After Li Ling left, Li Zhaoyi stood quietly in front of the window.

At night in early November, there was no moon, so it was dark outside, and I couldn't see anything clearly, but Li Zhaoyi was quietly in front of the window, not knowing what she was looking at.

Or perhaps, nothing was seen.

Occasionally, a breeze blew in and blew the branches outside, and the branches swayed in the branches.

Li Zhaoyi suddenly remembered the dance she used to like to dance, and remembered the Dragon Boat Festival in the first year she entered the palace, and she also promoted from Jieyu to Chongyuan with a dance.

People's memories are endless, Li Zhaoyi remembered the Dragon Boat Festival that year, and then remembered that she was pregnant later, and then miscarried, and then adopted the third princess and the third prince, and then became pregnant, gave birth to a child, and lost a child......

Throughout her life, she has not been able to keep a single child, whether she gave birth to it or not.

It's just that there are times in life when you have to have it, and there are times in life when you don't force it.

Now it is the fifth day of November in the twelfth year of Tianping, and she is the ninth day of March in the third year of Tianping, counting it, there are only four days left, and she has been in the palace for nine years and eight months.

Nine years have passed, the original Concubine Wen, Concubine Qian Shu, and Concubine An are gone, Zhuang Zhaorong and Mo Jieyu, who entered the palace with her, have long since become a piece of loess, and Ruyue beside her has also gone, and her third princess and six princes, Hua'er and Xian'er, also died at the age of one or two......

Thinking of this, Li Zhaoyi's eyes couldn't help but fill with tears.

Then walked into the inner room step by step, took out a small porcelain bottle from the secret compartment under her bed, and poured the contents of the small porcelain bottle into his hands with trembling hands, and after swallowing it, Li Zhaoyi's expression calmed down a little.

At this moment, she only thought of the dance at the Dragon Boat Festival Palace banquet that year, the dance she loved to dance since she was a child.

Li Zhaoyi turned out the dress, the bright red shirt that she loved the most but didn't have a chance to wear, and took advantage of the darkness of the night, Li Zhaoyi changed into that dress.

After putting it on, Li Zhaoyi also looked in the mirror and found that her face was pale, and Li Zhaoyi sat in front of the dressing mirror again and carefully groomed herself.

Finally tidying up, Li Zhaoyi smiled slightly at the mirror.

Standing in front of the mirror, Li Zhaoyi raised her hand and wanted to dance the dance again, but as soon as she raised her hand, Li Zhaoyi found that she was a little weak.

With a wry smile, Li Zhaoyi took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone again, she wanted to paint.

When she was in the boudoir before entering the palace, her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting were not bad, and painting a painting was really easier for her than dancing.

Li Zhaoyi paints very carefully, she paints while looking in the mirror, she paints very slowly, sketching one stroke at a time, all of which are expressive.

By the time Li Zhaoyi finished painting, it was already the beginning of the year.

Li Zhaoyi looked at her paintings with satisfaction, and finally had some old smiles on her face.

She put the painting away, unfolded it and placed it in front of the dressing mirror, and then she danced to it, and although the dance was no longer as moving as it had been then, she still felt very happy.

She wanted to dance, and she felt so happy.

Jolly.

The next day, as soon as Liling had breakfast, someone from the palace came to report that something had happened in Lianhua Palace.

After Concubine Ning Shu was assassinated, there was no one in charge of the harem, so the power of the palace naturally fell into the hands of Pear Ling, and if something happened, it was naturally Pear Ling who would deal with it.

Hearing that something had happened to Lian Hua Palace, Li Ling's hand shook slightly, and the tea in the tea bowl in his hand spilled a little.

"Go to Lianhua Palace!" Li Ling was a little panicked in her heart, Li Zhaoyi ......

As Li Ling expected, Li Zhaoyi died.

However, even though Li Ling was ready, when she saw Li Zhaoyi's death, her heart was still a little shocked, and then tears followed.

I don't know why, when Li Ling saw Li Zhaoyi's death, Li Ling just felt a sour nose, and tears fell.

While asking people not to touch Li Zhaoyi's body, Li Ling hurriedly ordered someone to invite Dong to pray for him.

Li Zhaoyi was wearing a red dance dress, her face was covered with makeup, and her mouth was covered with red lipstick, because she had not been dead for a long time, so Li Zhaoyi's face was not white, perhaps because of the makeup, Li Zhaoyi's face did not look too bad, as if Li Zhaoyi was just asleep.

Li Zhaoyi was lying in front of the dresser, holding a painting of a woman in red dancing on a splendid hall.

The woman in the painting is Li Zhaoyi.

The payment is Li's Huiqin, the fifth day of November in the twelfth year of Tianping.

The fifth day of November is the birthday of Li Zhaoyi's son, the sixth prince, no wonder Li Zhaoyi chose this day......

Li Zhaoyi was dressed in red, lying slightly lazily in front of the dresser, holding the painting of herself dancing in front of her, this scene was as if Li Zhaoyi was still alive, she was just admiring her paintings, and she fell asleep in front of the dresser when she was tired of appreciating it.

It's a pity that the dried blood at the corners of Li Zhaoyi's mouth and the blood that has become vermilion on the painting are reminding others that Li Zhaoyi is dead.

For some reason, Pear Ling wanted to cry bitterly.

But I still held back, after all, this is in the palace.

It's in the palace after all!

Although Li Zhaoyi intended to assassinate Concubine Ning Shu, now that Li Zhaoyi is dead, and Li Zhaoyi's father also begged for the bones on the grounds that he did not raise his daughter well, Dong Qilin naturally did not want to punish the Li family again.

At the suggestion of Li Ling, Li Zhaoyi was posthumously named Concubine Li and buried in the imperial mausoleum.

Li Zhaoyi's death did not cause much turmoil, the harem calmed down, Li Zhaoyi's father begged the bones back to his hometown, Li Zhaoyi's brother no longer bit Ning Shufei, Ning Shufei also recuperated with peace of mind, and did not see any action.

It seems that everything ended with the death of Li Zhaoyi.

is only a pear ling, and she can never forget the scene of Li Zhaoyi's death that she saw.

She should be the last person to see Li Zhaoyi.

After she left, Li Zhaoyi should have painted, and then put on her favorite clothes, seeing that Li Zhaoyi didn't forget to draw her dancing before she died, thinking that Li Zhaoyi likes to dance, maybe Li Zhaoyi danced after painting, a dance she liked to dance.

And then what

Then she took poison and committed suicide.

I don't know why, every time I think of Li Zhaoyi, I feel that I can't stop crying.

Didn't she owe Li Zhaoyi?

Ri Ling sighed faintly.

Maybe it's because she and Li Zhaoyi entered the palace together, and lived in the same palace, because of a title, she and Li Zhaoyi didn't know each other, and later after Li Zhaoyi became pregnant and miscarried, she gradually smoothed out her temperament, and began to cooperate with Liling, step by step to today.

Li Zhaoyi was suddenly gone, and Li Ling only felt that the harem was colder.