Chapter 212: Outside the Holy Maiden's Palace

"Look what my sister said about this," Yang Li'er tightened the fox fur blanket that was tightly cushioned, and her face was full of smiles, and she didn't panic at all, "I haven't seen my sister in this palace for many days, and I got a cake of good tea by chance, so I naturally think about my sister." ”

"If my sister thinks of my sister like this, it's really chilling." Yang Li'er has been in the palace for so many years, and she is obedient to the emperor at the top, and softly whispers to the palace e. Everyone praised her for being gentle and virtuous, but the words of Concubine Yuan made people suspicious.

"My sister is serious, but my sister is just a little flattered. My sister thinks about her sister when she has good tea, and my sister is naturally grateful. Although Concubine Yuan was impatient, her face still did not leak.

"That's right, sisters naturally have to think about each other, and my sister is acceptable, so you don't have to be so polite." Yang Li'er is leisurely, anyway, everyone is already here, so it's the same in the morning and late. After all, she was just a concubine, and she didn't let her go, she didn't dare to leave with her sleeves up. She enjoyed this immobile coercion.

"Then my sister is better to be respectful than to obey her fate." Concubine Yuan pressed the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, and felt that her face was about to stiffen with laughter, but she really can't go from here easily, she will be able to leave here soon, and she must not be overwhelmed and make a big plan.

"I remember that the day before yesterday, my sister reminded me that I went to Jiaowei Palace, but I don't know if my sister can get what she wants?" It is impossible for Yang Li'er not to even know that she was used as a gunman, she is like a mirror in her heart, just to see how long Concubine Yuan has not moved, and she is just trying to do a thing or two.

Since Gu Lingge was trapped in Ci'an Hall and did not see anyone for more than half a month, the uneasiness in Yang Li'er's heart has become heavier and heavier day by day, she is always afraid that things will exceed her control, and she is always suspicious. In her opinion, only by pinching everything to death in the palm of her hand can she sleep peacefully.

"My sister said this, not to mention that my sister had never been to Jiaowei Palace. Even the thing that is sought is also cut off. The concubines are thanks to their sister for everything in this palace, and they usually have no worries about food and clothing, where can they ask for anything. Concubine Yuan's face was relaxed, and the green spike willow wood chumb in her hand leaked out of the raised sleeve, Yang Li'er didn't know it, and she didn't care about it.

Yang Li'er didn't take her words seriously, and wanted to say something more, when she heard the palace maid who was waiting outside come in and bite Lianyue's ear. Lianyue thought about it for a while, but leaned over and said in Yang Li'er's ear: "Niangniang, Concubine Chen is here, do you see it?"

Yang Li'er was worried that she couldn't talk to Concubine Yuan, she felt bored with too much talk in the scene, and this Concubine Yuan was always low-costing and soft, so that she couldn't get any comfort. "Sister Concubine Chen is here? Please come in, this tea cake in this palace has found a pin today. She looked at Concubine Yuan with a smile, and the other party also gave her a gentle smile.

If you want to say that this southern Xinjiang is also really beautiful, Concubine Yuan's sudden smile is really tasteful, gentle but quiet, quiet and beautiful. She smiled happily as if she had thought of something good, but Yang Li'er didn't care, there were too many beautiful flowers in this harem, but they all consumed fat.

When Wang Jingchen walked in, she had a strong smell of medicine. I don't know how to do it, the two people who came today have a smell on their bodies, if it weren't for the enough incense in the hall, Yang Li'er would almost have to go back. In this winter, you don't have to drink tonic so diligently.

It is not wrong to say that Wang Jingchen drinks tonics. She saw that she had gained a lot of weight, her face was ruddy like a red-clothed peanut that had just been peeled, and the small chin that many people had envied before was hard to see at all, plus the pink and tender palace satin dress on her body, from a distance, she thought that someone's peach was running around outside.

"What good things have Concubine Chen eaten lately? Looking at this little round face, it is really enviable. "Concubine Yuan has always been a nail and an eye, and rarely takes the initiative to talk, so the person who spoke became Yang Li'er again. She was also glad, she was the biggest in the temple anyway, and she reveled in this kind of superiority.

