The eunuch scolded as he walked, and when he arrived at the bottom of the corridor, a little eunuch came up with a hook, "Father-in-law, don't be angry about this matter, it's just a girl, why do you have to be like him?" Let's go, there are two pots of flower carvings hidden for a long time in the small one, if my father-in-law doesn't dislike it, go up to me and sit there! ”

The two of them walked towards the other side of the palace wall as they spoke.

Soon only the sound of the bamboo leaf Sisuo could be heard in the courtyard.

The maid came out of the house with a wooden basin in her arms, wiped her tears, and walked to the well under the wall to fetch water and wash her clothes.

There was also a slender woman dressed as a young woman who came over with her sleeves and squatted down to wash with the palace maid, the palace maid held her hands and said with a crying voice: "Don't be like this, the master said at the beginning, our young lady of the Lu family, even if she dies, she will have the noble style of the Lu family, how can you touch this kind of rough work?" ”

The young woman pulled out her hand and said lightly: "It's easy to die, but it's hard to live." Now it's like this, what else do you want that faction to do? As he spoke, he scooped water into the basin from the side, picked out the soap with his bare hands, and rubbed it.

The palace maid cried and came to snatch it, but she cried out because she touched the back of her swollen hand like a steamed bun too hard.

Concubine Lu said: "There is also a box of ointment for wounds under the straw mat in the corner, and if you are careful, you can scrape out some medicine base, go and wipe it." ”

The palace maid shook her head and did not move.

Concubine Lu no longer insisted. Persistence also requires capital, and in the current situation, no matter how insistent it is, it seems hypocritical. She rubbed her clothes clumsily but earnestly, put them in the empty basin beside her, and let the maid scoop water into it to rinse. The silent night was made real by the unhurried splashing of water and the grinding of clothes.

But the injured hand is inconvenient after all. No matter how the palace maid gritted her teeth and endured it, she still couldn't help but sit on the edge of the well and gasp. Concubine Lu glanced at her, wiped her hands on her waist, took her hand and said, "I'll take a look." ”

I saw that the entire back of the right hand had been swollen to the size of two hands, and the back of the hand was still scarred, as if it had been whipped.

Concubine Lu had a sorrow on her face. Before they sat down, suddenly a little eunuch came briskly, and when they reached a place three feet away from them, he handed out a small porcelain bottle and said, "Here is a plaster for blood circulation and blood stasis." Rub it on and immediately reduce swelling. Sister take it and use it. With that, he put the bottle down, and immediately turned and disappeared into the night.

The two of them looked at the bottle at their feet in amazement, and did not move for a moment.

They have been wounded countless times, but no one has ever given them medicine. The palace maid was shocked. Said softly: "Do they want to do it?" ”

Concubine Lu picked up the bottle. I looked at it thoughtfully. Then cautiously approached and sniffed, then shook his head: "No." This is an ice muscle cream for external use, which is adulterated with poison. It doesn't have to be dead. She paused for a moment, then added, "If they wanted to, they wouldn't use such an unreliable method." As she spoke, she pulled the plug and fell into her hand.

The palace maid hurriedly snatched it, "The slave maid's hand is injured, the slave maid will use it herself!" ”

After speaking, he poured some milky ointment and smeared it on the back of his hand as if he were dead.

Her hand must be good, if it can't be good, she can't wait for her and Zhao Jun.

Both of them stared at the hand carefully, and the palace maid's eyes lit up slightly: "It's quite cold, it really doesn't hurt that much." ”

Concubine Lu exhaled lightly and lightly picked up the unwashed clothes: "That's good." There was no joy on his face, as if he had forgotten what joy was.

The night grew deeper and deeper in the sound of beating clothes.

Han Ji groaned in the dark shadows covered by the trees on the palace wall.

Concubine Lu returned to the room after washing her clothes, and the palace maid was already able to flexibly open the curtains, and she could bend down to add firewood and boil water on the small stove outside the door.

The room was very dim, and the huge hall was particularly empty because of the lack of exquisite furniture and palace attendants, Concubine Lu hid the remaining ice muscle cream under the seat next to the screen on the left side of the hall, and then walked to the dressing table under the window with one foot padded with bricks, brushed off a few mouse hairs on the table, swept the sideburns in the mirror, picked up the comb grate, and walked to the south long window.

On the Hu bed under the long window, a man with an ink beard sat cross-legged. He sat for an unknown amount of time, and in the dim light it looked like a stone statue.

Concubine Lu knelt beside him and gently combed his washed and half-open hair with a combing grate. As his hair was lifted, his face was clearly revealed, a face that could not be described as rich at all, and from the side, his nose was high, his jaw was sharp, his lips were pursed, and his eyes were deep. Concubine Lu lowered her eyes, stretched her waist and picked up the scissors on the cabinet, moved to the front of him and said, "Your beard has grown again, I'll cut it for you." ”

He remained still, letting her carefully trim under her chin.

Both of them looked very indifferent, like two moving stone statues. But it looks so natural.

Her hair does not have the richness of osmanthus oil, nor the fragrance of rose oil, but the natural scent of soaphorn shells.

