I have always been here if I didn't say it, but how many tears will it take to fill the hearts of lovesick people

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Jian Wei, who had no fighting spirit and goals, returned to a state of being bored, eating and sleeping bored, and waiting for Yan Yong, lighting a white candle for many times, and finally one day the lines that made people feel deeply and rainy suddenly appeared in her mind.

"The first day Shuhuan left, I missed him, the second day Shuhuan left, I missed him, the third day Shuhuan left, I thought he thought he missed him, I missed him......"

It's crazy. She grimaced in the mirror, reminding herself that Yiping thought too much about Shuhuan, and in the end, Shuhuan's legs were lame.

A month, two months passed. Autumn is coming quietly. The September day, in addition to the high and cool sky, is the slightest beginning to penetrate the coolness.

Just when Janeway was about to go crazy, she unexpectedly received a letter.

Thanks to Zhao Jingu's blessing, now she is basically an idler raised in Changchun Palace, she doesn't have to do any work, and she doesn't have to participate in the visit, Xizong came twice, but Jian Wei didn't see it, and the curiosity she started with had already been exhausted by the long silent wait.

On this day, Xizong summoned Zhao Jingu again, and Hu Han passed on the message, but he went out from the side hall, and when he saw Jian Wei, he gave her a small look.

She pondered for a while, except for Wan Yanyong, no one should look for her, so she followed out with a little excitement, and around the corner, Hu Han quietly stuffed a small note to her, and then left as if nothing happened.

She stood by the wall for a moment before turning back, and Chunhua was carrying a bowl of rock sugar pear paste, and saw her, and was slightly blessed. She suppressed her thumping heartbeat, smiled back, and dodged into the room.

The note is simple: be patient.

She instantly burst into a foul language, wait, wait, it's not Intel login, how long will it take, didn't she say that Master Tonghui's illness has been cured? Even if the mother-son relationship is deep, let's get myself out.

After thinking about it, I wrote four words with a grinding pen: I want to leave the palace.

Tucking the note into her sleeve, she took a breath and pushed open the wooden window, where a row of budding chrysanthemums was placed on the porch. The Double Ninth Festival is coming.

I don't know that I haven't seen Hu Han to announce the decree for several days, maybe it is because the emperor is increasingly fond of Pei Manyu as rumored, and he has the potential to catch up with the former concubines, and he can't take care of other concubines.

Other concubines don't know, but in this Changchun Palace, Zhao Jingu generally has nothing to do and never goes out of the hall, and occasionally comes out to stand under the flower stand in a daze, and the wisteria flowers have already bloomed. One day, Janeway passed by and saw her lying alone on a wooden chair, quietly looking at the sky, she was the only one, quietly looking at the vast sky through the gap between the branches, and even her eyes were silent.

Janeway stood there, in a trance, feeling like she was looking at herself at some point.

Zhao Jingu lay down for a while, picked up the soup next to the chair like a puppet and drank it all.

At this time, Chunhua came from the path next to him and said with a smile: "What is Sister Jane looking at?" ”

She followed Jian Wei's gaze, and there was a smile on her face: "Mingxun likes to be quiet the most. ”

Liaoyang.

Zhang Jinyan got off the horse without saying a word, his face was frowning without a smile, he went straight into the nunnery, Li Hongyuan was slowly watering the flowers, the peony had been dead for an unknown amount of time, and the dead branches were scattered in the white jade flower pots, but she looked cautious, as if a little more strength would frighten this delicate flower.

"Ma'am. Hu Han was executed. ”

"Huh?" She turned around, spilled the water on the table, and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Zhang Jinyan hesitated, but still told the truth: "The person who sent the letter to his wife privately was known by the queen, and the queen has always been ...... with Wanyan Liang."

Li Hong is willing to grasp the key words: "My people? ”

Zhang Jinyan was silent.

"You have been by my side since I was a child, and I raised you like my own son, what is there that my son can't tell his mother?"

He raised his head and tightened his brows: "In the past, in order to provoke the relationship between the fourth prince and Wan Yanliang, a woman was sent to the palace in the name of Mrs. Madame's mother and child, and handed over to Zhang Zhaoyuan to take care of, but Zhang Zhaoyuan was implicated in the cold palace because of Concubine De's matter. In order to stabilize the situation, the little prince asked Hu Han to come forward and pass a note to the woman, but she was informed. Yesterday, the queen put the cane to death. It was a big disrespectful reason. ”

"Didn't the Emperor speak?"

"The emperor hasn't had time to speak yet."

Li Hongyuan pondered for a while, her thoughts gradually cleared up, and she picked up the sprinkler and continued to water the flowers.

"Ulu is attracted to her, isn't he?" She sighed like a mother who knew her son's early love, "I saw the way he looked at Ulintana, and I knew that he had someone in his heart." ”

Zhang Jinyan was silent and noncommittal, as cautious as his name.

The water was already full, slowly flowing down the flower pot, she looked at the peony intently, and said for a while: "You don't have to let her out of the palace, just stay in the palace, only by staying with the emperor, all of them will be quiet and think about what they should think." ”

A chubby, long-haired cat twisted into the door and rubbed at Li Hongyuan's feet.

Her voice was always so calm and calm: "Since it's not my mother's child, I don't have to bear those false names." Where the people in the Changchun Hall should go, send her there. ”

Changchun Palace.

Jian Wei waited for more than two months, and what she was waiting for was not the Chongyang feast, not the news of Wanyan Yong, but the decree of her own violent room.

She didn't know what was wrong, but it was clear that her good days were over.

She tried to struggle, but Jin Gu was sick and nowhere to be seen, Zhao Yupan's usual face was merciful and ruthless, and the spring painting didn't know where to go. When she was packing up her things, she held on to the last glimmer of hope and asked the little palace maid next to her if she knew where Hu Han was. The little palace maid was not very old, and she already had a pair of accident eyes, and replied disdainfully that he had been killed a few days ago, and the girl did not have to worry about it anymore.

Jian Wei's heart was cold, could it be that something happened to Wan Yanyong?

But she didn't dare to ask, Yi Zhi only said that she offered Concubine De, although she was sent to the palace by Master Tonghui, but she was not educated, and she violated the fatwa and went to the violent room to think about her crimes.

If anyone now said that life without suffering is thin, Janeway must have unceremoniously rewarded him with a roll of the eyes, telling him that she hates all the deep and only loves the superficial life.

This is the beginning of a life of high and low.

I think that day, even Tuoman had to give her three points of face, and now any little maid dares to call her, why, because she is new.

On the first day, Jian Wei obediently listened to their command and worked for a day, at first she still had the strength to comfort herself, Wan Yanyong knew that she would definitely save herself, and then she thought about how to get out of such a predicament, so she relied on these spiritual food to finally stay up until the evening, but when it was time to eat, she found that everything was eaten up by those who came first, she grabbed the empty rice bucket, and under hunger and thirst, tears were about to fall.

How could you have lived your life to such a state. Wan Yanyong, is this your promise to me? She was extremely aggrieved.

She gritted her teeth, didn't know how many deep breaths she took, resisted the urge to fall off the rice bucket, scooped a scoop of cold water, and poured down this broken rice.

However, this moment is still just beginning, and when is it an end.