She lay down for a long time before she got up, but she felt like her whole body was falling apart, not because her limbs were weak, but because her heart was full of a feeling of powerlessness and despair.

It's not that she doesn't want to curry favor with him and improve her relationship with him—even if it's to deal with Empress Feng, she should obey him, even if it's a humble obedience.

However, why did Ye Jia come?

Why do you want to go against the soul?

When I think of Ye Jia - when a man a woman loves in her heart is next to her, how can she wantonly accept joy to other men?

Maybe other women can do it, but she can't!

I don't know why I can't do it!

Are people who love doomed to such a tragedy?

The palace maids who served didn't know about the quarrel between the two - even though they were very close, they couldn't know the things in the boudoir of the husband and wife, and they were all jubilant, thinking that the emperor would naturally have some affection for Feng Zhaoyi when he came back.

Especially Baozhu, Chen Jia and the others still expect Feng Zhaoyi to blow more pillow wind in front of His Majesty - after all, the injuries of the two of them who were opened their mouths have not yet healed.

However, without waiting for the pillow wind, I heard His Majesty slam the door and leave.

That loud bang, even a fool knows that something is wrong.

Feng Zhaoyi made the emperor angry again.

Bathing and changing, washing and dressing - these daily schedules, but Feng Miaolian couldn't hold on today, and her whole body was in pain like falling apart - it wasn't that she was abused - no, no, no, he didn't abuse her! No matter what the circumstances, never!

She didn't know where the pain was coming from, maybe it was from within.

Perhaps it was from the man who lived in the guest room outside the temple—from his slender neck—from the sadness of despair deep within himself.

Hopeless.

Until now, she clearly realized that she and Ye Jia were like a dream.

Yes, in this world, no man dares to abduct the emperor's woman - even if she is standing opposite him, no matter how heart-rending love the two are, it will not help.

What's even more terrifying is that she found that the wildness and extravagance that lurked in her heart had never diminished—it was hidden! No matter how she used to live in secret, how she was willing to fall, how she broke the jar - but now it is still resurrected - it strongly reminds her that Ye Jia is there, and she will not die.

This terrible thought made her feel insulted by ** - even if it was with the emperor, it was also an insult.

I don't know if I insulted myself or Ye Jia?

Or is it that he is insulting Tuoba Hong himself?

But with such thoughts, he didn't care about Empress Feng and the others anymore - if there was no Ye Jia, what would the others be?

At this moment, she remembered a lot of lingering—desperate, powerless lingering pasts, and the more she thought about it, the more powerless she became.

As soon as the ladies dressed her, she lay down again.

Didn't eat breakfast, didn't eat lunch.

She lay in bed and couldn't do it all day until dusk, without even taking a sip of water. But I didn't have the strength to raise my hand.

Tuoba Hong did not return.

Today he was very busy, arranged sacrifices, and met with courtiers...... He did not return to the main hall until evening. Only one of his cronies, the eunuch, came back to report that His Majesty had returned from a tour and had a backlog of things to deal with, so he would spend the night in the imperial study today.

Feng Miaolian was weak and didn't care where he went.

In a drowsy state, he even forgot Yega, where is Yega?

Will he never come to the main hall again?

And myself, will I never see him again?

It wasn't until the next morning, after the pilgrimage, that Tuoba Hong returned.

There was a gloomy mist in the main hall, and Feng Miaolian had been lying on the bed and never got up.

The palace ladies trembled.

The lively willows and jewels of the past are no exception.

They didn't dare to say a word, and stood at the door of the dormitory with their heads bowed, but when they saw His Majesty returning, they hurriedly saluted.

"Where's the mother?"

"Back to Your Majesty, Niangniang is unwell and hasn't gotten up yet."

"Do you have a meal?"

"No, I didn't."

Tuoba Hong frowned, saw that the goddess of the two palaces looked suspicious, and suddenly said, "You both raise your heads." ”

Baozhu and Chen Jia raised their heads.

Tuoba Hong saw that both of them had some scars on their faces that had not yet receded, which looked a little funny. Such an obvious injury must have been left behind by the punishment. It is very unsightly for the palace maid to receive a palm, unless it is a palace maid who is rough and low-level, and a high-level popular palace maid such as Baozhu should not be like this. Who hit them? Miao Lian is angry?

"When did you anger the mother?"

