Yongzhang's worries disappeared because of the birth of the fourth daughter of the emperor, but fortunately, Eniang gave birth to a little princess this time, otherwise he would have to have another old enemy. Yes, the same mother, it seems to be the same. But in fact, it is a fact that Eniang is not optimistic about herself is already difficult to change.

My heart hurts, and the painful Yongzhang is full of hatred, once upon a time, Eniang was all his hope. Even if he was raised by the side of the imperial concubine in the past, he only wanted Eniang, and he was looking forward to Eniang returning to him. But it turned out that all this was just his own deep affection. After all, it's useless.

"My son asks E-niang for saying goodbye, and congratulates E-niang on giving birth to the fourth emperor sister safely." Endured the pain in his heart, Yongzhang walked into the inner bed of Zhongcui Palace with a smile on his face, and saluted Concubine Chun affectionately.

Su Wanrong was leaning on the cushion and was looking at her little daughter beside her in a daze. Seeing that Yongzhang was coming, a smile couldn't help but appear on his pale face: "Hurry up, it's very cold on the ground." In fact, she knew that she was blessed to be able to give birth to a daughter. But I don't know why, every time I hear the little princess, the fourth emperor sister, with the word gender like this, she feels extremely piercing.

Maybe she was too sensitive, the moment Su Wanrong saw her daughter's face, she felt that the position of the concubine was already the end of this life, and if she wanted to be promoted, she would have to mourn after death like Emperor Huixian's concubine. There is some desolation in my heart, but there is only joy on my face. Su Wanrong summoned Yongzhang to come closer, and said with a smile: "Come and take a look at your fourth sister, who has a small nose and a small mouth, and has a little resemblance to you when you were young." ”

"Really?" Yongzhang was overjoyed, and walked forward quickly: "The fourth sister is really cute and cute, and people like it when they see it." In the future, it will definitely be like the beauty of a mother. His face tightened slightly, and Yongzhang was a little envious: "It's a pity that the fourth sister can be raised by Eniang's side, but the son can't." ”

Su Wanrong gently stretched out her hand and patted the back of Yongzhang's hand: "If you want Eniang, you are more blessed than your sixth brother and fourth sister." You are the child who has been with E-Niang the longest and has the highest hopes for E-Niang. ”

Yongzhang was deliberately puzzled and wondered: "Don't E-niang like the sixth brother?" The son sees that he is smart and strong, well-behaved and sensible, and he will definitely be successful when he grows up. ”

"Yes." Su Wanrong was infinitely indignant: "No matter how good your sixth brother is, he is also indifferent to Eniang." In his heart, the queen is the mother of his relatives. Now the queen's dragon fetus is more than five months old, and Eniang looks at it, it must be a little brother. Even if the queen loves Yongying, she is not biological. So...... What Yongying's life is, it is not something that E-Niang can control at all.

It's you, you were born in the thirteenth year of Yongzheng, and you will be twelve in the blink of an eye. It won't be long before the emperor will arrange a marriage for you, reward you with a house, and let you participate in the affairs of the court, so that you can compete with the eldest brother. E-Niang said a selfish word, the harem is half of the world, the mother is more expensive than the son, and the son is honored by the mother, which is closely related. E-Niang doesn't count on you, who can you count on? ”

Although Yongzhang understood this truth, when the words came out of Eniang's mouth, he still felt very sad and unpleasant. It turned out that he was counting on it before there was Yongying, or rather, he was counting on it after Yongying was not good. In this way, it doesn't matter whether he has a chance or not, what matters is whether there is Yongying or not.

Let's say that Eniang obviously told herself that if she wants to make a difference, she can't do without the help of her sister-in-law. Yongzhang also understood that the road would be much more difficult for a child without Eniang, so the smile on his face softened a lot: "My son thanks Eniang's teachings, he will definitely work hard and fight for Eniang." ”

"That's good." It's not that Su Wanrong didn't see Yongzhang's thoughts, but she was a little tired of it. Intrigue with others, and it's just a matter of life and death if you calculate. It's just that his own son is also calculating like this, how can he not make people sad. Maybe this is the retribution for her many evils. "What day is it?"

Yongzhang took his eyes off the fourth sister's face, slightly revealing sadness: "It's the sky today, don't you remember E-niang?" ”

"Oh." Su Wanrong lowered her eyelids and muttered, "Time flies so fast, in a blink of an eye, the imperial concubine has been gone for a whole year." But how do I feel that she has always been there? ”

Panyu pushed open the door of Chu Xiu's palace that had been closed for a long time, and slowly walked in. Ye Lan behind him was about to follow in, but was stopped by her: "This palace wants to be quiet alone, don't bother me." ”

"Yes." Ye Lan led the group to retreat, leaving Concubine Xian here alone.

