The emperor felt the stiffness of her body, the bitterness in her heart was like a flood that had invaded everything, and the fragrance on her body was like a big net, which could no longer be torn apart, and the emperor carefully let go of his hand, with apologies: "If you are tired, just rest, I will check these things carefully." ”

The imperial concubine sighed slightly: "The concubine understands the emperor's heart, this matter is very involved, and it is not very difficult to find out, but if the emperor is involved in any person, I am afraid that he will never be able to do it." ”

Hearing the sadness in her words, the emperor asked, "You say, is it the queen?" No way, the queen is still sick. ”

The imperial concubine didn't answer, and asked, "What does the emperor think?" The incident was caused by the concubine and the emperor's banquet, but it was very unfortunate, and the emperor gave the concubine a lot of surprises that day. ”

The sarcasm in the eyes of the imperial concubine stung the emperor's eyes, and the emperor frowned: "You mean Xin Wanrong?" The imperial concubine didn't answer immediately, but the emperor had an idea.

When the emperor walked out of the Chengguang Palace, it was already getting late, and the dark and heavy clouds pressed on his heart, and he couldn't breathe.

The floods in the south of the Yangtze River have not been eliminated, and the capital seems to be unstable.

The emperor thought of the patriotic proton, and it seemed that he had a bigger secret in him.

Behind him, Gonggong Lu asked, "Is the emperor going back to Tongtai Palace?" ”

Deferential and gentle.

The emperor smiled leisurely: "I feel that the imperial concubine is much closer to me today than before. ”

Gonggong Lu smiled with his eyebrows: "The imperial concubine still has the emperor in her heart." ”

The emperor raised his eyebrows: "I haven't felt this way for a long time, and the imperial concubine used to get along with me." I'm just used to her being around, and she's been grounded for so long, and my heart is tormented. ”

Gonggong Lu said slowly: "Now the queen has lifted the ban. Does the emperor have any plans? ”

As if he was used to it, the emperor nodded: "Let's talk about it tomorrow, the queen may have slept." These **** instructed to draw the heart and check the details of the prince of the country. ”

Gonggong Lu nodded: "The slave understands." ”

Kunning Palace, cold and leisurely, just like her favorite style.

Leng Shan.

When did she slowly get farther and farther away from herself at that time? It's like a habit. The queen stayed quietly in her inner chamber, an ornament in this room. Every furnishing has its own familiar feeling, but it does not have the sense of steadiness that you want.

The pinnacle of power is roughly the same as this, after a country.

She still vividly remembered that he had raised his hand so high. Under the watchful eye of Wanchen. Although he knew that it was not from his heart, he would still be grateful for his warmth at that moment.

Although she was disgusted.

"Master, Gonggong Lu has sent a message, and the emperor may come over tomorrow." Aunt Ning came over to report. There was a deep worry in his eyes.

The queen knew what she wanted to say. If the emperor determined that what she did was based on the character of the emperor earlier, he would definitely not be relentless. I guess I found something, and I want to go to the main palace to verify it.

A smile bloomed on the queen's lips, but it was deeply cold, just like her name.

Leng Shan.

Perhaps, I don't know who made a poem for himself that year, praising his beauty, and he still remembers such a sentence: hands are like soft wattles. The skin is like clotted fat, and the collar is like a grub. The teeth are like rhinoceros, the head of the mantis is eyebrows, the smile is smiling, and the eyes are beautiful.

The queen stroked her face, it turned out that this palace still relied on a young and beautiful face.

Thinking of Anmeiren, she hated her face very much, but it was exactly the same as the woman who destroyed her clan. Maybe An Meiren felt her disgust, so every time she saw herself, she secretly wrapped it in a black cloth to prevent herself from seeing her face clearly.

Maybe it was Aunt Ning's idea.

It's hard for her to think about the palace for so many years, but it's a pity that she is a slave.

She automatically ignored the panic and fear in her heart.

In the same Tai Palace, the emperor stood in front of the portrait of the Empress Dowager Xianling, his slender figure was as tall as a pine, and his eyes could not hide his worries and discomfort.

Looking at this familiar face, the same face of An Meiren flashed in front of his eyes, and for some reason, he always believed that it was because God saw that he was too pitiful after losing the virtuous mother, so he made the virtuous queen reincarnate. As for why she appeared in the draft, he didn't want to think about it anymore.

He can spoil Xinwanrong, he can pamper Wanrong, but he still doesn't dare to spoil An Meiren.

It has been fourteen years since the Empress Xian Ling, and An Mei is also exactly thirteen years old, and with that tear mole, it is exactly the same. Why does the heavens torture themselves so much.

But when I think about An Meiren's life experience, the Marquis of Huaiyin is tyrannical and impermanent, beating his concubines, and the backyard is also unstable, and the emperor wants to protect An Meiren well. After all, if it is a concubine, according to what the Marquis of Huaiyin did, there will definitely be no good results.

It's different in the palace, brocade clothes and jade food, as long as it's not close to the center of power, it's still good.

The emperor leaned his fist heavily on his warm forehead, as if he had made up his mind.

suddenly remembered Ah Xuan, but he didn't know how to face her.

Pick up a pen and write down

When a kind of beauty, it is so beautiful that people are at a loss, and they have to dance with their hands and feet; When a kind of blandness is so light that people can't taste it, they have to sigh and regret it, praise it, and appreciate it. You are willing to be indifferent, happy to be plain, self-satisfied with the plain, only willing to turn into a butterfly in a dream and be free, only willing to float in the world with the hovering Peng, do not want to be tired of state affairs, do not want to be tied to the world, you are like the sweet and fragrant mineral water, give people a desperate situation, give people peace and far-reaching, give people a transcendent foreign object, I want to touch your clothes, but in the fingertips to touch the clear and clear, cool and soft spring water, it is such a taste.

Thinking of the past, prosperous competition. You are still wandering freely in the world, and you can understand the infinity of nature. The world is just your subjective product, and even if you understand the joy of river fish, the joy of butterfly dance, and the burden of the praying mantis, swaying away, shuttling through the quagmire, why care about the power struggle, who has to bear the weight that life cannot bear. In the midst of the mist, the bright moon can be seen, and you watch the bright moon alone in the breeze and night, so that the white moon will not be lost when people sit back and relax-- only flash your plain heart to chase after you. The world laughs at you for being crazy, but your indifferent eyes are speechless, and you suddenly realize that your faint spring-like philosophy is so profound, but you have already drifted away. There is only a glimpse of you, but I have a glimpse of a bland and far-reaching attitude towards the world, light, light, never dominated by all things, I am alone in the turbidity, the cicada sheds and drags down, only willing to hold the bright moon and end. A piece of tobacco by the river, a piece of vegetarian. Teach me how to follow your steps, the essence of that beauty to the point of being at a loss; Teach me how to touch the hem of your garment, that plain and detached attitude.

Writing this, but there are already tears in my eyes, full of you, me, but there is a bit of absurdity.

It's late at night, with whom does this dream be spent? If Ah Xuan is like me, looking at the full moon in the sky, thinking about the person buried in his heart? (To be continued.) )