"Evil Barrier!"

Xia Mi was woken up by scolding.

Yesterday was Xia Mi's birthday, but the emperor took Concubine Xian to her Huayang Palace after her birthday banquet, which refuted Xia Mi's face as the mother of a country.

Even if there was no eunuch palace maid to say anything, Xia Mi was still unhappy. This was not happy, so she drank a few more drinks alone in the dormitory. Yes, even now that she's awake, she's still a little groggy.

"What's the matter?"

She reached out to support her forehead, but found that she seemed to be carrying some heavy weight on her wrist. The slightest coolness from his hands was like the cold wind of winter, which seeped into the bone marrow, and Xia Mi's mind became a little clearer.

His eyes were completely opened, Xia Mi didn't look at the shackles on his wrists, but his eyes were completely snatched away by the man sitting in front of him.

From her point of view, the man was dressed in a dark dragon robe, and the beads on the emperor's crown shook and collided in front of his eyes, completely reflecting his expression.

But even with his eyes closed, Xia Mi can still draw his facial features and imagine his current look.

After all, this man had asked her husband to marry when she was fifteen years old, and he was also the lover she had loved for seven years but gradually drifted away.

Although the sky in early autumn was not cold, looking at the situation in the hall, Xia Mi still felt the coldness that reached his heart when he knelt on the ground. It was so cold that the tiredness accumulated in her heart swelled up.

"Xia, are you guilty?"

Xia Mi exhaled a breath of depression that had been suppressed for several years, and showed a smile, lightly and shallowly.

"The concubine wants to ask the queen mother, what is the crime of the concubine?"

Xia Mi looked at the questioner, and as far as her eyes could see, a well-maintained woman in a phoenix robe was looking at her with raised eyebrows. is the queen mother and the emperor's biological mother.

Everyone in the palace knew that the queen mother and the queen were at odds, but in the past, for the sake of the emperor, Xia Mi was often the one who retreated.

But at this moment, Xia Mi changed her previous attitude, and only squinted at her lazily. The all-round bearing, with a little bit of the dignity of a noble lady, and with some innocent girl's casualness, only lost the majesty and compromise of being a queen.

After five years, she is also tired at the moment.

"What dirty thing did my sister do, wouldn't it tarnish her old man's mouth to let the queen mother say it?"

The Queen Mother didn't speak, but a woman in a pink palace dress standing behind the emperor's right covered her mouth and laughed. She is extremely beautiful, and when she laughs, she adds a three-point style.

Xia Mi didn't look at it and knew that it was Concubine Xian.

Concubine Liu is the daughter of the Queen Mother's own nephew, and as soon as she entered the palace, she was held in the palm of the emperor's hand. The time of the emperor's affection passed, and it was replaced by the six palaces favored by the virtuous concubine.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still breathing, Emperor Xu would have put Concubine Xian on the throne.

Xia Mi laughed slightly in her heart, and a pair of charming peach blossom eyes revealed some irony. She didn't hide it, the Queen Mother could see it clearly, and some old hands slapped the table heavily, and the voice was sharper than the cicadas in the summer.

"You fornicated with the guards, the human and material evidence are all there, and you still have the face to show Concubine Xian's face?!"

Noisy.

Xia Mi covered her ears, and only then did she open her mouth when she finished yelling: "After working so hard, I ordered someone to present the person's physical evidence!" ”

Her tone seemed to be sarcastic, and the Queen Mother called people as if she listened to her, but she couldn't confront her without passing it on. In a dilemma, her dark eyes lit up with anger, and her hands firmly grasped the armrests of the chair.

The green tendons on his hands were prominent, and Xia Mi saw it clearly, only feeling that the grievances he had suffered for many years seemed to have been dissolved.

"Heirs."

A deep voice came, like the grinding sound of a drum, and it stepped down on the drum beat in the center.

The Empress Dowager's expression was loosened by two points, and Xia Mi tilted her head to look at the man in front of her, but she only saw a slightly tense chin, and she was taken away from all the attention by Concubine Xian's movements.

On the emperor's shoulder, a thin white hand was resting on it and gently rubbing it.

Xia Mi was a little distracted, in the past, these coquettish and pleasing little actions belonged to her, but at this moment, they all changed hands.

There were tears in her heart that wanted to flow out, but Xia Mi felt that her eyes were dry and painful.

Father and brother have died on the battlefield, and there is no one else in the Xia family. The former beloved is now incarnated as an executioner, stabbing her heart with a knife.

There is no more nostalgia for her in this world.

Lowering his eyes slightly, Xia Mi's heart that wanted to argue stopped.

But with such a flash of effort, the witness has already been brought up.

It was Mu Cheng, the head of the guards of Chaofeng Palace, and her personal maid Qinghe.

Mu Wei was a slave, and under the strong efforts of the Xia family and Xia Mi, slavery was abolished, and then he entered the palace as a guard. And Qinghe is the young daughter of a family, because the concubine in the house is on top, Qinghe, the concubine born by the original match, was almost abused to death, Xia Mi happened to meet, and he was angry and ordered someone to punish the family, and selected Qinghe into the palace.

But these were known only to the Xia family and the emperor, and no one else knew.

At this moment, these two people who had been favored by Xia Mi were talking about the causes and consequences of Xia Mi's fornication, and they were conclusive. If it weren't for Xia Mi knowing that he hadn't done it, he would almost have to believe it. Listening to their words in her ears, Xia Mi hooked her lips, but her stomach seemed to be filled with seawater, and the bitterness and astringency made her heart tremble.

"Xia, do you have anything to say?"

Xia's ...... When he was affectionate, he called her Jiaojiao, called her Mi'er, and called her Zitong in front of the concubines, but now that the past has turned to ashes, she has become an old person named Xia.

The smile on the corner of Xia Mi's lips was even worse.

She straightened the sleeves of her shackled garment, and bowed straight back to the people in the temple.

"The sinner has nothing to say, but the sinner confesses."

There were tears that had been hidden for a long time, and they disappeared in an instant between the messy dresses when no one noticed.

The queen mother's will was read out by the eunuch, and the guards immediately stepped forward to set Xia Mi up.

She didn't struggle, she kept a smile and pushed the guards away, and walked towards the destination of this life.

In the evening, someone pushed open the door of the cold palace.

Led by the emperor's big eunuch Fang Ruhai, Xia Mi saw clearly, and the two little eunuchs behind him held wine cups and white silk in their hands.

"Mother, the old slave is here to give you a ride."

Xia Mi hid his face and yawned, and lazily picked up the delicate wine cup, "Father-in-law Lao is worried...... Where is Your Majesty now? ”

Fang Ruhai was stunned for a moment, with a look of unbearability on his face.

Xia Mi didn't embarrass him, and opened his mouth as if talking to himself.

"Concubine Xian is pregnant, Your Majesty must be with her now!"

As she spoke, she was still looking at Fang Ruhai, and she noticed the sympathy on his face.

It was as if the faint flame had been completely extinguished under the cover of heavy snow, and the last trace of hope in Xia Mi's heart had dissipated.

Without waiting for Fang Ruhai to make a move, she poured it directly into the wine cup.

Perhaps because of the spread of toxicity, Xia Mi seemed to see Fang Ruhai's instantly chaotic expression.

Laughing slightly, Xia Mi wanted to comfort the person who felt sorry for her in the end, but her eyelids were as heavy as lead, and she couldn't hold on and closed her eyes.

In the distance, it was as if a cry was heard.

But none of this has anything to do with her.

A tear, a jug of wine. Dust to dust, dust to earth, in this life, that's all.