When walking around the palace, Fu Lin's mood is often surging, every flower, grass, pavilion and pavilion touches the memories of the past. But on the outside, he is still so cold and handsome, so free and uninhibited.

At such times, Xiaomeng often closed his mouth knowingly, accompanied him to be sad and silent. She understood his mood very well, the familiar strangeness, the kind of inextricable and messy concern, she had also had. When Fu Lin crouched in the skylight to visit Xiaozhuang's every move, when he looked at the aging Huang Eniang's lone companion green lantern dozing off, the flickering crystal in his eyes made Xiaomeng throb slightly.

More than ten years have passed, and the concubines and nobles who were blessed in the past have now become concubines and concubines. They are alone in the cold harem, alone in the boundless long years. They are still so young, most of them are just the age of their establishment, and there are many, many unmarried modern girls, but they are already widowed, and they can't go anywhere. Their money is pitiful, and they can only do embroidery patches, and the blessings in their memories seem to be the only pastime when embroidering. However, no matter how lively the conversation is and how lively the conversation is, at the end, they can only sigh to each other and leave a trace of melancholy.

Bumping into them by chance, Xiaomeng couldn't help but say to Fu Lin: "I now completely understand the poems of the Tang poet Yuan Zhen, how apt and vivid the writing is. 'The ancient palace is sparse, and the palace flowers are lonely and red. The white-headed palace maid is here, sitting idle and talking about Xuanzong. Now, it's 'sitting idle and talking about the ancestors.'" It's so sad for them. ”

Fu Lin smiled helplessly, this smile with an element of apology. He said frankly: "It is only to this day that for the first time I feel that it is a sin to have so many concubines. ”

In addition to the original martyrdom and ordination, the rest of the concubines of the former emperors lived in the Shoukang Palace, Shou'an Palace or Yinghua Hall in the northwest corner of the Forbidden City, and the Cining Palace in Xiaozhuang was also here, but the sparseness here is incomparable with the luxury of Cining Palace. After secretly visiting Xiaozhuang in Cining Palace, he would always pass by here inadvertently, and inadvertently witnessed the desolation of the concubines.

Among them, of course, there are many concubines of Fulin, I don't know how Fulin feels when he reunites with them today? A woman's home is a woman's home in the end, thinking about it, I can't help but think about it, and I can't help but feel a little tasted, and I can't help peeking at Fulin's expression, as if trying to see the secret of the soul from his expression. Then I got angry for some reason.

Hearing Fu Lin say this, he replied in a good voice: "Hmph, of course, I only feel guilty now, because I can't see it now." When I could see and touch it, I didn't know how much pleasure it was, where would I think of sin? ”

Fu Lin smiled bitterly and teased: "That's not enough? Do you want me to say that it's a pity, it's annoying? It's a pity that they don't follow me through the past and the present? But why do I have to leave the three palaces and six courtyards to cross by myself? ”

"Humph! Don't you dare?! Xiaomeng hit him with a smile.

Fu Lin smiled and dodged sideways, Xiaomeng pounced in the air, and when he couldn't hold his feet, it happened that there were two stone steps under his feet, and one staggered, and his footsteps were staggered.

"Ahh She screamed, and her whole body was about to fall out.

Fu Lin's face turned pale with shock, and he hurriedly reached out to grab it, and just touched the corner of Xiaomeng's clothes, and the sound of "hissing" a crisp silk tearing made his soul fly away. Xiaomeng also thought that this time he was dead, and was about to close his eyes and wait for "death", but he didn't expect to bump into a thin body.

Xiaomeng was so easy to settle, and when he turned around, he let out another exclamation: "Ghost! A face paler than a ghost suddenly appeared in front of her, with a disheveled head, long sleeves and a wide coat, and a dull expression.

When I looked closely, it turned out to be Concubine Yi - the mother of Bomu Bogol. I haven't seen her for many years, her spirit seems to be even more trance-like, her shape is like a withered tree, and her soul is like a gossamer, no wonder Xiaomeng screamed when she saw it.

