The mother-in-law patted the lime powder on her hand and sneered: "Everyone else is drunk and you wake up alone, Duanmu, this is not good, don't be as confused and crazy as them, and there is a thought in my heart." ”

Duanmu? Yuehua felt in her heart, that was the princess who was married to Ming Media when Emperor Ren was in the palace, how could the deposed queen be in the cold palace? Didn't you say that you had died?

The man sighed gloomily: "The mourning family is to keep the clearest mind, watching the day when the old witch did many injustices and fell. ”

"Foolish dreams!" The mother-in-law snorted coldly, turned her head and smiled flatteringly at Yuehua: "Don't mind the queen mother, it's just a group of crazy women, always talking nonsense." ”

Yuehua's mood fluctuated, like a stormy wave, and she still didn't come back for a long time.

She thought that the cold palace was just a remote place, and the unfavored concubines were imprisoned in it, and there was no more food and clothing, just a simple life. I didn't expect them to live so undignified here, like a nest of forgotten livestock, to endure such insults and beatings.

Even Queen Duanmu, who favored the harem at the beginning, ended up in such a miserable end.

She was a little panicked, and the panic in her heart was growing like a weed, and her whole heart was in chaos, and there was no master of the six gods. She trembled her lips and beckoned to the little eunuch in front of her: "Let's go!" ”

Someone inside laughed mockingly: "It turns out that this is the newly canonized queen, who looks stupid and stupid, and sooner or later she will come in to be the companion of the mourning family." ”

Yuehua turned her head to look at the door, a pair of clear and sharp eyes, in the round hole, staring at herself, that gaze seemed to be about to pick her up, and then see through.

Seeing Yuehua turn around, the Mu clan actually grinned at her, with a furrow on his face, a face full of vicissitudes, and a lock of pale silver hair in his ears: "Are you afraid?" It's all the sins of your noble Empress Dowager. She has always been in the same party and fought against each other, and even the concubines of the first emperor could not escape her poisonous hands.

You don't have to marvel, she has bloody hands, we are just the tip of the iceberg, it is really nothing, because you haven't seen Anle Hall yet.

You should have heard of the Anle Hall in the beekeeping corridor, which is full of palace people who are dying, left there to fend for themselves, lingering and breathing, and after they die, they are burned on fire, and then thrown into the dry well in the courtyard. The main palace climbed out of there step by step, and compared to there, it was heaven and hell. ”

Yuehua became more and more frightened, retreated in panic, her face turned pale, and her hands and feet were numb.

"Although the mourning family is imprisoned here, but the eyes are bright and the heart is bright, you will not be the queen for long, because you and the old witch are not all the way at all, and I am afraid that there will be no place for you in this cold palace in the future."

The worry and panic in Yuehua's heart were infinitely expanded, and she almost fled away from the courtyard, not daring to turn her head back, stroking her heart, gasping for breath, and a cold sweat on her face.

The little eunuch looked at Yuehua's face cautiously, and didn't dare to say more.

"Who is that person, is it really the Duanmu Empress of Emperor Ren back then?" Yuehua couldn't help but ask, there was luck in her heart, and her hope was just crazy words.

The little eunuch nodded.

"Didn't you say she's dead?"

The little eunuch weighed the words and whispered: "I heard that after she was punished by the palace, she was indeed dying, and she didn't even have the slightest vitality, and was thrown into the beekeeping trap. Who knew that she would survive again, and live in the Anle Hall for two or three years, lying in the pile of dead people every day and being unharmed, and then she was thrown into the cold palace. ”

"Palace Punishment!"

When Yuehua spit out these two words, it was a little difficult. She had heard of palace punishment, which was a cruel method of depriving women of humanity, which was even more cruel than the palace punishment that eunuchs had to endure when they entered the palace, and six or seven times out of ten the tortured people would die for various reasons.

The Duanmu clan survived the heart-wrenching pain of the beating of the wooden mallet, and endured nearly a thousand dark years in the Anle Hall, standing up from the pile of dead people with difficulty, and still maintaining the last dignity in a place like the Cold Palace, which destroys people's minds.

What supports her is the tenacious will to survive, or the hatred that goes deep into the bone marrow?

