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Nalan Hongye was silent for a long time after hearing the news of Yuan Shilan's suicide. 【Fengyun Reading Network. Wen Yuan slowly retreated with her subordinates, leaving a room of bright and quiet afternoon sunshine.

She remembered the last time she saw the woman who was as sharp as ice and snow, when her head was wrapped in layers of gauze, and even if she couldn't see the wound, she could still imagine what a tragic face was inside through the bloodstains.

She looked at Nalan Hongye calmly, and said in a very light voice: "Even if it's not me, it won't be you." ”

Nalan smiled indifferently, in fact, with her identity, she shouldn't have gone to see a deposed concubine of the cold palace, but she still came. So at this moment, in the face of her ruthlessness as always, she didn't react excessively, just looked at her quietly, and asked a sentence that had been hidden in her heart: "Even if it's not you, you don't have to be like this, don't you know that the whole palace is looking forward to you having such a day?" ”

"Who has time to fight them?" Yuan Shilan smiled coldly, the knife marks on the corners of her mouth were revealed, looking weird and terrifying, "I just don't want to waste time guarding a man who has no intention of me." ”

Nalan Hongye continued to ask, "What about you to the emperor?" Is it also unintentional? ”

Yuan Shilan's expression suddenly became hideous, she turned her head viciously, lowered her throat, and said negatively: "It's not mine, I don't want it." ”

In the glorious lights of the southeast hall, Nalan Hongye was dressed in a brocade dress, leaning on the back of the chair and chuckling silently.

Really, don't? Is it just as unintentional? If it's really what he says, how can he mutilate and disfigure himself for the sake of someone who doesn't care? How can you feel sorry for yourself in endless loneliness, and then refuse to die?

In the end, he is still young and vigorous, and he is still naïve and willful, so he can be so sloppy, he can be so casual, and he can not think about what price his parents and relatives will pay for it if he commits suicide irresponsibly.

This harem is such a terrible place, it can make people crazy, it can make people crazy, it can make a young girl cut her face with a knife, and then say death without any worries.

She thought that her suicide could make that person blame himself and feel guilty, and that person could remember her forever, but she didn't know that in this huge court, her life and death were just a short fireworks, and she would not cause any ripples except to become a little talk after tea and dinner for the palace concubines.

In this palace, there is no shortage of unjust souls who died in vain.

With the passage of time, one month, two months, one year, two years, who will remember that there was a very favored Concubine Chu?

"What a foolishness!" Nalan Hongye sighed lightly, to enjoy such a title, it could have been a lifetime of glory, coupled with that similar face and temperament, it is not difficult to be a lifelong favorite. It's a pity that I don't have that kind of brain and heart.

"Mother?" Wen Yuan stood at the door, holding the freshly fried decoction in her hand, and whispered.

Nalan Hongye beckoned casually, called her in, and took the decoction spoonful by spoonful and sent it to her mouth. is such a bitter medicine, but she is like drinking soup, and she will not frown.

Wen Yuan watched from the side, there was still a small bowl of rock candy on the tray, she moved her lips several times, but finally said nothing.

"Pass on my will, Yuan Meiren is generous, obedient and kind, and now she is dying of a vicious disease, she will be given the title of Liupinhuiren, buried in the tomb of the West Concubine, rewarded the daughter of the mother's family, and crowned her brother and elder rank, and the household department will handle it as appropriate."

Wen Yuan was slightly stunned and looked at Nalan in confusion. Yes, the eldest princess has the power to discuss politics, and she also has the right to appoint magistrates below the fourth rank in the Huaisong region. But since she got sick, she has been in power for more than two years, and now for a little concubine, is it worth it?

Nalan Hongye didn't give her any explanation, but continued: "The emperor has been working hard in the government recently, and the news of Yuan Meiren's death should not be told to him, and the orders will be sent to the palaces to control their mouths." ”

Wen Yuan hurriedly nodded yes.

The hall was quiet again, and what he said just now seemed to make Nalan Hongye quite hard. She lay down, rubbing her temples with her fingers, frowning slightly.

Even if it's angry and depreciating, there's always affection. Such a dedicated pet, such a doting, will not be without a trace of intentions, and as long as there is a trace of intentions, once you know the news of her suicide, it is inevitable that there will still be a little sadness. Now that the northwest border is restless, and the party and opposition parties are constantly fighting, there are enough mundane things around him that make him worry.

After drinking the medicine, she was extremely sleepy, and thought in a daze that the waste concubine of the Xilin Palace would never see Jun Yan for the rest of her life. In three or two years, maybe he will forget, even if he thinks about it one day, he will not be too unbearable for a woman who "died of illness".

The candles crackled, and it was a cold and lonely night. The edict of the southeast hall spread to the palaces, and the masters of the palaces quickly understood the queen's thoughts, even if some people were angry at the queen's kindness to Yuan Shilan's relatives, no one dared to say anything. A few days ago, Concubine Cheng personally came to apologize, and then plunged into the Buddhist hall, which still made them understand: The queen's holy family is still there, and the power is still in charge, which cannot be underestimated.

The harem is still as calm as ever, like a quiet lake, the wind and waves are calm, and you can't see half of the waves. The singing and dancing night is melodious and tactful, the wind music hangs around the ears day and day, and under the coat of joy, all the calculations and massage are quietly covered by a winter snow. The palace is so big, there are so many mundane things, and the woman whose heart is like ice and snow and her eyes are like cold edges is still like a withered remnant flower after all, and she falls so lightly without a sound.

