After the turbulent past seven days, everyone was exhausted mentally and physically. It was the afternoon when we returned to the capital.
The garden is full of spring scenery, and the bamboo clusters outside the courtyard wall have taken on a new look after the rain. Walking in along the path, the garden is still as fragrant as ever, with dancing butterflies and red flowers. Walking elegantly in the garden, looking at this spring scenery, she But there was a little more sadness.
She stumbled towards Wanyanyong's house, waiting for people to see her and was overjoyed:
"Madam, Madam, you are back. Are you behind?" She had no expression on her face, and the little yellow man ran away to report.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, my wife is back!"
Wan Yanyong was sitting on the top chair with his eyes full of blue sky. Hearing this, he only raised his head slightly.
She was standing at the door, looking at him desperately.
"Madam, madam, how are you? I'm with you on this journey..."
"Go down!" Huang Men kept chattering, but before he could finish speaking, Qing Ya ordered him to go down.
"Ah? Madam!" Huang Men didn't know what he meant.
At this time, she could no longer hold back the grief in her heart, and moved forward with all her strength. After walking a few steps, she knelt down as if she had lost her soul, holding on to the chair with both hands.
Wan Yanyong did not step forward to help him, nor did he say anything. He just kept his eyes red because he had expected that something had happened to Wu Lin Mingxuan.
"Madam!" Huang Men was about to step back. Seeing her condition, he quickly stepped forward to help her, but she cried and waved for him to step back.
Trembling, she took out the letter from her lapel and handed it to him while kneeling without saying a word. He looked at her haggard face, and tremblingly opened the letter, and saw the "Book of King Yong" written by Mingxuan, and saw the rows of block letters without any traces of alteration. The tears falling between the lines.
——"It is said that a woman serves her husband, just like a minister serving the king. When a minister serves the king, his heart is single, and then he is called loyal; when a woman serves his husband, his heart is single, and then he is called loyal. Therefore, it is said that a loyal minister does nothing. Two gentlemen, a virgin will never watch her second husband, so this is a good thing. I am ashamed of my small body and low quality of grass and grass. Your Highness, Hormeng, will not give up. How can I enjoy the joy of playing the harp and the harp? But when bad luck and ill-fated fate open the water Mandarin ducks, phoenixes among the flowers of the demolition work. I read poetry and books at a young age, and I know my destiny well. I have to forgive the commendation of falling from the building, but it is shameful to donate money. I want to throw myself at the rat, but I am afraid of hurting the weapon. I am a sincere sheep. When you touch the feudal vassal, you are in a dilemma of advance and retreat. So you drink your hatred and say goodbye with tears, but how can you feel that you have achieved your goal? I am sincerely afraid that "the ape will die in Chu, and the disaster will spread to the trees", "the city gate will be on fire, and the fish in the pond will be affected." I say. Concubine, I encourage you. From then on, you were spared the danger. Ni Liang didn't know this, thinking that if you move the flowers, the butterflies will swallow up the bait, and the hungry fish will swallow the bait. Oh! How can the sparrow know the ambition of the swan! Now that we are in Liangxiang, close to the capital, I can have the opportunity to clean myself. Go ahead. The concubine's death was a common plan. Even though I was told to endure the humiliation, I prolonged my life for a short time, and was scolded for thousands of years. However, I was willing to gather in the Tang Dynasty and rush to criticize the quails, calling me a shameless person! My concubine's death will be a disaster for future generations. I advise you to be unfaithful to your ministers and unchaste to your wives! No one knows how to be better than someone who has committed blasphemy on his own. Ni Liang’s crimes are astronomical, and his death is imminent! I wish that your highness will practice virtuous government, abide by discipline, recruit heroes, and serve in public affairs. Please the people's hearts, be kind and easy to be violent, and don't possess wealth. Your Highness, he is lying on the firewood and tasting courage, and he can calm the world in one anger. Don't be humble and delusional, mourn and ruin life, and behave like a son and daughter. The book will be written forever, and you will cry in pain and anger. .”
While choking, he saw Qingya walking out of the door, and the words on the paper in his hand hurt his heart.
As soon as she stepped out of the threshold, she felt dizzy and slowly walked down the steps. She saw the servants of the family gathered in front of the court, kneeling in rows at the foot of the steps, leaving only a small path in the middle.
After a while, Zhang Qinli just greeted Li Xianke and others who came from Liaoyang. The two of them were walking over one after another, followed by Cui He. When the sister and brother met, Li Xianke's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to talk to Qing Ya.
Qingya was helped forward and was about to arrive. She was about to reach her brother, but she knelt down one step away from him.
"Sister!" Xianke hurriedly went to help her, pulled her body and helped her up. He accidentally saw a trail of blood on the few steps she walked over.
"I can't save her, I can't save myself, I can't save her!" She burst into tears in pain and fell on her brother's shoulder. Those desperate tears were just like her mother's death many years ago, when she lost her soul in the rain.
Xianke supported her and sent her back
Go, the clever little servant girl hurriedly called the imperial doctor. The imperial doctor who came passed by the corridor and saw the blood stains along the way and guessed that she had had a miscarriage.
