Three days later, the Yongning Palace where Concubine Chen lived in the past was officially renamed Cloud Sleeve Palace, when the new plaque was hung high at the moment announcing a new beginning, although the palace is still the same, but the name has been changed, but it contains a true and pure sisterhood.

Since the death of Concubine Chen, it seems that she rarely stepped into her bedroom, afraid of seeing people to hollow out, and the owner does not know where to return to the sentimentality. And at this moment, when she slowly walked to the palace with Concubine Chen, her heart turned a thousand times, the furnishings here are still the same, as if the air is still filled with the breath of exclusive Concubine Chen, but she doesn't see the person who is smiling with Han, the memories are clear, the past is clear, it seems to be just yesterday, but she has been separated from Concubine Chen for more than half a year. I can't forget the mutual support along the way when I entered Beijing from Langya to be elected, I can't forget the mutual warmth after entering the palace, I can't forget the warm comfort given by the other party after I married into the palace, and I can't forget the shame of being betrayed by her in this place and almost re-entrusting Emperor Tiande, and I can't forget the other party's thousands of repentances and deep entrustment to himself when he was dying.

Concubine Chen's dressing table was cleaned up by the palace maid, as if slowed down to the dressing mirror, in the mirror is her slightly pale face full of melancholy, suddenly looking back, the light red curtain hung down deeply, but the tent was empty, fingers gently pinched the corner of the curtain, how I hope that the moment the curtain is rolled up is a beautiful woman sleeping, but just opened a small gap as if he let go, the curtain hung down again.

It is as if walking out of Concubine Chen's dormitory, and the tulip and begonia under the corridor are blooming just right, but in the summer when a hundred flowers have passed away, it is particularly precious, and there is also a lingering sadness and loneliness.

Qian Xue and Concubine Chen's son Murong Minghui are playing in the courtyard, the difference between the two children is seven or eight months, although Qian Xue is slightly older than Minghui, but Chongxiao is spoiled by her parents, but she is very domineering, bullying Minghui who is younger than herself everywhere.

Although Murong Minghui is also the prince, but when he was born, Concubine Chen had fallen out of favor, his son was poor with his mother, he rarely received the favor of his father, and he could only endure in the face of Qian Xue's bullying.

Qian Xue looked at the cute little tiger embroidered on Minghui's clothes and had to take it off, but Minghui covered the little tiger with his hand and didn't want Qian Xue to touch it, and the two chased each other in the spacious courtyard, just at this time as if walking out of the dormitory, Xiao Qianxue saw her mother coming, ran to the front in a few steps, and sprinkled coquettishly, "I want that little tiger after the mother, I want it." ”

It is like slowly squatting down and gently facing the daughter island; "Xue'er, that little tiger is on my brother's clothes, if you pull it off, won't my brother's clothes be damaged? My brother is younger than you, do you want him to know? ”

Qian Xue shook her head desperately, still refusing to give up, I just want that little tiger.

Seeing that Murong Minghui seemed to come out, he stood cautiously in the distance, his little hands tightly protecting the little tiger on his chest.

As if he turned his head and happened to see Xiao Minghui with a frightened face, his heart suddenly tightened, and then he saw that Qian Xue in his arms was so domineering and willful, and his heart became more and more unpleasant, and he remembered his own situation when his father went to other tribes to do business when he was not at home after his mother passed away, "Xue'er, if you are willful again, you will be angry." As if his face sank slightly, his tone was obviously much heavier than just now, seeing that the queen mother was angry, Xiao Qianxue's big eyes were full of fear, and the south bank said that the queen mother was not angry, and Xue'er didn't want it.

It was as if he had returned his face to his original gentleness, and gently stroked his daughter's little face and said My Xue'er is the most well-behaved, my younger brother is younger than you and he doesn't have a father, you have to let him, don't bully him, if I see you bullying my little brother, I'll be really angry.

"Where is the father of my little brother?" Qian Xue asked softly, her eyes blinking as if she was talking.

As if still gently saying that the little brother's father went to a far, far away place.

Qian Xue blinked, did she also go to war like her father?

In the face of his daughter's question, he didn't know how to answer the best, so he prevaricated and said yes.

Xiao Qianxue didn't ask, broke free of her mother's embrace and went straight to Xiao Minghui, "Minghui, I don't want your little tiger anymore." ”

Xiao Minghui let go of his hand, and the two children played together again.

According to the rules of the palace, once the concubine dies, the palace maids and eunuchs who serve by her side will be placed elsewhere, and their dormitories will either be sealed, or new concubines will be arranged to move in, just like the palace of the concubines will be reopened after staying in Zhaoyang Palace, and the palace maids and eunuchs who have been dismissed everywhere will also be recalled, as if they are the same as before.

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