Mrs. Hou? Yang Guang was stunned, he didn't have any information about this person in his mind, and looked back at Empress Xiao. Empress Xiao was also at a loss, and after thinking for a while, she said to Yang Guang with a guilty face: "There is indeed such a person, but he is also a little beautiful, but he is not good at words, and he is not good at making friends with the sisters in the palace, he does not move around often, and the concubines are so negligent that they forget her." ”

"The queen works day and night, it is inevitable that she will be negligent, Xu Tingfu, why have you never seen this person's brand?" Yang Guang questioned.

The sweat in Xu Tingfu's head came out all of a sudden, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, Mrs. Hou is lonely and self-admiring, and after entering the palace, she has many complaints about Your Majesty, and the old slave is afraid that she will speak disrespectfully, so ......."

That's it! Yang Guang waved his hand, probably thinking that this Mrs. Hou was an angry troll who was spoiled by the family, and it was just right not to let her come. Yuan Ziyan was bent on saving her life, and said, "Your Majesty, maybe it's a misunderstanding." Today, everyone comes to this ice city to be lively, except for Mrs. Hou, which seems to be unfair. ”

Yang Guang thought about it, too, since he had a grievance in his heart, it was better to take this opportunity to resolve it, so he ordered someone to invite Mrs. Hou immediately, most likely because he was curious about what kind of woman Yuan Ziyan was as beautiful as a flower.

However, in less than half an hour, someone came to tell me crying, and Mrs. Hou used silk to form a three-foot rope and hanged herself!

The emperor was shocked, but he didn't expect someone to commit suicide on the New Year! Yang Guang's face immediately became gloomy, and Yuan Ziyan's face also changed abruptly, could it be that people's fate cannot be easily changed, in the end, it is still a step too late? Hey, if I knew this, I should have mentioned this woman earlier, even if she was allowed to meet Yang Guang, it would be better to talk to each other than to die alone like this.

"Your Majesty, the concubines will take care of it, you are still ......"

Yang Guang waved his hand to interrupt Empress Xiao's words, and said with a solemn face: "The concubine in the palace committed suicide, what else do I have to think about, just go and see her for the last time." ”

"Your Majesty, this Mrs. Hou chose to commit suicide at this time, it is clear that she holds a grudge against Your Majesty, and you must not see this unlucky person!" Xu Tingfu hurriedly said.

"It's unlucky, anyway, people are dead at this time!" Yuan Ziyan muttered angrily, feeling more and more that this Xu Tingfu had a ghost in his heart.

Yang Guang got up and went to Mrs. Hou's residence, and the rest of the concubines still had the joy of the New Year, and they dispersed one after another.

No wonder the news was so slow, everyone hurried slowly, and walked for half an hour before they stopped in front of a remote courtyard, and there were faint cries of one or two people inside, not loud, nor sad enough.

Xu Tingfu hurriedly walked in with a blushing face, the house was very dilapidated, the window paper was rotten, but no one repaired it, with the night breeze flickering, I really don't know how the delicate body in this room survived this harsh winter.

Pushing the door in, the lights were dim, the furniture was very small, it was deserted, and there was still the smell of burning things in the house. However, lying on top of the dark mattress is a woman dressed in bright colors, which contrasts strongly with these gray tones.

Yuan Ziyan was taboo about these, and she didn't want to go forward, but the women who came with her were not small, and they squeezed forward desperately, not to mention finding time to retreat, Yuan Ziyan was pushed by them like this, came to the bed, squinted at it, and immediately gasped.

Oh my God, where is this dead man, it's clearly a fairy!

Gorgeous as peach blossoms, lifelike, delicate face, the deceased decorated himself with heart before his death, thick eyelashes, the bridge of the nose is quite beautiful, a small mouth is red and gorgeous, and it is still shining under the light.

Yuan Ziyan thought that she had seen it wrong, so she got closer and looked at it again, it was really impeccable, and judging from the curvature of the corner of her eyes, this Mrs. Hou must have been looking forward to being bright and graceful when she was alive.

Yang Guang's face was even more ugly, he was so charming when he died, I really don't know how captivating the country and the city were in his life, but why is such a stunning woman who has no impression at all? Or is it that the outstanding women in the palace are driven to the corners of the palace?

"What's the smell of in the house?" Yang Guang snorted and asked in a cold voice.

Mrs. Hou hurriedly stepped forward and replied: "Back to Your Majesty, it was Mrs. who burned the poems, paintings and calligraphy she made before her death. ”

"How many?"

"Countless."

Hey, Yang Guang sighed again, what a talented woman she should be, but her life's hard work has turned into this big pot full of ashes.

"What were the preferences of Madame when she was alive?" Yang Guang asked.

"Returning to Your Majesty, Madame is quiet by nature, writing poems and paintings all day long, and even busy until late at night. And although Mrs. is in a humble room, she pays the most attention to grooming and likes bright clothes. The palace maid said tremblingly, thinking that she was not lying.

Yuan Ziyan was secretly sad, a person who loves life so much, is only afraid that he will be disheartened and driven to a desperate situation, so he will end his unbloomed life early.

Yang Guang's eyes were rosy, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you ever had a last word?" ”

"When the slave and maid arrived, the lady had already gone, and she had no last words." The palace maid suddenly thought of something as she spoke, and hurriedly reported: "Madame has been smiling slightly on her face yesterday, burned all this, and told the slave maid that if Your Majesty comes to see her one day, she will present the bag to Your Majesty." ”

"Where's the tip?" Yang Guang asked anxiously.

