It doesn't matter who said the sentence "Zhu Liangren cut his wrists yesterday to find a short view", when Ji Hongduo saw Zhu Zhiyi lying on the bed with a face as white as paper, he had already made a decision.

White gauze, faintly visible oozing blood red. Zhu Min's words in the court were still clearly heard, and now Zhu Zhiyi's weak appearance stimulated every nerve of Ji Hongduo. The Ninth Five-Year Honor, the Minister of Foreign Dynasties denied that he could only govern the country, and the concubine of the deep palace wanted to protest against him with her life.

It hurts, it hurts, it's not the wrist, it's the jaw!

"Zhu Zhiyi, would you rather die than be my concubine?"

Ji Hongduo couldn't control the strength of his hand anymore, Zhu Zhiyi raised his hand and wanted to struggle, but he tore the wound on his wrist again, and the blood soaked the moon-white clothes.

"As soon as you enter the palace, I will make you a beloved, and I will give you the position of the master of the Mingcui Palace. Because of what? Because your father is Zhu Min, and your uncle is Zhu Cong! But I hate your face! ”

Zhu Zhiyi's tears slipped silently, and she woke up in a coma, and she couldn't even open her eyes to look at the man she once wanted to entrust for life. A woman who enters the palace is a good person and a superior person. But in this Mingcui Palace, has she ever been a master for a day? If it weren't for the year of the draft, the Zhu family only had this female age, how could she step into the palace gate half a step?

Fifteen years old, youth-like flowers, after all, was wrongly paid to this cold deep palace.

"Live...... Stop......"

Qingmeng trotted all the way back from the Tai Hospital, still holding Zhu Zhiyi's medicine in his hand, but saw a man pinching Zhu Zhiyi's jaw. Without telling who the man was, her words had already been spoken. Cheng Hai kicked Qingmeng's leg socket, and she knelt heavily on the ground.

At this time, I saw the man's face clearly. Hideous, ugly, grumpy! can be used to describe Ji Hongduo at this time. Qingmeng couldn't help but tremble, she told Qinghuan to guard her master well before she went out, but she ran to hide again like last night.

"Zhu Zhiyi, the beloved of Mingcui Palace, intends to humiliate himself, demote himself to a palace maid, and send it to Yong'an Palace."

Yong'an Palace, since the proton came, has become a cold palace, no one cares, and the door is full of birds. Is the emperor going to abandon himself forever? As soon as her hand was released, Zhu Zhiyi fell back on the bed, sobbed in a low voice, and then laughed unscrupulously.

No one has a dream, and she is not worthy of this high monarch. Slowly picked up the medicine on the ground, and the broken knee struggled to support Qingmeng's body.

"Concubine, I'll go and decoct the medicine for you."

"No need, I'm not as good as you now, I'm Zhu Zhiyi, the palace maid of Yong'an Palace, and I'm no longer Ji Hongduo's lover Zhu Zhiyi! Qingmeng, finally thank you, send me to Yong'an Palace, I'm enough of this Mingcui Palace! ”

Liu Wan never thought that one day there would be people in this Yong'an Palace.

When she saw Zhu Zhiyi for the first time, there were several eye-catching red marks on her small chin, and her already pale face looked even worse at this time. There was blood on the clothes, presumably from the wrists on the hands.

"Slave, see the beloved."

Liu Wan held Fei Yi with one hand and knelt on the ground. With the other hand, Yan Nanting was pulled behind him, afraid that he would collide with Zhu Zhiyi, and that Zhu Zhiyi would hurt him.

I don't know why, Zhu Zhiyi squeezed out a pale smile.

"What a good person and a bad person, I am also a palace maid in Yong'an Palace now, find a place for me to live."

When she first heard this, Liu Wan was a little surprised, and raised her eyes and looked at Zhu Zhiyi in a daze for a long time. It wasn't until it was confirmed that she had indeed been demoted that she knew that the bloody wind in the palace was already coming.

During the three days when Zhu Zhiyi first arrived in Yong'an Palace, Qingmeng came to see her every day and changed her dressing. But the wound on his hand never healed, and the next day it opened again.

"Is it that the people in the hospital are bullying me and taking some bad medicine?"

Qingmeng was extremely sad, and their days had not gone smoothly since the comet fell from the sky. Zhu Zhiyi had no suspicion at all, and only untied the gauze every day by Qingmeng, applied medicine and wrapped it.

On the fourth day, Qingmeng came very early, and the door of Zhu Zhiyi's room had not yet opened. Liu Wan told the child to the nurse, and picked up a broom to clean up the fallen leaves last night. If it weren't for the plaque of Yong'an Palace hanging on the gate, this scene would be exactly the appearance of people in the market getting up early.

Qingmeng didn't come in, she handed over a small burden to Liu Wan, asked her to hand it over to Zhu Zhiyi, and turned around and left.

That day, Zhu Zhiyi did not agree with Liu Wan to help her change the dressing, but just took the burden in. In Yong'an Palace, she is like an invisible person, never talking to people, and even eating is sent to her by Liu Wan every day.

"Shhh

Liu Wan heard a painful sound of inhaling cool air from her mouth in Zhu Zhiyi's room, why was it so painful? Liu Wan carried the food box and secretly looked inside through the window lattice.

She finally knew why Zhu Zhiyi's injuries had been bad, not because the people in the hospital were too deceitful, but because she was picking up the healing wounds every day. However, they are not familiar enough to ask Liu Wan why. When there was no movement inside, Liu Wan knocked on the door.

