After the night passed, the page seemed to be turned over, and no one mentioned it again, but the two of them tacitly knew that the desire for revenge had already taken root in their hearts, and as soon as the spring breeze of April blew, it grew unscrupulously. book/

The emperor made a decree, and the concubine was frightened outside the palace, and no one was allowed to disturb her for half a month, and she was also exempted from her daily morning and dusk meditation, and she had time to reorganize her mood.

And Nan Ruochen, Liuchen and Imperial Doctor Liang were placed in the Tai Hospital, but she didn't have a chance to see them, she couldn't help but worry in her heart, yes, she was afraid, afraid that the emperor would still refuse to give up.

She wanted to ask the emperor in person, but he had never been to Yongning Palace since she returned to the palace, except for hearing from Mama Jinyun that the emperor personally carried her back to Yongning Palace when she was asleep on the day she returned to the palace, she didn't inquire.

She knew he was still angry, and she didn't know how to face him, so she didn't take the initiative to go to him, and the two of them froze.

Half a month of the world will pass quickly, and tomorrow she will go out to face the concubines and concubines, and return to the days of intrigue before.

When Mama Jinyun helped her prepare the gifts for the palaces, she asked tentatively, "Niangniang, can you think about how to deal with it tomorrow?" ”

She said suddenly: "Endure it again and again, no need to endure it anymore." Since she has put me to death again and again, why should I be merciful, this time, I will not endure it step by step. ”

"That lady has ever thought that she is a high queen, and now she is protected by the prince, how can she be a camp step by step?"

She didn't answer, Mama Jinyun was reminding her not to stalemate with the emperor anymore, Mama Jinyun was right, she was the mother of a country, and the biological mother of the only imperial heir, the only thing she could rely on was the emperor.

She has to endure it, even if she forces her face to laugh, even if she has hatred in her heart, she still has to endure it. Endure it and exchange it for calm.

That means that she has to give up her arrogance and compromise with him, which is not an easy task for her, but for the sake of Mama Jinyun, as well as Cunyan and Xiaodong, she must go.

With a long breath, she sat down in front of the dresser, and this time, instead of bunning her hair, she simply tied the three thousand green silks with a hair band, and her cloud-like hair was even softer and more moisturized.

Dressed in a moon white palace suit, the elegant jade face is painted with light plum blossom makeup, if it was like a fairy with an outstanding demeanor and a city, but now it seems to be a fairy who has fallen into the dust by mistake.

Before going out, Mama Jinyun brought the prepared lotus seed soup, which was the emperor's favorite, she smiled at Mama Jinyun and walked towards the Qianqing Palace.

Father-in-law Zhang led her to the door and retreated.

"Yiyiyaya......" a soft voice called.

"Hong'er, you have to grow up quickly." It's the queen's child, and he's talking to Hong, with thick expectations, with strong love, and with the joy of being a first-time father.

She leaned against the door, her heart throbbing faintly. Suddenly I lost all my courage. turned around and was about to leave, but he heard a deep voice coming from inside: "Who is outside?" "He had already found her.

She gritted her teeth and opened it in, and the warm hall was full of pleasant atmosphere.

"I've seen the emperor." She is thoughtful and gentle.

He smiled, his face turned cold, his eyes lowered, and he continued to tease the child. Such loving eyes, her gaze also looked at the child uncontrollably, the child who was only more than a month old, had already opened, pink and cute, the child also found her, innocent eyes stared at her, suddenly smiled, her heart suddenly softened, she wanted to hug the child, although this is the queen's child, but she still likes it.

But the emperor didn't mean to hug her. He didn't let the "milk" mother take him down, teasing him to himself, and talking to him as if she didn't exist.

But Hong opened his arms to her, believed it or not, coaxed softly, held Hong in his arms, pressed down his outstretched hand, Hong naturally did not follow, "wow", cried loudly, the small body actually knew that he was struggling in his arms to stand straight, as if resisting, and the tears in his eyes had fallen.

Maybe it's because of a woman's natural "nature", or maybe it's because I think of the child I once had, and when I hear the child's cry, my heart hurts.

She ignored Xin's refusal, picked up his little body, and coaxed softly: "Hong'er, obediently, hug, hug, hug, you little guy, you have only been so heavy for more than a month, you must be a greedy and sleepy baby." ”

The baby in her arms looked at her seriously, listened to her, and gradually stopped crying, she smiled, let him lie down comfortably, patted his back, and gently hummed unknown nursery rhymes, he blinked, screamed, laughed.

Soft eyes looked at her, and she looked up to see the letter quickly moving away.

"He always cries and recognizes life like this, and refuses to be hugged by strangers." Xin said in a low voice: "But the first time I saw you, I smiled at you and asked you to hug me." ”

The child does not know the grievances of adults, he likes her, smiles at her, and lets her hug, but his mother treats her like a thorn in the flesh and a thorn in the eye. Why is the world so ridiculous?

The smile on her face froze for a moment, and he stood behind her, all three of them had smiles on their faces, how good it would be if the child in her arms was him and hers, if this short happiness could last forever, how good, but ......

Soon, the person in her arms hummed softly, and the light gradually became dim.

"The dorm is over there." He pointed to the side.

The foot kicked open the door, and only two palace lamps were lit, which were a little dim, but I saw that there were two beds, one large and one small.

There were still some things to play on the small bed, and there was a thick "hair" blanket next to it, because I was afraid that he would fall down.

Has the letter always been with him? She thought it was the queen who was taking it.

Gently put him on the small bed, and lay down himself, snuggled in her arms, and slept more and more peacefully.

The little one was covered with a quilt, and went out lightly, and the letter was already sitting back at the desk, looking at the fold, and when he saw her coming out, he ignored her, and went about his own business.

Walking to his desk, she knelt down, didn't say a word, just knelt, as if admitting her mistakes and compromised, but what happened to her was so like a silent resistance.

The letter was not lettered, and the words were not written. Stopped in mid-air on the vermilion pen, cinnabar dripping on the paper, splashing, smudging, shocking sleeves.

He threw his pen down and walked over to the open window to look at the drowsy sky. When it was warm and cold, the cool spring breeze poured in from the window, and he was also in moon-white clothes, flying with the wind, leaving her with a lonely back.

She lowered her head, feeling more and more sad in her heart, how did she and him get to where they are today?