One night in April of the twentieth year of Yongchang, there was a sudden bright light outside the Mingde Palace, the imperial doctors went in and out, and the concubines of the three palaces and six courtyards were all serving on the left and right.

Everyone knows that the emperor is dying.

Zhu Zheng came out of the hall silently and shook his head at Chang'an in despair.

"I can control it for a while, but I can't last long, the emperor is running out of oil, and the limit is approaching."

Hearing this, Concubine De fainted suddenly, and was in a mess all around.

Chang'an clenched Wanxiang's hand tightly, trying his best to control the tremor between his teeth, and looked at Zhu Zheng blankly, "How long can the emperor last......?"

Zhu Zheng bowed his head sadly, and said in a deep voice, "It depends on the will of God, and if you drink the daily weight of medicine, it will only be a few days." ”

Before Zhu Zheng's words fell, Chang'an was already stunned. There was a lot of noise in his ears, and Chang'an only felt that he was in a cold sweat all over his body, and he couldn't stop shivering. She bit her lower lip tightly, feeling the bloody breath coming from between her lips and teeth. After a long time, she slowly turned around and walked back step by step. The bluestone slab under her feet seemed to be an uneven hanging rock, and she couldn't support it, and suddenly fell to the ground.

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

Under the night, Shen Changle stood in front of Mingde Palace, calmly and silently looking at the vast expanse.

Her eyes were hollow, and she couldn't see a trace of joy or sorrow. There were bursts of shouts around her, and countless people were running towards the queen's side, and she stood at the moment, only feeling that her whole body was light and fluttering, without any strength.

Everything she pursued, the glory she admired, was gone before she could get her hands on it.

Changle's mind at this time was almost out of her control, and she walked to the front of Mingde Palace in a trance, she spoke softly, but her tone was so cold that she didn't have half an emotion, "This palace wants to see the emperor." ”

The little eunuch headed by looked at the concubine who was in a trance, and was suddenly startled, and hurriedly moved his gaze to Cheng Dehai, who gave him a look, and immediately made way for Changle to enter.

The smell of Chinese herbs in Mingde Palace is strong, and this heavy medicinal incense is mixed with a slight smell of dying wood, and as soon as Changle stepped into the door, he immediately smelled it.

She walked to Chu Luo's couch in a groggy manner, and as soon as her knees weakened, she immediately knelt on the ground.

The palace people under the four retreated, Changle lay alone in front of the bed and didn't know how long he cried, and suddenly heard Chu Luo muttering, "Chang'an......"

Her heart sank, and when she listened closely, she clearly heard that what the emperor shouted was the name of the eldest sister.

She closed her eyes and said with a deep smile, "The concubine is a concubine." ”

Chu Luo opened his eyes slightly, and when he saw clearly, he suddenly let out a long sigh and said, "What about the queen?" ”

Changle bit his lip tightly and said word by word, "When the queen heard the news that the emperor was seriously ill, she couldn't bear it, and she had been sent back to the palace, and the concubine is here to accompany you." ”

After speaking, there was a long silence.

I don't know how long it took before she heard Chu Luo say a soft "um".

Changle tried his best to hold back his tears, and asked in a trembling voice, "Doesn't the emperor want to see his concubines?" ”

Chu Luo groaned slightly, sighed, and said, "When I saw you, I thought you were Chang'an. ”

Changle's heart sank suddenly, he held back the cold tears in the corners of his eyes, and gently opened his lips and said, "Since the concubine entered the palace, she has been mistakenly called by the emperor countless times, does the concubine look so similar to the queen?" ”

Chu Luo was indifferent, and his eyes gradually dimmed, "You look alike, but you are not the same person after all. ”

Changle's heart was sour, and she wanted to cry, she clung to her teeth, not wanting to let herself say another word.

There was a question that had been haunting her for many years. She had asked him before, and he had answered with a dead heart. But after so long, his love made her suddenly feel that she was not just a shadow, perhaps, he still had sincerity towards herself.

So she wanted to ask.

In the dark, she was very clear that if she didn't ask this time, she would never have the opportunity to ask again in her life.

So she calmed down and said in a low voice, "From the first day the concubine entered the palace, the emperor has taken great care of the concubine. They all said that it was because the emperor regarded the concubine as the shadow of the eldest sister, so he was so good to the concubine. Today's concubine boldly asked the emperor, in the emperor's heart, is there such a person as Shen Changle? ”

Chu Luo's eyes looked at the empty curtain above his head, and finally said in a deep voice, "Chang'an is my wife, and you are my concubine, which is different after all. ”

Wife, concubine.

Changle smiled coldly, but the smile was cold to the bone, "It turns out that the emperor has always thought like this." It turns out that for so many years, the emperor has only favored his concubines, and has no sincerity. ”

"I don't have a sincere heart for you, do you have a little heart for me?" Chu Luo's eyes were gentle, but there was a hint of urgency in his tone, "If I am not the emperor, are you still willing to marry me?" ”

"Is the emperor willing to listen to the truth?"

"Say it."

"The concubine is unwilling."