How could Emperor Ren be ruthless and inflict such a poisonous hand on the person next to his pillow? Or is it really as Duanmu complained, everything was done by the Empress Dowager?

"What crimes did the Duanmu clan commit back then?"

The little eunuch smiled wryly and shook his head: "The slave doesn't know, it's not something we can inquire about." ”

The little eunuch was vague, and Yuehua smiled bitterly in her heart. After the defeat of the king, after the Duanmu clan was once a country, she lost in this cruel palace battle, and the queen mother will inevitably not be able to keep her, raising tigers for trouble, where is the need for any sin? Even if there is, it is just a sin to be added.

She thought of her situation, the concubines were eyeing her, and she couldn't be seen alone, she didn't know how to offend the queen mother, and she was isolated, and she instantly felt like she was on the edge of the abyss.

Yuehua began to chill all over her body, looked up at the golden glazed tiles, the palace full of joy, and then turned her head to look at the desolation and desolation of the four institutes in Qianxi, hell and heaven, the difference between a line may also be a thought.

The emperor's favor is a big hand that turns the clouds and rain, which can hold you in the palm of his hand, and repeatedly, it will also throw you down fiercely, and there will be no return.

She, Chu Yuehua, can't enter this cold palace no matter what! Never!

So, do you have to keep dodging Mo Guhan like this? Or succumb to the Empress Dowager?

When Mo Guhan came out of the imperial study, the sky was already dark, and the lights in the palace were rising sporadically, dotting the overlapping buildings, casting a soft light shadow on the entire palace.

He stood in the doorway and hesitated for a long time, not knowing where to go.

Pingsuli, when he was not too busy with the government, he would go to the Ruian Palace to accompany the Queen Mother for dinner, after dinner, the eunuchs in the worship room served a large plate of vermilion lacquer, and there was a green-headed sign of the palace concubine in it.

The Queen Mother would jokingly talk on the sidelines, urging him to give birth to a prince for the royal family earlier.

He suddenly remembered Jun Shuyuan's death, and he was not interested at all. He hadn't turned over the concubines' signs for a long time, and he didn't bother to go to the Ruian Palace to listen to the Queen Mother's chatter. When he saw the Queen Mother, he would always involuntarily touch the guilt and self-blame for Jun Shuyuan in his heart.

Rong Xiang followed him slowly, not far away, not close, and the two of them walked leisurely like this, along the long corridor, all the way.

Soon, the end of the year, the palace provoked a lot of red lanterns, joy along the corridor, Yongdao, all the way. The bright red festive light is projected on the bluestone ground, a hazy cloud, far less brilliant than the glass lamp shadow, better than warmth.

"These lanterns are interesting, they seem to be the patterns of the zodiac."

Rong Xiang saw that Mo Guhan was worried all the way, so he took the initiative to open his mouth and broke the silence.

Mo Guhan only said "um", not much interest. Although the craftsmen in the palace are exquisite, they are a little more decent, far less novel than the lanterns on the streets of the capital during the Shangyuan Festival.

"I don't know whose whimsy these zodiac lanterns are, but they are all human." Rong Xiang tilted his neck with interest.

Mo Guhan also raised his eyes and glanced at it, and saw that the bamboo lanterns on the side of the road were indeed all tied into the graphics of the zodiac, and then painted the zodiac patterns with colored paints, and put on fancy clothes. The facial features are vivid and exaggerated.

Mo Guhan was a little interested, and after looking at it the same, he also felt that the ingenuity was unique and a little novel.

He stopped suddenly, his body shook, and his face was full of disbelief.

Rong Xiang behind him also paused, followed Mo Guhan's gaze and looked over, and saw that it was the rabbit * lamp in the zodiac, but this rabbit * lamp was more majestic than other cute zodiac signs.

The rabbit was a little too humanoid, wearing armor, riding a tiger under his crotch, holding a medicine pestle in one hand, a pink face, exaggerated rouge, and a three-petal mouth with a tight line.

"There's something wrong with this palace lantern, why did you let the rabbit ride on the king of beasts?" Rong Xiang muttered in a low voice.

"Who made this rabbit palace lamp?"

Mo Guhan turned around suddenly, frowned and asked eagerly, even his breathing became noticeably short.