"It always takes more courage to live than to die."

Nalan Hongye's smile is always very light, she looked at the gradually bright sky outside the window, and vaguely seemed to see the dark blue shadow again. He stood in the shadows, silently looking at himself, the long sword at his waist was simple and dignified, and the bloodthirsty edge was constricted in the small iron scabbard on that side.

He just stood, with a pitch-black curtain above his head, like a butterfly of death, and he was so hideously waving.

On that day, the day of his father's burial, he stood behind the sad and weeping princess and said such a sentence.

"But ......"

The wind suddenly started outside the window, and it was snowing last night, and it hasn't stopped until now. The wind is together, and the snowflakes on the sky and the earth are flying together, wandering and swimming, like white fish in the deep sea.

"Why did you suddenly lose your courage?"

Yushu remembered that it was raining heavily on the day of Xuanmo's death, and the rain was so rapid, like a torrent pouring down. The doctors who had come from the hospital were all drenched, and their foreheads and cheeks were covered with rain, like ducks that had just come out of the river.

Obviously in the morning, the wind was still sunny and cloudless, and she also took his subordinates to take out his books and dry them in the yard, the sun shining on her body warmly, like a lake in June.

But in the evening, the soldiers of the Yamen of the Southeast Navy suddenly escorted a carriage into the capital and rushed all the way into the gate of the Xuanwang Mansion.

He was helped out of the car with a pale face, and then went into the study, and after a while, after changing into a court robe, he was about to force his way into the palace. However, before he could get out of the gate, he fell down, blood gushing out of his body, everywhere, like a winding stream. She stood beside him in a state of confusion, crying with fear, when the housekeepers rushed up, carried him into the house, and then hurried out to find the doctor.

That's when the rain started.

For seven days in a row, there was no rest.

The people all said that it was God crying for Lord Xuan and sending a generation of loyalty.

The doctors went in one after another, and came out one after another, and they kept talking in her ear. What is too serious and has lost too much blood, what has been fighting for days and has been weak, what has been seriously injured and forced to work, what is too deep and the heart and lungs are damaged...... But she couldn't hear it all, and she watched the old men with white beards and white hair pass by in front of her eyes, all of them with heavy faces and mouths open and closed, like fish spitting bubbles silently in the deep sea.

She was thinking, what are they talking about? Why don't you go in and heal him? His body is so good, he can wield an eighty-pound broadsword, and he can dance a hundred-pound fine iron spear, but he is only a little injured and bleeding, what's the big deal? Why are you still lying there and not getting up? The eldest princess's appointment has passed, and Emperor Yan will leave tomorrow, he is an important minister of Huai Song, how can he not send him off?

She automatically ignored all the sounds outside, stubbornly ran to his side, gently pushed his arm, and whispered in his ear very seriously, as she had done for many years: "Lord, get up, lord, get up......"

But he still didn't move, just closed his eyes tightly, his eyebrows locked, as if he couldn't let go of something in his sleep.

His arms were cold, like ice cubes used to beat the heat in the middle of summer. She finally became more and more frightened, but she still didn't dare to exert herself, so she still pushed his arm so gently, shouting over and over again: "Lord, get up, Lord, get up......"

There were gradually cries around, and some of the attendants took out handkerchiefs and secretly wiped their tears. She suddenly became angry, turned away, and chased them all away.

The rain outside was so heavy that as soon as the door opened, the wind blew in with the cold rain, hit her thin clothes, and was blown through at once.

A physician stepped forward and said softly, "Princess, the prince is not done, you have to mourn." ”

In her life, she has always been a virtuous and obedient woman, filial piety to her parents at home, obedience to her brothers and sisters, marriage to her husband, and never dare to have a little willfulness. But at that moment, she was suddenly so angry, she slapped the Tai Doctor in the face, and said angrily: "You are talking nonsense! ”

However, the elderly imperial physician didn't say anything, just looked at her silently, his eyes so calm, but full of sympathy and pity.

And she, in such a gaze, completely collapsed, her feet went soft, and she fell into a deep darkness.

When he woke up, Xuan Mo had also woken up, and his protégés were all standing in the courtyard, dialing into the room one by one to listen to him. Seeing her come with the child in her arms, those people automatically made way for her. She stood under the peach tree in front of the house, quietly staring at the candlelit window, just as they had met for the first time many years ago.

At that time, she was still young, obediently following behind her father, with a group of brothers and sisters beside her, as well as a group of noble children of wealthy families, and a daughter-in-law, she wore an inconspicuous white satin skirt, like a hairless goose in a silk brocade. He stood on the cloister, his eyebrows were handsome, and his smile was so gentle, like the warm wind of early spring.

The subordinate followed her, holding an umbrella for her, Yong'er was still young, white and fat, shrunk in her arms, yawning from time to time, looking sleepy.

Those people seemed to have been talking for a long time, because she was Xuanmo's wife, and no one avoided her. She heard some people around her talking in a whisper, and most of the topics they said were about how the eldest princess and her relatives would maintain the Huai Song dynasty, how to correct their position in the new dynasty, how not to conflict with the hundred officials of the Yan Kingdom, and how to integrate into the Yan court little by little and become the princess's help. There are also Xuanmo's cronies, saying that they took Xuanmo's letter and wanted to hand it over to His Majesty Emperor Yan.

Eventually, little by little, the crowd dispersed, and the courtyard was quiet again, and there was no sound except the rain.

Just look at the refreshing one