For the rest of July, Zhu Zhiyi moved a chair every day and sat at the gate of Yong'an Palace, always staring ahead. She seems to be waiting for someone, who are she waiting for? Dreaming?

No one knew, and no one interfered with her. In the eyes of the people of Yong'an Palace, she is still a former beloved. In August, Zhu Zhiyi's wound still did not heal. The whole person became weaker and weaker, and there was no blood on her thin lips, but she still moved a chair and sat at the gate of the palace to look.

Later, I didn't have the strength to move the chair, so I simply sat on the steps and waited.

Waited and waited, waited until Zhou Shang Palace.

"Spread the message of the queen's mother, Shi Zhu Zhiyi, the maid of Yong'an Palace, was transferred to serve in the Huanyi Bureau."

After Zhou Shanggong left, Zhu Zhiyi knelt on the ground and didn't get up for a long time. At sunset, her figure was stretched long, long.

"Otherwise, go and persuade!"

Yan Nanting's nurse looked pitiful and said to Liu Wan.

But Liu Wan still felt that she and Zhu Zhiyi had nothing to say, so she lowered her head and smiled, and said, "Persuade people, I am the worst." ”

"Do you still have candles? I'm running out of money! This is the first thing Zhu Zhiyi said to them in half a month.

"Yes! Yes! ”

The nurse hugged Yan Nanting and went to the cabinet to find three candles for Zhu Zhiyi.

Zhu Zhiyi smiled miserably, not knowing who she was talking to: "There really is." ”

Liu Wan came back from scrubbing the floor, and the nurse told her about Zhu Zhiyi's visit casually. Liu Wan didn't care about it at first, but just hugged Fei Yi and blew the wind under the corridor.

"It's cool at night, come back!"

The nurse beckoned Liu Wan to come back, and also glanced sideways at Zhu Zhiyi's house, the three candles were really bright, and the nurse couldn't help but sigh.

Liu Wan got up and saw that the nurse was looking at Zhu Zhiyi's house, and she also took a look.

"Oh my God! The water is gone, the Yong'an Palace is water! ”

This night, the entire palace was alarmed by the incident of Yong'an Palace. Even the Queen Mother, who doesn't ask about the gossip in the palace on weekdays, rushed over. Although it is no different from the cold palace here, after all, there is a proton of Qi lived, and if he has a good one, it will be another Qi Wei war that cannot be contained.

"How's it going, Emperor?"

The Queen Mother thought that she would come quickly, but when she approached Yong'an Palace, she found that Ji Hongduo was already standing in the courtyard.

"Zhu Zhiyi, ...... dead"

"Is that the concubine of the Zhu Situ family?"

Compared with the safety of Qi Guo's proton, Zhu Zhiyi's death did not seem to cause too many ripples.

Ji Hongduo nodded, his eyes were a little wandering, as if he was looking for something.

Although she is a concubine, she is also Zhu Min's only daughter. Besides, the mourning family heard that during this period of time, he was also running around, and proposed a way to delay the payment of civil officials, which solved your urgent need and offended many civil officials, and it can be regarded as a meritorious service for you, so it should not chill his heart. ”

The Queen Mother's meaning was already very clear, and Ji Hongduo could hear it clearly. Worried that the Queen Mother was old and cold at night, he was busy asking Chenghai to send the Queen Mother back to the palace to rest.

"The beloved Zhu Zhiyi died on the sixth day of August in the seventh year of Tiancheng, and was ordered by the Queen Mother: the beloved Zhu Zhiyi is virtuous and virtuous, and the palace is styled. The death of Erxue is deeply mourned, and it is advisable to posthumously be named Mrs. Wen Shu. ”

When Empress Jinghui examined Zhu Zhiyi's body, she found that her wounds had not healed, and there were new wounds that had been repeatedly punctured. I probably understood something in my heart, and after finishing her funeral, it was already late at night when I returned to Qifeng Palace.

Mrs. Murong Yueqing, the eighth son Zhu Chizhi, sent Jinghui back to the palace all the way.

"This Zhu Zhiyi is also a good blessing, and after he died, he was promoted to two grades in a row and given a title."

Before Jing Hachiko's words could be spoken, Mrs. Dun secretly tugged at her sleeve, she knew that she had said the wrong thing, and she wanted to make up for it.

"It's a pity that the people are gone, what's the use of these things?"

Drawing a snake to add to the foot, Jing Hui stopped, glared at Jing Bazi angrily, and reprimanded: "She is gone, you are talking in front of this palace, are you deliberately letting others talk about the lack of strict governance of this palace?" She was a sister of Bengong for five years, and now she is dead, and Bengong is sad in her heart and can't speak! Are you sharp-toothed? It's useless to chase the seal, and after a hundred years, you won't even have someone to offer incense, so you will know if it's useful. ”

Zhu Chizhi knelt on the ground when she heard this: "The mother is angry, the concubine knows her mistakes, and she will never say more in the future." ”

"Respect the eight sons of the palace concubine, be grounded for one month, and be punished for three months, in order to set an example!"

Mrs. Dun helped Jing Wei to continue walking, and Zhu Chizhi knelt alone in the wind and sobbed.

In Qifeng Palace, Youzhi prepared hot tea to warm up the two masters.

"This palace told you, stupid and dull people are not suitable for survival in the palace, this Zhu Chizhi is smart, and sooner or later he will harm others and himself."

"Yes, Yueqing wrote it down!"

"In addition, Zhu Zhiyi's death is not so simple, there are more and more people in this palace who have ideas."

Jing Hui said, took a sip of hot tea, and sighed softly.