Ruyi was stunned, and the blood on her lips slowly faded: "Linglingxiang? That's why I haven't been able to get pregnant, haven't I? ”

Jiang Youbin's expression was heavy: "Qi and blood are sluggish, and the pulse on the wrist fluctuates the most." If he didn't see this Lingling Xiang Pill, Wei Chen would also think that it was because of the little master's own physique. This tonka slowly invades the texture over time, and moves the whole body, I don't know how long the little master has been wearing it? ”

Ruyimu was in the local area, and felt that his lips were not his own, so he opened and closed them slightly numbly: "In the year when I married the emperor as a side Fujin, the tribute paid by Annan was given to Queen Fucha, and the queen then transferred it to me and Concubine Hui. It's been more than ten years. ”

Jiang Youbin sighed with a deep sigh in his words, and said, "In the past ten years, the little master has not worn it by his side for a day? ”

Ruyi only felt that her head weighed a thousand pounds, and nodded with difficulty: "Yes." Gifted by Fujin, she later became the queen, this is the most valuable item she has rewarded, and it has always been regarded by the emperor as a symbol of harmony between wives and concubines, how can she not wear it? ”

Jiang Youbin's face was extremely ugly: "Linglingxiang first came out of the southwest, and the locals often used this thing to wear or decoction, and those who are pregnant can be cut off, and those who are not pregnant can become pregnant for a long time." This thing is rare, and it is so delicately hidden, no wonder the little master doesn't know it. ”

My heart seemed to be torn by countless sharp claws, and bloody marks dripped down. It's her stupid, stupid to the point that she has been calculated for more than ten years, but she is ignorant of it, and she doesn't know it for a long time.

He bit his lip with a heart, and his lips were almost bleeding: "This thing is a tribute from Annan, so there is something wrong with what will not be sent, right?" ”

Ruyi's voice was extremely low, as if she was extremely weak, and she was holding herself up: "You also know that this is a tribute from Annan, and the tribute is for the first emperor, and no one knows who will fall into the hands of the end." How could the people of Annan spend such a purposeless mind. But I remember that the emperor gave this bracelet to Fucha Langhuan, and Fucha Langhuan kept it for a few days before giving it to me and Concubine Hui. A drop of blood fell from her heart, and the bright red color was what she had been looking forward to day and night for more than ten years, and her thoughts were in vain. She sneered lowly, and the voice was like broken cold ice, cutting through her cavity, shattering her heart, liver, intestines and lungs, and smearing the ground.

It's okay, it's okay, she mixed behind Hailan and Concubine Chun, killed the queen's child, and the queen also made her child never come to life. The harem is rolling, life and death are fighting, and it is really a report and a report.

Ruyi gritted her teeth, hot tears burned in her eyes, she desperately raised her face, endured, and held back. What has been lost, why bother to cry for it, tears falling down are just wetting yourself, it is better to let it flow back, burn your heart, remember the pain, and you will not be soft-hearted.

Ruyi held back her tears and said slowly: "Concubine Hui Guifei has been obedient to the queen for many years and is attached wholeheartedly, but she is pitiful that she is like me, her knees are empty. It was also in vain for her to be subordinate to others and look at people's colors. ”

Jiang Youbin showed a little hesitation, but still said: "Does the little master listen to Weichen's truth?" ”

Ruyi said: "You say yes." ”

Jiang Youbin sighed: "If you talk about it carefully, Concubine Hui is much more pitiful than the little master. ”

"Pathetic?" Ruyi sighed and pinched her fingers, "Live in the calculation, above the blade." In the harem, who is not pitiful? ”

Jiang Youbin's face was not very good-looking, and he said: "Concubine Hui has always had an old illness, and she can't do without the imperial doctor all the time. One is because he wears this thing on his hand like the little master. On the other hand, Concubine Hui was eager to ask for a son, and once summoned all the doctors in the Tai Hospital to diagnose her pulse. Wei Chen was the one who took a pulse for the concubine, and the concubine's pulse was a disease of qi deficiency and blood stasis, and it was very serious. ”

