That night, bad news came from Yuhua Pavilion, Concubine Chen Defei committed suicide by taking poison and died.

On a rainy night, the mourning bell rang for a long time, and the six palaces mourned.

After Concubine Chen Defei's death, Yuhua Pavilion was closed, and the thick dust that was all over the body could be felt between breathing and breathing, and the air was also soaked with a rotten smell. The palace lights are bleak, the plain white curtain is shaking, and the inner garden, which was elegant and beautiful like a fairyland in the past, is now bleak and bleak.

The rain outside the courtyard is still pouring down, the leaves on the trees can't withstand the torture of the rain, and they fall to the ground. In the distance, a dull bell sounded faintly outside the temple, and a strange smell of dust flew away in the wind. In the dirtiest, bloodiest place in the world, it has a spooky smell.

Jin Wa bit his lower lip tightly, and the lip had been torn to the point that there was a trace of blood, soaked in red, and gradually he didn't feel pain.

Chen Guanguan, the woman who is as beautiful as a light ink painting, is like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world. Although she is already in the age of the weak crown, there is a natural childishness in her behavior, childlike innocence and dependence, but it is not pretentious, so that people can't help but feel pity when they see it, and they take what they want from her.

No matter how strong the harem concubines are, how domineering the queen is. She has never quarreled with the world, nor is she pampered and proud, as if everything in this world has nothing to do with her, just playing the piano and singing all day long, or studying ink and painting, such a life is simple and poor, but the mind and body are calm, so that she enjoys it.

She has always been frail and sickly, but she never complains and laments. Even when he was sick in bed, he always made up neatly, and he didn't show half of his haggard and embarrassed look until he died...... With only a faint smile, he fell asleep.

Her beauty is not as graceful and aggressive as the queen; is not as gentle and charming as Yang Shufei; She is like a clear and clear liquid, so clear, like a mirror; is so elegant and fairy, like a saint. Even if she smiled, she was also so light and spotless, such a temperament permeated every inch of her body, and then emanated from every pore, so that everyone around her could feel it. Now, this woman who was as light as smoke and as light as water disappeared in an instant like an epiphany in the depths of his soul.

She never blindly catered to him and flattered him, but tried her best to help and encourage him, in his heart she was not only his concubine, but also his confidant.

What really moved him was not only her beauty, but her intelligence, her understanding, and her delicate heart. He liked to go down to the court, go to her palace, and light a faint benzoin from the incense burner, so that he could relax his whole body to the limit. Chatting with her, listening to her witty words, talking about the past, playing chess to relieve boredom, her chess skills are excellent, and she almost wins a few games every time he sweats profusely; Sometimes, he didn't say anything, he lay there quietly and listened to her play the piano, in her elegant piano sound, the troubles of the government, the chaos of the world, it slowly receded, for a time the heart was as calm as water, the next day to the court, the problem was solved.

When there are too many recitals in the court and he is upset, he will put aside the recitals that he is not in a hurry or do not need to review at all, and he will sometimes hastily turn them over and put them aside, at which time she will gently advise: "Although the emperor's review of the recitals is a law, Anzhi does not need to be publicized due to different periods, or there are other reasons that should be understood?" How can the emperor ignore that the great cause given to the emperor by his ancestors is very important, even if he is physically tired, I am afraid that he should not do it hastily. She was probably the only one in the palace who spoke to him without distinction of humility, and he needed such heartfelt, truest words. He will listen to persuasion and abide by diligence.

In her palace, neither like the grandeur of the queen, nor the lively and cheesy of other concubines, there is always a faint fragrance of flowers in her room, and there is a lingering rosemary. It's so elegant that you don't feel the thought that goes into it. Here he felt the warmth of home and the comfort from his heart. If he doesn't get to Yuhua Pavilion for a day, he will be upset and uneasy for a moment.

It was as if she was embracing him gently and quietly like a gust of wind, caressing him, stirring him, waking him up, and freeing him from the locked door of his heart.

Gently picked up the green jade box on the dresser, rubbing the small copper mirror in the box. The bronze mirror is carved into a cloud dragon frame with Xiu jade, it is very exquisite, the copper is in the middle, it is like a floating cloud holding a round of full moon, the brilliance is dazzling, the back is carved by the dragon, it is very exquisite. I looked at it in amazement. Scenes of the past emerge in front of me.

……

She said softly: "Your Majesty, don't make trouble, look at the new hairstyle of the concubine's body, and cause people to have to re-dress again-" She glanced at him coquettishly: "Just punish the emperor for holding a mirror for the concubine and watch the concubine make up." ”

He smiled softly: "Okay, well, serve the dressing table, such a fragrant punishment, I can't ask for it." ”

His rare laughter came from the dresser, which was extremely warm.

