Okay] if [book] bar, although Ming Shen has been short of food and less clothing for half a year. It's like a cold palace career. However, the decoration of the jade hall and golden horse in the Zhaoyang Hall is still gorgeous and extravagant. Not because of her fall from grace. And fade the original splendor.

The carved fence is still there. It's just that. You can still find out the bleak situation from the smallest details. Like at this moment. The Zhaoyang Hall of Nuoda is in addition to Qiugui. I don't even have a servant to serve people. And the whole hall inside and outside. It's all empty. It's like he's been robbed. But. What is missing is something that even Wen Hao himself can't say.

There are also two gilded beast-faced stoves in the dormitory. It used to burn red-hot coals. The whole palace will be baked warm like spring. Wen Hao still remembered that it was because he cared for this little thing, and his body was cold. Specially ordered the Ministry of Internal Affairs to rush the system. But now inside this furnace. I'm afraid it's already cold as ashes.

Otherwise, how could the temple be so cold? Though his robe was soaked with snow. But he has always been physically fit. I can't bear the cold in this temple. A layer of goosebumps got up. It's like being in a luxurious ice cellar. I really don't know this little thing that is afraid of the cold. How did you survive the five watches?

Wen Hao looked down at Ming Shen who was lying on the bed. The more I look at it, the more heartache I feel. Halo under faint darkness. Her petite body was so thin that it seemed that only a handful of bones remained. There are also a few convulsions from time to time. The soaked black hair scatteredly half-covered the white and wet face. More and more like a decayed flower in the splendid pile of stalks and withered lotus. There is a hint of withering after being destroyed by the wind and snow......

At this moment, she is as cold as frost and snow. The mouth kept humming Wu Nong's soft voice. It seems to be uncomfortable and seems to be under a low spell. Wen Hao frowned. I'm not going to listen to her nonsense. Instead, she was a little irritated and began to untie her soaked clothes.

Qiu Gui didn't know where to find a few candles of different lengths. After igniting one by one. Finally, the originally dim and dreary hall suddenly brightened up a lot. And because of this. I clearly saw Ming Shen's appearance at the moment.

I saw her twisting her body in a delirious way. The long wet hair is wrapped around the coral-colored bouncy pillow like algae, and it flips back and forth. It lined her originally blue face. Presents a bizarre paper whiteness. Weak and immature, like a white lotus that decays overnight. It only makes people feel distressed.

Thereupon. Qiu Gui hurriedly stepped forward to help. was pushed to the ground by Wen Hao. I saw him pulling Ming Shen's middle coat without raising his head. A cold drink burst out of his thin lips: "Don't go to shochu yet. Didn't you see that she was cramping all the time?"

Qiu Gui fell to his knees. I can't help but accumulate the grievances of my heart. turned into a tear and slipped out of his eyes: "Return to the emperor. Because my master doesn't like what is in the cup. The emperor doesn't come over often in the past six months. Therefore, there is no wine storage in the Zhaoyang Palace."

"How could it not? In the past six months, the palace has had no interruption in feasting and small banquets. I will not be less than you will be rewarded. I can't even find the jar of wine." Wen Hao raised his eyebrows and asked. The face was as cold as ice. The chill is faintly visible.

He raised his hand and stroked Ming Shen's forehead. But I felt a cold like ice and snow. It was so cold that it almost didn't have the temperature of a person, and it suddenly stirred up waves of distress in his heart. In vain, he is still the king of a rich country. But. At the moment, I even took a sip of warm wine. I can't give her anything to drink. It's ironic.

Qiu Gui saw that his side face was as cold as ice. Jaw tight. I thought I was angry. I couldn't help frowning. Stunned and tearful, he explained: "The emperor is angry. You don't know. Although there are many festivals in the palace in this half year. The rewards are also very rich. But my master alone can't share it. Even ....... Even the usual monthly silver and a supply should be made. They are all detained in the Ministry of Internal Affairs and can't take them out."

"I've just been in the door until now. It's just you alone. What about the other servants who serve your master? Where are they all dead?" The dark fire in Wen Hao's eyes. It's already starting to burn up. I knew that the Internal Affairs Office would dare to do such a thing to exterminate the Nine Clans. There must be someone behind it. So I want to keep asking.

But at this time. Ming Shen's arms began to cramp. Her skinny face was wrinkled in pain. Man has also become like a manic little tiger. Waving slender arms and writhing around. The mouth is still holding "cold" and "pain", and the eyes that keep slipping tears are tightly closed. Seems to be enduring something. Sadness moves people.

Qiu Gui glanced at her. Tears continued: "Since the time when the newcomer entered the palace. The queen is afraid that there will not be enough people in the palace. He removed most of the servants who were waiting in the Zhaoyang Palace. Later, he waited for the little prince to be a full moon. Lan Jieyu said that there is a shortage of manpower. I transferred some more. Gradually. There are only two people left in the Zhaoyang Palace, the servant and the master."

After listening to these words. and watched the beloved woman suffer. It's like a desperate situation. And he didn't realize it. Powerless to share. Wen Hao felt that his heart was about to be shattered. Both hands kept kneading her stiff slender arms. Hopefully alleviate her pain.

Suddenly. Suddenly found the back of her wizened hand. It turned out to be frostbite with dark red ulcers. Suddenly, the pupils shrank suddenly. The anger in his eyes instantly swelled with terrifying." What's going on with her hands." Wen Hao asked in a low voice. There was a faint murderous desire in the cold voice. Coupled with the gloomy face on his face. There is more and more of a kind of mountain rain about to come, the wind is full of momentum.