"The concubine said that the concubine was suffering from a cold the day before yesterday, and the imperial doctor said that the concubine was weak and needed to take more supplements, and drank bowls of medicine, who knew that it would become like this." Wang Jingchen was furious when she said it. Obviously, she doesn't drink medicine, but who knows that the stupid donkey doctor insisted on tricking her, saying that only when her complexion is good can the emperor see it well, maybe she can give birth to the prince first, and the mother is expensive by virtue of the child.

But the result? The medicine has been poured bowl by bowl, but he has become such an ugly appearance, not to mention the emperor, even if he sees it, he is unappetizing, and he really can't bite his silver teeth.

"Since your body is weak, why don't you take care of it in the palace?" Concubine Yuan suddenly interjected, and Wang Jingchen couldn't detect anything from her indifferent face, so she hooked the corners of her lips and pretended to be pitiful.

"Isn't it a long time since I saw the concubine, now the snow has stopped, and the concubine's body is still refreshing, so I want to come and catch up with my sister. My sister won't pick me up, will she? Although Wang Jingchen asked, she knew that Yang Li'er would not let go of every opportunity to show off her might, and if she took this trip by herself, maybe she would still be happy in her heart.

"Sister, that's wrong, in the same harem, my sister is willing to come to this small place in the palace, and it's too late for the palace to be happy, so how can I let my sister go?" Yang Li'er asked people to spread out blankets, beckoned people to sit down, asked Lianyue to make tea, and asked the maid to put a blanket on her lap, which was very caring.

The coals in the house burned red, and there was a subtle crackling sound from time to time. The three of them sat opposite each other, but none of them spoke, and the atmosphere was as cold as the snow outside. Yang Li'er had almost forgotten the last time everyone got together, but the same silence seemed to be carved into the bone marrow.

"By the way, this year's Chinese New Year's Eve family banquet, have the sisters thought about what programs to prepare?" My sister has been thinking about it for the past two days because of this. Concubine Yuan didn't seem to like quiet today, so she paused for a while and said softly. She herself couldn't watch this Chinese New Year's Eve family banquet, but she also did it when she slipped out to meet them.

"It's not, how many people are going to be caught off guard by the emperor's fight this year." Wang Jingchen was also full of complaints when she talked about this. Obviously, the previous family banquets were just invited to dance female musicians, play music, and it was over after a lively time, but this year I don't know what kind of whim, I actually thought that every concubine would perform on stage.

Although it is just a small family banquet up and down the palace, everyone knows the roots, but when it comes to showing it, everyone is shy, as if it is not themselves who are arrogant and domineering on weekdays.

Yang Li'er didn't say anything. The proposal itself was a gift she asked the emperor for, saying that it was to let everyone move their muscles and muscles so that they would not be too bored at the banquet. As a result, the next day the emperor told Jiugong to do so, and she didn't know whether to say that the emperor loved her or whether to say that the emperor tried his best to get rid of her.

She is naturally not afraid of what she wants to perform, but others may not. One of the advantages of the emperor's edict is that no one disobeys, at most he comes to himself to chew the root of his tongue, but what should be done is still to be done. She likes to see their bitter gourd faces these days.

"The emperor is also kind, after all, in previous years' banquets, there were only Yingge Yan dances, and this year it is not impossible to make something fresh, anyway, the sisters are also versatile, don't be afraid of this." It was Yang Li'er who played the round. She wants the family banquet to be held, and she also wants to make these people ugly, so appeasement is inevitable, and only when this group of people is comforted can they feel that the emperor is right.

"Sister Guifei said that it was easy, but it was difficult to do." Wang Jingchen never went too far, she knew how ruthless Yang Li'er was, and she couldn't fight with her, so she could only stab her a few words without pain.

Yang Li'er still smiled decently, and buckled a few high hats for Wang Jingchen without being salty, and she quieted down. Concubine Yuan sat and watched the play, and felt that she had lost interest, so she got up and retired. Yang Li'er didn't stop her, waved her hand to let her go, Concubine Chen also retired, the hall was empty again, but Yang Li'er laughed.

In the palace of the concubine.

Concubine Yuan has dropped several blue and white porcelain vases when she returns to the palace, and the palace maids are silent, serving this unpredictable master is really more difficult than anything else.

Concubine Yuan lost her temper for some reason, and no matter how much she persuaded her, it didn't work. I didn't think this person was so difficult to serve before, but now it's like losing my mind.