……

"The emperor is playing tricks, and a little woman is so calculating, if the emperor doesn't return this move, the concubines won't accompany the emperor......" his hearty laughter came from the room.

"Okay, okay, if I don't take this step, then I will take this step, how about it?"

"Your Majesty's ......" delicate voice echoed lightly in the room.

For a while, the room was full of her petite shadows, which dazzled him, but her soft voice still lingered clearly in his ears......

Jin Wa sat alone on the Taishi chair where she used to teach her to paint, and wept silently, tears slid down her face and into her neck, wetting a large area of her neckline......

The tightly clasped hands, the nails had been deeply pinched into his palms, and even the sharp pain could not shake away the bitterness in his heart......

In this deep palace wall full of conspiracy designs, intrigues, and bloody rain, he is very tired, and he is forced to smile all the time, and he finally understands that the height is unbearable. But only her, only she has ever understood him, but now, he can't even protect her.

On the case, in a gilded triangular furnace, green smoke as thin as a gossamer floated out of the furnace, rising curlingly, lingering in the hall, stagnant and unwilling to disperse. It was as if the three souls and seven spirits of the deceased who had died violently refused to rise beyond the Three Realms with the green smoke, and hesitated in the sky above the palace pavilion, unwilling to leave for a long time.

"Your Majesty ......" a trembling hoarse female voice woke up the Jin Wa in his memory.

"You are?" Looking at the Tsing Yi Palace people dressed as beautiful maids in front of them, they couldn't name them for a while.

"Slave Bizhu, the personal maid in front of the mother. The slave maid will come to Yuhua Pavilion every night to pay tribute to the mother, and the mother is the most painful in front of the mother...... But now it has turned into a wisp of light smoke and returned. The slave sometimes wonders, why is there always a thin life? ......" the little girl choked up, and she couldn't stop crying before she finished speaking.

Her humility and generosity are known to everyone among the slaves and maids in the harem. Treat the family members of the palace and the family equally. Even when the palace maids and eunuchs caused the anger of the ladies and concubines, she would come forward to intercede for these slaves.

"Don't move anything in the temple, as always!" Jin Wa wiped the eyeballs from the corners of his eyes and said slowly.

"The slave obeys."

The rain outside the hall gradually became dense, and the dense raindrops kept knocking on the dripping eaves, a sound, wisps, endlessly.

Jin Wa stood in the heavy rain in a daze, motionless, looking at the depression in front of him.

Outside the courtyard, the rain was pouring down, and countless water bubbles fell on the ground, like boiling water in a pot. Even if Xiao Dezi was holding an umbrella, the hem of his clothes was mostly wet, and the delicate gilded glazed palace lamp in Xiao Dezi's hand emitted a hazy halo of light in the black rainy night, illuminating the torrential rain like an arrow, falling on the ground in vain. Under the faint candle flame, the handsome face was already blue and purple from the cold, and the complexion was very bad. The rain kept flowing down his face, and he didn't realize it, just looked at it infatuatedly, deeply remembering the delicate figure.

The lights are dim, the look on Jin Wa's face is also unpredictable, it is dark and dreary on all sides, only the sound of wind and rain is heard, the rain has been flowing down his cheeks, and the wind carries the raindrops on his body and hurts slightly.

Seeing this, Xiao Dezi hurriedly trembled and said: "Your Majesty, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the weather is as cold as bones, so the emperor should drive back to the Haoling Hall first." The emperor is a body of ten thousand gold, how can he suffer such a cold. ”

The king's expression was cold, looking at the dark night with wind and rain, and his face was covered with rain. After a long time, the meaning of the words was desolate: "I am the emperor, the true dragon son of heaven, rich all over the world, and all the people are submitted." But why can't I keep her, why? ”

Xiao Dezi stepped forward and grabbed his arm: "Concubine De Niangniang is blessed, the emperor serves her so sincerely, Niangniang will be blind." Don't be too sad, Your Majesty. ”

Jin Wa struggled hard, with great strength, and almost threw Xiao Dezi to a stumble. Raising his cheeks, he let the heavy rain pour on his face, and the rain trickled down his jaw and dripped onto his already soaked Ming Huang Dragon robe. His voice was soaked in wind and rain with a cold chill: "It's okay! I will pay it back, and whatever they have taken away, I will take it back the same. ”

On his grim face like a knife and axe, his bloodshot eyes revealed an icy look, turning all the deepest pain into hatred, and he burst out one by one.

The sky is crying, I don't know if it's his or hers. That sorrow, that melancholy.

Time passed by him like this, but he didn't know it......

I don't know when the rain stopped, the bamboo curtains squeaked in the wind, swayed wantonly, and the crows on the plane trees wailed, howling like ghosts, sharp and long, like weeping. Like a ghost, he shuttles through the dark night sky, and he is reluctant to leave for a long time.

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