In Gyeongbok Palace, He Youzhu sat up half-sat up on the couch, his soul was weak, he was holding the bronze mirror, his wrist trembled slightly, but he saw that his face in the mirror was white and unpolished, haggard, his skin couldn't help his clothes, and his eyes gradually lost his eyes, put down the bronze mirror, and looked at the hall, the jade masonry was still there, but Zhu Yan had changed, and he was afraid that others would see it, so he was locked in this hall all day long, and closed the door to thank the guests.

I didn't expect to be sick at this point, tired, hopeless, flashy, dusty, abandon distracting thoughts, although the sick face is clumsy, but it is a rare time of peace, the wind blows into Xuan, the green silk continues to sweep the forehead, He Youzhu tried his best to call the palace maid to hand over the jade comb, let him hold the mirror in front, slowly raise his hand, comb his hair, unconsciously slip off a few strands of green silk in the palm, hold the hair in the palm of the hand, one hand lightly support, tears and gaze.

When the palace maid saw her like this, her eyes were red, and she persuaded in a soft voice: "Don't ...... master"

He Youzhu shook his head lightly, asked him to take away the bronze mirror, and slowly put the hand holding the green silk on his side, his expression was gloomy, and he slowly turned his eyes to look out of the window, the plum blossoms were no longer as delicate as when they first bloomed, but his pale face was full of joy, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised: "Spring is near." ”

He Youzhu's voice was extremely weak, and he knew in his heart that time was running out. That's it, but it's liberating to let go, but this flower has not been thanked, and I can't bear to let it be lonely, and I can't bear this plum tree like her, being abandoned here, and grieving for a lifetime.

The palace maid looked back at the plum blossom and sighed slightly: "How good it would be if this flowering period was longer, and the master would be happier." ”

He Youzhu was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, the flowers will bloom when they are gone, but they will never come back, and his voice is hoarse. He tried his best to say: "The body of this palace knows that this disease is not going to get better, and there is life and death." ”

Tears rolled down the palace maid's cheeks. knelt on the side of the bed and said: "Don't say that, Niangniang, Niangniang will be fine, if Niangniang is gone, even if this flower blooms well, who else will see it, King Zhennan will enter the palace this year to meet you." I'm looking forward to seeing my mother. ”

He Youzhu's tears have not dried, father, I am afraid that I will not have a chance to see you again in this life. The palace has been safe and sound all these years, and her mission is over, as for the future, I can't guess. I don't dare to guess. What can be done now is to entrust. looked at the palace maid with heavy eyes, and said slowly: "Take that brocade box." ”

The palace maid took the brocade box and gave it to He Youzhu as instructed.

"Open." He Youzhu couldn't help laughing at himself, now he couldn't even use this strength.

Take out the half of the ring pendant inside, with the three words "Tian Qinglang" carved on it, and take out a letter in the brocade box, and put the jade pendant in the envelope.

The palace maid brought a pen and held it vigorously. On the envelope, trembling and writing the words 'Qi Zheng personally opened'. Put down the pen, believe that next to the bed, the whole body has no strength, paralyzed leaning on the bed, looking at the plum blossoms outside the window, the wind blows in gusts, and the flower branches shake violently.

The palace maid opened the incense burner and looked at it, and said, "Niangniang, the incense is almost burned, and the slave maid will go and fetch some more." ”

He Youzhu bowed his head lightly, and continued to look out the window, the wind was sudden, shaking off the plum blossoms were scattered, the wind suddenly broke a flower branch, the flower branch fell, the heart cherished the flowers, and suddenly anxious, He Youzhu tried his best to sit up, stretched out his hand to hold it, did not wait for the wind to stop, the hand suddenly fell, the incense burner by the couch faintly emitted the last wisp of smoke, and the incense has been burned......

In Jingyi Palace, Fu Qizheng was standing in front of the palace gate, and suddenly a gust of wind came: "It's a good day, why did such a strong wind suddenly blow." ”

Then there was the sound of a broken porcelain vase behind him.

"Oops, Nan Shizi is so naughty." The mist rushed.

