On April 13 of the 11th year of Yongchang, Empress Li Shushen was born in Fengluan Palace at the age of 33 in Chinese New Year's Eve.

On the day of the queen's death, she sat quietly in front of the window of the Chonghua Palace, looking out the window pale, people coming and going, dressed in plain clothes, and gradually fell into contemplation.

In just one month, Li Shushen and Jiang Wanran have both left like this. A terrible thought suddenly arose in Chang'an's heart, she felt that she would sit in the Chonghua Hall for the rest of her life, watching the people outside grow old and sick and die. And she is like a bird in a cage, watching coldly, all the prosperity outside has nothing to do with her, she is just alive, just alive.

When Xiang Xiang held a silk dress and sent it to Chang'an, she bowed her head deeply and said respectfully, "Master, the emperor has ordered that all the six palaces must go to the funeral." ”

Chang An nodded heavily, and took the silk dress in Wan Xiang's hand to change it in.

When Li Shushen was alive, Shen Changan owed her enough. got up and thought about it carefully, although Li Shushen treated her badly, he never harmed her. Now kowtowing in front of the queen's spiritual seat can be regarded as comforting her spirit in the sky.

On April 14, the eighth prince and the five princesses returned to Luoyang and knelt down to greet them. Chang'an was dressed in plain clothes and knelt among the women. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the King of Xiangyang and the Princess of Xiangyang coming, and she had a plan in her heart, probably she would meet Chu Ying here.

She is not the only one who bears the charge of fornication, but also Chu Ying. Although he did not make a public announcement, in order to avoid suspicion, Chu Luo no longer reused Chu Ying as a general. Since that day's wedding, Chang'an has never seen him again. Chang'an had secretly thought many times about how she and Chu Ying would meet again. But she never thought that it would be at the queen's funeral.

Later, she still met Chu Ying.

Compared with when he saw him three years ago, Chu Ying was much less energetic as a teenager, and more mature and steady than he had ever been. Thinking about it carefully, he has changed from a sixteen-year-old boy to a twenty-five-year-old father now, and he should have changed a lot. It's just that his current appearance falls in Chang'an's eyes, but Chang'an faintly feels that he is not doing well.

As soon as this thought turned lightly in Chang'an's heart, it was immediately dispelled.

He is the king of Jiangling, and he already has a family, no matter what, he will be a hundred times stronger than her, Shen Changan, an abandoned concubine who lost her child and fell into the cold palace.

Thinking like this, Chang'an suddenly saw Chu Ying's gaze, and in silence, he looked at her happily.

It was so far away, but Chang'an clearly looked at the tears hidden in his eyes, which were so clear and clear.

Chang'an quickly lowered her head, knelt in the crowd and kowtowed, and after the salute, she stood up and returned to the Chonghua Hall under the support of the group.

In the past, there were many people around her who followed her, and that was because she was a noble concubine and deserved such honor. But now, these people are still by her side, just to watch her every move. Chang'an suddenly felt that this kind of life was really boring, and he didn't know what year and month it was.

The door of the Chonghua Hall slammed shut behind her again, and she heard the sound of chains passing through the lock, separating the inside and the outside into two worlds.

The queen's funeral was very grand, the emperor dropped out of the dynasty for seven days, and served for twenty days in the six palaces, and even the young prince and the emperor were dressed in plain clothes. However, all this, from the moment Chang'an finished kowtowing to the queen, had nothing to do with her.

Even though the emperor did not ask for it, the palace people in Chang'an and Chonghua Hall still wore ceremonial clothes until the mourning period was over, and they changed into plain clothes.

Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely.

The autumn of the year came exceptionally long. Chang'an sat alone by the window, looking at the autumn breeze and the lonely scene of the garden, and he felt a little melancholy in his heart.

It seems that since when she has been fond of autumn. When Chu Luo married her, it was in the autumn, and she walked into the palace in a gorgeous dress, also in the autumn.

And now, after all these years, there is no one to see.

Every night in the Chonghua Palace, Chang'an felt extraordinarily long. Since she was imprisoned, she has never slept soundly all night, and is often awakened by the sound of rustling outside the window. And this day and night, she slept very calmly, and in the midst of dreams, she saw her mother.

It seems like I haven't seen my mother in years.

Her face seemed to have deep wrinkles again, and her hair had turned gray. I have the impression that my mother is not so old. She was dressed in cloth, and suddenly entered from the main gate of the Chonghua Palace, and slowly walked in front of Chang'an.

Chang An was surprised and delighted, hurriedly got up from the couch, rushed to her side, and called in a low voice, "Mother." ”

However, the mother in front of her walked past her coldly, as if she had not heard her call.

