"Even my father never said that the mother concubine of this palace is a sinner."

Concubine Xian was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that Murong Yunyue didn't bother to talk to her, so she only ordered the palace maid to invite her.

Murong Xi took the warrant and went to the Daoleng Palace.

Flying snow almost submerged the entire cold palace.

The dark black tiles were piled up with a thick layer of white snow, withered vines were wrapped around the front of the hall, twisted branches covered with flying snow, and the broken walls were dull gray, as if dyed by the damp, and there was not even a maidservant in the courtyard.

Murong Xi only felt extremely painful in his heart.

Tears welled up all of a sudden, and she hurriedly took a deep breath and raised her hand to wipe her tears.

Murong Yunyue looked distressed, hugged her little sister in her arms, gently raised her hand to hold her tear-stained cheeks, and said with a soft smile: "Ah Xi doesn't cry, I want to see the concubine Niangniang later, it's not good to cry with a sad face." ”

Murong Xi gritted his teeth, let his sister brush away the tears on her face, and rushed into her arms in one step.

Murong Yunyue caress her sideburns helplessly, and raised her eyes to look at the cold cold palace.

Murong Xi cried for a long time before he could barely breathe a sigh of relief, choked and wiped the tears on his face, but his eyes were as red as a rabbit. She raised her hand and rubbed her frozen cheeks, smiling into a smile.

She took a deep breath and cautiously walked into the room.

To laugh, to laugh.

Murong Xi exhaled a breath of turbidity.

The room was filled with damp cold, and I vaguely felt that it was a little colder than outside.

I saw a woman sitting in front of the simple table and chair behind the broken screen.

The woman's clothes were covered with patches and washed a little faded, and the padded jacket of her coat was full of openings, revealing yellowed cotton wool inside.

Her appearance is dignified and beautiful, and the years have not brought her many traces, and she has not even consumed much of the torture she has had.

She painted light makeup with a small amount of fat powder in front of the mirror, combed her long hair with a comb that had no teeth left, and saved the only remaining hairpin to maintain her demeanor.

His expression was indifferent, his white hands trembled and he held the pen, stained with the fast-drying ink, and he didn't know what was written. The floor was covered with finished papers, and the woman seemed to be completely unaware of the person behind her.

Murong Xi's eyes moistened for a moment, she trembled and wiped away her tears, and called softly: "Mother concubine......"

Bai Shi was stunned for a moment, looked back at the person standing at the door, his expression only changed for a moment, but he quickly returned to his original state, Murong Xi lifted the hem of his skirt and knelt down, and said, "Xi'er is not filial, let the mother concubine suffer!" ”

Bai Shi was silent for a long time before he lightly opened his lips and said, "Go back." ”

"The Mother ......"

"If the palace does not leave the cold palace for a day, and your imperial brother cannot wash away his grievances for a day, you will not be allowed to come here for a day." Bai's voice was full of strength, which caused Murong Xi's tears to welled up again.

Bai frowned, but sighed slowly, and said, "Don't cry, Ah Xi, you're going to grow up." ”

Murong Xi was stunned for a moment, only to see the mother concubine salute Yunyue and ask her to take her out.

Murong Xi struggled to stay for half a minute longer, but saw his mother frowning and pushing herself.

Bai's teeth clenched and turned his head back, and Murong Xi knelt down in a daze and kowtowed to her.

The door was closed.

Bai's tears fell into the ink cartridge.

……

She knew better than anyone else about her mother's strong and upright nature, but seeing her emaciation like this, Murong Xi's heart couldn't help but feel a sharp pain.

Murong Yunyue hugged the person beside her, and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Murong Xi tightened the person beside him, bent down and knelt, Murong Yunyue understood what she meant, only carefully helped her up, and sighed leisurely: "Silly Ah Xi, it's not that the Fourth Emperor Sister won't help you, it's the concubine Niangniang who won't allow it." ”

"The queen mother is such a kind person, she sent clothes and charcoal fire to the concubine several times, but she didn't want anything, only left pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and over time, there was no even a maid to serve beside her."

Murong Xi's heart ached.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she raised her hand, which had been shrinking behind her back.

Just as she was prostrating, she inadvertently brought out a piece of paper written in her mother's room.

She lowered her eyes and saw that her mother's handwriting had trembled slightly, and many words could not be seen clearly because the ink was almost freeze-dry, and she could probably see the meaning:

The imperial brother Murong Lang is loyal and upright, and will never do anything to rebel.

She couldn't help her clear her name, but she always believed that her children would never betray the monarch and commit treason.

He is willing to use his own head as a guarantee, hoping that his father can find out as soon as possible, return Murong Lang to an innocence, and also hope that his father will not affect her who is far away in Mu Kingdom.

Murong Xi gritted her teeth, tears stained the paper, she trembled, and slowly clenched her hands.

Even though the mother concubine understands that the news cannot be spread, she is still trying to earn her innocence for the royal brother.

Murong Yunyue sighed lightly, and had to comfort her to let go of her thoughts, don't mention it to her father, lest it be self-defeating.

Murong Xi knew it in his heart, but he never understood who framed it.

The pair of brown pupils suddenly flashed in his mind, and Murong Xi couldn't help but be stunned.

Could it be him?