The emperor went to Fu'an Palace with the slightest hint of guilt and immediately summoned the prime minister to discuss the matter. After hearing the bad news, the emperor was also indifferent.
"I never imagined that we would be in such a situation. I just wanted to order Wu Lin Da to enter the palace as a hostage. I have no intention of touching her!"
Wo Lun was sitting on the wooden pier. Hearing these words, he sneered in his heart. He made comments, not talking about Wanyan Yong's merits, but saying that he had a peaceful heart and was not like a rebel - "If King Yong wants to rebel, he and the Wulinda clan Love is as deep as the sea, and when his wife dies, he must resist the imperial court, but he has done nothing, he is just sad. If this does not show his sincerity, then... I have nothing to say!"
After hearing this, the emperor meditated on the past events, and decided to let Yan Yong go after Wulinda's death.
Wo Lun sat there for almost an hour. When he was about to leave, a minister came in with something and bowed his head in front of him - "Your Majesty, the disaster relief envoy found something from the gold and silver donated by the royal family. It seems to be something. Your Majesty’s old belongings!”
After hearing this, Wo Lun stopped slightly at the foot of the stairs.
The eunuch presented it to me as a token that Wan Yanliang gave to Li Qingya many years ago - the jade ring. Wo Lun could recognize it at a glance. It was the bamboo-style ring that had stayed on my niece's neck for many years.
The emperor stepped forward and gently held the jade, standing in the cold and empty hall, sighing softly: "She! Let it go."
Wo Lun turned his head, bit his cheek, and strode out.
More than two months passed in a hurry, and the pain of her miscarriage was gradually sealed in her heart. Wu Linda's face was still so clear. On the desk was a painting that she lightly sketched of her appearance, but she still didn't know how to fill in the colors, so she just hung it on the wall, waiting for inspiration to strike.
In two months, Wan Yanyong did not visit her once. He did not organize Wulin's funeral, nor did he take her body back. The reason was that he was afraid that the news would spread to the emperor's ears, which would be detrimental to the government. Qing Ya did not understand. These truths don't matter. If Wanyan Yong doesn't come, she will have to suffer as much as she needs to and get through it on her own.
One day, it was a windy and beautiful evening. She walked out for the first time after giving birth and sat on the porch, looking at the blue waves in the pool beside her. The strong night wind swept over her blue and white skirt, causing a wave of waves. Fresh fragrance.
She was wearing blue clothes today, with a bun in a casual bun, and she was sitting cross-legged in silence in the lotus pond.
The fan in his hand was gently shaken.
Pu Sanxiang Ling came over and stopped behind her. She didn't pay attention to it. She only turned around after she spoke.
"This pond is full of lotus flowers that are blooming beautifully. They are set off beautifully by the lotus leaves. The green lotus leaves set off the flowers. I wonder who you are wearing, Mrs. Li, with your pure green clothes to set off?"
She turned around and saw Pusan wearing a pink skirt and a necklace. She glanced sideways at Xiangxiang and Xiangxiang retreated.
"Sister is too worried. She just wore blue when she saw it."
Pu Sanxiang Lingnai helped her sit down - "When Mrs. Wulin was here, you were so low-key, unwilling to wear red or green, and rarely even wore a decent crown. You were too cautious about it. Now she Now that you are gone, you are the most noble person in the country, so it is time to be more luxurious."
"The imperial concubine has already said that you are a person with the same title. How can we compare with you? Looking at what you are wearing, you are even cleaner than me."
"Of course I have my own reasons for what I wear. Can you have an identity just by dressing luxuriously?"
"Well, I'm used to it now that you say such disgusting things to me. The identity is not determined by your words, but by the heir." She didn't mean to show off, but just touched her belly, He said lightly: "Ms. Li, my sister made a big mistake. She forgot that my sister lost her son. But you don't have to be too sad. Whether you have any heirs or not, you are the first person in the house. I can't help feeling like this." Even if you try hard to live up to your expectations, you can't even compare to a girl!"...
Qingya's eyes stayed on her abdomen, and she understood something. At that time, her eyes turned red when she thought of the miscarriage. It was pity that she had been in the government for five years and had her first child, but it was gone.
She was sad, but she didn't dare to let Xiang Ling see it. She had to swallow her tears and said with a smile, "Sister, I am blessed with great blessings. It would be good to have a baby to keep the sixth girl company."
Xiang Ling lightly fanned her little fan, nodded, and felt comfortable.
I enjoyed admiring the flowers and fish in the pond.
Both of them ignored each other and were just intoxicated. They didn't realize someone was coming. When they heard the footsteps and turned around, they knew it was Wan Yanyong.
His temples were white, his cheeks were covered with stubble, his complexion was sallow, his eyes were blurred, and his lips were cracked. He licked them gently and regained their moisture.
This was the first time Mingxuan saw him after his accident. Qingya and Xiang Ling bowed slowly.
He looked at Qingya, looking at her. She was as thin as a willow, and her face was pale due to the miscarriage. She gently held her hands on the corridor and looked into his eyes.
After a long while, he asked: "I'm really interested in coming to see these lotus flowers!"
Then he asked, "Xiang Ling, your clothes are a little thin. The wind and dew are heavy at night, so don't freeze your body."
