Her blue blue could no longer open her eyes to look at her, and she could no longer open her mouth and call her quietly:

Mother, master, even if she loves and hates, Miss can't hear it, no more!

She's blue and gone......

"Blue!"

A heart-rending cry passed through the temple door and reached the ears of those outside.

The emperor and empress, who were helpless and anxious, didn't care about the queen mother's orders, and the emperor kicked open the palace door and rushed in.

And he saw his mother, who seemed to be lying silently on the bed.

"Queen Mother!"

"Queen Mother!"

"The Queen Mother!"

The emperor, empress, and many palace people shouted back and forth, but Zheng Ruoyi couldn't hear it.

When she was about to be taken out of the side hall, she miraculously woke up again, biting the tip of her tongue hard, and the pain was not felt, but she barely recovered her will.

Pushing away the people who came up and holding back the dizziness in front of her, Zheng Ruoyi tried to stand up.

She wants, she wants to insist on sending Qinglan away, and she wants to accompany her on this last journey.

They used to be together day and night, but they still missed too much.

Now that Qinglan is the last departure in the world, she must not miss it again.

Zheng Ruoyi looked dead and silent like this, and watched with empty eyes as the palace people carefully put on luxurious shrouds for Qinglan, who closed her eyes and was peaceful.

She was gathered in the coffin and then stopped in front of the mourning hall.

It's just a palace maid in the coffin, and the concubines in the palace, and even the concubines of the first emperor won't care.

But now that the noble Queen Mother is like this, they rush to go.

But the Bizhu beside the Queen Mother sent them away.

"Queen Mother, Aunt Qinglan has already left, how can you let her go with peace of mind."

The emperor said helplessly.

Zheng Ruo stood there fixedly, ignoring it.

She had been standing like this for nearly a day, and both the emperor and the empress had to kneel down and beg her.

No, the Empress was already kneeling, just when the Emperor was about to kneel.

Zheng Ruoyi turned around stiffly and walked straight towards the outside of the mourning hall with his legs.

The emperor didn't care to pull his queen to follow, and the queen was helped up by the palace people and stumbled to follow.

After crossing the threshold of high profundity, Zheng Ruoyi was so mixed that she almost fell, but fortunately, the palace people on the side supported her.

She waved her hand and walked slowly to the main hall, then closed the door to cut off the sight of the crowd.

The Emperor sighed, and waited behind the door with his empress, ready to break down as soon as anything happened.

Zheng Ruoyi, who entered the hall, staggered to his knees, and then took out a small sandalwood box from under the bed.

No one had seen what was in this box, and the others would have been careful to wash it from time to time, but they had never opened it.

At that time, she was not the queen mother, nor was she Yun Guifei's mother, she started with Concubine Zheng and has been until now.

And this is not locked, others can't look at it, and to Qinglan, she only gives a random order.

At that time, he said it with a smile, and there was no meaning of order at all.

She wanted Qinglan to open it to see what was inside, but her Qinglan was so well-behaved, just a random joke, she regarded it as the master's order.

"But Qinglan, I want you to open it, I just... I'm just embarrassed ......."

Tears rolled down Zheng Ruoyi's red and swollen eyes, and she trembled and lifted the lid that had been unlocked and could be easily opened.

Then I saw many picture scrolls inside, as well as purses, handkerchiefs, sachets, and so on.

"I made it all for you, Qinglan, but you can't see it anymore."

She made and painted it all by hand.

In her life, she only did those embroidery jobs for the first emperor and the current majesty, and for your majesty, she did it for him out of helplessness.

And after making it, His Majesty put it on for a few days and forgot about it, and she didn't need to do it again.

Doing it for her son was just a temporary outbreak of maternal love, and then the pain dissipated instantly when she was tired.

She thought very openly, her prince and son would not lack these.

But actually... Her blue and favored Concubine Yun's personal palace maid is not lacking in this, even she will do it herself.

Zheng Ruoyi took out a sachet from it with tears on her cheeks, and embroidered a somewhat asymmetrical "blue blue" on the side.

"I want to give this to you, and then I can call you, Alan, but I don't dare......"

Zheng Ruoyi said hoarsely.

Her fingertips brushed over the hand-embroidered work, each with a story, but none of them were sent out.

She took out another scroll and unfolded it, and when she saw only a little bit of her clothes, she felt as if a sharp knife had slashed through her heart.

It seemed that the knife was a little blunt, intermittent and painful with each blow.

The figure shook suddenly, Zheng Ruoyi stood up evasively, her body was crooked, her hand was soft, the scroll fell, spread on the smooth and flat ground, and the scroll was completely unfolded.

In my previous life, I learned to paint, and I have been painting all my life, and I like to paint, or I will paint others out of helplessness or calculation.

Her painting skills can also be called a master, not to mention that she paints people who are completely deep in her soul.

The people in the picture scroll are lifelike, and now it seems that things are not people.

Zheng Ruoyi knelt down slowly, her eyes were shining with tears, she put away the painting in a panic, and then picked up the wooden box and walked out.

Let's bury them together.

If there is a spirit after death, Qinglan will understand.

Her Ah Lan will definitely understand.

"Little master, Aunt Qinglan, who is most trusted by the Queen Mother, has passed away, and if you go to the Yunyue Hall at this time, I am afraid that it will dislike the Queen Mother."

The little palace maid said crampedly.

And the little lord who was persuaded by her watched her copy a part, and let the rest of the Buddhist scriptures copied by the personal palace maid, hold them tightly in the palm of his hand, gritted his teeth and said:

"You know what? The Queen Mother lost her personal palace maid, and she was a confidant who accompanied her all her life, and she was the most sad at this time.

At this time, I dedicated this Buddhist scripture, which will definitely make her look at me differently and move my heart! ”

The little palace maid still felt that it was inappropriate, and the master who entered the palace was not a human spirit, but no one dared to approach it at this time.

It was a pity to express the grief before, the concubines who were quite dignified on weekdays were driven out by the Queen Mother, not to mention them.

Seeing the disapproval of his palace maid, the little lord who had not been in the palace for a long time raised his head proudly.

"You know, I don't have the same relationship with those people!

This little lord is the eldest lady of the Baron Zhongyong's mansion, and the relationship between the current queen mother and the niece and aunt!

Even cousins with His Majesty!

This little master is not the same as those people, those concubines who are proud of their good family backgrounds and look down on people!

They don't want to think about it, Your Majesty is my cousin, can my identity be ordinary! ”

But the Queen Mother has not been in contact with her maiden family for decades, and now no one in the Daqian Dynasty knows.

The little palace maid thought like this, but she didn't dare to say more, so she could only follow one head and two big ones together.

Hearing the intention, the little palace maid reported it to Bizhu.

Bizhu was a little hesitant, others naturally directly blocked the matter, but this had something to do with the Queen Mother's mother's family.

Although I know that the relationship is not very good.

But after all, this has some blood with the Queen Mother, and Bizhu, as a slave, did not dare to make decisions on her own, so she hesitated to enter the palace and tell the Queen Mother.

Zheng Ruoyi sat quietly by the window, hearing Bizhu's voice, she was like a mud tire wood carving.

After a long time, she blinked, stood up without saying a word, and then saw the little lord who had asked to see her.

"You personally wrote the Buddhist scriptures, and you want to burn them, Qinglan?"

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