In the middle of spring in the imperial capital, the green sky was scattered with faint rain, and a pulsatilla stood on the black eaves of the desolate villa with a dumb voice.

An old annex is surrounded by a dilapidated broken wall and iron bars, and there are three or five peach trees in the yard, sparsely pulled, and the dense branches and leaves cover a dilapidated dry well.

Opposite the dry well is a two-entry wooden house, the door panel is peeling off, and the wind makes a screeching sound.

There are no decent furnishings in the room, and a small copper stove with a three-legged beast on the ground is already the most expensive display here, and what is burning in the furnace at this time is a faint agarwood.

But in a short time, the fire was extinguished, leaving only black ash agarwood crumbs.

It's just that there are still struggling points of light on it, and there are sparks that can't be ignited.

The air was dull, demagogic with a deep scent.

This was originally a spice "given" by King Qi, knowing that she liked to burn incense, but unfortunately, this incense was soaked in chronic poison.

It's been more than 20 years, and Zhou Zheng has been smelling this poisonous fragrance for more than 20 years! Now I can't quit anymore!

Jing Lan came to the bed with the medicinal soup, "Princess Qi, this is the last medicine." ”

Zhou Zheng stretched out his thin hand and trembled to pick it up, but after all, his fingers hung down weakly, and the medicinal soup was all poured on the dark black Tuanhua Ruyi gown covered with patches.

The gown is old-fashioned, but it is embroidered with vibrant flowers, like grass growing in a dungeon.

Zhou Zhengzheng still remembered that this medicine still relied on the past and asked Imperial Doctor Wen in the palace to secretly prescribe it. It's a pity that even the last pair was wasted.

Is she really too old? Even the bowl of medicine can't be connected!

Jing Lan hurriedly took a handkerchief to wipe it, and tears poured out: "The medicine is gone, your illness is still not good, and you can't get out here, but how can it be good?" ”

Jing Lan is the only maid who has followed her all her life, and the master and servant are all fifty years old, and her affection is unusual.

Zhou Zhengzheng raised his eyes and smiled as much as he could, "I can't die, don't worry." ”

Even if you want to cure her disease, it can't be cured by medicinal soup, they want her to die, there is always a way to kill her, what's the use of a bowl of medicine?

Zhou Zheng began to cough, coughing so hard, as if he had coughed out the last of the heat, his cold fingers held on to the bed rail, because he was too hard, his nails were almost embedded in the carved wood grain.

Jing Lan hurriedly supported her, "Princess Qi, your body is important." ”

"Qinglan, don't call me Princess Qi, you know I'm not anymore." She pursed her lips calmly and stubbornly, "They are not dead yet, and I can't die in front of them." ”

That being said, it was clear that she felt that her body was already light and about to float, and that she might not survive today. It's just that she can't let go of her love, her hatred, and the situation she is in today is all caused by them!

The hatred for them in my heart added another layer.

"It's been five days since King Qi ascended the throne and became the emperor." Zhou Zhengzheng stood up with strong support, "Jing Lan, help me." ”

Jing Lan didn't want to let Zhou Zheng consume her physical strength anymore, but seeing her insistence, she had to carefully help her to the north window.

Outside the north window, spring is in full swing.

Zhou Zhengzheng looked out the window, his eyes flashed with hatred and said, "He originally ordered to kill us, but he was stopped by Zhou Yunluo." ”

Five days ago, Zhou Yunluo, the new queen and Zhou Zhengzheng's cousin, looked at her with Fengyi and told her in person that Zhou Yunluo would not let her die like this, she wanted to make Zhou Zhengzheng worse than dead.

"They will surely have retribution." Jing Lan also coughed.

Like Zhou Zhengzheng, she was also forced to smoke poison for more than 20 years. The body is like a piece of paper, and it is only a matter of a few days before death.

"They already have retribution." Zhou Zheng walked forward slowly, and the memories flew like snowflakes, drowning her already exhausted heart.

Twenty years ago, after the fall of the Wu Guogong Mansion, she was poisoned by them and was not given food or drink, but she still lived for so many years.

No one had come to see them, and she was a slurry on the ground.

The famous Wu State Mansion of the Great Ming Dynasty, the military exploits of the three generations of ancestors accumulated by the white bones, from one party to the nobles were awarded the hereditary repudiation of the prince's family, ranking first among the five major princes in the capital.

Her father was the grandfather of the country who was the crown prince Shaoqing, and her mother was the proudest county lord of the Da Ming Dynasty.

Zhou Zhengzheng was born in such a family of Zhong Ming Ding Food, she was a palm bead, and her parents spoiled her to the sky.

At that time, she was delicate and beautiful, more beautiful than the peach blossoms in March, she was handy with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she would also play a few three-legged cat kung fu, that, she still learned from her third uncle.

In the capital, there is no man who does not fall in love with her, and there is no woman who is not jealous of her.

However, such a good year has been ruined by her, and there is nothing left.

She smiled bitterly, if she hadn't been so willful and disobedient at the beginning, if she had been a little smarter, if she had believed in the adulterer, maybe, they wouldn't have died.

But now I wonder what if it is useless.

These people who love her have long become the tombstones erected at the foot of the green mountains, and they are buried by her own hands.

When she was buried, the earth was embedded in her fingernails, and to this day her ten fingernails are still cracked.

"Zheng, don't avenge us, live well." Those were Daddy's last words.

After the Duke of Wu's mansion fell, the king of Qi became the crown prince, but she was driven to the other garden.

In the past 20 years, she has watched how her cousin Zhou Yunluo became the crown princess, how because of years of infertility, she snatched her only blood and bone, and raised him into a ruthless pig.

Before her son reached the crown, he was full of evil, disregarded people's lives, and was written by the ministers and arrested in the prison, and he had to be with the mosquitoes, flies, snakes and rats in the cell for the rest of his life.

She did everything possible to buy the jailer to see her only son, but the biological mother in her son's heart turned out to be Zhou Yunluo.

She was completely defeated in this life, and even her own son was snatched away.

She lived alone in the other garden, watching how Zhou Yunluo was favored by the prince, and the prince's concubines were either aborted or infertile, and the prince was also injured when he passed the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, and only she gave birth to a wolf-hearted son for him.

Heavenly Dao cycle, she didn't do anything, but they were already not doing well.

This may be what Jing Lan said, their "retribution".

She can even imagine that the emperor doted on the queen, adulterously misled the country, and finally died and was destroyed by the country.

That's it, that's it.

She's not doing well, but her enemies aren't doing well.

There is no family reunion, and there is no happiness for long.

She sneered and looked at the sky.

A touch of fragrance hit, she sniffed, and her eyes fell on the peach blossoms in the yard.

The peach blossoms are finally blooming.

The peach blossoms that were planted three years ago are finally blooming.

Zhou Zheng staggered. Tarlan followed.

She should have died a long time ago, but in order to take a look at the peach blossoms, she dragged her sick body and survived the harsh winter.

Once, in the mansion of Wu Guogong, my mother planted peach blossoms in the yard.

"Princess, it's windy outside." On Zhou Zheng's shoulders, Jing Lan wore a lake blue coat. But Zhou Zheng still felt cold.

She exhaled, her breath getting colder and colder.