Suddenly the wind rose in the night, and the new branches and leaves swept across the window lattice, making a dull rustling sound. The shadows of the trees seem to be spiritualized in an instant, intertwined and interspersed under the dense cornices, attaching patches of haze to the green tile glass of Huawei Palace.

The night was destined to be unrestful. Just a moment after the hour, fine raindrops fell. It smashed on the rubble, wantonly swallowing the chill of late spring. Since nightfall, Concubine Zhao has been sleeping unsteadily, and she finally got up in her clothes and stood quietly in front of the window.

A maid heard the sound and came in, and when she saw this scene, she hurriedly turned on the lamp. Although the room is not bright, it is enough to see a space. She was surprised to find that the usually dignified and demure master was full of sadness in his eyes at this moment.

"...... But this sound of rain startled the mother? ”

Concubine Zhao turned around slowly, but there was a wry smile on the corner of her mouth: "What do you say is not shocked, it's not used to it all these years." ”

The maid was speechless for a moment, but she didn't know what to say.

"Hongu originally thought that after a long time, a person's heart would stop like water. In the past, the emperor stayed in Lingxian Palace all night, and he didn't feel so uneasy. And now, his husband is only separated by a corridor, and he really can't sleep peacefully. ”

"Having said that, the emperor and his mother respect each other like guests, but they also envy others."

"There is no woman in the world who is willing to treat the person next to her with courtesy." Concubine Zhao let out a long sigh, and her eyes darkened unconsciously. "If I could, I'd rather be that person. Even if he broke off with the emperor, he still had an irreplaceable position in his heart. ”

The maid's hand shook in vain, and she almost touched the candle flame. "Mother, don't say that again."

Concubine Zhao was silent. Outside the window of the rain and fog, you can still vaguely see the unextinguished light of other incense pavilions. For some reason, the remnants of the candle, which had been consumed by the darkness, made her feel much more relieved. The smile on his lips like the shadow of the moon became more and more distinct.

"It seems that this palace is not the only one who is difficult to sleep in this palace."

She raised her hand, but her previous sorrow was replaced by another emotion. It was as if an invisible hand stretched out in the dark night, firmly choking the throat of the fate of the women.

"It's not the time yet, I still have to bear with it. Only those who are calm in this palace can laugh to the end. ”

The next morning, the rain continued. The sun was not seen in the morning, and the sky was so dark that it was frightening.

The Son of Heaven stayed in Liuyue Pavilion last night, and he finished dressing at this time. Qingluan took a long golden cloak of the double dragon and put it on the man's body, and squatted down to smooth the wrinkles on it. "It's cooler today, so it's better to wear an extra one."

"You're still careful." Although there is no sunlight, it does not seem to affect the mood of the Son of Heaven. "Strange to say, every time I see you, I feel extra relaxed."

"Your Majesty, this is making the concubines laugh." As soon as Qingluan got together, his hand was caught. She took the opportunity to look at Yu Hao's slightly tired face, and it was only at this time that she really realized the cold and handsome between his eyebrows.

There was a commotion in the courtyard, sweeping away the blurred atmosphere in the room. Qingluan pushed the door out and handed over a twelve-bone oil-paper umbrella. Pretended to be angry at Bai Yu and the others: "Why is it so unpeaceful early in the morning." ”

"The slave has seen the emperor, the little master of the concubine." Su E hurriedly led his subordinates to come to greet him, "It's all due to the deer hair, and the butterfly pattern painted cloud clothes of the mother have been put on the rain." The slave is reprimanding her. ”

But when he saw Guilu touching a mahogany tray in his hand, he was hanging his head aggrievedly. That brocade dress Qingluan liked it tightly, so it was no wonder that Su E lost her temper.

"Show me." As soon as the Son of Heaven stretched out his hand to take it, he saw that the skirt was soaked in a lot of muddy water, dyeing the original auspicious cloud texture. He frowned slightly, and said to Qingluan as if recalling: "I remember that you often wore this one when you first agreed. ”

Definitely.

At that time, it was only because of a subordinate who inadvertently praised the butterfly embroidered on this dress as dexterous and lovely, which made her look like a fairy in a painting. Since then, she has liked this brocade dress that she originally thought was too ostentatious. I always thought, even once, to see him laugh like that again, to listen to that voice.

"Luan'er?"

"Yes." Suddenly came back to his senses, the man in front of him had soft eyebrows, but he was more resolute than him. "I liked it very much at first, but after wearing it for a long time, it didn't have that freshness. Su E, you don't have to be harsh on them. ”

"In that case, I don't want to, and I will give you a good horse to cut new clothes one day."

The woman paused slightly, but when she raised her face again, it was like the morning sun in March. "The concubine thanked the emperor first."

Yes, she has to lose it slowly, and she has to learn to forget everything about him. In the loneliness of this deep palace, it is too difficult to keep a relationship, and it is too difficult to keep a true love. After going through so many things, she may not be as determined as she was at the beginning, and she has to pay too much for the stupidity of that thought.

"The concubine greets the emperor."

While he was still talking, he heard the voice of the noble concubine greeting him in the garden. Qingluan looked up and saw that she had put some thought into her clothes today. People are still so clean and generous, but their faces are not as ruddy as they used to be. counted silently in her heart, but she hadn't seen the emperor for some days.

"Look at the concubine, I forgot about the appointment with my sister." When Qingluan saw her, she hurriedly bowed, not daring to slack off at all. "Today, the palaces are going to ask the Queen Mother for peace, and the concubines will not send the emperor."

But the man grabbed her hand and whispered, "If you don't want to go, I'll find a way." ”

She still just smiled, deliberately took a step back in front of Concubine Zhao, and gently broke away from the palm of the Son of Heaven. "The emperor wants the concubines to understand, but if he doesn't go, the queen mother will definitely reprimand the concubines for being pampered and arrogant. And what's more...... I don't want to trouble you anymore. ”

Today's morning color is very good, but the birdsong in the pavilion is like a paradise.

The pair rested on the stone steps with a sparkle in their eyes. Concubine Zhao stood aside, looking at them almost with her head up. She had never felt that she was such an eyesore, and at this moment, she wished that she had never seen this seemingly loving moment, and had never seen how much her husband loved another woman.

"The concubine retired first."

Qingluan gave another salute before walking this way. Her expression was calm as usual, without the slightest arrogance. Concubine Zhao retracted her thoughts and walked side by side with her. It took a while before he smiled and said, "My sister and the emperor are really in love, and my sister has seen it all." ”

The woman did not respond immediately, and did not hesitate in the slightest. She had long been accustomed to these things, not to mention that these favors were no longer what she hoped for.

My sister laughed.

It wasn't until the maid helped the two of them into the sedan chair that the conversation was terminated. The wheels slowly pressed over the limestone tiles, leaving clear marks on them. Walking through this place day after day, thousands of times caught up in a boring dream by the crunching monotonous sound, Qingluan felt that she was rapidly aging.