That non-caring tone almost ignited the last remaining trace of strength in Ning Shuyuan. She grabbed the brocade quilt on her body hard, her face turned blue, and her pupils were like a bottomless pool of water, lifeless. "Sure enough, it's your ......"

She leaned on her thin body on the color-inlaid Tuanfu hardware mattress, as if an autumn wind could blow her to pieces. Yu Yan looked at her silently, and there was an irrepressible sour feeling in her throat. It's just that she has a delicate face, but she still has a cold and disdainful smile: "If you hadn't been smart enough to find out Chengying's whereabouts, maybe you wouldn't have made such a fuss." Now, if you die, won't Yongxi be lonely? Yu Yan looked at the corals in front of the bed, the color was as red as blood, as if she was continuously absorbing the last essence of that woman. But don't worry, this palace will take care of Yongxi personally, and he must have fulfilled his sister's wish, and he can't be an emperor in this life. ”

With the sound of tears falling from the red candles on the gilt candlestick, Ning Shuyuan's eyes suddenly widened. The bottom of those unwilling eyes is a bitter hatred.

"Why, we used to be sisters, why did you do this to me!"

"You said it too, it was." Seeing her gasping for breath, Yu Yan looked away a little wistfully, like a goldfish that was about to dry up, "What's more, how can there be true sisters in the palace." You ask yourself, how this palace treats you, and how your own sister treats you—we don't owe each other anymore. ”

Ning Shuyuan's breathing suddenly became rapid and heavy, and the voice was like a scattered raindrop falling on the eaves, with a sorrow of resentment and despair. She wanted to open her mouth several times, but the resentment was firmly blocked in her chest, making her unable to make a sound. Yu Yan was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly there was a sharp knock outside the door. The violent sound broke the silence in the room for a moment, startling Yu Yan to hurriedly raise her eyes to look. But it was the palace maid of the heavy salivation palace, she knelt at the door, and said breathlessly: "Queen Mother, Rong Ji has a miscarriage, the emperor told you to hurry up!" ”

Before the palace maid's voice fell, she keenly noticed the strangeness of the atmosphere in the room, and unconsciously lowered her voice and said, "Niangniang......"

Yu Yan glanced behind her one last time, and saw that the woman's gaze had long since ceased to be the original despair, and a strange anger refracted a strange light from her dim eyes, so sharp that people almost dared not look directly. Yu Yan's heart finally settled down, and she only commanded, "Take care of your mother", and walked out of the palace without looking back.

That night, there were two concubines in the palace struggling on the verge of life and death. The only difference is that one person holds the eyes of everyone in the harem, while the other person is unattended. After Rong Ji struggled for two hours, she finally lived up to her hopes and gave birth to the fourth prince Yongche. It's just that because of premature birth, the fetus was only the size of a cat when it was born, and it was congenitally weak and sickly, and the doctor asserted that there was a possibility of premature death at any time.

As a result, no one cares about the fact that there is still a Shuyuan who is seriously ill in bed. Yu Hao must have thought about Yongxi's face, so he sent some supplements over. The harem was already ready for the funeral, but Ning Shuyuan vomited as much blood as she vomited, but miraculously survived. After a period of healing, he was able to get better.

It's the end of autumn in the blink of an eye.

When the news of Ning Shuyuan's sleeping tonight reached Jing'an Palace, Yu Yan was flipping through the "National Policy" on the small table. She just stopped and didn't say anything more. However, Su E, who was adding incense on the side, was suspicious on his face: "Ning Xiaozhu is seriously ill, could it be that he has changed his sex?" ”

Yu Yan stroked the long robe of apricot silk and scarlet silver thread on her body, and didn't even lift her eyelids: "That's not very good." ”

At that time, the night breeze of the water sneaked in silently through the small window behind him that was not closed, and Yuyan was only wearing a single coat, and he shivered unconsciously. She simply closed the pages of the book, walked to the round table with ivory white carved red peonies, and slowly drank a cup of hot tea to ward off the cold, and her thoughts were as deep as the sea for a while. She has also experienced such a transformation, and the sudden transparency is not really open, but she has suffered too much, and she has become another person. The behavior that was despised in the past has also become a means of competing for favor, and it is like this step by step to the phoenix position.

It was also from the day when Ning Shuyuan suddenly returned to favor, Yuyan's favor was no longer what it used to be. Maybe it's because after a series of truths were revealed, she could no longer face the emperor calmly. Maybe it's because the prosperous world is peaceful, and Yuhao no longer needs a regent's concubine. In short, it is an indisputable fact that the emperor and queen are becoming increasingly estranged, and the number of times the holy driver has moved to Jing'an Palace is only a handful, even in the festivals stipulated by the ancestors, they rarely have skin to skin with each other.

Every time she thinks about it, Yu Yan will smile bitterly, thinking about the year when the Qin family was beaten into the cold palace, and she and Yu Hao were also so unfamiliar.

It's like a curse of power. They also relied on each other and swore an alliance. On the night of the first bedtime, the man lifted the hijab of the happy red, and what greeted him was a beautiful face that was also moving. Experiencing hardships and dangers together, supporting each other, and seeing each other's casual eyes in the most difficult days, I also expected this to be the case in this life. It's just that when this qiē has an affair with power, when her innocent and transparent face is dyed with the color of a phoenix crown, a qiē changes.

The former is Qin Suyue, and the latter is her Beigong Qing.

Even so, Yuyan still lives much easier than the former queen. Because she knew from the beginning that the emperor had no long-term favor, she never asked for anything too extravagant. What about staying alone in the empty room, who among the seventy-two concubines in the three palaces and six courtyards has not experienced the torment of a long night and being alone. What's more, she already has supreme power, and these hardships have not been in vain.

Therefore, when the dispute between the princes of the previous dynasty intensified, Yu Yan just quietly copied volume after volume of scriptures and burned them bit by bit. As she watched the firelight slowly devour the fly-headed Xiaokai, she felt at peace. On a warm and cool autumn night, she wore plain clothes and stood in the courtyard, looking at the bright lights in the distance, with a slightly cold light in her eyes.

Such days have lasted for several years, and one day, Dong Bi came to the palace and said that the emperor asked her to move the imperial study.

A place that used to be accessible at will, but it has not been a long time since we set foot in it. When Yuyan arrived, he saw that there was more than one emperor in the palace. Concubine Zhao was dressed in a light silver scarlet embroidered dark blue and tillian's regular clothes, and the green silk was coiled behind her head with brocade flowers, and she held a tribute Bose Persian cat in her arms, standing in front of the bookcase and talking and laughing with the emperor. She is already very well maintained, and her skin is whiter than snow, and her demeanor is graceful, and she is like a narcissus blooming in a blue and white bottle, delicate and beautiful.

When Concubine Zhao saw Yuyan enter the door, she smiled, and Shi Shiran stepped forward and saluted. The breeze blew through her five-colored skirt, raising a burst of elegant fragrance.