The Jade Zen Hall is located in the southeast of the Imperial Palace, with a main hall and two side halls. The main hall of the Jade Zen Hall is dedicated to the gods and Buddhas of all parties, while the two side halls on the left and right of the Jade Zen Hall are dedicated to the deceased. The difference is that the left side hall is dedicated to the ancestors of the Nangong clan of the Dayue royal family, while the right side hall is dedicated to the deceased concubines.

Today coincides with the death day of the deceased's retreat, and Concubine Ning Xian and Nangong Heng are paying tribute in the right side of the Jade Zen Palace.

"Sister Jing, today is your death day, and this palace has brought Heng'er to see you." Concubine Ning Xian said, and inserted the incense lit in her hand into the incense burner in front of the tablet.

"Heng'er is now able to take charge of himself, and the emperor also praises him for his ability, if you know it, you can rest assured." Concubine Ning Xian said as she spoke, as if she was very emotional, tears flashed in her eyes, she picked up the handkerchief in her hand and gently tucked the corners of her eyes.

"Concubine Ning has a heart." Seeing this, Nangong Heng stood aside and arched his hand.

"Silly boy, look at what you say. The palace has always regarded Jingyi as its own sister, and it is also appropriate to come to worship her this time. For quite a few years, Bengong and Jingyi are like sisters, and they are very enviable in this palace. When they have nothing to do, they chant poems together, drink tea and play chess, and play the piano and strings. Life in the palace is so lonely, and it is really unhappy to have someone to accompany you. Concubine Ning Xian said, raising her hand to caress her heart, her expression was quite sentimental, "It's a pity that the sky is jealous and red-faced, and I can't help it." When Bengu remembered those past events, he couldn't help but feel sad. ”

"Concubine Ning, don't be too sad, you haven't been feeling well these days, so go back and rest early." Nangong Heng said with concern.

Concubine Ning Xian was very relieved to see Nangong Heng thinking about her like this, but she no longer shirked, and said, "Okay, this palace will go back to Yanqing Hall first." You can talk to Jingyi here for a while. After Concubine Ning Xian finished speaking, she inserted the yellow chrysanthemum she brought into the celadon vase, and after fiddling with it a little, she left with her maidservant Yunqing first.

"Erchen respectfully sends Concubine Ning." Nangong Heng bowed and said respectfully.

After Concubine Ning Xian walked away, Nangong Heng straightened up and lowered his arms. He looked at Concubine Ning Xian's distant back, and his eyes were gloomy. He turned and walked to the edge of the celadon vase, his eyes staring at the bouquet of flowers with a gloomy and fierce color. He then reached out and pulled a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums out of the vase, and threw it to the ground. The weak yellow petals were scattered all over the ground in an instant, shattered and depressed.

Fortunately, there are not many people who come to the Jade Zen Hall on weekdays, and Liu Yuanzhi's silk handkerchief is lying quietly on the edge of the futon at the moment, and Han Yue finally relieved himself when he saw it, so he picked up the handkerchief and received it in his arms. When she was about to return to the Hua Palace, she passed by the right side hall of the Jade Chan Palace, and Nangong Heng's actions happened to fall into her eyes. She looked down at the white wooden hibiscus in the bamboo basket she was carrying, she hesitated for a long time, and finally walked towards the right side hall.

Nangong Heng stood motionless in front of the spiritual seat of meditation, mourning, and his whole body was filled with endless sadness. Just as he was in a state of inextricable sorrow, he saw a pair of slender jade hands insert a bundle of pure and white wood hibiscus into the celadon vase in front of him. Immediately, a vague fragrance of magnolia flowers overflowed the tip of his nose, Nangong Heng turned sideways, and the cold moon in plain clothes came into his eyes.

"The slave has seen the king." The cold moon salutes according to the rules.

"There is no one now, so there is no need to be restrained." Nangong Heng looked at Han Yue and said, his tone of voice also softened a little. Strange to say, the appearance of the cold moon seemed to be like a gust of wind blowing, dispelling a lot of anger in his heart, and the quiet fragrance of magnolia flowers also seemed to have a strange magic, which could heal people's hearts.

Nangong Heng glanced at the wood hibiscus in the bottle, and said with memories in his eyes, "My mother's favorite thing is this frost-repellent flower when she was alive, and she always praised it for being noble and arrogant, elegant and ethereal, pure and plain. I remember that my mother once took me to see the frost-resisting flowers by the Taiye Pool, and when the flowers bloomed, they were sparkling and shadowy, reflecting each other, which was particularly pleasing to the eye. ”

After being silent for a long time, Nangong Heng said to Han Yue, "Thank you." ”

Nangong Heng is the noble prince of the Dayue Dynasty, and only others have thanked Nangong Heng, but now it is upside down, and Han Yue doesn't know how to react for a while.

For some reason, with the cold moon by his side at this moment, Nangong Heng always felt a sense of comfort and peace of mind. Today coincides with the day of meditation, Nangong Heng is depressed in his heart, and his strong heart in the past is rarely a little fragile, and he unconsciously told Hanyue about the past, "I remember that in the past, my mother always told me that she didn't ask me to do anything, and she didn't want me to fight with my brother for anything, she just wanted my life to be simple and smooth, carefree." My peace and joy are her greatest wish in this life. ”

When Han Yue heard this, her expression darkened, "Pity the hearts of parents all over the world." She couldn't help but think of her parents. Why didn't Xiao Rin and Mrs. Xiao think so? The happiness of children is what parents want all their lives. Hanyue has tasted the pain of losing her loved ones, and she can empathize with it at this moment.