Xiang Ling walked into him and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, the imperial doctor said that it is not good to wear too thick clothes in summer. It will make you sick and not good for the fetus in the belly."
As Xiang Ling spoke, he listened, but he only looked straight at Qingya's haggard face, as if the tears that suddenly appeared in her eyes were also looked away by him.
He agreed: "Well, yes, the lonely king didn't care. Anyway, just don't let yourself catch the cold." After he asked, he asked again: "Qingya, are you feeling better?"
She said, her eyes staring at the ground without raising her head, and she smiled: "It's much better. The imperial doctor said, just eat well and you'll be fine! Everything is fine."
Do you still have the courage to say hello again? There is no more real injury, and the expression is so indifferent.
After a while, Xiang Ling said she was going back and asked Wanyanyong if he was with her. Wanyanyong nodded and was taken away by her arm.
Qingya stood in the evening lotus, gently fanning her little fan, holding a lotus petal in her hand, the late wind blew the copper bell on the eaves, and the clear sound of the chime sounded above her head.
Wan Yanyong walked a few steps, then a few more steps, then turned back to look at the figure on the corridor. One step at a time, two steps, the figure was still there. He said softly to Xiang Ling: "Xiang Ling, you go back first, I'll go back." Come to your room and have dinner."
Xiang Ling didn't try to stay. She knew that even if she tried to stay, it would be of no use. She hesitated for a long time, nodded, and left with her head bowed.
Wan Yanyong walked back, caught up with Qing Ya's footsteps, and stood an inch away from her, not far or near, and said to her: "Madam, if the lonely king has something to say, please lend me a step to speak."
She bowed and was about to refuse, but she learned to restrain herself for the first time and replied: "Okay, your Majesty, please!"
She took the lead with her arm and asked Wanyanyong to go first. He went to where she lived, glancing at her behind him from time to time.
After entering the room, she asked him to sit down first, and then showed him the tea. What was served was specially prepared bitter lotus seed tea. After smelling it, she felt bitter water flow in her mouth.
Wanyanyong looked at the bitter lotus heart and knew that it was picked by the imperial concubine Mingxuan herself when she was still alive. Looking at the tea tray, the white porcelain was specially gilded with a swan goose, and he understood what she was referring to.
After a long time, she coughed slightly, and he looked around and saw a servant girl opening the windows around her.
"Why are the windows and doors open now?"
The servant girl said, "Mr. Chu has ordered that the house should be ventilated regularly in Xia Lai because it is stuffy and hot, which is good for my wife's health."
"You are half-obedient. The imperial doctor said to ventilate the house, but there is no need to open the windows at night. The master's house is built near a pond. There is a lot of cool breeze and mosquito bites at night."
The little servant girl was so frightened that she nodded repeatedly - "Yes, Your Majesty has a good memory, I will close the doors and windows now."
Wan Yanyong said again: "You made a mistake more than once. I asked you to make a Gu soup in early May, but you added various spicy condiments to the soup. If the steward hadn't stopped you and put it into the master's mouth, you You keep making mistakes like this, so don’t wait close to me!”
The servant girl lowered her head and replied: "Yes, Your Majesty!"
Qingya didn't know how Wanyanyong knew her condition, but it was true that she hadn't seen anyone else in the past two months.
After the maid left, Wan Yanyong gently sat next to her, and she lowered her eyebrows without looking.
Just waiting for him to put his hands on her shoulders and help her over: "Why don't I know your pain, and why don't I feel sorry for my child!"
Her eyes are a little red
.
"My heart is broken just waiting for someone to tell you the time. I have been with you for four or five years, hoping for a child with you like the stars and the moon. You worked hard to conceive him, but you still couldn't. Keep it."
After hearing this, she could no longer bear the pain of losing her child, and she felt sad, but she gritted her teeth and swallowed the tears into her stomach.
"Qingya, the day you lost your child, I went to see you. You were unconscious and your face was so pale. I looked at the bloody scarves in the hands of the maid, and I panicked."
"That day, you came back and told me that Mingxuan was gone..." He looked at her again: "Our child is gone too..."
"I want to go and spend time with you, but I can't get over the grief of Mingxuan's death. I'm afraid to go see you at that moment. Others will say that the lonely king is heartless and unjust, and that he only favors his concubine before the bones of his beloved wife are cold. "
"I can only wait for you to fall asleep and quietly buy things for you while no one is watching you, and plan things..."
As she said that, she stood up suddenly, put down his hands, and faced the small bright window next to her: "No need to say anymore... What did the king say now that he is dead? What about that time? Why didn't the king save her, and looked at it in vain? You want to follow her to die. You know that her nature is such that she will not be defiled by others and will definitely die as a martyr, but what about you?"
She pointed outside and cried to Wan Yanyong: "What are you doing as a husband?"
She pointed to her belly again and slowed down her speech: "And me, I had a big belly, I chased her, I wanted to save her, I didn't want to leave her, but I still let her go, and my child also left. ..."
"Qingya..., Qingya," he stepped forward in an attempt to stabilize her mood, but she refused.
He forcefully surrounded her and held her in his arms. She cried and shouted - "Wanyanyong, you are a coward, a coward!"
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