Twenty years ago, one day, the palace Qingning Palace. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info At this time, the Qingning Palace is still living in the concubine of the previous dynasty - Quan Xiuning.

I want my autumn, what is the pain of the head, it is the sorrow of today's downfall, the loss of people's words, the low place of words, the clouds open and the fog is sparse, the stars are sparse, and the cool is looking for the extreme summer. The years have passed, and the glittering color is gone!

The concubine's pupils were even more haggard, emaciated, and delicate. The vines and green roses, the twigs and willows, the soul of the dark country, the twilight of the Nianjun Dynasty, the couch is dying. For four years, Qingning was lonely, and chess and wine were frequent. Those who are endowed with poems, every time they are drunk, they seek to be free, the palace door is tight, it is difficult to achieve, and they are riddled with diseases. If the orchid is defeated, the anger is still frosty.

The whole concubine was sick and evil, faintly flashing her childhood, and the two met in white. Wait to get married, marry a wife, hide everything, live and live together. The dusk moon coincides with the color of clouds and ink, and the evening breeze is veined.

The concubine lay on the couch and closed her eyes and pondered, she had just given birth a few days ago, her face was still as pale as paper, her lips were bloodless, her eyelashes trembled and moistened, and the tears in the corners of her eyes slowly crossed and fell on the pillow surface, like a good ink painting.

My child cannot die in vain, I am unwilling, and my child will be disturbed, and I will find the Lord to avenge my child. The soft water slowly turned into a fist, and the joints were blue and white due to excessive force, and it was also known that the nails pierced into the flesh

Concubine Quan calmed down and thought quietly, and suddenly remembered that she had only been to Qingning and drank a cup of tea before the miscarriage, and after a day, she felt unwell, bleeding did not stop, and smiled disdainfully, it turned out that Jiang Suyun and Meng Jingshu were not any different, they were both the same vicious

Meng Jingshu ignored Xiao Yuezhong, got up and dressed and came to Qingning on her shoulder, and was helped into the hall by Mo Yue. Then he said without sadness and joy: "It turns out that the prince is also there, that's just right, the concubine has something to ask the concubine's sister." ”

The wind is remnant of the bamboo, the leaves are not frightened, and the candle flame is swaying and fainting. In a trance, I have already fallen into a warm and comfortable feeling. The sound of the air is familiar. The opening and closing of the pale lips are silent, the breath is suspended in the air, and the word "disability" is light, "disabled ......"

The moon cage is cold and the smoke shines on the water, and it is cool enough to accommodate the Xizi on the couch. Struggled to lift the white wiligan into a line, falling on the face of the man, and was reluctant to leave for a long time.

"I ...... I want to leave...... I really want to ......" Concubine Quan was finally unable to speak because of shortness of breath.

The pine door opened horizontally and was another shu, and the sound was Dong's, Bai Yi ignored the human face, closed his eyes and shed tears. The wind is not resistant, the moon is not frosty at night, the flowers bloom very well, and I am alone.

Concubine Quan was talking about it, and she pushed the door in. took it as a servant, and opened his mouth to blame him for being slow, but he saw that his appearance was familiar, his expression was perverse, and he knew that he was wrong. I know each other about something, and I want to leave, and I am safe. Confused about its identity, think for a moment to know.

"Late at night, what's the matter with Sister Shu, why don't you discuss it later." Concubine Shu couldn't help but feel sad when she heard Concubine Quan say this. How can the deep palace destroy people and make their sweethearts like this. If you want to leave the deep palace but can't ask for it, if you want to be content in the deep palace but can't think of it. That's a fallacy. But he was helpless and reassured.

"Where to go, I will accompany you." Concubine Shu leaned down, knowing that the time in front of her was short. and does not shun others, but kisses them lightly on the cheek.

Seeing the two of them complaining to each other about loyalty, my heart was more than sad, I was an outsider to them, my face was a little whiter, my eyes were hazy with tears, my cheeks were moist in an instant, and the tears did not stop, I was delusional to him, the two complained of love without me, the dream was broken, and it was time to wake up

Concubine Quan closed her phoenix eyes lightly, waved her hand to signal Mo Yue to go out, and found a stool to sit on, the corners of her forehead had Han beads rolling down, three thousand green silks were not pulled, and a few strands of broken hair were attached to her cheeks, which was even more weak

Although it was summer, I felt cold all over my body, tightened my cloak, and kept shivering, I don't know if it was a trembling tooth or a trembling voice, and said: "The concubine can't wait for tomorrow, and I believe Sister Meng can't wait for ...... either."