"You all go out of the palace, get out!" Concubine Yuan roared, half frightened and half threatening to dismiss everyone. Looking at the empty dormitory and the furnace in front of him, he suddenly laughed.

She had been researching the medicine for returning to southern Xinjiang for several months, and now it was in the final stage, as long as she added another medicine, she could do it.

"Holy Maiden." Someone fell from the beam, Concubine Yuan didn't look up, she had listened to the voice of her personal guard for more than ten years, and she had long been used to it.

"Did the Far Traveler get what I wanted?" She made a deal with the Southern Xinjiang Traveler a few months ago, as long as he could get the key medicinal materials he wanted, she promised to give him the solitary book of the holy medicine hidden in the Holy Maiden's Palace. That lone book is a forbidden book for the saints, so it doesn't matter if you give it away.

"Yes, yesterday the traveler was sent over." The guard handed over a celadon bottle, and although the mouth of the bottle was stopped, there was still a faint smell of blood. He was close to him, and he was already gaining body temperature.

"Well, good lover's blood, you go outside and guard first, and notify me when someone comes." Concubine Yuan smiled, her face full of satisfaction. Dealing with a far-away traveler will never be disappointed, she has always known it.

What is Lover's Blood? It is the lover vomiting out of the desolate and miserable realm that has a pure color, even fragrant blood. Such blood requirements are extremely high. If it is a desperate lover, if it is a lover who is adrift and still has hope, if it is a lover who has to work hard but has no possibility of turning back, this kind of blood is the best.

"Love but not lover blood, ask but not undead spirit sand, complain but not mandarin ducks, hate but not Shi Jichen, hate but not withered Gu, leave but not green spring." She read the names of the various medicines, threw them into the pot, and then closed the lid and sent the guards to the kitchen, where they were boiled over high heat, and half an hour later they were fetched.

She watched as the guards went down, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. In a short time, or by this time tomorrow, she will be on her way back to southern Xinjiang.

She boiled this medicine, not to fake her death or cheat the corpse, but to regain her memory and ability to be taken away.

That group of old immortals, in order to send themselves into the palace, actually fed her Gu ruthlessly, if it was just that the Gu was returned, and the formation seal was added to it, it would really be as shameless as it was.

The mystic classics in southern Xinjiang are vast, and even if the saint is knowledgeable, she may not be able to know them all. The so-called elders who were buried in yellow mud to the base of their necks ignored the agreement that the holy woman was not allowed to go out of the realm, and because they didn't want to lose their daughters, they forcibly convened a collegial meeting to revise the secret contract, sealed their abilities and memories, and sent themselves to Beijing, who was no different from civilians, and gave her brocade clothes and food, but no one asked her opinion.

So she wouldn't let them go so easily. It's not that she didn't want to settle down in the palace, but there are too many snakes, insects, rats and ants that eat people here, and they suffocate her even more than in southern Xinjiang, so she will definitely not stay here.

When the first saintess and the leader of southern Xinjiang reached a collegiate agreement, taking the holy women's temple on the holy mountain as a fortress, taking the forty years of Yuanluohua's bloom and defeat as the time limit, and protecting the subjects of southern Xinjiang with a line of life and death, everyone knelt at the foot of the mountain to worship with joy and sincerity. They offered sacrifices, they were religious, they looked upon the saint as their guardian, and they were willing to provide for her to the end of their lives.

The difference between the saints of southern Xinjiang and the goddesses of Baiyue, the witch doctors of Bashu, and the shamans in the north lies in the lifelong system. Once the saint is elected, she must be dedicated to southern Xinjiang for the rest of her life, and she must not marry or leave. Forty years have passed, and they will travel down the mountain, choose the next saint by themselves, take the holy mountain, teach everything, and then hold the Que Holy Ceremony, and guard the southern Xinjiang with the new saint until they die of old age.

But this time, too many precepts have been broken. The saints did not participate in the affairs of southern Xinjiang, and the presbyterian council made the saints feel compassion with the so-called popular wishes; No one is allowed to be disrespectful to the Holy Maiden, and the Council of Elders has erased all the abilities and identities of the Yuan Concubine; The saint is not allowed to marry, and she is now the concubine of the Emperor of the Central Plains, which is ironic just to say.