It was too late to do anything at this time, and the imperial physician could only prescribe a medicine to relieve the pain, and the rest were of no avail.
After she woke up, she quietly looked at them sitting around without saying a word. The servant girl who had just gone to inform the master ran over and bowed to Zhang Qinli: "Madam, I went to the king and told him, But the king kept pulling the curtain and did not come out."
Zhang Qinli was anxious - "Did you tell me the seriousness of the matter? Did you report what the imperial doctor said to the king?"
"Yes, I told you everything."
Qingya looked at the little servant girl quietly, her chapped lips parted, and it took a long time before one or two vague words came out.
"Go down! There is no need to invite him again. He must have heard what the waiting people have said. If he wanted to come, he would have come already!"
At this time, Zhang Qinli waved her hand to the little servant girl to step back, then tied up her quilt, ordered someone to add a few pieces of charcoal to the stove, and looked down at her: "Sister Li, don't be too hurt. Empress, forced by the situation, is also in a dilemma. The dead are gone, and the living have to live in these hazy days. What we can do now is not to be sad blindly, but to be strong and let the empress His death became worth it."
"But the most pity is this poor child. This is your first child, and it was saved after many setbacks. Last winter, you suffered such torture and carefully saved this child, but now you can't Gone!" she said, tears about to burst out of her eyes.
"My good fortune is all determined by my fate! May this child go to the pure land of paradise with his mother-in-law," she said, then closed her eyes, and crystal tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.
At some point, someone was making a noise outside the house, as if someone was trying to break in but no one was waiting to stop them. Everyone heard the sound and knew that it was Mingxuan's eldest daughter, Yu Xiao, who was speaking outside.
Yuxiao took Sanlang Yungong, and then her stepdaughter Yuling stood in front of the door and asked to come in. Seeing Xiyi and not letting her in, she stopped arguing and wanted to come. As the legitimate daughter of the family, she set an example for sisters. , know etiquette and propriety at all times.
She stood just away from the window and spoke loudly. When she spoke, her eyes were red and tears were shed, but her tone was very firm: "Ms. Li, I am sensible not to break into your house today. I saw that you are my grandmother’s nephew, I saw that you are the prime minister’s most beloved niece, and I see that you are really pitiful!”
After she said this, the maid asked her to come back. However, she refused again and again and went one step further: "Ms. Li, why did you come to the mansion in the first place when you were in such pain? If you can marry someone else and be a good wife, I will be happy." Yue Xiao will treat you well as an elder, but my uncle and grandpa just forced you to live next to my father for the sake of your family’s status and glory."
"But now that you're here, it's going to be hard for others. It's okay if you just keep to yourself, but your old lover, because of that old incident, has to vent his anger and forcefully summon my mother to serve in the palace." She Wiping tears - "You said again, you said that if you go for my aunt, you will take the medicine away from the child, but you just can't bear it. My aunt is gentle, and when she saw that you were pregnant, she was reluctant to let you go." , and she herself is steadfast and unyielding, so she can only die."
"This...is this what you call affection? In the end, my aunt died miserably. She threw herself into the river on such a cold day! You came back well, Mrs. Li, what kind of affection is this? It's a false sentiment. That’s it!」
"When you came to the house, how many times did you stay alone in the empty room, how many times did you feel lonely and uncomfortable, and now you look miserable and feel aggrieved. These are all your own fault!"
"I am only fourteen years old now, and I will leave the cabinet when I turn sixteen, but my dear, you will never see me leave the cabinet again. Madam Li, your suffering has nothing to do with me, but my pain has nothing to do with you. Remember every trace of it, remember today, there will be retribution in the future, no, there is retribution now! But this is just the beginning."
After she finished speaking, she left alone. Yungong stood in front of the door, offered his hand and bowed before resigning.
In the room, Qingya remained silent after listening to Yuxiao's words, and Zhang Qinli felt relieved - "This big girl, why are you so ignorant? It obviously has nothing to do with you, I am indeed
She needs to find an opportunity to tell the king and let the king have a good talk with her. "
Qingya held her hand and said: "At this time, she is depressed from the pain of losing her mother. If we have any complaints, we cannot say them at this time. This will definitely deepen her misunderstanding and resentment! During this period, everything still goes according to her wishes. Don't cause any trouble, it won't be too late to wait until this period of time passes."
She opened her lips weakly. After she finished speaking, Zhang Qinli gave a few instructions and then left. Only then did Li Xianke dare to step forward, hold her cold hands, lay his head on the back of her hands and look at her silently, his red eyes seemed to represent thousands of words.
This was the spring of her fifth year in the palace. She lost her lifelong confidant and her first child.
After that, when the palace attendant who came to greet him went back, he told Emperor Wanyan Liang everything, saying that Concubine Yong Guo was dead. He was a little shocked, so he went to Longwei Palace to find the empress who was confined. She had already expected that things would develop like this. She had long been crouching in front of the incense table to copy and burn the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" for her deceased friend. When she saw the emperor standing in front of her, she bowed lightly, turned around and walked into the inner room, pulling down the thick curtain. new
The emperor issued an order to lift the empress' confinement, but she never came out to express her gratitude.
