However, the accompanying plan is also clear: the emperor's mausoleum was preceded by three positions, and besides the emperor himself, one was the empress, and the other was reserved for the biological mother of the next emperor.

In other words, after his death, the people who will accompany him will definitely be his queen and Gao Meiren. As for the woman he liked, it didn't matter, even after death, he was not qualified to accompany him to sleep in the ground.

This was the rule of the imperial palaces of all dynasties, and the ministers certainly had no intention of changing it. Nor did they think that the Emperor should be informed in advance, and that His Majesty the Emperor should be asked what he meant - no need to ask! They made their own decisions.

Feng Miaolian also saw this map.

But she only glanced at it faintly, and then turned her head and sat quietly on the side.

Tuoba Hong saw her cold eyes when he put away the folds, and knew that this was tantamount to making the relationship between the two worse.

He said, "Miao Lian, this is just a sketch......

She replied, "I don't care at all. ”

"The mausoleum was originally designed too early, but it was ...... because of the migration of the ancestral mausoleums of the past generations"

"People die like lights go out, and they can't care about what happens after they die? When a person dies, it is an ignorant skin, corrupted, turned into dust, not much better than a pig or a dog, and what is the point of fighting for a false name after death? ”

This attitude is too indifferent.

It's as if she doesn't care if she stays with him forever - she was his slave and maid before she died, and she was imprisoned, so why should her soul be imprisoned by him for a long time after death?

Isn't it possible for a person to be free, and the soul can't just think about it?

She didn't realize the shock that such an attitude caused in Tuoba Hong's heart.

He looked at her in amazement, like looking at a stranger.

For the first time, a faint fear welled up in my heart.

At that time, the palace lamp was a little swaying, a gust of wind came, as if there was no wind automatically, Feng Miaolian's face seemed more blurred, vague, Tuoba Hong quietly looked over, but felt that she was sitting on the side in a daze, her face was neither sad nor angry, and she couldn't even say jealousy - just her face was transparent!

Faintly a pale transparency.

It's as if she's not real at all.

"Wonderful ......"

He called three times before she came to her senses.

"Miao Lian, why are you always absent-minded lately?"

She asked lightly, "Is there one?" Your Majesty, where did you notice that I was absent-minded? ”

He couldn't answer.

I was very tired in my heart, just looking at the neat dormitory, the brocade bedding, spotless, the madness of the past has become a thing of the past, but I just feel cold.

Just like her, the whole thing is cold, and there is no anger left.

He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Miao Lian, I want to invite Ye Jia to a banquet tonight, he used to like to pull apples......

She yawned, looked tired, and said lightly, "I'm not feeling well." ”

Refuse!

At that moment, Tuoba Hong couldn't tell if she was rejecting herself or Ye Jia.

So blunt.

Feng Miaolian also looked at him, like a mouse looking at a cat. She remembered how the little prince Tuoba was caught by him in the first place—he liked it.

It was as if all the dark side had to be exposed before his eyes. He thinks he is the Son of Heaven, representing the Heavens, with an attitude of perceiving everything and snooping on everything.

But he can spy on whatever he wants?

Feng Miaolian suddenly became extremely sober at this time, and she had never been vigilant before—she thought of Ye Jia—how to prevent Ye Jia from being ruined.

Just such a simple reason is enough to make a chaotic woman come to her senses. 、

It's just that this reason makes Tuoba Hong feel even more confused - it seems that the woman around him is getting stranger and stranger, and she is no longer the woman she used to be.

After a long time, he said slowly: "I see the scars on the faces of Baozhu and Chen Jia......"

"Oh?"

This pillow wind, she Feng Miaolian has never blown to him.

But so what?

"It was Miaozhi who hit it??"

Feng Miaolian understated: "The palace naturally has the rules of the palace. The queen has the right to teach anyone she dislikes. If you hit it, you will fight it. I only blame me for not being strict in discipline and bumping into the queen, and I ask Your Majesty to forgive me......"

Tuoba Hong's face was hot.

It's as if it's not that she's beaten and humiliated, but that she's shameless - she doesn't even have the ability to take care of a woman. It was also herself who gave other women the right to beat her.

In the past, I made a thousand wishes, and I wanted to rest and wait for the green mountains to rot.

How much did the oath of the year be fulfilled?

Especially the emperor who boasted about himself?

At this time, I slowly understood that there can be many vows and promises in life—whether it is power or money, promises are easy to fulfill. Only feelings!

Promised feelings are the easiest to break their promises and deteriorate.

He was silent for a long time.

She was also silent.

Even when he revealed that he wanted to discuss other big things, such as sacrifices, she didn't have an interface, she didn't take the initiative, and she couldn't even be interested.

Ignoring him, it's like really a concubine who does his duty - the husband and wife are the same forest birds, and they fly separately when the disaster comes—the husband and wife are still like this—let alone a concubine!

