Chapter Eighty-Nine: Hope Becomes Far Away

Gu Lingge was not there, and the entire Fenglan Palace had a feeling of emptiness. Even Gu Lingge didn't say a word before, but the palace would be more substantial because of the backbone, and someone would always have a good idea.

And now, the largest one in the entire palace is only Lixia. As the palace maid in charge, Lixia can only take care of daily affairs when the master is not there.

Since Qing Ruifan found out that Gu Lingge was gone, he would come here every day no matter how busy he was. Lixia sometimes tells Qing Ruifan about Gu Lingge's preferences.

When the weather is the hottest, Gu Lingge likes to sit under the shadow of the tree in the courtyard to rest and cool off, when the autumn wind blows the leaves, she likes to hold her cheeks on the stone table to watch the birds fly away, when the weather slowly cools, she prefers to take a soft blanket and pillow, move a bench and nest in the yard, the warm sun that shines every day makes her always close her eyes comfortably.

But every time she talks about the last time she had a quarrel, Lixia always wants to say something. As an ordinary palace maid, she didn't have the authority to ask anything related, but as Gu Lingge's palace maid, she just wanted to say that Qing Ruifan was wrong, and she was in a dilemma.

Qing Ruifan also knew the reason, every time he just sighed, and then silently walked to the front of the courtyard, sat in the place where she had sit, and stayed for several hours, that is, because only the things in the north have been troublesome recently, otherwise how could he have time? But

Qing Ruifan didn't even have the courage to sleep here. That phoenix couch, he would never approach when Gu Lingge was away, and now he looked expressionless except for a faint sadness.

There are many people in this world who like love, and there are many people who maintain a longing attitude, but love without harmony and loss will always be a magic barrier, tormenting everyone in the play. It is the emperor who does have most and absolute rights in this world, but what he doesn't know is that behind all the unattainable will always be high and low, and the other side of honor can only make people feel heartache.

Lixia is not a child either, and she began to knock on the side on this day.

"Your Majesty, the slave is brave and wants to ask the emperor a few questions." Li Xia stood respectfully under the porch, looking at Qing Ruifan sitting on the red lacquer of the wood, his face was calm, but he was still a little apprehensive in his heart. In her palace life for so many years, she has never had a good conversation with Qing Ruifan, after all, there is a difference between the top and bottom.

However, Gu Lingge has always been the most special one. Since she arrived at Fenglan Palace, the strict system of asking for peace between the chamberlain and the queen has disappeared, Gu Lingge has always just looked at them, and the most solemn etiquette between them is just to bend over. Gu Lingge's explanation for this is that he doesn't like too complicated politeness, and that's it.

At that time, in order to correct their natural servility, Gu Lingge tossed around for a month. But all the palace maids of Fenglan Palace always know etiquette outside, and they never cause any trouble to Gu Lingge. This is also the reason why Gu Lingge is so lazy every day. There is no thing to worry about, of course, nothing is lazy.

"Tell me about it." Qing Ruifan's voice was lazy. In the past few days, everything has been concentrated in the state of war in Beicheng, and there are no problems in other places. But every day in the court, I see those stubborn old immortals fighting back and forth, and I feel that life has lost its brilliance. Taifu's point of view is always to the point, but the prime minister is also the one who has always been going to stir up the situation, and only at this time can he be a little quieter.

"The queen mother once told the slave maid that many things in this world need to be clearly expressed, why didn't the emperor tell the mother directly?" When this question was asked, it only made Qing Ruifan feel funny.

Hasn't he expressed it properly? He has obviously said so much and likes it, what else can he do to "tell it directly"? He's already done this.

"As you can see, I have already said more than once, Lixia is teaching me, how can I be right?" There was a hint of mockery at the corners of his mouth. Qing Ruifan really didn't know what to say. As an emperor, what should he do if he is so condescending?

"But that's not what Niangniang has wanted for so many years." Lixia seems to have a different opinion. She saw another emotion in Qing Ruifan's eyes. Only now did she see why Qing Ruifan had not improved.

"Since the emperor knows the mother's temperament, he should know what the mother wants, so it's useless to blindly confess without a head or brain." Lixia felt that after today's questions were asked, she could be dragged to the Penal Division to enforce the sentence. No one has ever dared to say that the emperor has no brains.

Qing Ruifan curled the corners of his lips. Don't you have a brain, your own words, it seems to be really like this. He's been like that since he was a child. When Li Yu lectured him on Buddhist scriptures, he always had questions when he talked about the seven sufferings of Buddhism: birth, old age, illness, death, resentment, love and separation, and unwanted.

Looking at Li Yu, he said, "Teacher, didn't the Buddhists say that the family is compassionate? Why do these seven kinds of suffering still exist? Isn't this contrary to the mysteries of Buddhism? ”。 At that time, Li Yu touched his snow-white beard and smiled, looked at himself, a smart student who could draw inferences, and replied slowly:

"It is often not compassion and warmth that really shape people, but hell and despair." Li Yu's words are very gentle, not at all as profound and difficult to understand as the Hongru who is full of economy. For the emperor, Qing Ruifan at that time still had a long way to go, and he could understand it if he didn't understand it for the time being.