Nangong Heng continued, "In the past, I was as innocent and lively as my tenth brother, and under the care of my mother's wings, I didn't know what sorrow was. I thought that life would go on like this forever, but I didn't know! Nangong Heng said, his face couldn't help but be filled with hatred, and his thin lips became more and more cold, "But who knows, the mother concubine fell ill without warning, and she couldn't afford to get sick." ”

"My father sent the best imperial doctor in the palace to treat my mother, but there was still no improvement for a long time, and I could only watch my mother get weaker and weaker day by day. The mother concubine has been sick for a long time, and gradually, the concubines in the palace who are good friends with the mother concubine are also reluctant to visit the mother concubine again, they are afraid that they will be sick when they step into the Yunguang Palace, only Concubine Ning Xian is still as always, willing to come to visit the mother concubine every day. ”

Hearing Nangong Heng say this, Han Yue faintly felt in her heart that the truth of the matter was about to be revealed, and she continued to listen to Nangong Heng with bated breath.

"At that time, I was still young and didn't understand anything, I just felt that others disliked my mother, but Concubine Ning Xian treated my mother well, so she was a good person, and she ran stupidly to tell her father." Nangong Heng said, suddenly laughing self-deprecating and coldly, with a little remorse in his tone, "I'm really stupid to think about it." ”

"I remember it raining so much, so hard that day. The imperial doctor said that the concubine was dying, so Concubine Ning Xian came to Yunguang Hall to see the concubine on her last journey. Concubine Ning Xian instructed Mama Zhang to take me down, and sent away the maids in the palace, saying that she had some considerate words and wanted to talk to her mother. I didn't want to leave my mother's concubine, and after entering the side hall, I had been lying in the corner of the wall and refusing to leave. ”

"How did I know that it was this reason that I learned the truth about my mother's illness." Nangong Heng took a deep breath, as if he was mentally prepared to go and uncover the scars.

Nangong Heng's eyes were deep, reflecting the candlelight in the Jade Zen Hall, faint and unknown, "Concubine Ning Xian saw that her mother was already weak at that time, and she couldn't even speak. Thinking that the mother concubine could no longer pose any threat to her, she no longer hid it, and confessed to her mother what she had done, saying that she wanted her mother to be a ghost. It turned out that the people waiting in the Yunguang Hall had already been secretly bought by Concubine Ning Xian, and she ordered people to give her mother a kind of Western Regions poison called 'Instant Fanghua' every day. Therefore, the poison comes from the Western Regions, and the daily dosage is very small, so it is difficult to find at the beginning, even if the poison occurs later, the imperial doctor of Dayue can't see the slightest clue, and only thinks that the mother concubine died of a strange disease. ”

"I didn't expect Concubine Ning Xian to be such a femme fatale, on the surface, she and her mother pretend to be sisters, but behind the scenes, she is secretly poisoning. I was so angry that I wanted to rush out without thinking about it, but I was covered by Mama Zhang behind me, and she stopped me. I glared at Mama Zhang, not understanding why she wanted to stop me from exposing that bad woman, but I didn't expect to look back at Mama Zhang's tearful face. Nangong Heng said this, unconsciously clenched the fist in his wide sleeve, and there seemed to be crystal tears flashing in his eyes.

"Concubine Ning Xian did all this, in the end, just because she felt that her mother had robbed her of the favor that should have belonged to her." Although Nangong Heng's expression was calm, Han Yue clearly heard a tremor in his voice, and he also clearly felt the monstrous hatred surging under the calm.

Han Yue understands Mama Zhang's hard work, the matter has come to this point, and the death of Jing Xiu Rong is irreparable, but she can't watch her little master go to death, so even if she is not understood by Nangong Heng, even if she is hated by Nangong Heng, she has to stop it desperately.

After listening to Nangong Heng's narration, Han Yue's heart was already cold. I never thought that Concubine Ning Xian and Su Yanyan would be so similar, just because of their own jealousy, they would use the defenseless sincerity of others to do such harmful things, it was really terrible and pathetic! In this world, what is more terrifying than ghosts and gods is really the human heart!

What happened after that, Hanyue can figure it out. Because the emperor felt that Concubine Ning Xian and Jing Xiurong had a deep sisterhood, after Jing Xiurong passed away, he handed Nangong Heng to Concubine Ning Xian, who had no children under his knees. Nangong Heng has also changed from an innocent, simple and lively child to the current evil and scheming appearance. Concubine Ning Xian didn't know that Nangong Heng had already known the truth of the matter back then, and had been playing the role of a good sister and a good mother for many years.

Nangong Heng lowered his eyes, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and a strand of hair hung down on his delicate face like a knife. Han Yue looked at his expression and twitched unconsciously, "The past has passed, and presumably the spirit in the sky who meditates on Rong Niangniang doesn't want to see the prince like this." Han Yue said these words, also from the bottom of his heart, "I believe that the prince will be able to achieve what he wants." ”

Han Yue's soft voice flowed like a trickle of warm water from Nangong Heng's frozen heart, as if it was a timely rain on his desolate heart. In the Jade Zen Palace, the two of them are both fallen people at the end of the world, and they can empathize with each other the most.

"In the past, whenever I was unhappy, my mother would take me to the Yuxiang candied fruit shop in the south of the city to buy some golden dates. Their golden silk dates are as bright as cherry blossoms in color and sweet as honey. Every time I taste that sweet taste, my mood immediately improves. Han Yue's eyebrows curled, "If you are free, you must buy some to taste." ”

obviously remembered his deceased mother, and his heart must be full of bitterness, but he still had to comfort him in turn. Nangong Heng looked at Han Yue's appearance, and couldn't help but soften in his heart. A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, the golden silk dates in the fragrant candied fruit shop in the south of the city may be worth tasting.

I always hear people sigh that a person with a bitter heart needs to be filled with how much sweetness does it take? As everyone knows, this bitter person can be filled with just a trace of sweetness.

That's it.