Unexpectedly, the little dream was frightened. Concubine Yi let out a scream that was even worse than her: "Ghost! Hell yes! ”

Her thin, chicken-like hand trembled and pointed at Xiaomeng's back. It's Shunzhi Ye, the Shunzhi Lord who died suddenly came back to life, isn't it a ghost? "Ahh Ghost...... Ghost...... It's Blessed! Blessing is resurrected, oh my! Fulin is resurrected, my God! Don't look for me, don't look for me......"

Fulin and Little Dream suddenly realized. Xiaomeng hurriedly reached out to cover her mouth, but was pushed violently by her. Xiaomeng stumbled a few steps, and Fu Lin hurriedly supported his beloved wife. Xiaomeng covered his bulging abdomen, frowned, and a tight pain came, oh no, after this fright and toss, it wouldn't be a tire.

Concubine Yi fled while shouting. Fu Lin said: "Not good. Let's go. ”

Xiaomeng nodded, cold sweat suddenly broke out, she barely walked a few steps with the support of Fulin, and when she arrived in front of Cining Palace, her abdominal pain was like a twist, and she couldn't walk anymore. "You go first. Quick, leave me alone. Xiaomeng said weakly.

"No, how can I leave you alone, Ouchi, the trespasser is dead. Do you think I'm going to do that? "Fu Lin Dao.

When the two were entangled, in Cining Palace, Xiaozhuang, who was dozing off in the middle of the moon, had already woken up.

She heard three sharp screams in a row, and the name of "Fulin" was more like a sharp needle that completely woke up the organs of her body. "Ah, Blessing! Who's called Fulin?! Hyozhuang stood up.

The palace maid who held her replied, "What about shouting outside? I don't know what's going on? The Empress Dowager and rest in peace, let the slaves and maids come to see. ”

"No, go with the mourners, quick!" Xiaozhuang said in an unquestionable tone as he trembled out of the palace gate.

Just as he was about to step out of the palace gate, a white-robed woman with a cloak and a panicked bump over, and the palace maid hurriedly stopped her.

I saw her trembling all over, and she was still shouting: "Hell, Fulin is back again, don't look for me, don't look for me......"

Xiaozhuang's heart sank, but he said categorically: "It turned out that you were shouting and screaming in the middle of the night. Taiguifei, my good sister, can't you let the mourning family worry? ”

"No," the concubine knelt down at her feet: "Sister, it's Fulin, it's really Fulin, I've seen it, it's a ghost?" Is it his ghost? ”

Xiaozhuang frowned and said: "Sister, it seems that the mourning family really wants to ask the imperial doctor to treat you well, recently, you have taken medicine on time, and another person ran out to wander around, your spirit is getting worse and worse, and you have hallucinations, isn't it?" ”

"It's not! No! The concubine hurriedly argued: "It's not an illusion." There are two ghosts, and a beautiful woman with a big belly, they, they are together, together......" Tai Guifei's eyes were straight again, and there was deep fear buried in her eyes!

"Beauty? Big belly? At this time, Xiaozhuang became vigilant, if it was an illusion, there would not be another person, and it was vividly depicted.

She couldn't help asking, "Where?" Take the mourning family to see it. ”

"No, I'm not going, I'm not going......" Concubine Taigui took a few steps back in a panic, screamed violently, and ran away again with her head in her hands.

Xiaozhuang shook his head, the madman has been crazy for a long time, and people are too lazy to pay attention to her.

"Go with the mourners." The palace maid hurriedly walked out of the palace gate with Xiaozhuang.

In the courtyard where the moonlight was cold, under the old locust tree, Xiaozhuang saw the familiar figure, elegant, free and easy, he was leaning over a woman, whispering something, and the woman was very beautiful, but she was pale and covered her stomach. She is really a big-bellied beauty, just as the concubine said.

So, will this young man, as the concubine said, be a blessing?

Xiaozhuang's tears swirled in her eyes, and her hands couldn't help shaking, politically, she was an "Iron Lady", but the early death of her only son Fulin's young man was the most painful trauma in her heart.

She distinctly remembers that more than a decade ago, it was just a well-dressed mound. Is it really back?

Her throat trembled, and she faintly but clearly called out two words: "Blessing ......"