"Serious?" Ruyi wondered, "Isn't there always the best imperial doctor to treat her?" Why is it not improving? ”

Jiang Youbin said: "The little master just thinks so. Why is the concubine so afraid of cold in winter, and easy to sweat in summer, pale complexion, tired and weak, less breath and lazy speech, irritable and irritable, chest and rib pain like thorns, menstrual affairs are also disordered, and every month, it is colic. It is all because the blood does not go away, the new blood is unstable, and the blood does not return to the menstruation. In the long run, how can there be tire gas condensation? ”

Ruyi was slightly stunned: "You are a doctor, you only found out after a pulse diagnosis, Qilu is sentenced by the Tai Hospital, and Su Ri is the concubine's conditioning, will he not know?" ”

A hint of meaning flashed on Jiang Youbin's face: "What the little master said is the most worthy of consideration. The symptoms are obvious, accumulated over many years, but the more they are treated, the more they get sicker, the reason for which is ......"

Ruyi suddenly changed color: "Qilu doesn't have such courage!" ”

Jiang Youbin's face was full of respect, and he said calmly: "What Niangniang said is very true. But at that consultation, all the doctors in the hospital had the same tongue, and Hui Guifei's illness was brought from the womb, and now although she is getting better, the root is still there, and it has not been cleared for a while. And the prescription prescribed by all the imperial doctors that day is an important prescription, but if you take the medicine according to that prescription, the symptoms will be alleviated on the surface, in fact, it is like pouring hot water on the ice to melt the ice, and the ice is melting from the outside, but the physique of Hui Guifei is a big ice cave, no matter how much water pounces on it, it will be cold for a while, but it will freeze even more, and when you can't stand it one day, you will freeze to the point that your vitality will be greatly injured, and it will undoubtedly drink to quench your thirst. ”

Ruyi's heart twitched fiercely, and a refreshing pleasure passed, but it was also desolate. In fact, compared to the queen, she has been the most powerful in the fight with the noble concubine Gao Xiyue over the years. All the way from the subterfuge, competing for honor, fighting for position, one eliminates the other, you advance and I retreat. Although at this moment, she is in the cold palace and is in danger, but Gao Xiyue, who is favored outside, is not much better.

The hatred slowly accumulated in the chest, and after a long time, it became a sharp weapon, blunt and rusty, cut one after another. Once upon a time, she was useless; But in the future, it can't be useless!

When the emperor returned to Luan, Hailan was already four months pregnant, because of the busy return to the palace at the beginning, the emperor had lost two children in a row before, and he attached great importance to Hailan's fetus, and he was served by twice as many people around him, and a group of people followed at every turn. After that, it coincided with the emperor's longevity festival and the Mid-Autumn Festival and Chongyang Festival, which were lively under the festival, and Hailan should not go out of the palace more, and it was more and more difficult to see Ruyi once.

This day coincides with the Double Ninth Festival, the emperor has been very kind to the Queen Mother since he ascended the throne, filial piety, and the Queen Mother is in charge of the harem, so this year's Double Ninth Festival is particularly lively. According to the rules of the palace, on the first day of the Chongyang Festival in September, the emperor personally accompanied the Queen Mother to the Long Live Mountain to climb the heights to enjoy the autumn aspirations. On this day, the whole palace will eat flower cakes together to celebrate. The flower cake was made by the palace concubines themselves to offer the queen mother, and naturally they had their own strange tricks, roughly two kinds of rough flower cake and fine flower cake. A layer of coriander leaves is glued to the skin of the rough flower cake, and rough dried fruits such as green fruits, hawthorns, jujubes, and walnut kernels are sandwiched in the middle; There are many layers of fine flower cakes, and there are finer candied dried fruits sandwiched between each layer, such as preserved apples, preserved peaches, preserved apricots, black dates, etc., all made into the size of money, very exquisite. At night, the queen mother was very interested, so she followed the rules of the emperor's foreign flower cake banquet, and also invited the emperor's concubines to the Chonghua Palace. The night banquet is made into a nine-layer pagoda shape with Chongyang flower cake, and two lambs are decorated with the meaning of Chongyang (sheep), and everyone inserts dogwood, drinks chrysanthemum wine, and drinks happily.