Chang'an was stunned, quickly turned around and grabbed his mother's sleeve, and his face involuntarily raised a little joy, "Mother, it's me, I'm Chang'an." ”

Shen's mother turned around, she looked at Chang'an, there was a kind of fine cold light like a needle tip spread out under her eyes, her voice poured into Chang'an's ears, but it was a different kind of harshness, "I know, you are my most useless daughter." ”

Chang'an's heart was shocked, but he saw that Shen's mother had already leaned down, and her eyes were looking at her directly, "Chang'an, you really forgot, you forgot how your father died, and you have forgotten all now." Do you think you can sit back and relax if you kill Song Yanji? Do you think that the emperor's favor for you is unshakable to anyone? You're so confident, but after all these years, you've not pushed yourself to this place. ”

When Chang'an heard this, his heart was shocked, his mouth was astringent, and he couldn't say a word in silence.

How did she know? How the hell did she know?!

In a panic, she suddenly remembered the last time she saw her father that year, and he lay there straight, losing his former vigor and turning into a stiff shell, and there was no more joy, anger and sorrow. She thought that Song Yanji had caused her to come here, but without Song Yanji, she was still locked up in this Chonghua Palace, and her mother was right, she was useless, she was useless.

Chang'an's eyes were full of tears, and Shen's mother looked at her quietly, with a deep ink color in her eyes, and she could almost see the bottom of Chang'an's heart, "Now that the queen is dead, this is your best chance, you could have become the queen, but you locked yourself in this dark place." Shen Changan, you really disappointed me. ”

You've let me down so much.

This sentence approached Chang'an's heart, breaking the last line of defense in her heart in an instant.

How so? She is the proudest daughter of her parents, she has always been, but now, how can she be reduced to this point.

Chang'an raised her head in a daze, with a blank wavering and sadness in her heart, and said sadly, "I never wanted to be a queen, I never thought about ......it" Speaking of this, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she suddenly looked at her mother, "I remember, it was you, it was you who persuaded me to enter the palace that night, I didn't want to enter the palace, it was you who insisted on persuading me to go!" ”

"What's the use of me persuading you if you don't want to?!" Mother Shen looked at Chang'an, and the poignant meaning in her words became more and more intense, "Shen Chang'an, ask yourself, don't you long for the prosperity of this palace?" Don't you want to revive the lintel of the Shen family? You are the eldest daughter, and your identity is not known to be much higher than your younger brothers and sisters, but now that you have reached this point, are you worthy of yourself and your father?! ”

Chang'an fell to the ground, and the look in his eyes was only gloomy sadness and helplessness, "Yes, I've come to this point, it's all my own useless ......"

Mother Shen sighed deeply, her voice as cold as ice, "I can't count on you anymore, Shen Changan." Many years ago, I was also disgusted by your father, and today, if you are rejected by the emperor again, then our Shen family's descendants will never have a day. ”

Chang'an's eyes widened suddenly, looking at her mother in fear. Can't count on her anymore? What does that mean?

She wanted to ask clearly, but suddenly, a deafening sound of firecrackers sounded outside the door, which woke her up from her dream.

Chang'an sat up suddenly, there were still tears in the corners of her eyes, and just as she got up to go out in her clothes, Wanxiang appeared in front of her in a panic.

"The master was woken up by a voice outside." Wanxiang frowned slightly, turned around and closed the window sashes in the dormitory one by one.

Chang'an stood by the window, looked out, and suddenly saw a group of people walking across the road, everyone around a brocade sedan chair, the sedan chair is a big red peony tight pattern, golden branches and jade leaves, particularly dazzling. Wherever the sedan car goes, it must be gongs and drums, and the drums are ringing in unison. Chang'an frowned slightly, and said casually, "Who is sitting in that sedan chair?" ”

Wan Xiang looked at Chang'an's gaze and sighed, "It's the little master who just entered the palace." ”

Chang'an was stunned when he heard this, and his face immediately showed a bit of unbearable and disgust, "The queen has only been dead for half a year, is the emperor going to start the draft again?" ”

Wanxiang lowered her head, and also sighed with a little emotion, "The slave maid talked about it when she listened to the gossip of a few guards at the door, and the draft was what Concubine Zhong Shu meant, in order to comfort the emperor's pain of losing his wife, so a large number of newcomers were arranged to enter the palace." ”

Chang'an frowned deeply, looking at the shadow of the brocade sedan chair gradually moving away, and the helplessness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

The queen died of illness, and she was reduced to the point of captivity, and only Zhong Yuxiu could speak in the palace. It's just that what kind of identity is the little master in the sedan chair, and how can he enter the palace with great fanfare.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered her mother's face in her dream last night.

Shen Changan, you have disappointed me so much.

She smiled coldly, it was indeed too useless. Chu Luo has a newcomer to accompany him, and he must not think of her again.

Maybe things are really going to go in the worst direction, and she, Shen Changan, will be trapped here for the rest of her life.