"Yes, tied around Madame's arm!"

Yang Guang hurriedly turned his head again, and sure enough, he saw that Mrs. Hou had a brocade bag tied around her arm, like a spring flower, purple and red, very gorgeous, but it was a little bigger than usual.

Empress Xiao hurriedly stepped forward in person, untied it, and was about to open it first, but Yang Guang reached out and took it.

When he opened it, Yang Guang burst into tears, and he actually hugged Mrs. Hou's already cold body and cried bitterly. Yuan Ziyan leaned over to see that it was a white silk with some simple paintings painted on it as a background, and on it there were also self-portraits of herself, which were beautiful, and some poems with strong resentment.

One of them is tear-jerking: Crying can't become tears, and sadness turns strong songs. The flowers in the garden are rotten, and there is no plan for spring. The rest of the songs are also brilliant and have competed against any woman in the palace.

"Aifei, you have a bag on your arm, do you want to take all your thoughts away if I don't come to see you after I die?" Yang Guang broke his liver and intestines, his cry shook the sky, and the rest of the concubines also wiped their tears.

Empress Xiao persuaded her with red circles in her eyes for a long time, and Yang Guangcai reluctantly put down Mrs. Hou, but kept holding her soft and boneless little hand, and asked with tears: "What kind of grievances does Madame have to be so suspidant." ”

"Your Majesty, Madame has been in the palace for eight years, but she has never had the opportunity to meet Your Majesty, so I can't think about it." The palace maid wept.

"Why don't you send someone to find me?" Yang Guang asked unhappily, thinking that even if she came by herself, as long as she saw her, how could she not like it?

The palace maid didn't answer, how easy is this!

The other palace maid didn't speak, but the little palace maid with dripping eyes, perhaps seeing that Yang Guang valued talented women, wanted to attract his attention, took the initiative to step forward, and said in a coquettish voice: "Your Majesty, in recent days, the lady has repeatedly recited a poem, and the slave maid has also written it down. ”

"Tell me about it!"

Well, the little palace maid cleared her throat, learned the appearance and tone of Mrs. Hou, and said: "The secret cave is full of immortals, and the carved room locks the jade people." Mao Jun is really killable, and he refuses to write Zhaojun! ”

Mao Jun is really killable, and he refuses to write Zhaojun? Yang Guang's face was cold, and he quickly understood the meaning of the poem, turned his head and asked, "Xu Tingfu, Mrs. Hou compares herself to Zhaojun, so who is this Mao Jun?" ”

Xu Tingfu knelt down with a blushing face, and said tremblingly: "The old slave doesn't know if he doesn't learn and doesn't know. ”

"Bastard!" Yang Guangda was angry and asked: "I trust you and let you choose the queen every day, why haven't you seen Mrs. Hou for eight years?" ”

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the old slave, the old slave is terrified! Husband, Mrs. her, she ......"

"It must be because she has no money to make it, so you deliberately scandalize it, or even omit it?" Yang Guang asked.

Your Majesty! Xu Tingfu sweated like rain, his face was sallow, and he trembled his lips and said: "There is no such thing, please Your Majesty Mingjian, Mingjian!" ”

"Your Majesty is angry, Mrs. Hou has a strong temperament, and rarely goes to the palace of the concubines to ask for peace, hoping that His Majesty will be favored, so she protests in this way that the deep palace is not favored, and the concubines are blunt, there are many disrespectful acts." Empress Xiao spoke to Xu Tingfu.

"Queen, her bones are not cold, don't say anything that makes people's hearts cold!" Yang Guang stopped.

"The concubine can understand Your Majesty's feelings, but tonight's matter is quite strange, Mrs. Hou has not found the face of the king for eight years, why can she let Your Majesty go tonight? Who reminded everyone that there were such beauties in the palace? ”

"What does the queen mean?"

Empress Xiao glanced at Yuan Ziyan and said in a firm tone: "Regardless of the negligence of the concubines and Xu Tingfu, it is said that many matters tonight are very strange. First of all, Li Shimin went to visit ** inexplicably, and the matter was exposed by Xu Tingfu, and then Yuan Ziyan inexplicably proposed this Mrs. Hou, and then the news of her death came, Your Majesty, don't you think all this is too much of a coincidence? ”

Yang Guang glanced at Yuan Ziyan, Yuan Ziyan was hard to argue, thinking that Mrs. Hou was purely accidental, and her death today was indeed a coincidence, but how could it sound like she was jealous of Xu Tingfu for driving away Li Shimin, so she designed to kill Mrs. Hou and took the opportunity to frame the queen or Xu Tingfu?

Damn, it's similar to the death of the princess, Yuan Ziyan has once again become the target of everyone's suspicion, and the evidence seems to be more abundant than before.

"Your Majesty, I don't dare to defend myself, but the sky has eyes, and Madame's death has nothing to do with me." Yuan Ziyan looked directly into Yang Guang's eyes.

People are already dead, and there is no doubt that they are committing suicide, and as for who is used, Yang Guang does not want to see it. It was a happy day for the New Year, but when this happened, Yang Guang was very sad, thought about it again and again, and finally said: "Posthumously named Hou as a concubine, and claimed that he died of illness to the outside world." The palace maids and eunuchs who served their wives before their lives were all buried with them. ”

After speaking, Yang Guang turned his head and walked out of the house, and everyone also followed the fish, and there was immediately a cry of crying and grabbing the ground behind him, this time it was really crying.