Yuehua has never understood, what is love? How stupid can love be?

She once mistakenly thought that her admiration and gratitude to Shao Ziqing was the love of the beginning of love, and later she felt that when she saw Mo Guhan, she blushed and her heart beat and was full of joy, which was also the love after the release of the previous suspicion.

Today, she only understood from Jun Shuyuan's body that she really loved someone, and this was the case. Just because she was afraid that Mo Guhan would feel guilty and regretful, she would have to bear such a reputation for the rest of her life.

Loving someone is too terrible, beyond oneself, like a moth to a fire, just like his loyal and patriotic father, in order to defend Chang'an, he can give up everything.

Love is a double-edged sword, it hurts too much, she should never love someone, especially, this person is Mo Guhan! It's the emperor! He was a stubborn stone, a piece of ice, a suspicious and arrogant and brutal man.

"Sister, promise me, okay?" Jun Shuyuan grabbed her shirt and didn't let go, using all her strength, her eyes were full of expectation, and she was already angry: "Don't tell him." ”

She bent down in distress and helped her up, only trembling her hands and muttering: "Silly girl, silly girl!" ”

Jun Shuyuan seemed to be tired, and closed her eyes tiredly, only Sakura's lips moved, as if she was talking nonsense.

"Jun Wan left without worry, but I am sorry for Brother Jun Chi for the rest of my life...... I lost him...... was pushed to the emperor by Concubine He. Later, I didn't even keep my heart, and I gave it to the emperor...... only left Brother Jun Chi full of guilt...... If it's on the bridge, it's really good to have Meng Po soup......"

The voice is getting lower and lower, and it is like a Sanskrit sound in the ears, and it is gradually impossible to hear.

The eyes dimmed, like a lamp and candle extinguished, and there was a wisp of green smoke, which could no longer illuminate the prosperity of the world.

The people in the Queen Mother's palace came in and passed on the Queen Mother's will: "The Queen Mother's grace, allow the burial." ”

Yuehua half knelt and half sat on the foot of the bed, still clenched Jun Shuyuan's cold hand, and raised her face numbly, Jun Shuyuan's face was serene, and she was already fragrant.

She used her infatuation for a lifetime, and exchanged two cold words: "Quasi-burial." ”

There is no need to frustrate the bones and raise ashes, there is no need to fly into the dry well, there can be no reincarnation for eternity, and the burial is the most natural destination for ordinary people, which has become the royal grace.

Yuehua took the initiative to invite Ying and hosted Jun Shuyuan's funeral.

When Jun Shuyuan died, she was still in the position of Shuyuan, but at the funeral, the Queen Mother asked everything to be simple, saying that the Queen Mother was old and didn't like to hold funerals in the palace, so she was a little unlucky.

Yuehua felt that it didn't matter, whether she walked decently or not had little to do with these red tapes, not to mention that Jun Shuyuan had an indifferent temperament before her death, and she shouldn't like to be disturbed by too many people after she died.

In fact, she was completely overwhelmed, Jun Shuyuan's death in the harem was like a small pebble thrown into the lake, not even a wave, just a few ripples, and then it was still calm, not even as boiling as the plum garden at the beginning.

In everyone's eyes, the concubine who is not worried about guarding the woman's way has no other way out except a dead end, even if she survives, she is just a walking corpse. The emperor did not strip her of her status and allowed a grand funeral, which is already a kindness.

And in the Forbidden City, the only thing that is not lacking is women.

After the burial, the mourning hall was very desolate, and no one came to pay respects. In addition to the few palace people in front of her, there was still a little bit of master-servant affection, thinking about how good she used to be, she whimpered a few times with red eyes, and in the entire mourning hall, there was only the beep of white candles burning.

After the middle of the night, the palace people didn't know where to hide and be lazy, Yuehua sat quietly on the futon alone, with her arms and knees, and only heard her own shallow breathing. In this cold winter night, the breath exhaled from the body is cold, with the moisture of tears.

When Jun Shuyuan was alive, she didn't bring much wealth to the people around her, and the capital of showing off her might and power will naturally not be remembered after she goes.

Lan Cairen came over quietly, accompanied Yuehua to be silent for a while, burned a few pieces of paper, and comforted her a few words, so that she could go back and rest. Yuehua only shook her head and stubbornly let her go.

The concubines in the palace who used to be called sisters and sisters, because of Mo Guhan's attitude, also avoided it, and refused to come over to take care of their feelings, Yuehua sighed, leaned on Jun Shuyuan's coffin, and was stupid.

She was waiting for two people.

One person is Jun Chi, and the other person is Mo Guhan.

Jun Chi, it was Yuehua who waited for Jun Shuyuan. When she left, her heart was full of guilt and a heavy sense of guilt. Yuehua wanted to see the man named Jun Chi, in front of Jun Shuyuan, and asked, does he complain, does he hate, does he regret it? Let Jun Shuyuan go with peace of mind.

It's a pity that after waiting for two days, he didn't come, perhaps, he didn't know the news of Jun Shuyuan's death at all; Perhaps, his injuries have not healed and he will not be able to enter the palace at all; Perhaps, he couldn't get close to Bixiao Pavilion at all; Perhaps, he was really resentful in his heart, and he didn't want to see her for the last time.

