The cold palace is the most reassuring place to recuperate, but Liang Yuer is already crazy, she can only rest assured, and she can't recuperate anymore.

The old palace people looked at this queen who used to cover the sky with one hand, but now she has fallen into such a field, but they just sighed that life is desolate.

Liang Yu'er didn't have any ideas, she was just crazy, and talked to the withered branch for a while: "I'm Liang Yu'er, Liang Xiang's granddaughter, you are the ninth master, right?" ”

After a while, he sat on the chair and said to himself, "Why can't Qi Han look at me more?" ”

After a while, he took the hand of the old palace man and said: "You say, why does the emperor like Chuxi!" Where is she good! Obviously, I met the emperor first! ”

Jumping around in the cold palace with crazy words, the old palace people looked at Liang Yu'er and sighed softly: "Maybe sometimes it's best to be crazy." ”

In the Chenji Palace, everyone was anxious, for fear that the queen's deposition would affect the nobles of Chen, but they had not seen the news from the emperor for a long time, and they were all relieved.

After waiting for a long time, the holy decree came down to ask Yin Li to move out of Chenji Palace.

Yin Li said with a wry smile: "Sure enough, it's where she lived, and I can't stay for a moment now." ”

Yin Li moved to a remote palace, and Qi Han never went there, but Qi Han went to Chenji Palace, and looked at this extremely familiar palace for a long time in front of the palace gate, his mother concubine, the person he loved the most, had lived here.

Before sunset, Chenji Palace was no longer called Chenji Palace, and Qi Han changed it to Weixi Palace. The grass on the plains, the dew is shining, what a sad thing! If the sky is not dawn and the sun is not shining, can we keep the only little hope left.

The palace people all speculated about the meaning of the Weixi Palace, but the palace people also knew that the imperial concubine would not be able to come back nine times out of ten, and only the emperor still refused to believe it.

Weixi Palace is still the same as it was, clear and quiet. Before Liang Yu'er lived in the cold palace, Qi Han asked someone to pack up Chuxi's things, and the palace people handed over the hand-copied Buddhist scriptures of Concubine Chen to Qi Han.

Under the dim light, the dried blood stains on the hand-copied Buddhist scriptures were still the same as always, Qi Han just looked at the Buddhist scriptures with an expressionless face, and laughed at himself: "It turns out that Xi'er has known for a long time, it turns out that she asked like that because of my feelings that day......"

Qi Han clenched the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, and looked into the distance across the window lattice with clear eyebrows, wondering where Xi'er is now? The Liang family has fallen, everything has settled, Qi Han thought in his heart that he announced to the world just so that Xi'er could know that everything was over, and he hoped that she would come back.

Soon after the fall of the Liang family, the abbot of Qixia Temple asked to enter the palace to face the saint, and Qi Han was a little surprised. The abbot of Qixia Temple has always been not worldly, nor has he set foot in the forbidden land of the palace, and now he is afraid that there is something important, Qi Han was busy meeting the abbot of Qixia Temple in the imperial study.

The abbot saluted with a small burden in his hand, and said calmly: "The old man's trip is to return a thing to the emperor's heart." ”

Qi Han had no intention, but when he heard this, he was a little puzzled and asked, "What is it?" ”

The abbot presented the burden in his hand, the little eunuch took it, Qi Han opened it layer by layer, and when he saw the white altar body, he unconsciously trembled a little, and asked in a lost voice: "Is this ...... This...... Be...... What is it? ”

The abbot said lightly: "Amitabha, although the imperial concubine is casual in her words, the old man guessed that the imperial concubine must hope to return to the emperor's side, so the old man brought the imperial concubine back to the palace and met the emperor." ”

Qi Han's hands trembled, and his voice trembled: "This...... This...... Xi'er ...... It's Xi'er......"

The abbot took his leave, "The old man has stepped aside. ”

The abbot walked outside, and Qi Han trembled and said, "Why do you want to send it back?" Why? His voice grew grim and hoarse, "If you don't send it back, I'll ...... There is still a hint of fantasy, and now ...... But now I can't help it......"

Qi Han hugged the ashes altar after saying that, tearing his heart and lungs, crying miserably. The abbot only sighed softly and withdrew.

The palace people didn't dare to approach the emperor, for fear that the emperor would be angry, and Qi Han also held the ashes altar without moving and sat straight for a day.

The aunt in front of the emperor didn't want to go, so she quietly went in, and saw that Qi Han was still sitting there, so she called softly: "Your Majesty? ”

Qi Han raised his head, smiled hard, and said softly: "Auntie's voice is quieter, Xi'er is asleep." ”

The aunt knelt on the side, with tears in her eyes, and choked up: "The old slave knows that the emperor is sad, but the mother has gone, the emperor, the mother wants you to be a Ming Jun, have you forgotten?" ”

Qi Han sighed for a long time: "How much I deserve to die, Xi'er doesn't even want to be by my side when he leaves." ”

The aunt smiled sadly and said, "No, the emperor, it's not like this," the aunt sighed, "The abbot master of Qixia Temple said that the mother said before leaving, she figured it out, she also missed the emperor, and she also wanted to come back, but she knew that her time was short, and she didn't want the emperor to be sad, so she left quietly," the aunt was full of tears and cried, "The words have come to this, the emperor, do you still want the mother to see you so sad?" ”

Qi Han sighed, hugged the ashes, buried his face deep in the dragon-patterned dragon robe, and the golden thread rubbed the neck with a trace of blood, but what are these pains compared to the heartache?