After three rounds of drinking, the joy of singing and dancing also slowed down, and the cool breeze of the quiet night blew on the body, a little more quiet and cool, swaying all over the ground with brilliant yellow flowers, and also gave birth to a little emaciated and haggard. The emperor added a little drunkenness, and looked at the dark sky like black jade, a dim crescent moon was lonely pinned to the black curtain, and even the stars were gloomy. The emperor had a faint and tired smile on the corner of his lips, and said: "The years and months are songs and dances, and they are really boring. ”

The queen smiled: "That song "Taoyao", the concubine remembers that it is the emperor's favorite. It is often said that young women are dressed without makeup and red, just like the death of a peach, scorching and pleasing to the eye. ”

The emperor sneered lightly, drank all the wine in the cup, and said: "Pear blossom white is commonly used in banquets in the palace, and today you drink chrysanthemum yellow to have new ideas." Although I like this song and dance, I get tired of watching too much. Doesn't the queen understand the truth? ”

The queen's face darkened slightly, and she soon smiled: "The emperor always likes to be ingenious." ”

The Queen Mother stroked the emerald red gold and phoenix beads on her sideburns and shook her head, shook her head and said: "It's not ingenious, if you can always have a new look, it is also good to serve the king's side." She looked at the emperor and said, "Emperor, the newcomer Lu Clan, who was given to you by the mourning family last year, has only served you for a year, and he has always been in the position, is it not in line with the emperor's heart?" ”

The emperor smiled slightly, but he was noncommittal: "The emperor's mother loves him, and his son understands it." ”

The Empress Dowager lowered her eyelids slightly, and soon smiled loudly: "The Empress wanted to have a lovely person by your side to serve you well." If the Lu family is not good, just stay up slowly. As a concubine, if you can't please the emperor, it's redundant! ”

These words were not taken lightly or seriously, but when they fell into the ears of the concubines present, they were all stunned, and they unconsciously restrained their expressions. The Queen Mother smiled kindly: "It's autumn now, and it is inappropriate to dance "Taoyao" in the spring peach blossom season." Emperor, let's change the song and dance. ”

The emperor offered a glass of wine: "But it is up to the emperor to decide." ”

The Queen Mother smiled and stroked her palms twice, but she heard the sound of silk and bamboo, and a wisp of it was like a thin vein of a clear spring meandering, like crying and complaining, and slowly entered her heart. But I saw that among the chrysanthemums all over the ground, a woman's slender figure was raised leisurely, and she came slowly on silk and bamboo. The woman's jade-colored silk man's shirt, the faint cloud-yellow long skirt is as elegant as the light clouds and the bright moon, the plain clothes are only embroidered with autumn chrysanthemums, but only a few clear postures, and do not use complicated embroidery thread clusters, she piles up the high cloud bun only hairpin silver skein chrysanthemum tassels, do not look closely, and mistakenly think that the moonlight will fall on her, the wind blows the streamers on her clothes, fluttering lightly, scorching and shining, turning the sleeves and looking back between the cool breeze, the posture is ethereal. Her voice was soft, standing in the quiet moonlight, and she said sideways:

"The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the golden beast is sold in the brain. The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated. After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao is not **, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers! ”

It was a copy of Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin", when she read the last word "thin", the aftermath flew away, almost flew to the distant blue sea and blue sky, was contained by the flowing clouds, and was secluded and lingering. Her body slowly swirled low, and it swirled low, becoming a curling vine lightly, and it fell between the loose skirts, like holding out a jade-colored crystal flower, which was full of grace and grace.