Back in the room, she finally didn't have to endure it anymore, Wanying lay on the quilt and cried. She embedded her face deep in the quilt so that she could vent her grievances.

I don't know how long it took, but I saw that my shoulders gradually stopped rising and falling, and Wanying straightened up, only to find that her waist was sore and her legs were numb. A pair of pear blossoms sat on the edge of the bed with rain and closed their eyes gloomily. She wondered if if she had closed her eyes, would the tears stop flowing. However, the endless tears still flowed from her heart, drowning Wanying in the country of Qianlize.

Floating on the wet and salty sadness, Wanying wept and asked herself, "Is this fate?"

Thinking of this, her body began to sink gradually, and sadness flooded Wanying's body. Wanying stopped struggling and allowed herself to fall in grief. The surging sadness did not pass through Wanying's mouth and eyes, Wanying stretched out her hand, and her long water sleeves rippled out a kelp-like ripple in the long river of sadness, and then held down her broken heart. The water-colored jacket and the light cyan dress bloomed into a poisonous flower in the sorrow, the stamen dripped with seductive juice, a drop of juice dripped in the graceful sorrow, and the original water-colored sadness turned into boiling magma.

Wan Ying sat in the tumbling hot lava, motionless, allowing the lava to drown itself.

"Girl, the skirt is on fire......"

Wanying opened her eyes, and Aunt Bitong took a wet towel and slapped Wanying's skirt vigorously. Wanying was not surprised, and was at the mercy of Aunt Bitong.

"Girl, fortunately, it's winter, the girl wears thick clothes, if this is burned in summer, how can it be good?" Aunt Bitong extinguished the fire, looked at the gray and black burn mark on the hem of her skirt, and said anxiously.

Wanying sat on the edge of the bed stupidly, thinking to herself: "If this life can only pass by, it is better to return to reincarnation early." However, how can such sad words be easily said.

Aunt Bitong had long seen Wanying's abnormality, looked at Wanying's tears, and sighed faintly in her heart: The marriage of the emperor's family, even Prince Rong himself can't control it, how can it be something that a little palace maid can control. If it was something else, another man, he might be able to help her. It's just that the queen mother likes the concubine of the Hou family of Wu'an, this is something that everyone in the palace knows. This girl doesn't love General He, who is good, how can she fall in love with Prince Rong at first sight.

"Girl, relax a little, in a lifetime, I have met thousands of people, and the girl wants to open up." Aunt Bitong used her hands to straighten the messy hair that stood on Wanying's face.

When Wanying heard Aunt Bitong's words, her tears were like a flood that broke her mouth, pouring out for thousands of miles. hugged Aunt Bitong and endured the sobs in her heart.

"If the girl wants to cry, cry out, the concubine is kind-hearted and won't blame you."

Wanying still buried her face in Aunt Bitong's cotton shirt and endured the sound of sobbing.

After a long time, Wanying sobbed and asked: "I looked for him for several lifetimes, and I waited for him for several lifetimes......

"The girl's heart, Bitong knows, the bedside lamp knows, and the fire in the furnace also knows......"

"Auntie, is it really just like that? Wanying was unwilling to ......"

"Girl, everything is fate, not at all, if you and the prince pass by, it is also the fate of your life, if it is not also the creation of your previous life...... Creation makes people, why don't you cultivate the cultivation of this life...... "Aunt Bitong originally just wanted Wanying to want to open a little, but she didn't expect it to really come to Wanying's heart.

"Yes, if this life is really a passing calamity, it must be because of my lack of cultivation in my previous life, if Wanying's life is still wasted, we will still pass by in the next life......"

"Concubine Fang Cai called me in and sent a thing...... "Aunt Bitong didn't want Wanying to be bored in the house and think nonsense, so she sent her own affairs to Wanying and asked her to go out and walk around.

"Concubine ......" Wanying is like a life-saving straw grasped in drowning. A lamp of hope was lit in my heart: Concubine Guigui worships Buddha all the year round, and I am now living in Rongshou Palace, is it that God asked Concubine Guigui to enlighten me? It's okay, from now on, An An has been practicing with the concubine for a long time, and it is not in vain to cultivate the creation of the next life.

Aunt Bitong saw that Wanying was slightly relieved, and put a ginseng box in Wanying's hand and said, "It just so happens that in the annual case in our palace this year, there is a good Changbai mountain ginseng, which has grown into a doll, and the concubine herself doesn't need it, so let me send it to the concubine." It's okay to do this time, you go, and meet the concubine by the way. ”

Presumably Wanying is the concubine's daughter, and Aunt Bitong also knows about it, so she has this move. However, Wanying was full of loss at this time, and she had no intention of climbing with Concubine Dong'an.

"This ginseng has grown into a doll for 800 years, and such a superb ginseng concubine keeps it for herself, which is also the intention of the Internal Affairs Office." Wan Ying looked at the preciousness of ginseng and said.

"Silly girl, the concubine is a person who worships the Buddha, this ginseng has grown into a human form, if the concubine uses it, wouldn't it be bad for her practice? The concubine is not very good these days, and this ginseng is the best to use at this time. ”

Wanying remembered that a few days ago, in the imperial dining room, the palace maids said in private, 'The current Yangshou of the concubine Niangniang is all based on ginseng. And now it looks like it's so.

"Concubine Niangniang, this is the cultivation of transcendent beings." Wanying said.

"You just need to know about it, and it's right and wrong to spread it." Aunt Bitong still didn't feel at ease and explained Wanying.

Even if Aunt Bitong doesn't confess, Wanying won't leak half a word, since Aunt Bitong has explained, Wanying won't say it even if she is killed.

"For these ginseng roots, the stewards and eunuchs of the Imperial Pharmacy and the Pavilion Department almost fought." Aunt Bitong said.

Wanying looked at Aunt Bitong suspiciously, and didn't dare to ask why.

"Concubine Dong'an only said that she would treat the concubine well, and the hospital did her best, but in the past few years, there were many bandits on the Dongbei Road, and the ginseng tributes sent to the palace several times were robbed by the bandits halfway. Now all the ginseng is locked up in the storeroom of the Pavilion Department. The eunuch of the Pavilion Department only said that there was no whole reference in the concubine's share, so he refused to give it. The imperial pharmacy ran on the ginseng of the concubine and despised the Lord; The Pavilion Department complained that the royal pharmacy dog was nosy with rats. The minions on both sides were vindictive, and the imperial doctors were caught in the middle in vain, and they didn't even dare to prescribe medicine. Aunt Bitong whispered with the power of the flames.

Wanying thought to herself, there is such an inside. Poor concubine, even if Hua Tuo is alive, there is no medicine.

Wanying was simple and young, she only thought of the surface layer, and silently felt sorry for Concubine Liu in her heart. The deep meaning in Aunt Bitong's words was not felt at all.

Aunt Bitong actually complained a little about Concubine Dong'an: Although the Pavilion Department and the Imperial Pharmacy are on the same page, Concubine Dong'an is on top, and if orders are given to both sides, both sides will definitely do so. Or take out the ginseng you have saved to treat Concubine Liu, which is not unreasonable. Now Concubine Dong'an stays by Concubine Liu's bedside every day, and the concubine has to use ginseng every day, and she can't send it every day, so she sends it every other day and every other day, and the rest is secretly handed in at night. I was obviously giving ginseng, so I was as sneaky as stealing ginseng, hiding in Tibet.

"It's getting late, you go. I'll go see the concubine. ”

"Well, I'll go."

Wanying understood the kindness of the concubine and Aunt Bitong. Holding the ginseng box and walking to the concubine's room.