, except himself.
Qingya held her in her arms and couldn't help crying. Looking at the gurgling water in the river pond, she seemed to be able to see her helplessness and helplessness in front of her. The cold and biting water drowned her. The beauty of her life.
Qingya didn't know when she stopped crying. After she stopped, she was ready to take Mingxuan's body back, but Zhang Jiyan thought again and again, fearing that if she took Mingxuan's body back for mourning, it would be reported to the emperor that Wanyan would be blamed. Yong, who went on a killing spree, advised him to choose a pure land first and simply bury the imperial concubine.
She refused and insisted on taking it back. Everyone sorted out the pros and cons for her, but she agreed. So he chose a place in the forest, secretly asked someone to make a coffin, and buried her reluctantly.
She asked Xiu Yin about the whereabouts of the people in the palace, and Xiu Yin said that they were afraid that the emperor would blame them, so they had already fled back. Hearing this, she had to think about the culprit of this matter, Wan Yanliang, who was arrogant and sinful. Her hatred for him suddenly rushed into her heart and she was out of control.
That day, she was preparing to return to Jinan, to the home that Mingxuan guarded with her life. Before leaving, she looked at the short grave in the forest for the last time, the handful of loess, the erected grave marker in the jungle. Under the transmitted light, it shows an exceptionally bright golden color.
She endured the pain, with tears in her eyes, stepped onto the carriage, and drove towards the south with her affection for Wulin Mingxuan for more than ten years.
Wulin died in the spring of the fourth year of Zhenyuan.
