When the news of Zhang Jieyu's death came out, King Huaiyang hurried back to the palace. www.biquge.info However, all he saw was a silent and sad mourning hall. The white flowers bloomed coldly in every corner, and the miserable white light spread out like a thin white mist. A cold wind swirled around the mourning hall, blowing white silk cloth slowly. The picture as white as frost also reflected Liu Qin's face miserably, and he took Zhiran in, his feet trembling so much that he didn't know how to walk.

"Your Royal Highness the King of Huaiyang, you can come back! I've been waiting for you for a long time. Jinyun's eyes were red from crying, and he hurriedly greeted him.

Liu Qin was furious when he heard this, and pulled out the sword he was wearing. The cold sword was like frost, and the light swept across Jinyun's cheeks, and it was cold. Liu Qin glared at her with eyes and asked, "The mother concubine is seriously ill, why didn't you tell me earlier?" ”

"The slave maid has always said it, but His Royal Highness the King of Huaiyang, you don't believe it, and you don't want to see the slave maid......" The frightened Jinyun cried very sadly, but he still answered truthfully.

"Ahh His forehead was wrinkled, his face was like frost, and at this moment, how much he hated himself.

When the emperor heard this, he hurriedly came out of the inner room and scolded him: "You unfilial son, who will you show like this at this time?" Where were you when your mother was seriously ill and wanted to see you? ”

"Mother!" Liu Qin was so grief-stricken that he fell to his knees with a "swoop", his sadness, his guilt, and his heavy appearance in the white light.

"You give me a good reflection in front of your mother's spirit!" The emperor's face was full of anger, he propped himself up, and shook his sleeves violently to leave, leaving the frightened palace people looking at each other.

Liu Qin, the king of Huaiyang, had tears rolling in his eyes, but he had been holding back and refusing to shed them. He was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help but shout sadly: "Mother, the son-in-law is not filial, the son-in-law is late, the son-in-law is late, ......"

"It's all the son's fault, the son's minister shouldn't be angry with you, shouldn't be annoyed with you......" He confessed vigorously, and his sad face was already like ashes.

It was getting late, but the dark sky saw only a broken bright moon. It was curved, like a sharp and dazzling sickle, and it recklessly cut deep marks on Liu Qin's heart.

The mother is gone, and this time she is really gone. His eyes were down, and his heart was unusually uncomfortable.

Zhi Ran, who was standing on the side, had already burst into tears, she squatted down quietly, and said in a choked voice: "Your Highness, I'm sorry, if it weren't for me, the concubine wouldn't have ......."

"It's none of your business!" Liu Qin looked tired, but he tried his best to veto, he would only blame himself for the death of his mother. After a pause, he glanced at her, "The night is too cold, you go back to the room to rest first, I want to be alone with my mother for a while." ”

"But you ......" Zhiran was sad and wanted to be by his side.

Liu Qin didn't look up, his face was still condensed, and he whispered, "Go back!" I'm fine. ”

Zhi Ran quietly retreated, and after closing the door, she clearly heard Liu Qin's whimper. The voice rolled with unspeakable pain, like a cathartic river, violently chilling people's hearts.

Zhiran also cried loudly, she trembled on the empty stone road, and the night breeze was slightly cool and biting, making her more and more sad. And this time, Zhiran is really sad for Zhang Jieyu, although Zhang Jieyu is ruthless, but she has the maternal love that all mothers in the world have. Suddenly, Zhiran regretted that if she could do it all over again, she would never tell Liu Qin the truth. So, won't Zhang Jieyu die? Won't Liu Qin be sad?

Zhiran is really afraid of seeing people die.

The oncoming figure had some clear gentleness, and the moonlight reflected on her simple and elegant long skirt, which was also bleak.

"Sister Zhengjun, why do people die? Why......" Zhiran cried and fainted in Wang Zhengjun's arms.

The bitter and salty taste flowed between her lips and teeth, Wang Zhengjun bit it hard, but found that it was tears that fell out of nowhere, and she choked up, and her heart twitched violently. Zhang Jieyu has fought all her life, calculated for a lifetime, but she still can't count her fate, she died in regret and expectation, and in the end she couldn't even see her own son.

The frosty moonlight reflected Wang Zhengjun's white face, quiet and sad, and the crystal tears flowing from the corners of her eyes also shone with a cold shimmer, slowly blowing away in the wind. She felt a chill in her heart, will the women in the palace be like this in the end? And in a few years, who will be at her bedside to see her die?

I don't know when the moonlight in the Luanfeng Hall started, and it was as cold as the Yilan Palace. Wang Zhengjun dragged a long palace dress along the red embroidered carpet to enter, and the vast palace was already quiet at this time. As she was walking towards the inner hall, Liu Biao suddenly pounced tremblingly, and her two immature little hands also tightly grasped the placket of her clothes, and shouted happily: "The concubine is back!" The concubine is back! ”

"Is Fu'er waiting for her mother?" Wang Zhengjun smiled faintly and stroked Liu Biao's face lovingly.