Receiving the sadness in his heart, Qi Han struggled to stand up, and wrote down the holy decree that the imperial concubine had passed away, the ink was not dry, and the person was not old, but the heart had already died.

Beijing passed to the four seas, the emperor announced to the world, the imperial concubine died, posthumously crowned as the queen of Chunhui Zhaoren Mingyi, three days after the strike, Qixia Temple also chanted and prayed for the imperial concubine.

For ordinary people, it is just the departure of an imperial concubine, and there is not much shock and sorrow, just a conversation after dinner. And for those who are close to them, it is the group of people who are close to them who are gone.

In the harem, Qi Han ignored the opposition of the ministers of the previous dynasty and abolished all the concubines, and now the harem is empty, and there is no anger at all. Walking around, it was all a scene of decay, and what Chuxi once wanted was only for one person, but it was finally realized after leaving.

Yin Li is nowhere to be found, maybe she went to the cold palace to accompany Liang Yu'er, or maybe she went back to Liuxian Pavilion to sing, and the edge of the cloud mountain has not yet been sung. The play is not over yet, how can you stop there?

Lin Wanwan sat in the embroidery workshop, embroidering mandarin ducks with a calm expression, the embroidery workshop was still prosperous, but the people who had come to ask for advice had never come again.

Outside the alleys in the south of the Yangtze River, Qi Min and Liang Ruier also saw the notice announcing the world, which was clearly written word by word, Imperial Concubine. Liang Rui'er's face was pale, Qi Min was also frowning, and when she looked back at Liang Rui'er's bad face, she hurriedly pulled her out of the crowd.

Liang Ruier stumbled on the bluestone path, Qi Min helped her with concern, although she was uncomfortable, just looking at Liang Ruier's face, she was afraid that Liang Ruier would receive a bigger blow, so she comforted: "Ruier, don't be sad, there will always be such a day." ”

Liang Ruier just shook her head, suddenly her face was full of tears, and cried: "Before I left, Chu Xi obviously promised me, she promised me to take good care of myself," Liang Ruier grabbed Qi Min tightly and cried, "Why is this happening?" ”

It was easy to get to the front of the courtyard, Qi Min hurriedly helped Liang Rui'er into the courtyard, and the courtyard was clean. Qi Min helped Liang Rui'er into the house and lay down, comforting: "Even if you are sad, you have to take care of the child in your womb, and the child can't help but feel sad like you." ”

Liang Rui'er just smiled faintly, let out a long sigh, and asked softly, "Ah Min, how about our child's name Nian Xi?" ”

Qi Min smiled slightly and said, "Okay, it's called Nian Xi." ”

The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is light and warm, and after the first month, it is already a warm spring, and the orchids in the house do not know whether to draw out small buds in the season, just like a new life that has not yet been born. There are always people in the world who leave with hatred, and there are always people who are born out of love, so why be persistent?

Not far away, in the same alley, some people heard the news like a bolt from the blue. Jing'er heard from Xianggong's mouth that the imperial concubine had died, and her qi and blood were retrograde, and she spit out a mouthful of blood, which frightened her Xianggong's face like earth.

Both husband and wife are grateful for the favor of the imperial concubine, if it were not for the imperial concubine, the two of them were afraid that it would not be enough to die a hundred times, it was Chu Xi who sent them out of the palace and settled down in the residence.

Jing'er drank the medicine, lay on the bed weakly, and said, "If it wasn't for the imperial concubine back then, where would there be today?" I don't want the imperial concubine to leave so early. ”

Jing'er's father-in-law, who was also the Li guard of the day, gently comforted: "Niangniang must have not suffered, and the emperor also posthumously crowned the queen, which can be regarded as life and glory and death." ”

Jing'er shook her head gently, her face turned pale, and she smiled: "I know our mother a little bit, I know she won't care about this," Jing'er sighed, "I've seen our mother sneak out with the tenth master to play, and joke and talk to our subordinates with a big grin, the mother is very good, but it's a pity to ......"

Li Guard's comfort said: "Niangniang is a good person, otherwise this would not be called Dafu." ”

Jing'er just sighed and asked, "Let's go to Beijing next year to worship the imperial concubine Niangniang, I always feel uneasy not to go to see the Niangniang." ”

Li Guardwei was a little embarrassed: "It's right to go to see Niangniang, but we can't enter the imperial mausoleum, how can we worship Niangniang?" ”

Jing'er said softly: "Go to the royal Qixia Temple to worship, it is a royal place, and Niangniang's incense soul may be there." ”

Guard Li nodded slightly, covered Jing'er with a quilt, and said with a smile: "Don't be too sad, I'll take you to Beijing next year." ”

Jing'er nodded, let out a long sigh, closed her eyes and stopped talking. Guard Li sighed and went out.

The weather is light and warm, and it will not be long before the south of the Yangtze River is the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies, and it is another year of spring grass green, but I don't know, when will Wang Sun return? The sun rises and the moon sets, always reincarnated, and it is always unavoidable.