The two immediately knelt down, trembling, and just shook their heads.

"Speak quickly, bold slave ......"

"It's not a mother...... It's not ......"

"Who's that?"

"It was the slaves and maids who accidentally angered the queen, so ......"

Tuoba Hong was stunned.

It turned out to be the queen's doing?

He was thoughtful and silent.

When he entered, he withdrew everyone and closed the thick door of the dormitory with his own hands. Feng Miaolian was still lying on the bed, but he knew that she was actually awake. There was only the sound of the two of them breathing, and she leaned sideways inside, not looking at him at all.

He was silent for a long time before he said lightly: "The Queen Mother's sacrifice is coming......

Before Empress Feng, she was in charge.

In those years, she exercised the rights of the queen and knew the sacrificial rites of Yiying well.

But in the end, there is no name.

Now that the famous and influential people are here, they can only take a back seat. Faintly, it became an outdated joke.

She sat up slowly, also lightly: "This kind of thing, naturally has Empress Feng in charge, isn't it?" ”

According to the palace rules, the chief priest of the harem is naturally responsible for the queen.

Civil and military officials, the emperor is the largest.

Three palaces and six courts, the queen is the largest.

No matter how favored the concubine is, she can't compete for this glory. No matter how much real power the favorite concubine has and how much benefit she has, she will never dare to fight for it at such a level of etiquette. Acting on behalf of the government and oppressing the main room, otherwise, the saliva of the government and the opposition will drown you.

Even if she is a puppet and a stake, if she is a queen, she must be a queen.

Takubahiro stared at her.

She stared at him too.

This time, the two did not hide their gaze.

After a long time, he said lightly: "Since you are uncomfortable, forget it." ”

She thought that maybe he would think that he was ungrateful and had failed the Queen Mother's early intentions. However, she couldn't care less, and in front of the Queen Mother in the spirit of heaven succumbed to the feet of another woman - no, no, no, she didn't want to.

She would rather go to Fangshan Yonggu Mausoleum.

What does this Luoyang altar have to do with the Queen Mother?

The Queen Mother has never been to Luoyang at all.

However, she was angry at his tone: "What do you mean since you're not feeling well????

Is it because you're not feeling well?

However, she didn't want to tell.

It's also not worth telling.

The awkward silence is like an insurmountable chasm, pulling the distance between the two people farther and farther apart.

"It's because the queen ??!"

She didn't answer him.

Really?

Isn't it?

From Gao Meiren to Empress Feng, he has exhausted all her fantasies about love. Fang knew that the emperor only had interests and reality, and no love - they didn't need it.

It's all so easy, and countless women are trying to flatter them, scrambling to show up, competing for tenderness and thoughtfulness for love—they don't need to work hard for love. There is no need to please any woman.

Just like Feng Miaolian herself, even if she doesn't like him anymore and loves him, she still has to please him, obey him and serve him.

Now, he's saying so.

"I know, you're because of the Queen!"

Feng Miaolian did not answer.

Only the sound of Takubahiro's breathing was heard, with forcibly suppressed anger.

This time, she thought, he couldn't help it after all.

He saw through himself.

I was jealous of Gao Meiren earlier, and now I don't even let go of my own sister - just for the position of a queen! Don't hesitate to kill each other!

It is really the most poisonous woman's heart.

It is always the woman who is greedy.

In particular, she has no repentance and does not know how to hide it—can't she be jealous?

He can control a woman's body and freedom—but can he make her jealous? Can a woman full of jealousy abandon the cancer of jealousy, be gentle and kind, and be low and small for a lifetime, but enjoy it?

Does he have what it takes?

Even if he is the great emperor Tuoba Hong who moved the capital to Luoyang, he can't!!

The two were silent that night, but there was no quarrel until the Emperor returned early the next day.

He had in his hand a copy of the pre-construction of his mausoleum. In the history of this dynasty, there are not many living emperors who built mausoleums in advance, but after moving the capital to Luoyang, the ancestors of Tuoba also found a treasure of feng shui and moved some of the clothes and mounds together. In the planned royal mausoleum, the ministers naturally had to consider the location of the present. Tuoba Hong also readily agreed, at that time he had been an emperor for more than 20 years, and he was also the father of several children, and he had completed several great achievements, so he was also eligible to build a mausoleum in advance.