He didn't speak, but he choked up first. Panyu didn't know that she would miss the imperial concubine so much. "You know how lonely I am when you're gone. I want to find someone to fight, steam anger, or not have a fight. You're good, you're a hundred, but what about me? On the one hand, I have to suffer from loneliness and loneliness, and on the other hand, I have to think about all the bad things you used to have, do you know how tired I am? ”

opened the imperial concubine's former jewelry box, and it was full of things she had brought before. The jewel glass hairpin, the peacock does not shake the screen, the flower flies and the butterfly is golden, and the pearl tassel presses the sideburns. Almost every ornament, she vaguely remembers, can recall the imperial concubine when wearing these gorgeous crowns.

In fact, without these things to make up, she is still the most beautiful woman in the Forbidden City. A pair of black rocky eyes alone is enough to make people obsessed. Except for her, I have never seen such a breathtaking gaze. "Why didn't you just say go and leave me alone?"

"Or else? If the mother is so reluctant, why don't you go on the road with the imperial concubine? ”

The voice was familiar, and when she turned around, she already had a dagger pointed at her neck. "Bilan, it's really you."

"Who else would it be if it wasn't me?" Bi Lan smiled coldly, but did not make a sound. "Concubine Xian, if it wasn't for my mercy that day, you would have died a long time ago. Since you are not dead, and you have achieved the position of the imperial concubine before her death, what do you have to be content with, and what else do you have to cry about. Why do you want to come here and disturb the ghost of the imperial concubine? You know, the Imperial Concubine doesn't want to see you at all? ”

"Maybe you're right." Panyu did not look afraid: "This palace often thinks that if the person who goes is not the imperial concubine but me, then today, she will definitely come to my palace to cry." It's not for the sake of the side, it's just to vent the sorrow in my heart. If you think that killing me can avenge the imperial concubine, you can do it. Actually, when I saw that the jewelry box was spotless, and there were a lot of things in the box, I knew you were still here. Aren't you also reluctant to give up this place, and can't let go of your memories? ”

Bi Lan shook her head lightly, her eyes were extremely sharp: "Concubine Xian is wrong, it's true that the slave and maid can't give up here, but what the slave can't give up is not a memory, but hatred." If the imperial concubine's revenge is not avenged for a day, I will not leave, even if I die, I am willing. ”

"So what are you waiting for?" Panyu took a step closer, and felt that the tip of the knife was pierced in his neck, but there was no pain. "It's good if you kill me, maybe the emperor will miss the old love and never forget me. Or give me the honor of mourning after death, and be able to compare with the imperial concubine again. She was just a maid of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but she rose to become an imperial concubine, such a gift is not available to everyone. Actually, you don't know how much I envy her. I'd rather be her. ”

"Don't stand and talk, your back hurts......" Bi Lan's words fell, and he heard footsteps outside the door. Instinctively, she put away the dagger and quickly hid it in her arms.

"Li Yu?" Bi Lan was surprised: "Why are you here?" ”

"The slave was ordered by the emperor to send the memorial poem written by the emperor himself to the bedroom of the imperial concubine." Li Yubi respectfully presented a thin piece of paper in his hand to Concubine Xian.

Pan Yu took it and slowly glanced at it, the familiar handwriting was really from the emperor's hand. It's just that where the pen turns and falls, there is no longer the determination and neatness of the past, and some are reluctant to be nostalgic, sad, and not remembrance. "The bottom of the matter is confused, and I think about it."

"Niangniang, if there is no other command, the slave will retire first." Li Yu looked at Concubine Xian, who was in tears, and she really didn't know what to say. He couldn't understand how deep the grievances between Xian Guifei and the imperial concubine were, and he didn't understand why Xian Guifei still burst into tears when he mentioned the imperial concubine.

"Go ahead." Concubine Xian handed the paper in her hand to Bi Lan: "You take it for the imperial concubine, this is not just a piece of paper, but the emperor's inseparable affection for him." ”

Bi Lan's eyes were red, and she knelt down softly: "Niangniang, did you hear me?" Your Majesty, he has never forgotten you, never. ”

Panyu was distressed when she cried, but she didn't know whether she was crying for the imperial concubine or this useless self.

"Concubine Xian, please stay." Bi Lan wiped away her tears and asked resolutely: "Whose hand did my mother lose, do you know Xian Guifei?" ”

didn't make a sound, Panyu still walked forward unhurriedly.

"I'm a slave and a maid, for the sake of many years of love, can you help the slave and maid?" Bi Lan's wailing voice pierced her heart, in order to get close to the Queen Mother. "Only you can help the slave maid, the revenge of the imperial concubine, the slave and maid must be avenged!"

"Hitting a stone with an egg is beyond your strength." Pan Yu said contemptuously: "The queen can't shake the queen mother in the slightest, just rely on you, how much ability do you think you have." I'm afraid that you will already lose your breath before you enter Cining Palace. ”

"What's the point of dying?" Bi Lan did not loosen his bite. "Slaves are not afraid."

"Death is worth dying, otherwise no one will pity you." Pan Yu frowned and lowered his voice: "If you don't save your life, you may not be able to wait for many things." Stop rambling. ”

Bi Lan's eyes suddenly lit up, and she seemed to understand something: "Thank you for the teachings of Concubine Xian, the slave and maid are waiting, they must wait." ”