Fu Qizheng turned around and looked, it turned out that He Yinan had broken the plum vase, the flower branches were scattered, and the palace maids hurriedly stepped forward to clean up.

Fu Qizheng walked to the hall, hugged He Yinan, looked at his little face and said, "What's wrong with Yinan today, how sullen he looks." ”

"Nan Shizi probably knows that he is in trouble, so he is embarrassed." Mist laughed.

Fu Qizheng smiled: "Do you miss your aunt?" When my aunt recovers, I will come to pick up Xiaonan back. ”

He Yinan was lying on Fu Qizheng's shoulder, looking listless. Fu Qizheng walked around the hall with his arms, and after a while, he heard hurried footsteps outside.

"Mother." Nian Jin'an came in from outside the door, looking panicked.

Fu Qizheng looked at Nian Jin'an in confusion: "What happened, why did my aunt rush like this?" ”

Nian Jin'an showed a sad look on his face, and said slowly: "Concubine Xian Niangniang...... Concubine Xian died......"

"Impossible! Auntie, don't talk nonsense. Fu Qizheng was terrified and said sharply.

He Yinan, who was in his arms, suddenly cried. Seeing Nian Jin'an's sad expression, Fu Qizheng had to believe it, staggered back two steps, and fortunately they were supported by the mist. Fu Qizheng slowly put down He Yinan, looked at Nian Jinan, was at a loss, and said in a daze: "When did it happen?" ”

"Just now." Nian Jin'an knelt down with the maids in the hall and kowtowed, "Niangniang's Day mourns." ”

Fu Qizheng walked to the door, looked at the sky, and choked: "Youzhu." ”

When they went to Gyeongbokgung Palace, the minions knelt outside the main hall of Gyeongbokgung Palace and cried loudly: "Concubine Xian Niangniang......"

Fu Qizheng was desperate, and stepped up the steps in a daze, walked into the hall, and pushed open the door of the dormitory.

"Yutake." Fu Qizheng called softly.

After waiting for a long time, but there was no response, Fu Qizheng looked wooden, approached step by step, the person lying on the bed seemed to be only sleeping, his face was like snow, thin and unbearable, Fu Qizheng regretted for a while, why, why she became like this, she didn't know at all.

The palace maid who was guarding the bedside stepped aside, knelt down to offer the brocade box, and sobbed: "Guifei Niangniang, this is what the master left to Niangniang." ”

Fu Qizheng trembled and stretched out his hand to take it, opened the box and saw the words on the envelope, tears filled his eyes, took out the letterhead, his eyes wandered between the lines of familiar handwriting, and his heart was like a knife.

"Today's death, or for relief, but the child's loneliness, only this fetters, only to entrust it to friends, this to go to peace of mind. Another letter from the family, hoping to transfer it to the father, but the military heart of Annan County. This half of the ring wears the letter and goes together, returning to the owner, the sky is clear, the bamboo shadow is scarce, but this life is different. After entering Zihua, if you want to be indifferent for a lifetime, it is difficult to escape the deceit, although you sink into strife, you are fortunate to know yourself, and you will not live up to this life. Qi Zheng, in the next life, continue the fate of best friends, don't read - Youzhu. ”

After reading the letter silently, Fu Qizheng was already in tears, crying silently. Before leaving the dormitory, I saw the plum blossom in a blink of an eye, the branches were broken and the flowers fell, and they were scattered and scattered.

Fu Qizheng stood in front of the spiritual seat for a long time, there was a cry in the hall, the concubines came to mourn, Fu Qizheng looked at Chen Xiying, her eyes were like torches, Concubine Shu had to get rid of it, she couldn't wait for a moment!

Wen Yue and other concubines below the rank bowed in front of the spiritual seat, Qin Ronghua and Zhou Yang, the two girls, all remembered He Youzhu's care in the past, wiping their tears, somewhat sad. But Fu Qizheng saw Wen Yue's calm and casual appearance in a blink of an eye, and suddenly felt extremely cold, and walked out of Gyeongbokgung Palace without saying a word. (To be continued.) )