The flowers in the Yulin Pavilion gradually bloomed and failed, and the withered yellow rotten leaves were spread all over the ground, half-hidden in the soil, and gradually dried by the mountains, like shredded oil paper, deep and shallow mixed in the soil.

The maple leaves of Yushan Mountain in autumn are thick, and the layers of red maple forests on the mountainside are vigorous like wildfires, and the red ones are beautiful.

From time to time, when the clouds are burning, the sky hangs crimson, and the maple forest at the foot of the mountain is reflected by the sunset, and the color becomes more and more intense. The red went straight up to the sky, like fire, and like blood, and it was dazzling.

Since Jiang Taishi brought the falling silver to make such a thing as killing the king, Nan Jingpei no longer came to her Yulin Pavilion.

Xu was frightened that day, and every time she woke up from her dream, her father stood in front of her with a desperate face, his body was full of arrows, and blood was bubbling out of the wound, like a clear spring oozing from the rock wall.

She was in tears and tried her best to wipe it, but she couldn't wipe it clean.

When she dreamed back in the middle of the night, she was horrified, her hands and feet were cold and numb, and a chill invaded her heart and was difficult to suppress.

She trembled with fear, and hurriedly asked Ruixiang to report to the emperor.

But the emperor always excused himself from being busy with government affairs, saying that he would go back to see her later, but this prevarication was just January.

When the emperor didn't come, the Yulin Pavilion was deserted every day, and sometimes she was bored, so she asked Ruixiang to accompany her to walk around the garden of the palace.

Occasionally, I bumped into the emperor who was also walking in the garden, and I bumped into Xu Chongyi accompanying him.

She looked at them from afar, and for a long time, she felt that Xu Chongyi's flattering appearance was very pitiful. Although the emperor was close at hand, his mind did not stay on her for a moment, and in the rockery pavilion, his soul did not know how to float thousands of miles away.

He always looked into the distance with a solemn face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Concubine Xian stared at his hesitant expression, stared at him for a long time, and suddenly remembered the days when he was King Jing.

At that time, he was also so melancholy, always staring blankly at a scene in front of him, looking so obsessive, but his eyes were empty.

Xu Chongyi hadn't been to the Yulin Pavilion to see her for a long time, and sometimes when she saw her, she seemed to be deliberately avoiding something. didn't say a few words, so he left in a hurry.

It's like this again today, just met, and after chatting a few words, Xu Chongyi shirked something again.

Turns out, that's what she said.

Ruixiang stared at the rockery pavilion, sneered, and said, "If it wasn't for the mother who supported her, how could she have the opportunity to serve the emperor?" Now she hides as soon as she sees her mother, and always says that there is something wrong. How can there be so many important things? It's just pestering the emperor all day long. What a white-eyed wolf, ungrateful. ”

She glanced at Ruixiang and said, "You're complaining again." ”

Ruixiang flattened her mouth: "Niangniang, the slave feels worthless for you." ”

Aren't all the people in this palace like this? She's been used to it for a long time. Profit comes, profit is scattered, bustling, and refuses to have more sincerity to anyone. There are many ungrateful people, and they are really cooler than water.

She turned around and didn't want to pay attention to it, after all, this Xu Chongyi was supported by her own hands, if she came forward to accuse her at this time, I am afraid that the emperor would feel that she was uncertain and used Xu Chongyi as a pawn.

She took a few steps like this, and suddenly felt a sour feeling in her stomach, and she was only tired in her throat when she came up, and she couldn't get out there.

Her chest was stuffy, like a big green rock falling, and it all fell her strength.

She suddenly gave up on her feet, leaned over, and fell to the ground.

"Master!" Ruixiang exclaimed.

She raised her head, only to feel that the sun's light was becoming more and more dazzling, and her eyes were white, and she faintly saw Ruixiang leaning over to help her, but she was swaying again. Ruixiang was so close, but the voice sounded so far away. His lips were closed one by one, but he couldn't hear a word clearly.

She sat on the floor for a long time before she woke up.

He had already leaned down to look at her, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead, presumably due to anxiety.

He frowned and put one hand on her elbow: "Ying Qiu, are you okay?" ”

The emperor's voice was soft, and the coquettish coaxing was like a wire, prying all kinds of grievances hidden in her heart, and her nose was sour, and she was about to cry.

But he stretched out his hand, and before she could react, he had already touched her ribs, and held her legs with one hand.

She was a little stunned, and she didn't know that this care was real.

He looked at her and whispered, "Wrap your arms around my neck." ”

She put her arms around his neck and stared at his white jaw.

He walked in a hurry, and the scenery on both sides of him quickly receded, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, running down his sideburns to his jaw, and finally dripping onto his shirt and disappearing.

He stepped into the palace gate of the Yulin Pavilion, and without resting, he gently kicked open the closed palace door, bypassed the cloud-like curtain, and placed her on the couch.

"Tell the Imperial Doctor!" He gave Ruixiang a shout.

She brought Qiu Yue from the palace, and heard that Concubine Xian had an accident early, and she had been waiting in the Yulin Pavilion for a while.

Qiu Yue took a deep breath and took her pulse, which was slippery, round like a bead. She was immediately a little stunned, glanced back at the emperor, and asked Concubine Xian in a low voice: "Niangniang is here this month's Kwai Shui?" ”

Concubine Xian was stunned, and then she remembered this bad thing, she hadn't been to Kwai Shui for a long time.

