When Xia Chuli went to see Zhang Ruolan, he was unexpectedly stopped outside Qinyang Palace by Huanyu, although Huanyu's attitude was quite respectful, there was no smile in his eyes.

In her eyes, Xia Chuli has obviously become a white-eyed wolf, and now that her own mother has become like this, Xia Chuli has not had even the slightest assistance.

After Xia Chuli left, Huanyu entered the house and told Zhang Ruolan that Xia Chuli had left, Zhang Ruolan nodded lightly, "Recently, the palace has been inexplicably tired." ”

"Mother's Day mourning, always crying like this, don't say that the body can't stand it, and your eyes are going to cry." Huanyu comforted on the side.

Zhang Ruolan responded, but obviously didn't take it to heart.

That night, Zhang Ruolan dreamed of Concubine Ruo, when she died, was she as disheartened as she is today and lost all hope?

She doesn't care about anything now, and she doesn't care about anything anymore.

In the future, even if she is asked to go to the cold palace, she will not care.

It's just that what is the point of living a life like this?

Recently, she always dreamed of Situ Qing, and he persuaded herself to live over and over again in her dreams, but when she woke up every morning, Zhang Ruolan felt that now for herself, living was more torturous than dying.

In the darkness, Zhang Ruolan sat up, looking at the moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and a trace of pain appeared in her heart.

The next morning, when Huanyu came in with a basin of water, the basin in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"!" She threw herself down in front of Zhang Ruolan's bed, turned her head and shouted to the maid behind her: "Quick, go and call the imperial doctor!" ”

In an instant, there was chaos in Qinyang Palace, Zhang Ruolan closed her eyes tightly, her face was pale without a trace of blood, and she was already angry.

After the imperial doctor came in a hurry, he finally saved Zhang Ruolan's life, but Zhang Ruolan didn't wake up for a long time, and someone went to tell Zhou Qingwu.

Huanyu pressed the imperial doctor in front of him and asked, "How is our mother?" ”

The imperial doctor looked at Huanyu and shook his head and sighed, "My life is saved, but it's just the damage mechanism of the poison taken by Concubine Lan's mother, and if you want to recuperate, you won't be able to do it for a year and a half." ”

Huanyu breathed a sigh of relief, as long as his life came back.

At noon, Zhang Ruolan finally woke up leisurely, she thought she would never open her eyes again, but she didn't expect to live in this world.

And Zhou Qingwu, who he hadn't seen for a long time, was sitting on the edge of his bed at the moment.

"Awake?" Zhou Qingwu glanced at Zhang Ruolan, there was no trace of blood on her face, and her originally weak face was even more pitiful at the moment.

Zhang Ruolan weakly called Zhou Qingwu, "Your Majesty." ”

In the past two years, Zhou Qingwu has not treated her badly, even if she made a mistake, she has always turned a blind eye and never punished her.

Looking back now, it was really easy for Zhang Ruolan to go all the way to Concubine Lan's position.

"I heard you're sick, so I've come to see you." As soon as Zhou Qingwu's words came out, Zhang Ruolan was slightly surprised.

What did Zhou Qingwu say, Zhou Qingwu said she was sick?

Seeing the look of shock in her eyes, Zhou Qingwu raised a smile on the corner of her mouth and said: "Presumably, Concubine Ai has been extremely tired of dealing with trivial matters in the palace by herself recently, so let's rest during this time!" ”

Zhou Qingwu's implication is already very obvious here, he is telling Zhang Ruolan that the news of her suicide was suppressed by him.

In and outside the palace, it will only be rumored that Zhang Ruolan has fallen ill from hard work, and no one will tell the truth about this matter.

A layer of mist appeared in Zhang Ruolan's eyes, she looked at Zhou Qingwu weakly and said, "Your Majesty, why?" ”

Zhou Qingwuping retreated from the people in the room, reached out and touched her hair, and said to her: "I once said that as long as I am still here, you will always be my beloved concubine." ”

Speaking of this, Zhou Qingwu looked at her and said faintly: "No matter what you have done, I will protect you." ”

Now there are not many high-ranking concubines in this palace, and Zhang Ruolan is also very effective in handling the affairs of the six palaces.

A woman who has no desires and no desires naturally has to be better controlled than others.

Zhou Qingwu had already sent someone to check the past of Situ Qing and Zhang Ruolan, although he was angry, but the moment he entered the door, when he saw Zhang Ruolan lying on the bed, he was already half angry.

Maybe he really moved two points of sincerity to Zhang Ruolan, and it was also these two points of sincerity that prompted him to be willing to be a little more tolerant of Zhang Ruolan!

At this moment, Zhang Ruolan felt a little guilty about Zhou Qingwu's two sentences.

At this time, Zhang Ruolan's mind had changed, the person who sent Zhang Ruolan into the palace was her father, and Zhou Qingwu had never treated her harshly.

Thinking of this, the mist in her eyes turned into tears and slid down her face, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace." ”

Zhou Qingwu held Zhang Ruolan's hand, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a gentle smile and said: "Concubine Ai doesn't need to thank me, as long as Concubine Ai can live well, I will feel comforted." ”

"The concubine thinks that His Majesty will not come to the concubine's Qinyang Palace again." After a while, Zhang Ruolan slowly spit out such a sentence from her mouth.

Zhou Qingwu smiled and said, "How come? Recently, he was dealing with the affairs of the rest of the Qi country, so he couldn't spare time to see Concubine Ai, but he asked Concubine Ai to be more careful. ”

Zhou Qingwu coaxed Zhang Ruolan in Qinyang Palace for a long time this day, and did not leave until night.

On the morning of the second day, he ordered someone to send a lot of things over, and the Qinyang Palace, which had been deserted for many days, became lively again after Zhou Qingwu left.

Zhang Ruolan drank the medicine fed by Huanyu, and hope was finally rekindled in her eyes.

It was just when she took the medicine and wanted to be free from it that she realized that this was how it felt when she died.

All the love-hate entanglements are no longer important, only regret and unwillingness remain.

The regret that she could no longer grow old with Situ Qing, as well as her unwillingness to the past, all came to her heart.

That's when she was, the only thing left, the last bit of consciousness.

Before Zhou Qingwu left, he said a word to her, but it was in her heart.

He said to himself, whether it is love or hate, only if they live, they will exist, and when they die, there is nothing, so why bother?

Oh, yes! Those who hate themselves are dead, so why should they not be well?

Only if she lives, can she remember Situ Qing forever, if she dies, will anyone in this world still remember Situ Qing?

When she died, there was not even the last person to burn some paper money for Situ!

Thinking of this, Zhang Ruolan, who had lost all her vitality, seemed to be alive again, and the corners of her mouth hooked up with a beautiful smile.