The second person is Mo Guhan, who is what she is waiting for herself. There was still a trace of hope in her heart, she felt that Mo Guhan was not a completely ruthless and unrighteous person, and under his cold appearance, there was a heart that was hotter than anyone else. Such a person is like a glass of mellow wine, which looks like clear water, which, once lit, can burn the most surging flame.

Jun Shuyuan betrayed him even in his eyes, and committed a sin that no man can forgive, and now, she has passed away, as a former pillow person, a husband and wife for a hundred days, he should also come to see her for the last time.

The door was open, the shadow of the moon shifted westward, and a cold and dry moonlight poured in from outside the door, a miserable white color, gilding the bluestone floor with a layer of frost. Tonight was cold and windless, with white candles flickering and shadows of flags, making the room even more bleak.

Yuehua held the stove in her arms and threw the burning paper into the dying ash basin, and a tongue of fire suddenly jumped up, swept the yellow paper, and kept pouring from the marks of the copper coins on it.

Agarwood and Mama Wei don't understand that their master is the queen, how can they still keep a guard for a little Shuyuan? persuaded again and again, but was taken away by Yuehua.

Yuehua thought, if she had promised the Empress Dowager to take care of her in her Qingqiu Palace, would Jun Shuyuan have escaped this catastrophe?

She thought back to the events of that day over and over again, regretting why she couldn't follow Mo Guhan and the Queen Mother into the plum garden at that time, just a few steps away. Perhaps, she will listen to Jun Shuyuan's explanation, and then, there will be no more, even if she explains, will Mo Guhan and the Queen Mother believe it?

On that day, the guard named Jun Chi only touched Jun Shuyuan's sideburns at most, right? She believed that she would never behave too far, Mo Guhan and the Queen Mother were so suspicious, and cruelly removed the flesh and blood in Jun Shuyuan's abdomen.

She has always known that the emperor is suspicious, especially Mo Guhan's environment since he was a child, so he has to bother to guess everyone around him, the closer he is, the more suspicious he is, including the Queen Mother, the Queen Mother, many concubines, and of course, her.

But today, with such a bloody fact in front of her, a fresh flower in her hands and a broken flower, she knew that this suspicion was an invisible blade, more cruel than any weapon that kills people without seeing blood.

She has never been so eager and anxious to see Mo Guhan, even if he just stepped in, take a look, just take a look at Jun Shuyuan's spiritual position, it is also a comfort to her trembling and walking on thin ice.

She also wanted to know whether Mo Guhan knew that the Queen Mother gave Jun Shuyuan safflower soup for an abortion, was the Queen Mother making her own opinion, or did Mo Guhan acquiesce?

As the night deepened, the cold air poured in from all directions, especially when the door was open, and the cold air poured in became the wind. It is said that the door cannot be closed during the wake, and the deceased can come and go freely, go to every corner of her mind, and see who she can't let go.

Yuehua curled up, staring at the bright white doorway, gradually, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and then in a chaotic manner, she leaned on Jun Shuyuan's coffin and fell asleep.

Mo Guhan stood in the shadows outside the door for a long time, and finally walked in gently, took out three incense sticks from the desk, lit them, and inserted them into the incense burner. There was silence for a moment, and then, turning around, he glanced down at Yuehua, who was half-leaning and half-leaning, and frowned slightly.

Yuehua curled up tightly, her eyebrows were slightly constricted, and there were still half drops of crystal tears hanging on her wet eyelashes, trembling and not falling.

He remembered that Yuehua and Jun Shuyuan didn't move around closely, and when she went to visit Jun Wan, who was bedridden, he suspected that she had bad intentions and lost all the supplements she sent.

Now that Jun Shuyuan is gone, everyone avoids her, but she is the only one who risks her involvement, condescends to her dignity, stays in front of her, and gives Jun Shuyuan the last trace of warmth in the hot and cold world.

Mo Guhan half-squatted down, couldn't help but reach out, wanting to help her wipe away the half of the tears, but paused, stood up, turned around and walked out of the mourning hall, and ordered Rong Xiang unhappily: "Invite the queen back to Qingqiu Palace, just say it's my order." Those palace people who are lazy, if they no longer know their duties, they will all be driven out of the palace. ”

Rong Xiang responded, and hurriedly went to find Xiangshen and Mama Wei, and conveyed Mo Guhan's words.

When the palace people in Bixiao Pavilion learned that the emperor had come up, they were all taken aback, and hurriedly returned to the mourning hall, kneeling on the ground, and crying with a whimper.

Yuehua woke up and saw Xiangshen and Mama Wei standing in front of her: "Is it dawn?" ”

Xiangshen shook his head: "Just three watches, it was the emperor who asked you to go back to Qingqiu Palace to rest." ”

"Your Majesty? Has the emperor come here? ”

Xiangshen nodded.

Yuehua raised her eyes to see the curling three incense sticks, although it was only a little sporadic, but with a blazing temperature, she finally felt a little comforted in her heart. She thought that the stupid woman who was sleeping in the coffin now, her wisp of incense, should also be able to fly with this fireworks.

Bixiao Palace?

The sky is as blue as water, and the moon is like cymbals

......

My family's water moon sends Zhao Pavilion.

Return, the sky is too ruthless