Chu Luo smiled indifferently, but without a trace of annoyance, "You have repeatedly mentioned to me the matter of establishing a prince, and you have constantly reminded me that the queen has an affair with the king of Jiangling, and I have already guessed it." It's just that you are so bold, you really look a little like Chang'an. ”

Changle was quiet, and his words were light and decisive, "Because the emperor has no sincerity towards the concubines, and the queen is afraid of the concubines because the concubines entered the palace back then, the concubines have no choice but to protect themselves." ”

"Changle, if you have a little less of this mind, it will be easier for you to live." Chu Luo looked at each other with a gentle gaze and said in a deep voice, "It's just that the will of the prince has already been prepared, so you don't need to worry about it." “

Changle laughed infatuatedly, his voice empty and weak, "Did the emperor pass on the throne to the eldest prince?" ”

Chu Luo closed his eyes heavily, but avoided answering, "No matter which prince I set up as the crown prince, you must know that I really don't want the situation of my brothers killing each other to happen again. ”

She smiled suddenly, and her heart sank.

She has no love, and she can't even get this power.

"In the final analysis, whoever can become the new emperor and who can become the queen mother is just by the emperor's will." Two crystal tears flashed from the corners of Changle's eyes, and he suddenly became sad and cried, "But the concubine really doesn't understand, what is there about the concubine who is not as good as the eldest sister?" In terms of appearance, the concubine is younger than her, more beautiful than her, in terms of skills, the eldest sister is only good at painting, but the concubine is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and serves the emperor sincerely, but why in the end, the emperor still cares about her the most? ”

Chu Luo let out a long sigh, and there was only a streamer flickering in his dark eyes, "What Chang'an has, you have, and what Chang'an doesn't have, you also have." But to love someone, to love for a long time, can only be judged by talent and appearance......"

Changle wept heavily, lines of tears slipped through her pale cheeks like snow, she lowered her eyebrows, and said gently, "The emperor's intentions, the concubines understand." ”

Changle got up slowly and walked outside the hall, but the steps under his feet were heavier and heavier step by step.

It is as if the overall situation has been decided, and there is no power to turn around.

Changle looked at the night falling, the breezy Dachu Palace, and suddenly let out a sad cry.

It turned out that the honor of life and death for all of them was just a matter of the emperor's thoughts.

Back in the palace, it was almost the third watch.

Changle sat in front of the couch, rubbing his forehead tiredly, and the tears on his cheeks were still dry. She wiped it vigorously, and said tiredly, "Where did Yun Heng go?" ”

Yi Xiang brought the tea and said gently, "The six princes have gone to Mingde Palace, and now all the princes and emperors are guarding in Mingde Palace." ”

"Then the eldest prince is also there?"

"Yes."

Changle smiled coldly when he heard this, "The eldest prince was still too sick to get out of bed a few days ago, how can he get up so quickly now......

Yi Xiang was stunned, and immediately said, "The emperor is critically ill, the eldest prince is the eldest son, no matter how sick he is, he has to go to the emperor's side to do his filial piety......"

As soon as she heard the word "eldest son", Shen Changle's eyes suddenly ignited with raging anger, she slammed the tea cup in her hand and scolded, "It's been so long, it's time for the medicine to attack, how can the eldest prince be okay!" ”

Yixiang's eyebrows jumped, and she said sadly, "The slave has already arranged for Qinghe to do it according to Niangniang's instructions, and the slave and maid also send people to keep an eye on it every day to ensure that Qinghe is decocting medicine according to our prescription...... Maybe...... Maybe it's because the onset of the drug is slower......"

"You shit! It's clear that you're not doing your best! Changle Huo Ran stood up, his eyes were terrifying, "The emperor may die at any time now, and the eldest prince cannot succeed to the throne!" Absolutely not! Why is it a daughter from a family, she has no children, but she is the noble queen mother, but this palace is going to be criticized and usurp power! It's not fair, it's not fair at all! ”

Changle fell down suddenly, tears couldn't stop spreading, she took down the ceramics on the shelf, and threw them to the ground one by one, listening to the violent sounds, Changle's lips couldn't help but tremble, "If the palace is over, you don't want to live, you don't want to live, the eldest prince is on the throne, the queen will not let go of the palace, she will not let go of the palace......"

Yixiang didn't know why the concubine suddenly became so angry, and immediately stepped forward to stop and comfort, "The concubine is angry, even if the eldest prince of the queen's mother ascends the throne, you are the queen's own sister, the queen will not do anything to you, you are a concubine, and you will be respected as a concubine......"

"It's different! It's not the same at all! Changle shouted uncontrollably, "This palace wants to become the queen, even if it is not the queen, it must become the queen mother, it can't be Shen Changan, it can't be her, I'm not reconciled to ......" Love, power, she has everything! Why don't I have anything! ”

Changle cried hoarsely, and could barely control the words that came out of his mouth, "Bengong is still young, Bengong is only twenty-four years old!" Yun Heng and Yun Xuan are still young, the emperor can't just go, can't ......"

There was silence in the Splendid Palace, and only Shen Changle's constant crying could be heard.

In the quiet deep palace, all the glory is condensed in Mingde Palace and Taoyao Palace. Although she is a noble concubine, on the night when the emperor was seriously ill, she was not even as good as an ordinary person. After so many years of hard planning, the organs have been exhausted, but after all, they can't withstand the words of the Son of Heaven.

It turned out that as a woman, as the emperor's concubine, it was so desolate.

If she had known this, would she have envied the jade glass in the eldest sister's palace that year, and would she insist on entering the palace? She was deep in mourning, but all her emotions exploded at this moment.

She looked at Yixiang, her face was as sad as ashes, but her words were sharp, "Find Qinghe to this palace!" Go now! ”