There are so many saints, why should she be pulled down from the altar and defiled by others? Why should she be subjected to the presbyterian council as a fool? Why should she live in the shadow of others and not be able to turn over?

So, she wants revenge.

The guards were boiling medicine, and the maids were being blasted out by themselves. She thought about it, it was not a way to stay in the dormitory, her eyes turned to think of a good idea, and she walked towards the Yongyuan Palace.

Even if she goes back, she has to be beautiful and proud!

Yongyuan Palace.

Qing Ruifan didn't have many affairs today, so after all the things were handled, he asked the inner servant to distribute it, and he took a Buddhist scripture to copy, as if he was meditating.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Yuan Niangniang is out asking to see her, saying that she has something important to report." Because of the attention of the ninety princes, Ci'an Hall has doubled its troops, so there is no need to worry about anyone daring to rush in. So Lan Yi came back to guard Qing Ruifan, but he was still not at ease.

"Something important? Announce it. Qing Ruifan went through it in his mind, and felt that Concubine Yuan had come to keep to herself recently, and it didn't hurt to see her, so she wouldn't make some trouble that couldn't be solved.

"The concubines see the emperor." As soon as Concubine Yuan saw the emperor, she accepted her previous grievances, and Qing Ruifan looked a lot more pleasing to the eye, and gave her a seat and tea.

He noticed that the clothes that Concubine Yuan was wearing today were different from usual, they were the holy women's clothes of southern Xinjiang. He had only heard of the saint before, and Concubine Yuan had never dressed up like this for so long after entering the palace, so he was a little novel, so he took a few more glances at her. "But what's the matter?"

"The concubine wants to go back to southern Xinjiang." Qing Ruifan was a little angry when he heard this. What's this, one by one, they all have to go, there is a fire in this palace or what, everyone wants to run outside. "Why?" His voice was still leisurely, but there was already displeasure in his heart.

"The concubines dare to ask the emperor how long has it been since he received news from southern Xinjiang?" Concubine Yuan indifferently touched the silver bracelet and silver bell on her wrist, or this set of clothes made her feel comfortable.

"The emperor doesn't have to say anything to his concubines, 'no news is the best news', what kind of potato is southern Xinjiang, the emperor should know better than anyone else, right?" Concubine Yuan's words were poking Qing Ruifan's nerves step by step. But she was right.

Since the new Great Elder in Southern Xinjiang was replaced, it has begun to change its taste. The newly elected Great Elder was a good old man, who didn't want to offend either side but couldn't please either. A group of elders can naturally pinch his soft persimmon, hold a meeting today, and discuss it together tomorrow, not only encroaching on the great elders, but also inciting rebellion step by step.

In addition to ensuring that they did not riot against the Han and Qin dynasties, the secretary of state affairs in southern Xinjiang did not interfere with internal struggle, and the regulations on group autonomy were also stipulated.

The problem also happens to lie in this autonomy.

"I remember that the Holy Maiden is also not in charge of the internal affairs of Southern Xinjiang. Then my concubine, why are you in a hurry to go back? "Qing Ruifan has time today, so he can grind slowly. The first time he saw this woman, he knew that she was not a good stubble. is different from the queen, Gu Lingge is obviously bad and can't make mistakes, the person in front of him is wilted, but he has a plan in his heart, but he is majestic on his face, which makes him dislike.

"As long as the concubines can return to southern Xinjiang, the emperor will be granted the right of autonomy in southern Xinjiang. The saint of Southern Xinjiang can become the servant of the Han and Qin Emperors in Southern Xinjiang. "Concubine Yuan can be said to have sworn a poisonous oath in order to go back, and what Qing Ruifan wanted was just that.

The plan of the traveler in southern Xinjiang and the plan of the concubine, although he said that he did not clear the door, he generally understood. This saint is not a good person, even if she allows her, she will not suffer.

"Come, sign this military order, and I will let you go out through the main gate." Qing Ruifan's words were ambiguous, but Concubine Yuan didn't care about this. She just didn't want to escape like a thief, more, she had time to care.

Next.

Concubine Yuan took Qing Ruifan's Ming Huang edict, wore her holy maiden clothes, drank the antidote, stepped out of the imperial city with high spirits, and was escorted back to the place full of fighting and hatred.