Zhuo Yijia looked at the scroll in her hand, and the doubts in her eyes that could not be dissolved entangled her. Bei Liang told him that he had always told him everything he knew. Bei Liang won't lie to her.

One moment it is a human being, and another moment it is a soul. If it is in the deep palace, who can know the truth?

Lan Guifei died because of this big secret. Lan Guifei?

Zhuo Yijia's eyes suddenly flashed.

By the way, Concubine Lan, it was Concubine Sun Xian who designed Concubine Lan.

Concubine Sun Xian!

Zhuo Yijia took the scroll and hurriedly walked towards the outside of the hall.

Yes, the matter of the deep palace, if you want to say who knows best, it is none other than Concubine Sun Xian, who has been in the deep palace for two dynasties.

After the palace change, Concubine Sun Xian was grounded in Zhaoyang Palace by her. She had wanted to wait until she found King Qing, which was her time of death. But I never thought that I would use her one day.

Zhuo Yijia walked on the road, and the steps under her feet became faster and faster.

Outside the Zhaoyang Palace, there were all Zhao Fengyao's guards. The whole palace was enclosed.

Zhuo Yijia walked outside the Zhaoyang Hall and took out the token that Zhao Fengyao gave her to go to the cold palace.

The guard guarding the door saw the ace and took a step back and knelt down.

Zhuo Yijia put away the token and walked towards the Zhaoyang Palace.

In the courtyard of Zhaoyang Palace, the uncultivated branches are a little messy. It was hit by snow, snapped, and then fell to the ground, covered with layers of white snow. It was like a very thick white blanket.

Zhuo Yijia walked through the courtyard and walked towards the Zhaoyang Palace. The guards in the hall all retreated and opened the door of the palace for Zhuo Yijia. What catches your eye is a picture screen embroidered with peonies.

Concubine Sun Xian was embroidering in the palace, sitting by the fire, squinting. Stitches and threads, light and slow, like an old man enjoying the passage of time. Her black sideburns have climbed up a lot of gray hair.

She sat under the window and let the winter wind blow in the snow from time to time.

Blowing her sideburns, she reached out to straighten it again, and then continued to embroider.

Zhuo Yijia stood at the door of Zhaoyang Palace, looked at Concubine Sun Xian sitting under the window, stretched out his hand and waved.

All the guards in the palace and the servants who took care of Concubine Sun Xian all retreated. Only Qingling was left behind her.

Zhuo Yijia walked in front of Concubine Sun Xian and stood still.

The light from the window was blocked, and Concubine Sun Xian took the needle and thread, raised her head, and looked at the woman standing in front of her.

"Are you?" said Concubine Sun Xian, looking at Zhuo Yijia and questioning.

Zhuo Yijia looked at Concubine Sun Xian and didn't speak, just looked at her fixedly.

Concubine Sun Xian's gaze swept over Zhuo Yijia's hair, and then swept over the palace silk around her waist.

"It turned out to be the famous Streamer General. Concubine Sun Xian said, slowly lowering her head. Continue to thread the needle and lead the thread: "It looks so good, no wonder they all say that they want to stand up." ”

Zhuo Yijia squatted down in front of Concubine Sun Xian. She stretched out her hand, pinched Concubine Sun Xian's chin, lifted it, and said contemptuously: "Who am I?"

After that, Zhuo Yijia used a force in his hand and directly pulled Concubine Sun Xian towards him: "Open your eyes wide, and then see, who am I?"

Concubine Sun Xian's body was pulled out, her hands were propped up on the peony flower ball on the embroidery frame, her chin was pinched by Zhuo Yijia, and she was forced to look at her with her head up.

"Look at my eyebrows and eyes, and see who I look like. Zhuo Yijia said, hooking her lips and smiling contemptuously: "You can't guess who I am in your life." ”

After that, he shook his hand and threw Concubine Sun Xian away.

Concubine Sun Xian was thrown to the ground, and her hair was a little loose. She braced herself on her feet. Slowly turned his head and looked at Zhuo Yijia: "I know who you are." ”

She smiled. He sat back beside the embroidery frame, straightened out his clothes, buried his head, picked up the needle and thread and continued to embroider. He whispered, "You're here to ask about your mother." ”

Zhuo Yijia's eyes darkened, she narrowed her eyes and looked at the top of Concubine Sun Xian's buried head.

"How did you guess it was mine?" Zhuo Yijia looked at Concubine Sun Xian's gloomy mouth.

Concubine Sun Xian embroidered peonies and said softly: "When your mother gave you her spirit, I knew that one day you would come back." ”

Zhuo Yijia gritted her teeth and looked at Concubine Sun Xian: "What else do you know?"

"What else do you know?" Concubine Sun Xian still calmly embroidered the flowers in front of her, and said softly: "Why do I know what to tell you?"

Zhuo Yijia raised her legs, kicked over the embroidery frame in front of Concubine Sun Xian, picked up the umbrella held by Qingling next to her, pointed at the tip of the umbrella, picked up Concubine Sun Xian's chin, looked into her eyes, and sneered: "You are not qualified to say no in front of me now." ”

Concubine Sun Xian let Zhuo Yijia pick her chin, and then smiled: "But there is only one life left." If you want it, take it. ”

Zhuo Yijia looked at Concubine Sun Xian with an indifferent face, withdrew the tip of the umbrella, put the pestle on the ground, and clicked it, and the snow slag still stained on it fell to the ground and quickly turned into a little water stain.

"You must not forget, your eighty-year-old mother who was exiled to the Tomb. Zhuo Yijia lowered her head and looked at Concubine Sun Xian, who was lying on the futon in front of her, and lit the umbrella she was holding again. There were two more water stains on the ground.

A look of surprise flashed on Concubine Sun Xian's face, she looked up at Zhuo Yijia, and snorted coldly in disbelief: "They are all exiled to Youling, thousands of miles away, what can you do with her?"

"Coincidentally, my people keep looking at them. Zhuo Yijia looked at Concubine Sun Xian in front of her, and smiled yin: "And your little nephew Sun Haoran." That's the only male in your Sun family, it's up to you whether you can protect it or not. Virtuous concubine Niangniang. ”

Sun Yunzhou entrusted her with the family at the beginning, and she finally sent someone to take care of it.

Concubine Sun Xian looked at Zhuo Yijia, shook her teeth, and looked at her hatefully. Then she closed her eyes, swallowed her saliva, and sighed, "I'll tell you." ”

As she spoke, she opened her eyes, looked at Zhuo Yijia, and said slowly word by word: "I have never harmed your mother, and you don't have to hate me." She's alive as you wish. ”

Zhuo Yijia listened to Concubine Sun Xian's words, her breathing became heavier and heavier, she slowly took a step back, leaning against the window, and was able to stabilize herself.

"Where is she now?" Zhuo Yijia asked in a very low voice, so light that she couldn't really hear it herself.

Concubine Sun Xian turned her head, looked at the snow scene outside the window next to Zhuo Yijia, and said with some bitterness: "I should have followed the emperor." ”

The emperor in Concubine Sun Xian's mouth is naturally not Zhao Fengyao.

The wind and snow behind him were cold, and the brazier in front of him was warm, which made Zhuo Yijia a little uncomfortable. She opened her mouth, her voice choked, "Where did you go?"

"I don't know where to go. Concubine Sun Xian looked at the scenery outside the window and replied blankly. As she spoke, she turned her head and looked at Zhuo Yijia: "Do you want to find your queen mother?"

Zhuo Yijia pursed her lips, not daring to answer.