After Oss left, Concubine Jia Yi was already disheartened and exhausted, and she almost missed her breath, and she sat down softly against the wall.

Tears slipped down her eyes, "Lina...... My poor Linna......" Her shattered cry echoed in the ancestral hall for a short time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xiang Li hurried from outside the ancestral hall, and saw the concubine sitting in a corner of the ancestral hall shrine in despair, leaning against the red wall, sobbing mournfully.

Xiang Li immediately stepped forward to help, "Niangniang, Niangniang, what's wrong with you?" ”

The old concubine burst into tears and choked up: "It turns out that everything has karma...... Mourning can be regarded as self-inflicted evil......" Her voice was as mournful as the cold wind.

Xiang Li didn't know how to comfort him for a while, so he only thought about it: "Don't be too sad, Princess Lina passed away, but she couldn't think about it, and what does it have to do with you?" ”

The concubine shook her head gently, tears slowly flowing down her cheeks, "Whenever the night is quiet, as soon as I close my eyes, I will see my smart and clever Ting'er, he likes to cry in a milky voice: 'Grandmother Wang, grandmother Wang, hug, hug Ting'er......"

Can you imagine the joy in my heart at that time? I walked up to him in three steps and two steps, lifted his small and soft body, and held it tightly in my arms, and he would gently rub my face with his delicate cheeks......"

The concubine seemed to be indulging in a dream, and her expression became more and more sad and sad, "But when I wanted to look at Ting'er's face in my arms carefully, his fine white and immature skin seemed to melt, and large chunks slipped down his face......"

"He wailed, his body trembled and spasmed in my arms, he struggled desperately and cried out in pain, the tip of his nose and lips glued together, the black scorched breath of his mouth came out of his mouth, his clothes were burned to ashes, and the smell of death was pungent and foul, and his cry of pain was terrifyingly shrill and filled with the terrible sound of mourning."

Xiang Li's eyebrows frowned slightly, her face was full of worry, she lightly held the concubine's arm, and said softly: "Niangniang, you are tired, the slave will help you to rest in the right chamber hall, right?" ”

The concubine didn't hear it, and said: "Every time I wake up from a nightmare, there is always a kind of nausea in my heart, and I can't fall asleep anymore." ”

Xiang Li could only nod respectfully, the concubine Jiayi in front of her looked haggard and teary-eyed, as if it was just a moment, she had taken off her usual grace and majesty, and what was reflected in Xiang Li's eyes at this moment was just an ordinary old woman with a somewhat flabby figure.

Perhaps, there are thousands of kinds of pain in this world, but the pain of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person is like a heart-to-heart, which makes people want to abandon everything and get rid of the rest of their lives.

The right wing hall of the ancestral hall has always been elegantly arranged, the Puguang Buddha statue enshrined in the west head, always with a smile of Pudu sentient beings, facing the east and looking, on the bluestone wall behind him, there is a huge ink word, 'Zen'.

The sandalwood incense curled in front of the Buddhist shrine burned, and the concubine only felt exhausted, slumped on a bright yellow futon and sobbed lowly.

Xiang Li hurriedly brought a cup of pear soup warmed with lemon, raisins, and pears, scooped two tablespoons in a porcelain bowl, put it on his lips and blew it carefully, and then fed it to the concubine.

After some grief just now, the concubine only felt dizzy in front of her eyes and her body was very weak, so she also followed Xiang Li's wishes and chewed the pear soup in her mouth.

The twilight gradually deepened, and the hall was silent for a long time, and the concubine let out a long sigh and said slowly: "When the first king died of illness, the mourning family had only one wish, that is, to raise my three sons safely. ”

The concubine lowered her head, staring at the slowly plucked rosary in her hand, her lips revealing indescribable bitterness, "Perhaps for ordinary people, raising offspring is a matter of time and money...... However, for me at that time, the safety of our mother and son was the most important thing for me to consider. ”

Xiang Li nodded thoughtfully, "Sometimes, no matter how much wealth or power we have, we are all pawns in a chess game, so we can't live as we like." ”

With tears still in her eyes, the concubine murmured: "When I was young, I was eager for power, just because my father always found the right moment, so he subtly instilled in me and my brother the idea that only when we get power can we not be controlled by others. ”

"When I thought I had established myself on the throne of the Leoylé concubine, the first king died suddenly......" she sobbed and added in a deep nasal voice, "You know, it was a bolt from the blue for me and my three young children, who were not yet adults. ”

"After the death of the first king, the government was in chaos, the various forces and factions were complicated, and there were constant disputes, but the elders of the dynasty seemed to have been discussed in advance, they were all vague and indecided, and there were a few dukes who relied on their family status and wealth to try to marry me...... "In the end, the concubine was unspeakable.

The concubine's words also seemed to touch a string in Xiang Li's heart, and she whispered: "When people are happy, the world around them is beautiful, but the warmth and coldness of the situation are often revealed when you are unlucky!" ”

The concubine nodded in response, "You're right!" The sacred capital is good everywhere, the palace is majestic and grand, the garden is deep and verdant, the decoration is exquisite and elegant, and the use is even more rich and luxurious...... But it's a place with no human touch. If you look closely and feel it silently, you will realize that there is only the smell of power and wealth here, and no one will treat you sincerely! There are only two kinds of people living in this great palace, one is the one who fears your power, and the other is ...... They are the ones who covet your power. ”

A tear suddenly flashed in Xiang Li's eyes, "What Niangniang said is very true, someone has told me in the past that people who really have blood on their hands may not necessarily have to carry knives. ”

The concubine leaned back in her chair, her eyes wide in confusion, as if she had seen the turmoil of the world many years ago, "At that time, there were really fierce tigers in front and hungry wolves in the back, if I was about to step on the wrong step, I and the children would have to die." ”

Xiang Li's expression moved slightly, and she returned to her previous calm and solemnity, she gently placed the porcelain bowl on the low table, and comforted softly: "Fortunately, Niangniang has family power to rely on." ”

"This is also the only fortunate place for the mourning family, if there is no family power to rely on, I am afraid that there is no current king of Os......" The concubine's words are meaningful, along the way, no one knows this better than her, and behind the supreme power is often full of dangers.

"Now that the princess has passed away, His Majesty has ordered the imprison of Lady Gavin...... I'm afraid that the prince's side will not be able to sit still. ”

Sorrow suddenly shrouded the concubine's face, and she sighed, "In the royal court, there is never a shortage of headaches, Your Majesty intends to let me be accompanied by the blue lantern of the Buddha shrine, why should I bother myself?" ”

She flicked the rosary in her hand, her eyes were like sunset, "Xiangli, the mourning family is old, and being able to raise the children to adulthood has completed one of my great tasks, what will happen next, and the mourning family is powerless......" The concubine said, slowly closing her eyes.

The green smoke lingers in front of the Buddhist shrine, but it can't dispel the coldness and loneliness of this room.