The cold light in the eyes of the concubine was not hidden, and she was leaning at the Yiren in the arms of the man on the couch, but now she was no longer colorful, but she got what she thought in her heart, she was happy, but why bother to harm my child again.

The green willows float and move, the cage is covered with broken fog, the dust falls to the ground overnight, the peach is sudden, and the face is no longer there. Ling Ranmo surged between his eyebrows. Today is sad, today is wrong, wrong is wrong, what do you want!

The library is full of willows, and the summer dream in the cloister is melodious, not only emotional. With his kiss face fragrant, warm and long-lasting, bleak and dull.

"The people who should come... Here it comes... For her grievances... Should... It's time to finish...... Concubine Shu said slowly.

Concubine Shu's eyebrows seemed to be smiling, her cheeks were uncertain, and the clouds were leisurely and leisurely, and they soon dispersed. Seeing it in the distance, it is quiet outside the door,

Luo Yun surging, the grass and trees are glorious, and in this life, he has never absorbed the favor of eternity, but he is not worth being snubbed and no one cares about him, today you and me, friend and foe are inseparable.

Relying on its warmth in the heart, minus three points of coldness, love and respect, strong affection, raise his eyes to look at the down-and-out man, and gasp more than "If you want to ask... Anyway... I... I should be you..."

The flickering candle flame is still dark, and the details on the wall are turbulent and dim. Summer nights are silent.

Jiang Suyun listened to the two of them on the side, only to feel that he should avoid it. But seeing Concubine Shu like this, I couldn't bear it. wanted to speak strongly, but seeing Quan Xiuning's weak appearance in front of him, he felt pity in his heart, and his tone was half a point weaker.

"Quan Xiuning, why are you forcing each other step by step?"

Concubine Shu also saw that the person in her arms was getting weaker and weaker, and she couldn't bear it. Touching his cheeks was already slightly cool. The pain is so great that I don't want to take it into account. whispered: "Recently, Xiuning's sister has been frail, can you wait for her recovery to say that she is grateful." ”

The whole concubine held the cold cup, lowered her head and smiled bitterly, this cold tea passed to her heart through her fingertips, her heart was also cold, and the tears she endured were wet again, and her eyes were already paste, but the figures of the two people who were leaning on each other were so clear.

The joints of the slender fingers were already white, and the concubine's lips choked lightly: "The concubine can't respond to the queen's mother, I don't understand the reason today, and the concubine's children are difficult to get down peacefully." “

Concubine Quan paused, held back her tears, her eyes were clear, and she looked at Meng Jingshu who was leaning on the man's arms, once I regretted coming to disturb Qingning, she was so quiet, and she had no quarrel with the world, she closed her eyes lightly, covered her thoughts, and opened her mouth again: "I only went to Sister Jiang's Qingning the day before I gave birth and drank a cup of tea made by you, Sister Meng can harm the child in my womb?" “

The concubine gently brushed her lower abdomen, as if the child was still there, and she was obviously happy for me that day, but why......

Concubine Shu was supported by the palace maid, the coldness invaded the body and gradually cooled, the cold to the bones, the day before yesterday thin tea was lush, it was the only good goods left in Qingning, and she was never willing to give it. Choked up and muttered, "Now that you know... Why... Why bother asking me..."

The scene of the past, the portrayal in the brain is difficult to erase, and finally it is a promise for the sister, strangles the fetus in the womb, evens out the breath, thinks about the sister, sacrifices his life to help, and the relationship is also.

“… You... You're nothing to me... But, but you are right to the queen..."Concubine Shu said again.

Concubine Shu closed her eyes and gasped, and the cold light and shadow moved lightly between her fingers, squirming and mottling. The breath seemed to be unstable, and he sobbed in his arms, but he saw tears and was silent. The lips twisted open a few seasons of pear rain, "a cup of tea... One life... The sins committed before the Buddha... Right... I'm sorry..."