Qiu Gui's heart was suddenly shocked. Hurriedly crawled to the ground. Trembling slightly: "Master....... Master, she...... She has a good heart and a good heart. I can't bear to let ...... Let the minions work alone. I have to help the minions do that rough work. The minions also persuaded. But she ...... She didn't listen. When it's frozen. That's all her hand is about. Because every day is busy with rough work. That's why it's never been good......."

Wen Hao listened silently. A deep sense of guilt welled up in my heart. I couldn't help but sigh gloomily. Softened his tone and said, "Okay. I get it. Now you go to the Heart Cultivation Hall and bring Xizi to me. By the way, let him bring people and things over to serve. And also. Don't forget to send someone to the Imperial Doctor. Remember to be quick."" Yes." Qiu Gui kowtowed. Hurriedly exited the dormitory.

Wen Hao put Ming Shen's hand down. Pulled a crimson Shu brocade mandarin duck quilt casually. Cover her gently. But inadvertently. Found the rough stitch of the quilt head. Several sticks of dry grass sprouted from the eyes.

"Qiu Gui. Come back." Wen Hao couldn't suppress his anger anymore. A roar burst out of his mouth like a thunderous shout for nine days.

Qiu Gui just walked out of the front hall. and he heard a deafening call. and hurried back to the dormitory. He lowered his face and asked cautiously, "What else does the emperor command?"

"How can there be hay in the quilt. Who did it?" Wen Hao roared. His face was extremely cold. There is a fire of destruction burning under his eyes. I saw him grabbing both sides of the quilt roughly. Tear your hands hard. I only heard a "stab" sound. The quilt was torn off as if it had been peeled off. Withered yellow hay. Sprinkled all over the ground.

A cold wind blew through the thin window paper and scraped in. The candle flame on the table swayed in the wind. There was a crackling crunch sound. The hay rustles in the wind. The ground is full of floating ground. And Wen Hao's face at the moment. It's even more gloomy than the cold night outside. The murderous aura tempered from the battlefield of a hundred battles. Ling Qiugui felt that his cold hair was upside down.

Rao is counting nine cold winters. A layer of cold sweat still oozed from her forehead. Even the words were slurred: "This ..... It's ......"

"Speak quickly." Wen Hao suddenly roared. His gaze flashed like a sharp sword. Who can tell him. What has happened to her in the past six months. What I see and hear today. He really hated him and wanted to kill someone.

Qiu Gui was stunned. Busy said: "Yes....... It was my master who did it himself."" Why?" Wen Hao continued to ask. The cold color on his face remains.

Tears spread in Qiu Gui's eyes: "Because it's almost the New Year. My master wants to give Princess Chenghuan and His Royal Highness Wu Qi a new jacket for the New Year. But......... Again....... I can't get cotton. I had to take out all the cotton in the quilt...... More than that. The rest is almost finished being demolished by my master."

Hear out. Wen Hao's brows furrowed. The steel-hardened heart was tinged with the softness of sour thorns. Reaching out and rubbing the corners of his eyebrows, which looked tired. With a wave of his big hand, he said, "Let's go down on an errand. Let Xizi bring a few more brand-new quilts."

"The minions obey. Thank you for your favor." Qiu Gui owes himself and retreats. The wind and rain rushed to the Heart Cultivation Temple.

...

After Qiu Gui is gone. Wen Hao opened Ming Shen's red sandalwood gilt wardrobe. I saw the once piled up full of silk and satin. There is not much left. All that was left was a few solitary plain clothes and the fox fur he had hunted for her.

See this old thing. The sadness in my heart is like being slashed by an extremely sharp blade. All kinds of memories between her and her came flooding up for a while. Crying. Laughing. Hit. Noisy. It seemed to turn into countless volumes of ukiyo-e before his eyes.......

I used to look at each other from afar, but I had a lot of thoughts. Once the lingering sweetness and love in the Huaqing Palace. And the promise of love on the wedding night. Past love and hate. In the heart of a hundred turns and thousands of turns. In the end, it turned into a heavy sense of guilt in the depths of my heart.

It's not about saying good. Let her be the woman on the tip of her heart. Take good care of her. Don't let her get hurt anymore. Now because of his own negligence. made her endure inhuman torture alone for more than half a year.

He didn't dare to imagine. What has she experienced in the past six months? But go deeper. He can also feel a few points. In the harem. It takes as much effort to praise and step on people. He thought he had kept her place. Do not remove her chamber. Feed and clothe her. Those people will have some scruples. Don't dare to blatantly trouble her. That's what it says to her. That's enough.

But I didn't expect it. He's a mystery after all. Underestimating the tricks of the women. Ignoring the most torturous little work in the harem. was able to deceive and conceal in the palace for more than half a year. And still the woman who tortured him right under his nose. His queen really took great pains.

...

A candle flame that is about to burn to the end. There is a hazy glow in the silence. Similar to the dusk before a rainy day. Ambiguously flowing on the emaciated tongti of the snow and the frost. Combine a woman's delicate with coquettishness. Unabashedly presented in front of Wen Hao's eyes. Helpless and poignant. It's like a snow lotus that has been ravaged by wind and rain. I'm waiting for you to pick up and fold.

Wen Hao only glanced at it. There was an immediate reaction. A trace of long-lost lust suddenly jumped from the heart to the bottom of the eye. So he hurriedly covered her with a fox fur. See her like a wounded kitten. Curl yourself up in a ball. The pitiful appearance of licking the wound alone. If he's in the mood to vent his lusts. That's really too inhuman.