I always thought that it was the fright of the crane tower that day that caused the menstrual trouble.

Bad menstruation is not a trivial matter, and she should have called a doctor to take care of her breathing, but it happened that the emperor was angry with her. She had nowhere to complain, so she fought with herself, and finally avoided medical treatment.

She shook her head, "Not yet." ”

Ruixiang frowned: "What the hell is going on, are you going to say it quickly?" ”

Ruixiang Xu was concerned and chaotic, and his voice was a little higher.

The emperor was slightly unhappy on his face, although he had never had a seizure in person, but Concubine Xian had already seen it in his eyes.

She was afraid that the emperor would find trouble with Ruixiang afterwards, so she reprimanded herself: "How can you be allowed to be a slave and maid before the royal drive?" Still not quitting? ”

Ruixiang shrank slightly, revealing a little panic, she hurriedly knelt down: "The slave and maid should die, the slave and maid were in a hurry, and they lost their manners in front of the emperor, and they hoped that the emperor would forgive their sins." ”

Nan Jingpei put his hands behind his back, and his face was faint: "That's it, it's just a trivial matter." Concubine Xian is still sick, and she can't make a fuss about this trivial matter. ”

Since he said this, he had the intention to spare Ruixiang, and Concubine Xian hurriedly gave Ruixiang a look.

This little palace maid has been in the palace for a long time, and she is used to looking at the height of her eyebrows, so she hurriedly kowtowed a few times and said, "Thank the emperor for your forgiveness." ”

The imperial physician who followed Hu arrived just in time. In the dormitory, the curtain was lowered, and he stretched out his hand to let the imperial doctor take the pulse.

The pulse was consistent with what Qiu Yue said, and the two coincided, so they knelt down together and said firmly: "Weichen congratulates the emperor, and the virtuous concubine is happy." ”

"What?" Nanjing Pei was stunned.

Qiu Yue said with a smile: "Congratulations to the emperor, the maid should be two or three months pregnant." ”

A smile gradually bloomed on Concubine Xian's face, and through the pink veil, the ecstasy on her face was never seen.

After retiring from the imperial doctor, he lifted the curtain and sat down beside her gently, "It's really unexpected." ”

She put her arms around his neck and leaned on his shoulder obediently: "Your Majesty, are you still complaining about your concubines?" ”

His eyebrows jumped, but his face did not change, but he slowly stroked her hand: "I didn't complain about you." ”

She knew that he was just prevaricating by saying this, if he didn't have a pimple in his heart, how could he not come to the Yulin Pavilion for a whole month? Even if he didn't resent her, didn't he resent her father? The emperor is not a saint, and his strength is not so great that he can even care if others kill him.

"That's complaining about my father?" She looked at him: "Your Majesty, my father already knows that he is wrong, you are a large adult, don't worry about him." ”

He smiled slightly and said, "How so?" Didn't I say I wouldn't pursue it? The Son of Heaven has made a promise, and I naturally will not change my order overnight. ”

She bit her lip and thought of the conspiracy theories she had said that day when she had sent her father out of the crane tower, and that he had taken her hand and said to her.

She also knows that Nan Jingpei is not a simple-minded person, what he says does not care, but he may not really care, especially when it comes to the party political struggle of this kind of interest faction, his words cannot be believed.

"Is the emperor serious?" She asked again.

"Nature." He laughed and said, "When did you become so hearty?" ”

She slowly withdrew her hand, it was not that she was too careful, and the emperor ignored her after watching the crane tower, but kept the falling silver and did not let go.

My father had always been worried that the emperor would get rid of King Xin and the Jiang family, but now that the emperor was so vague about her, she became more and more uncertain in her heart, lest she meet her father's conjecture.

"The emperor is lying." She pursed her lips.

"How did I lie to you?" He asked.

She stared at him for a while, a pair of soft arms wrapped around his neck, and wrapped him in the crook of her arms: "If the emperor really let go of the things of that day, why should he still lock up the falling silver?" ”

His eyes flickered, and he was a little unhappy: "You mean, I should kill her?" ”

She also noticed that the emperor was unhappy, but she couldn't back down and compromise, after all, this was a major matter related to the entire Jiang family, and she had to face the difficulties.

If you want your father to reconcile with the emperor, you must make your father trust the emperor. If the father wants to trust the emperor, he must first let the emperor trust the father. But if the emperor doesn't kill the silver, how can he prove his trust to his father?

But now these two people are frozen here, both tightly tightening each other's strings, and neither of them will relax a little. She was sandwiched between the two, and she couldn't let go of either end, so she was in a dilemma.

She was bold, smiled and stroked the emperor's arm and said softly: "The concubine knows that the emperor is not very at ease with his father, but his father is the emperor's courtier, if the emperor does not trust his courtiers, how can his courtiers be loyal to the emperor with all their hearts?" ”

Nan Jingpei is a smart person, and she doesn't have to tell him about it, he can understand what she means. She had to force him to execute the silver!

He looked at her, only to feel a fire in his heart, and he was burning up and rushing straight to his head.

This may not be what she meant, but it must be the meaning of the entire Jiang family.

Nan Jingpei sneered and asked, "Could it be that if I don't trust him, he won't be loyal to me?" ”