It's late autumn.

It was already dark, and it was time for dinner. Oil lamps were lit in front of the palace gates of each palace, and the palace ladies came and went in the palace, busy serving their respective masters.

The Xianqing Palace, which is located in the southwest corner of the inner courtyard of the palace, is particularly deserted. The autumn wind was bleak, the mottled palace door was tightly closed, and most of the gold paint on the half-buckled gilded knocker had been lost.

With the dim sunset, a group of people slowly walked in the distance, stopping in front of the gate of the Xianqing Palace.

The court woman standing at the front was dressed in a purple full-breasted skirt, with a beautiful appearance, the corners of her eyes slightly raised, and her body was full of luxury. Her right hand caressed the white fox fur's bracer, and the lilac forehead swayed slightly as she raised her head.

The court woman looked at the crooked and dilapidated door plaque on the door of the Xianqing Palace, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and commanded sideways, "Siqin, open the door." ”

The palace maid named Siqin leaned over and blessed, and stepped up the steps to push the palace door open.

As the palace door creaked open, the scene of the outer courtyard of the Xianqing Palace came into view.

The outer courtyard is also very depressed. The bleak cold wind swept the withered yellow leaves, and swirled and fell on the gray bluestone slabs, on which a thick layer of fallen leaves had accumulated, and the lining was even more gloomy and depressed.

The court maids stepped on the thick fallen leaves in the courtyard with their feet and made a clanging sound, and the two court maids followed behind each with an oil lamp.

Passing through the outer courtyard, the group stepped on the fallen leaves and walked to the door of the main house.

Siqin saw his master's jaw signal, so he carried the oil lamp, walked forward and pushed the door open.

As the door opened, a rotten and sour smell of dust rushed to their faces, and the master and servant couldn't help frowning.

The room was dim, and I could faintly see someone lying on the couch. The sound of the door opening alarmed the person on the couch, and the man looked towards the door.

By the light of the oil lamp and the light that came in through the door, the people saw the face of the man on the couch.

Although the face of the person on the couch was pale and lifeless, it was still amazingly beautiful. The eyebrows are like distant daisies, the eyes are like stars, the hair is like floating clouds, and he is dressed in white, even if he is in such a shabby and dim place, he has a noble atmosphere that is not like that of ordinary people.

"Sister Ruan, how are you doing?" The court woman looked at the still graceful appearance of the person on the couch, and secretly hated in her heart, and reluctantly raised the corners of her mouth and asked.

The woman's eyes on the couch drooped slightly, she still lay on the couch and did not get up, her voice was a little hoarse, it seemed that she had not spoken for a long time, and she said in a tone without fluctuation, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Hongu came over to see how you've been doing." The court woman covered her mouth and nose lightly and looked around slightly, "Where are all the people who are waiting?" How can a person not have one? ”

The woman on the couch did not respond.

Siqin cleaned up the wooden chair next to her and laid out the soft cushions. The court woman sat sideways on the wooden chair, looked at the calm side face of the woman on the couch, and couldn't help but sneer, "Ruan Qinge, don't you want to know the current situation of your father and your brother?" ”

Ruan Tingge's expression finally fluctuated, she opened her eyes to look at the court women, and asked, "How are they?" ”

Hearing Ruan Qinge's question, the court woman couldn't help but raise her eyebrows proudly.

"Dead."

She spat out two words lightly on her lips, and a malicious smile hung on the corner of her mouth, waiting for Ruan Qingge's reaction.

Ruan Tingge sat up from the couch suddenly, her hair scattered behind her like a waterfall as she got up, lined with a white dress, like an ink painting.

Hearing the bad news from the mouth of the court woman, she closed her eyes, but her reaction was not as fierce as the court woman imagined.

It's just that her lips trembled a few times, and her face became even more pale and transparent, as if she was about to disappear into the air in the next second.

Slowly, her long eyelashes moved slightly, and a line of tears slowly flowed from the corners of her eyes.

"The Ruan family has a daughter like you, it's really unfortunate for the family."

The court lady didn't seem to be very satisfied with Ruan Tingge's reaction, her eyes were full of malice, "You say, did they have a lot of resentment towards you before they died?" ”

Hearing these words, Ruan Qinge's body trembled slightly, she bit her lip tightly and hung her head silently.

"The once powerful Fenyang Palace, once beaten into the dust, is really gratifying." The court woman let out a few slightly shrill laughs.

Ruan Tingge slowly propped up his body and got off the couch. She took a few steps forward, then fell to her knees towards the northeast corner, pressed her left hand on her right hand, and threw her forehead against the dusty ground.

Mourn my parents, give birth to me, and work hard. If you want to repay the virtue, Haotian is reckless.

"It's the daughter who is not filial, father." Ruan Tingge's voice was hoarse, and she saw a line of tears falling down her cheeks into the dust, and soon disappeared. “… It's the daughter who is not filial, and the daughter is to blame for her death..."Ruan Qingge muttered to himself, only to feel that his heart was like a knife, the pain was unbearable, and he fell to the ground for a while and lost his strength.

"What's the matter, such a big salute." There was a laugh of surprise in front of her, and Ruan Tingge felt her hair being pulled hard, and pulled her head up from the ground.

As soon as she looked up, she saw a pair of delicate steps with intricate patterns standing in front of her, and the court woman above her head was looking at her with a smile and a moan, still clutching a handful of her hair in her hands.

Ruan Tingge felt the pain of tearing his scalp, and couldn't help but gasp in pain, holding his hair back and breaking free, and asked word by word, "Meng Yanwan, what are you doing today?" ”

Meng Yanwan withdrew her hand, stroked her bracer made of white fox fur, did not answer her words, raised her eyebrows and continued, "You, you have to give King Fenyang a good bow." Oh, I almost forgot, the King of Fenyang has been stripped of his title, and he can no longer be called the King of Fenyang. ”

Meng Yanwan bent the corners of her mouth, looked at Ruan Tiange who was sitting on the ground, and said to Siqin behind her without looking back, "Siqin, tell me, this Ruan Yingyang is also a poor person, raising a daughter is usually very spoiled, but in the end, because of this daughter, she lost her title and her life, isn't it too miserable?" ”

Siqin looked at his master's face, and deliberately raised his voice and replied, "Back to the master's words, the former King of Fenyang is indeed very miserable, I heard that he and the prince of Fenyang were both starved to death in prison, and when the body was collected, both father and son were thin. ”

The words of the conversation between their master and servant pierced Ruan Qinge's heart, and it seemed that a layer of ice water was poured on the place where there was still a trace of residual heat in her heart, freezing all her blood and thoughts.