He left, he didn't come to Yongning Palace for several days, but after a few days, he came every day, but she didn't pay attention to him, when the emperor came, she didn't call him or talk to him when he didn't exist, and did her own thing alone.

Usually there is nothing to do, still like before, stroking the piano and tuning silk, reading and practicing calligraphy, in fact, she still doesn't know how to face him, she wants her to forget everything before and get along with him like before, she can't do it, she wants her to hate him and hate him, but she finds that her hatred is so powerless.

He sat opposite and watched, with such helplessness and grief in his expression.

Does he hurt too? Hum. The mourning policy is of no use to her, she has already figured it out, don't covet this faint love anymore.

The same room, very small, but the relationship between each other, however, is dull and long, and no one dares to come in and wait.

"Xin'er......" he called softly, with some haggard in his eyes.

She still didn't respond.

"Xin'er......" His voice was a little louder: "The matter between Shen Zhaoyi and the child is almost investigated, but Qi Mo is dead, I don't believe she can do this alone." Xin'er ......"

What's the use of saying that now? She didn't care if anyone was calculating her.

She interrupted him, looked over to him and shouted outside: "Ran, the air in the room is a little stuffy, you can cut two leaves of the pear tree and keep them in the house, so that you can use its fragrance to sweep away the turbidity in the house."

He was a little helpless, sighing heavily, did he feel sorry for it now? But he hurt her, how deeply, she had never done such a despicable thing, whether it was Nan Ruochen's matter, Shen Zhaoyi's matter, she knew it, but she didn't say anything before, thinking that this would pretend that they were still the same as before, but he didn't believe her.

Now he wants to save his previous relationship, but he is thinking alone, she is really tired.

Most of the time, he just sat quietly, listened to her play the piano, watched her read, and didn't speak, maybe he didn't know how to say it, he did secretly investigate the things she said, the truth was always unfair to Xin'er, but as a king, he had too much helplessness, and he didn't know how to explain all this to her.

Outside the window, the apricot blossom tree he specially planted for her had been removed by her, and now the pear blossom^H had been gone, and the green branches and leaves had become thick, and there were small green pear fruits swaying between the branches and leaves, and he asked himself over and over again why they had come to this point.

"Your Majesty......" Gonggong Zhang spoke carefully at the door, as if there was something urgent, but he couldn't bear to break this silence, for fear of disturbing the emperor and the concubine.

The emperor glanced at her and walked out quietly, and Gonggong Zhang said carefully: "Your Majesty, the queen said that she was not feeling well, and she wanted the emperor to go up." ”

He looked back again, she was still reading, she seemed to be a little immersed, he didn't hear Zhang's words, he sighed slightly, and said, "Let's go......"

When his figure walked out of sight, she put down the book and smiled bitterly, he was there, how could she read a word, turned to look out the window, the bright yellow figure under the pear tree, looked so lonely, but why was he lonely?

Shen Zhaoyi and the child in her womb had been buried according to the imperial concubine's etiquette, but she didn't see a trace of sadness in his eyes, it was his child, how could he not be sad? So isn't it, when her child leaves, he is not sad, so he can hide it so well and not leak.

But she asked herself, if he was sad for Shen Zhaoyi and her children, what would he think? Isn't it more sad? She didn't know...... I've always been so conflicted, haven't I?

With his ability, if he wants to check, the truth will be known as soon as he checks it, but he hasn't moved at all, is this black cauldron, Qi Mo will be determined? Although Qi Mo was not thrown into a mass grave at her insistence, but I didn't kill Bo Zhong, but Bo Zhong died because of me, she always felt sorry for Qi Mo in her heart, and this sense of guilt made her very heavy.

Although it's already June, but for some reason, the weather is still a little wet and cold, at night, it is even cooler, she is wearing a plain white bedclothes, her body is getting thinner and thinner, who said, plain white is a funeral can only be worn, then let her pray for Qimo. She smiled, smiled coldly, she liked this plain white, without a trace of flaw, without a little dirty, clean and pure......

At the door, there was a sudden sound of heavy kicking, and she frowned through the half-hidden window lattice.

From afar, Mama Jinyun shouted: "It's so late, who is so bold, don't you know that this is Yongning Palace?" ”

Impatiently put on his clothes to open the door, and was about to scold, but when he saw someone coming, his face was full of horror, and he hurriedly hooked his waist: "The emperor...... The Emperor ......"

He came in full of wine, making her frown a little tighter, and ordered someone to bring a sobering tea.

"Don't drink, it's better to be drunk, it's better to be drunk......" He waved away the sobering tea with one hand, his face was flushed, and at this time he had changed into a soapy white shirt, and the shadows cast by the candle flame overlapped with hers.

"Didn't the emperor go to Kunning Palace? Why did you drink so much? She asked Father-in-law Zhang on the side a little harshly.

"Back to Niangniang's words, the emperor ...... The emperor came out after entering the Kunning Palace, and when he returned to the Qianqing Palace, he kept drinking, and the servants did not dare to persuade him. When the emperor was sleeping, he screamed that he wanted to come to Yongning Palace with a headache, and after a long time, the slave brought the emperor over in the middle of the night. Father-in-law Zhang said clearly, not daring to hide anything.

She waved her hand and motioned for them to go out.

He sat down in front of the bed and smirked: "Xin'er, Xin'er......" kept shouting.

She was slightly shocked in her heart, but she didn't answer him, she must have drunk a lot, fell down on the side of the quilt, rubbed her wine and burped, and muttered: "Mother, how did I lose the person I love the most, how can I get it back?" How did we get to be like this? Mother, I hurt so much, my heart hurts. ”

Maybe it was because he remembered his mother, Concubine Xian, his hand was tightly clutching his left chest, and tears seemed to ooze from the corners of his eyes, and she couldn't see clearly.

She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, yes, how did we become like this......

The faint light in the room was misty, his face was against the pillow, he pulled his clothes hard, his brows were locked tightly, and said, "It's uncomfortable, it's so uncomfortable......"

She let out a long sigh and brought the sobering tea on the table, he opened his misty eyes, but waved it with one hand, and sprinkled all the sobering tea on her clothes, her plain white dress, immediately dyed with dark yellow tea soup, she smiled bitterly, no matter how clean and pure things are, they will eventually be stained, isn't it?