How can a concubine have the obligation to share weal and woe with her husband?

Such obligation and honor belong to the woman who enjoys his name and title.

Rights and duties should always be reciprocal, shouldn't they?

She didn't enjoy it, so she resolutely refused to pay.

Tuoba Hong turned around and went out, and from then on, he rarely returned to the main hall.

She never sent anyone to find him. , didn't even ask about his whereabouts, let alone his joys, sorrows, and sorrows, whether his food, clothing, housing and transportation were safe and reasonable.

The world is not the king's land, every room in this palace is his, thousands of women, as long as he wants, he can go to anyone's bed, are you afraid that he has nowhere to go?

Even the King of Xianyang, who is about to move.

Feng Miaolian rarely asked, but that didn't mean she didn't know at all.

She knew that Tuoba Hong would not be lonely, so she didn't plan to care.

At the beginning of the festival, Feng Zhaoyi fell ill.

It was rumored in the palace that Feng Zhaoyi was sick and bedridden again.

Empress Feng was overjoyed when she heard the news. God help me. She is really worried in the palace these days, and the little prince in her hand doesn't seem to be so valuable, but what a big deal is the abolition of the prince? The Emperor could not have made a decision lightly, and he could not have a better candidate.

On the contrary, Empress Feng was most concerned about the issue of sacrifice - who didn't know that Empress Dowager Feng's favorite was Feng Zhaoyi during her lifetime?

It stands to reason that this kind of sacrifice, the female dependents are naturally headed by the queen, and this has been the case in all dynasties, and the favorite concubine is no longer indispensable, and it is not allowed to compete for this symbol of the queen's identity during the ceremony. But a woman like Feng Miaolian, Empress Feng is really afraid that she can't do anything.

Just as she never worships herself on the day of synodism, which is the best proof of this.

What's more, she was reprimanded for the prince's affairs this time, and it is difficult to ensure that she will not fall into the ground.

Just when she was worried that Feng Miaolian was favored by the Queen Mother before her death and wanted to snatch the main sacrifice, it was rumored that Feng Zhaoyi was sick.

It's so sick.

Empress Feng clapped her hands and applauded. Sure enough, she was not disappointed, because she was soon given a decree to be ordered to start the sacrifice.

Empress Feng was overjoyed, and the suppressed breath of black air in the past few days was finally swept away.

She walked around the palace several times, talking to herself, Feng Miaolian, Feng Miaolian, you slut is a slut! Do you dare to compete with me for the queen's throne? Don't think too pretty.

Not only that, but she also received a secret report from her confidant palace maid: Feng Zhaoyi was not actually sick, maybe she had quarreled with the emperor. Because on the second day of returning to the palace, the emperor slammed the door.

This has never been done before.

This news made her even more happy than presiding over the sacrifice.

No wonder!

For many years, Feng Zhaoyi presided over the sacrifice of the Queen Mother, but this year she did not want her to participate in the palace. It's really not difficult to imagine how far she offended the emperor.

Empress Feng keenly judged that this time Feng Zhaoyi's good days were over. But she was not in a hurry to start, but generously arranged the sacrifice, striving to do it to perfection and win the emperor's favor.

She didn't let go of every detail.

The six houses began to boil up and down.

Feng Miaolian was lying in the main hall, ignoring all of this.

She had no fever or a sudden illness, but she was weak. Occasionally, I drink porridge and eat something, and I lie down all day and never get up.

Tuoba Hong rarely returns, and every time he comes back, he shows up and leaves.

She rarely looked at him, and even when he sometimes walked up to her bed, she always closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. So, he didn't comfort her at all.

There has never been such a cold relationship between the two of them.

The little warmth that has been accumulated in the past is easier to burst than a bubble, and it will disappear as soon as it is blown.

She didn't know where he had spent the night, and she didn't care, and she didn't allow the ladies to mention it.

The day before the sacrifice, she finally couldn't help it.

On the day of the Queen Mother's death, did she really not go?

She also knew that since her illness, the harem rarely sacrificed the queen mother on a large scale, and in the past, Tuoba Hong himself led the crowd to Fangshan to worship forever.

And this time?

I've already returned.

For the Queen Mother, it is the general affection of mother and daughter.

Do you resolutely refuse to go just because you are jealous?

However, Tuoba Hong did not mention it.

These days of the cold war with her, he didn't ask. It was as if this matter had nothing to do with Feng Miaolian.

Gradually, the heart became cold—cold because of fear.

She knew what it meant to not be able to go to the Queen Mother - if she was qualified to go, Tuoba Hong would take the initiative to tell herself! If he doesn't mention it, it means that he doesn't think he's qualified.

The emperor's concubine was not qualified to sacrifice to the queen mother, and the fool knew what that meant.

Except for the dead, they can only be sinners—that is, people in the cold palace.