The elderly grandmother said: "At the moment of dying a year ago, I am afraid that I will not be able to have the title of posthumous seal, and the poor concubine will not even enjoy this mourning." It's a pity, it's a ”

Ziwei Divine Palace has always been like this, all the low-level concubines who have passed away can be promoted to another level after death, to show that the deceased is great, and the rest are extremely sad.

"Now that the emperor has ascended the throne, the Dafeng harem has been promoted by one level that year, and it has been ten years, and she is still a concubine."

The old lady said with a smug look on her face just now: "How long have you been in the palace, what do you know?" Thinking that the concubine was a jade concubine who was used to the harem, just because she had a problem with the first emperor on the day of canonization, the first emperor withdrew the title in anger, and even the golden book was torn. ”

"Cooked ducks can fly away, so it can be seen that the concubine is unlucky."

"If you talk about concubines in private, you can ask about whipping." The speaker was Aunt Bitong who had just stepped into the door frame.

When a few grandmothers saw Aunt Bitong's extraordinary costumes, they also knew that they were high-class palace maids, and they were so frightened that they closed their mouths for a long time. Aunt Bitong placed the basket containing the paper money beside Wanying. Then he turned around and said, "The grandmothers have been talking for a long time, and there is tea in the side room." ”

At this time, the grandmother had already put away the teasing just now, changed her stammering face, and said flatteringly: "Not tired, not tired, this is the duty of slaves and maids." The concubine ascended to Bliss early, and the palace could also be auspicious early. ”

Aunt Bitong pulled Wanying into the Anle Hall, pointed to a few old women and said: "Since you are not tired or thirsty, just work hard, the sacrifices outside the door are really not presentable, wet and dirty, dirty, and a few have rotten holes.

When a few old women heard this, they remembered the turmoil last night, and hurriedly went out from the warm room and worked honestly.

Aunt Bitong ignored it and still added paper to the brazier with Wanying.

After a while, the sky was getting brighter, and Wan Ying stood up and looked out the door, just as a familiar figure was coming in the direction of Anle Hall. In a panic of surprise, he lowered his head unconsciously. Yu Guang saw the man stepping into the hall, and buried his head even deeper.

"Prince Rong Wan'an." The people around him stood up and saluted.

Prince Rong saw Wanying next to him at a glance, "It's you?" You're here too?" It was as if the two had known each other for a long time.

"The slave and maid came to send the concubine."

He looked at Wanying with affection, as if he wanted to say a thousand words. The surrounding people all knelt on the ground, waiting for him to say that he would be excused.

Wanying only cared about the surprise and forgot about humility, and Aunt Bitong quietly reached out and pulled the corner of Wanying's clothes.

Wan Ying was slightly blessed, and said in her mouth: "Prince Rong Wanfu Jin'an." ”

"No courtesy."

Only then did everyone get up. Wanying also breathed a sigh of relief.

He was still dressed in white. A neat bundle of hair with a silver crown on it. Respectfully stepped forward and lit a stick of incense, then kowtowed, got up and left.

Several bearded people said in unison: "Congratulations to Prince Rong." ”

Wan Ying and Aunt Bi Tong knelt down again.

Wanying's sadness yesterday was superimposed on the loss of the moment, and she stood in the mourning hall again, and the boundless grief smashed into her heart: he was gone like this......

Thinking of this, tears 'fluttered' down, and his heart was extremely sad: he probably didn't like himself very much, otherwise he wouldn't even give himself a goodbye look. Or simply unrequited love.

A heart of lovesickness, to this point, is really exhausted, Wanying's heart is like a knife twisted and mourning the sorrow of the concubine, tears fell down.

Not long after Prince Rong left, more than a dozen women in plain clothes surrounded Concubine Dong'an, who was dressed in white and had no hairpins and no ornaments, into the hall. Behind them, several people who looked like concubines and maids followed, and all of a sudden, the originally empty Anle Hall was crowded.

Wan Ying and Aunt Bi Tong were squeezed into a corner. The concubine's eyes were already red and swollen, and heavy tear stains covered her bloodless face, perhaps because of the vigil, her lips were blue from the cold. On his head, he had a slightly disheveled bun with a white chrysanthemum made of paper. Although he didn't cry loudly, the low crying voice broke his liver and intestines, which made everyone present cry and see it sad. As the ceremony progressed, he fainted several times, and he was barely supported by the people next to him.

After the ceremony, Wan Ying and Aunt Bi Tong came out of the side door, and when they stepped out of the peace hall, they could still hear the crying inside. Although she was not posthumously sealed, Wanying knew that the concubine would not care about these vain things. The sisters released their previous suspicions, and the concubine at least had no regrets.

There are always many unsatisfactory places in the world, and there are also those suffocating dignity and humility. But there will be no Elysium, the concubine has ascended to Bliss, and I believe that the concubine will not be wronged there. Thinking of this, I was slightly relieved from the depression accumulated yesterday.

Passing by the gate of the Spring Palace, I couldn't help but stand and look inside, I don't know how Wanyun is doing lately, what is Qiu Li busy with now? When I turned my head, I saw that my aunt had already walked away, so I had to follow quickly.

Walking through the Yingchun Palace, I suddenly saw a vein of living water flowing out of the Yingchun Palace, so I asked Aunt Bitong. My aunt stopped and said, "This water is called Yuquan River, and it is a river that is artificially repaired from the Vientiane Mountain behind Ziwei Shrine. ”

Because it is hot spring water, there is no ice in the river in the ten winter months, and there is no snow on both banks, and the green, fat, red and thin are also lush.

Aunt Bitong saw that Wanying liked it, so she said, "You can go back along the Yuquan River, but it takes some effort." ”

Walking along the path next to the Yuquan River in the direction of the northwest place, it was still dark when I came out just now, and I saw that there were really scenes everywhere in the Ziwei Shrine. The Yuquan River is slightly filled with white smoke, like a dream, and the silver stream is murmuring, and it is the most moving in the world wrapped in silver.

However, there is a wooden slate bridge in a few dozen steps, the jagged and rough workmanship can be seen to imitate nature at a glance, and the faint fragrance of yellow rosewood shows the low-key luxury of the royal family. Cross the bridge to the opposite bank. A few dozen steps further, a small pond has been deposited here after the shallow water of the murmuring water twists and turns. Leaning against a pavilion by the pool. The golden roof of Stanley is no different from other pavilions in the palace, only because of the water, so elegant.

Wanying took a closer look, and the name of this pavilion was Rong Ting. There is a cloud in "Shangshu": "There is Rong De Naida" must be the origin of the name of the pavilion.

Pacing into the pavilion, a stone table in the middle, there is a carved Hehan chessboard on the stone table, a small drawer on each side of the stone ring, open it to see that there are chess pieces neatly arranged. Looking around, this pavilion faces the water on three sides, and the beauty of the wood carving leans on the water, which is the most good place to go fishing. It's a pity that she is no longer a daughter now, how can the huge Ziwei Divine Palace allow a humble palace maid to fish leisurely and settle down pleasantly? I don't have the interest to think about it.

"Further on is Mianshou Bridge, out for half a day."

After listening to Aunt Bitong's words, the two left Rong Ting and walked along the stone road next to them. Before arriving at Mianshou Bridge, I saw a handsome figure standing by the bridge. It's still the same white dress.

Aunt Bitong curtsy and saluted: "Lord Jin'an." ”