Zhao Jun's hand resting on his lap suddenly moved, and he raised his hand slightly to touch her waist.

He remembered that her waist was plump, she was not the kind of slender woman, and he remembered that when he first got married, he was slightly stunned for a moment because she was not as petite and delicate as her name, and even broke her heart because of this. Although he didn't dislike her for being fat, in fact she wasn't fat, she just had the physique of a pampered and noble lady in the true sense.

But right now, the waist in his palms is thinner than he originally imagined. Also thinner than when he stroked her the other day.

He shifted his gaze to her hands, stunned by his movements.

In those years, he lived in the East Palace, and it was these hands who sharpened the ink and inkstone for him, washed the pen and burned incense, at that time they were as white as fat, rich as jade, lined with the red kodan he painted on her, no matter what kind of posture she moved, it was a charming scenery.

But what kind of hands are these hands in front of you? The white is still white, but it has dried up to the bone, and although there are not many calluses, they are clearly visible. She was only twenty-six years old, but now she looked like a thirty-six-year-old woman with a headscarf and coarse cloth clothes.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the clarity in her eyes.

Don't start. He didn't dare look her eyes.

The hand around her waist loosened.

The light in her eyes gradually dimmed. She retrimmed his beard and said, "I want to send Fu Shu away." If she stays, sooner or later she will be ruined by Wu Fu, a dog thief. ”

After a pause, she added, "I want to beg the queen." ”

He didn't speak.

She whispered again, "What do you think?" ”

He looked at her, turned his head suddenly, tore off the pillow behind him, took out a dagger with a shiny cold light, and said, "Leave her." Let her stay with you. Give her this dagger, and if anyone violates her again, let her kill him. ”

His eyes were solemn, decisive, not impulsive.

Concubine Lu was slightly startled, and said for a long time: "You didn't like killing people the most in the past. ”

He stroked her face and said slowly, "It's because I don't like to kill people that I killed so many people." I've already made you lose the entire Lu family, and I can't let you lose even Fu Shu anymore. Let her go and kill Wu Fu, straighten her waist, and don't think about me. ”

Concubine Lu's eyes were red, and her lips were slightly pursed, "But I never blamed you." And Wu Fu is Cheng Yu's person, what if he dies and it affects you? ”

"No, it won't." He withdrew his hand, looked ahead and said, "The situation will not be worse than now." The dagger is mine, and if something happens they will only plant it on me, a madman. Now that the king of Chu is dead and the king of Zheng is banned, the emperor will not have the heart to kill me again at this time. ”

"Now that the King of Chu is dead and King Zheng is banned, who else will the emperor choose to be the crown prince?" Concubine Lu was distracted and asked. "The situation is in chaos like this, I'm afraid the King of Liao will not be at peace, and there is a Prince Lu with 30,000 troops in the south. If there is a fight again because of the struggle for the reserve, I don't know how many people will suffer. ”

"The emperor may still want to protect King Zheng." Zhao Jun said, "After all, King Zheng's foundation has already been established. ”

"But when King Zheng ascends the throne, our fate is only death." Concubine Lu stared at him: "No matter who is on the throne, the fate of the abolished prince can't escape a dead word!" ”

"So what are you afraid of?" He looked out the window, "As long as you're safe, it's worth it for me to die right away." If my death can buy you and your children's freedom and well-being, I don't care if I live in secret. I'm really tired of this palace.

"Think about how many martyrs' lives were lost in order to subvert the previous dynasty, but in the end, the country is still gloomy and miserable, and the court still has not seen the clarity, because of King Chen, many people seem to have a knife hanging on their heads, in order to survive, in order to save their lives, they each create incidents to seek life.

"People who have not experienced the people's feelings will never be able to manage a country, the first emperor's importance to imperial power has been higher than the importance of social affairs, and the emperor has fallen into a more and more passive situation, and he is also to blame. If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't tolerate King Chen, how could they provoke the courtiers to unite more and more closely?

"No matter who is chosen to be the prince, the Zhao family will not be able to sit for long. It's better to start over and let the virtuous people who have learned their lessons live. And I will return to Huangquan in the future, and I will be satisfied to know that you and our children and grandchildren are still living in the world in peace and sound. ”

Concubine Lu's body shook, "How can you think so?" ”

Zhao Jun swept her hair and looked at her: "This is the best arrangement." ”

"No!" Concubine Lu shook her head, "The best arrangement is for you to cheer up and hold up a piece of heaven for us, instead of relying on death in exchange for our peace!" Now that the situation is so chaotic, it is also an opportunity for us, we can seek the help of 'her' and ask the emperor to pardon you together, only you are the most suitable to be the new monarch to succeed!" ”

Zhao Jun looked at her, "It's not that I don't cheer up.

"King Chen is a sharp knife and a stinger in the emperor's heart, as his son, I actually rehabilitated a traitor, how could he forgive me? What he wants is absolute power, and even though he himself has forced himself into the current situation, in his heart, he still thinks that my letter is a challenge to him. (To be continued......)

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