Duanfei Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, slightly hooked the corners of her lips and smiled charmingly, that is, why force yourself to be that kind-hearted person without Huigen, no matter what, you don't have to be restrained in doing things in the future, it's better to let go of some hands and feet, the cold light in her eyes is hard to hide, and you don't have to be afraid of karma without Buddha's fate. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info "What about the queen mother?" But also forgot that Shen Guifei plotted to kill the mother? ”

I miss my own Jiangnan, that dream-like place, there are apricot blossoms, spring rain, stringing into the past days, and my own thoughts, there is also her. We met in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and the days at that time were my life's thoughts.

The queen stretched out her hand to wipe away the warm tears on Concubine Duan's cheeks, and opened a piece of it. "Your Buddha can only survive suffering, but you are blessed, and the Buddha cannot cross you."

The queen's long distant mountain eyebrows condense the long past, and the fainting is in Luo Dai. Holding her hand that was gradually warming, I was relieved that there was no trace of time.

"It's not that you don't report it, the time has not come. Even when you don't report it, why bother yourself with those troubles? ”

The queen didn't want to persuade her to make her will stronger, but it was better than being sick and losing her favor.

"Sister Duanfei, there are some things, you don't have to do it yourself, your body and bones are not good, if you can use it, entrust it to this palace, and this palace will live up to your trust. Treat you well, this palace will help you to be petted, my sister is still young, and she has a good future. ”

The queen held Concubine Duan in her arms, with residual warmth. "Sister Duanfei recuperate quickly, let's go back to Jiangnan again! The main palace thinks about the grass and trees there, and the smoke and clouds of the old days there. ”

The queen is a little obsessed, like a child's pursuit of jelly beans, because there is indescribable sweetness.

The lock street golden beast is cold, the water droplets and copper dragons leak for a long time, and now it is not the king's favor and the right to position, but the warmth that is readily available, my childhood hometown in the south of the Yangtze River, the warmth of the small bridge and flowing water, and the love of the broken bridge in the West Lake are all dreams that I can't go back to in my life

Concubine Duan closed her phoenix eyes lightly, covered the wounds gathered in her eyes, leaned on the thin arms of Yiren, and did not feel thin, but very comfortable, safe, as if she could cover all the wind and waves.

Tears rolled down the cheeks, blurring in the plain white brocade clothes, like the finest ink. The hazy sky was finally about to clear up, and the corners of Concubine Duan's lips slowly expanded, until she smiled at her cheeks, and then said lightly: "Xueyi, I have you now, it's so good......"

The twilight smoke clouds are shrouded in a red evening scene, the years are suddenly late, although the palace is the queen, but after all, it still can't keep the passing of time, I just want to, I can only live in the present. The queen tightened her cloak, trying to keep out the winter cold.

"Sister Duanfei have a good rest, and this palace will come to see you another day. Moyue, take care of your master. ”

The queen stepped on the snow that would melt, without the softness at that time, but let herself dream back to the south of the Yangtze River, the place where the flowers leaned on the stones, the rare sound of horses' hooves, Dada's stepped on my heart, fell into a dream, and broke my heart.

"Xiaohan, this palace is a little tired...... If the palace can't go back to Jiangnan in his lifetime, you must take another look for me, and scatter the ashes of the palace in the rivers, lakes and seas there, okay? ”

The queen leaned on Xiao Han with half of her body, a little tired, she didn't hear Su Yu's reply, but felt her trembling shoulders.

I was silent all the way, knowing that my body had been injured and it was difficult to recover from before. I always said that Concubine Duan had a lot of things in her heart, but who knew that it was difficult to express the mountains of sorrow in her heart.

I've been scared lately, I'm afraid that I'll leave quietly in my sleep, and I still have too much to let go, too much......

One month before Fu Xiu gave birth, Gantang Palace.

After the snow is clear in the east mountain, the silver mountain is surging in the soft red light, and the majestic purple que is in a pale, and gradually and gradually comes to the deep winter.

Fuxiu's lower abdomen is slightly bloated, roughly calculated by the medical order, it is already the birthday of the first day, I can't help but wonder, what a blessed child! Even the days are so picky.

Fu Xiu inadvertently looked at the door of the palace with a warm tent, and the woman was entering, and couldn't help but get up and smile like a flower, "Why are you here, Sister Yurong, are you better?" “

The seal furnace is incense, and the shadow of the tong is thin. The snow is fluttering and the clouds are swinging. Concubine Rong had no sleep all night, thinking about what Concubine Tong said before leaving, she was also an old man in the palace, and what she said might not harm me. But I seem to be stuck in a quagmire and can't afford to climb. In the road he has traveled again and again, he has tried to change himself in vain, trying to become the person with strong wings. But in the end, I lost myself. I thought that Fuxiu and the queen were friends, so it would be good to go and see Fuxiu at this time......

The scratches on the end of Concubine Rong's skirt swept across the snow on the ground, dragging a deep mark. Lifted the curtain and entered the warm Gantang Palace. Before he saluted, he saw Fuxiu smiling like a flower and got up. Concubine Rong hurriedly took two steps and pulled her hand out of Nuan's hand to support her. "Concubine Fu is heavy, why do you need to get up to greet her?"

Concubine Rong helped Fuxiu sit down in the chair and looked at her growing belly. This child must be blessed when she is born, and her mother is such a good person.

"After an autumn, it's much better, I don't want to always nest in the palace, my sister is very stuffy. The day before yesterday, I came out to walk around, but I bumped into a wonderful person. Thinking that you would be closer to her, I came to visit. ”

Wonderful? Could it be that you are not a wonderful person? Could it be that I am not close to you?

Fu Xiu slanted his phoenix eyes, making an unhappy appearance, but he couldn't hold on for a long time and laughed, most of what she said was Concubine Tong, but who could make her speak?

The warm tent covers the cold in spring and winter, the water in the porcelain pot carved with mandarin ducks playing in the water is warm, and the Baoyi in the corner of the carved beam painting building is spitting cold incense. Walking together, sitting down again opposite the host and guest, Fu Xiu's eyes fell on the yellowed scroll that was opened, raised his hand to take it, and said with a smile: "Sister's body is much better, this heart, but it is also as good as this body?" ”

Concubine Rong vaguely remembered that Fu Xiu rarely smiled like this before, and always twisted her eyebrows lightly.

The plum blossom fragrance snow is supported by the wind, and the wilderness is full of Su. The boundless snow dancing silver flowers wrap the vast earth, although it is cold, but it shelters the earth from the wind and rain. Concubine Rong picked up a cup of tea and let the warmth slowly flow into her heart. A shallow smile, indescribably comfortable. After chatting for a few words, my sister felt that she shouldn't live in the palace. Such a woman should have someone who hurts on the tip of her heart. It's a pity that when I entered the palace gate, I saw the state of the world too clearly. According to the concubines, it is not a good thing. “

Concubine Rong pursed her eyebrows lightly, listening to the sound of Fuxiu turning the yellowed pages in the silence, and she was drowsy. "It's worried about my sister, and it's much better now."