"Hmm." Liu Biao nodded obediently, with a childish smile on the corner of his mouth, "Biao'er wants her mother to tell a story." Sister Yazhu said that the mother concubine would tell a lot of stories. ”

"Okay, the mother will tell the story to Fu'er. Shall you lie down in bed first? Wang Zhengjun looked at Liu Biao and smiled, how good it is to never be sad in the world of children. She really wished that Xiao'er would live so happily ever after. But is it possible? In the future, he will also face a struggle for the throne.

Liu Biao was very obedient, took Wang Zhengjun's hand and obediently walked to the bed. Wang Zhengjun smiled and carried him to the bed, and he himself quickly got into the bed. Wang Zhengjun covered the quilt for him, but his eyes were round and round, blinking and blinking, as if with an excited smile: "Mother, speak quickly, Fu'er will listen well." ”

Wang Zhengjun gently patted Liu Biao's body, telling stories to coax him to sleep, he also listened to it like a student, and after half a ring, he looked at Wang Zhengjun very seriously and said: "Mother, Fu'er will be well-behaved in the future, and she will listen to her mother's words very much." ”

"The mother concubine knows that Fu'er is very well-behaved. As for Fu'er, she has always been the most obedient child in her mother's heart. Wang Zhengjun gently pinched Liu Biao's chubby face, looked at him lovingly and smiled. Liu Biao listened carefully, squinted his eyes and secretly had fun, and after a long time, he finally fell asleep quietly in the misty soft light.

At this time, the Qiansha Palace lamp in front of the palace has gradually ignited, illuminating this glorious palace as cold as the Moon Palace. Wang Zhengjun was tired, and quietly walked to the dressing table and sat down. In the mirror, he has creamy skin, dark willow eyebrows, and burning eyes, but he is inadvertently a little haggard.

The white waddling sleeves brushed her cheeks from behind Wang Zhengjun, a pair of powerful arms hugged her tightly, and a voice whispered in her ear: "It's so late, why haven't you rested?" ”

"Isn't Your Highness too?" Wang Zhengjun combed his hair, lowered his eyes and spoke softly. She lowered her head and glanced quietly, and Liu Zheng, who was standing bent over in the mirror, was as gentle as ever, but his face also showed sadness.

Liu Zheng's eyes dimmed, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm sad for King Huaiyang." He has been open-minded since he was a child, and he has always been a gentle character, and I have never seen him so sad as he is today. ”

"Now that he is the mother who gave birth to him and raised him, no matter how strong he is, he will still cry." Wang Zhengjun put down the comb, and his eyes were sparse. Yes, it was the first time she saw King Huaiyang like this, so sad, so regretful. At this moment, whose heart is good? Even though I had unhappiness with Zhang Jieyu before, hasn't it disappeared now?

"Yes, after all, flesh and blood, mother and son have a deep relationship." Liu Zheng said emotionally, and his expression suddenly dimmed, "When my mother died, I was only four years old. I didn't have any memory at that time, just crying vigorously. I only know that I will never see my mother again, and I will be alone from now on. ”

Wang Zhengjun listened quietly in Liu Zheng's arms, and could even feel that the tears that fell on his face were warm. She took his hand and gently soothed, "Your Highness, although your queen mother has left you, the queen has always been by your side." Her kindness to you will never be lost to any mother. And His Royal Highness has never been alone, because His Royal Highness has concubines, concubines, and Fu Liangdi and Pingdu. ”

"Yes, I have you." Liu Zheng's eyes suddenly became brighter, and a faint smile slowly rippled at the corners of his mouth like a clear breeze, he walked around to Wang Zhengjun, picked up a wooden comb and whispered, "Come, I'll comb your hair." ”

Liu Zheng's hands play the piano all year round, and his fingers are very slender, and he brushes Wang Zhengjun's hair, with a slight heat on his fingertips. Her hair slowly coiled down in his hand, like pouring silk, as bright as silk.

Vaguely, Liu Zheng asked her as if she was making trouble: "Is Princess Huaiyang okay?" I heard that she cried so much that she fainted tonight. ”

"It's nothing, the concubine has announced that the imperial doctor has gone over to see it. It's time to fall asleep. Wang Zhengjun is like a gentle wife, with a touch of tenderness in her words. At this time, he is only a husband, and she is only a wife.

"That's good." Liu Zhengjun stood up and took her into his arms, "You know? The last thing I want is for you to be sad. That way, I'll feel like I'm ......"

"Your Highness!" Wang Zhengjun blocked Liu Zheng's mouth with his fingers, and only leaned lightly in his arms, "As long as His Royal Highness is happy, the concubine will not be sad." Your Highness doesn't need to feel indebted to her concubines. ”