Later, Qing Ruifan gradually understood. There are always such people in this world who act recklessly and recklessly in the face of all tenderness, but behave well in the face of greater violence, and this is what the government does.

Before the incident happened, the government was just an ordinary defender, transparent to the point of non-existence, after the incident, it was left to the people to judge for themselves, and when it was the worst, they would come forward on their own, and use the greatest violence in the whole kingdom to stop the previous violence, and the governing power of the government is reflected here. This is Qing Ruifan's political ideal.

He's getting closer to this goal step by step, but not everything he can handle like this.

"Lixia, I've wronged you by letting you stay by Zhi's side." Qing Ruifan hung his head and couldn't see his demeanor clearly, but when he said this, he immediately panicked. Qing Ruifan is not Gu Lingge, and many things are not very obvious. The Son of Heaven was furious, and the blood flowed. She's just a little palace maid, and she still cherishes her life.

"The emperor forgives the sins." Lixia's voice was full of tremors. She still has to wander with Gu Lingge, nothing has been achieved yet.

"So what do you do in a panic." Qing Ruifan looked up and saw that the courtyard was already full of snowflakes, and the white scenery reminded him of the freedom and stability in his heart when he read Buddhist scriptures before. He hadn't felt such a relaxed feeling in years. He suddenly laughed, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was already the meaning of breaking the jar.

"Someone." Qing Ruifan stood up lazily and said loudly. A chamberlain ran neatly from behind, knelt down on one knee, and said in a solemn tone: "Your Majesty." ”

"From now on, Feng Lixia is a noble concubine, appreciating a hundred brocades, a hundred butterflies wearing a flower cloud satin skirt, a palace satin plain snow silk skirt, and three carved silk mud gold and silver Ruyi cloud pattern satin dresses, giving the west wing hall of Fenglan Palace, hoping to be respectful and humble later, and solve problems for the queen." Qing Ruifan thought that it was like an endorsement, completely ignoring how ugly Lixia's expression was, at this time, it was a little in line with his appearance as the emperor's eyes. Only then did Lixia understand that the power of the Son of Heaven only has a time when he wants to use it, and there is absolutely no time when he can't use it.

"The emperor forgives, Lixia ......" Lixia wanted to say something, but Qing Ruifan raised his hand and directly beat him back. He looked at her, stretched out his smooth and dry hands, his eyes were clear and bright, and the reflection of Lixia made her feel sad, but she had nothing to argue. This is Qing Ruifan, not Gu Lingge.

"Noble concubine, get up, this winter, the ground is cold, if you suffer from the wind and cold, I will feel distressed." Qing Ruifan acted as if he really fell in love with Lixia, and his voice and movements were extremely gentle. But Heaven and Earth Mingjian, Lixia really doesn't have this kind of thought. But she had no other way, she could only timidly put her hand in Qing Ruifan's palm, and then slowly stood up with strength, her heart and mind were all mush.

Qing Ruifan acted as if nothing had happened, and after helping Li Xia up, he dragged her to Yongyuan Palace to watch him write relevant wills. Because of Gu Lingge's absence, he came by himself, which can also show how much he attaches importance to this "noble concubine".

The news spread throughout the harem in the evening. When Yang Li'er knew, she gently took the scissors and cut off the five-clawed golden dragon mink fur that she had planned to offer tomorrow, and Wang Jingchen unexpectedly smashed the entire palace from the inside out. Xiang Guifei accompanied the whole process, and finally persuaded her to take a big circle. All reacted differently, but the two protagonists of the event said nothing.

The next day, Lixia went to the Queen Mother to say goodbye. The Queen Mother looked at the new nobleman with a soft face, and asked a few words kindly, and then told a few words about the usual topic of branching out, and finally let her go. After Lixia left Ci'an Hall, she returned to Fenglan Palace safely, and then moved her face, it had been a long time since she had smiled against her will.

When Gu Lingge heard the news, it was said by Lan Yi as usual. I don't know when, Lan Yi has become a microphone in the palace, even if Gu Lingge doesn't want to know everything, Lan Yi will still tell her as soon as possible, which makes her very helpless.

Her first reaction when she heard this was to drink a cup of tea in her hand indifferently and quietly, and she was a little embarrassed to hide the discomfort in her heart. If it's Lixia, she should think it's good, no matter what, it's not other ill-intentioned people.

But ah, didn't Qing Ruifan say that he liked her? His face changed in such an instant, and the object was still Lixia, which was a little uncomfortable.

Lan Yi looked at Gu Lingge's expression, as calm as a well. He hadn't understood this woman for so long, so he could only wait and see.

"Blue, if you don't have anything else to do, you can go." She was now nestled in bed, with a small coffee table in front of her, on which a pot of tea was still steaming. His hair was only slightly combed, and his face was a little pale and lackluster. When it comes to eviction orders, there is no strength.

"Does the master really have nothing to say?" Blue Yi did it on purpose, and although he couldn't see it, he still wanted to ask.

"I don't have anything to say, you can go, blue." Gu Lingge leaned back on the soft pillow behind him, trying his best to look leisurely and complacent. Lan Yi stood up for a while, seeing that there was nothing to do, so he could only nod slowly and then withdraw to leave.

"Yuan Luo......" Gu Lingge closed his eyes alone and muttered. It's raining outside, and it's a little bit like it's on my heart.