The first year of Jiahe, winter.

The cold wind invades the muscles, and the moon shadow is swaying.

The new emperor ascended the throne for half a year, and the border wars continued. Gu Yanqing, the son of the king of Zhenbei, was ordered to lead his troops to resist the enemy and won a complete victory, but the mercenaries did not return. The new emperor issued three edicts in a row to summon Yanqing, but he didn't know that Gu Yanqing had rebelled, and 100,000 troops were stationed outside the city, ready to attack the city and seize the throne at any time.

Northern Wei Imperial Palace.

The lights in the Yunguang Hall were bright, and the palace people were waiting outside for the summons.

No one knew that Pei Qinghe, who was one of the four concubines, had knelt on the cold floor tiles for a full hour at this moment.

The fireplace in the palace was burned extremely hot, and it was warm.

Even if Pei Qinghe was wrapped in light gauze, he didn't feel any cold, but after kneeling for a long time, his knees inevitably tingled.

The pain was unbearable, and her body couldn't help shaking.

Through a beaded curtain, the man holding the pen and writing in front of the table cast his gaze at her, and his gaze fell on her frowning moth eyebrows.

In the silent palace, the young emperor said lightly: "This punishment, Concubine Ning can't stand it?" ”

This punishment—

Pei Qinghe laughed at himself.

Whenever this is not the case, as long as he rises in her palace on a whim, he can always find her fault to torture her and humiliate her.

She was tired, looked at the man behind the bead curtain with an expressionless face, and her voice was numb and gentle: "At this moment, the soldiers are coming to the city, and Your Majesty still has the leisure to humiliate the concubines, it seems that he is fully prepared." ”

"Are you sarcastic?"

"The concubine doesn't dare."

"Don't dare?"

With a snap, the fine Zihao pen broke on the table, the man brushed his sleeves up, and the handsome and tall figure approached her step by step.

"Pei Qinghe—"

His voice was a little colder than the cold ice of Layue.

"When you persecuted my beloved, how could you not dare? When the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty forced me to accept you as a concubine, how could you not dare? I see you are arrogant and ruthless. Why is there no arrogance now? ”

Pei Zheng's words fell, and Pei Qinghe only felt trembling all over his body.

No matter how hot the stove is, it can't withstand the coldness in my heart.

She avoided Pei Zheng's words and did not answer.

"Your Majesty, with Gu Yanqing's ability and means, you will be able to break the city early tomorrow morning, I don't know what Your Majesty plans to do?"

The man had come to her at this moment, looking down at her condescendingly, "Plans?" What can I do? ”

As he spoke, he crouched down in front of her, looking at her at eye level, and his handsome face made it impossible to see joy or anger.

He said: "Isn't it just right to use the country to take care of Bac Ninh's life? In this way, I will not have no face for her after I go to the Nine Springs. ”

Gu Beining.

Gu Beining.

This person was like a spell in Pei Qinghe's ears.

Obviously, the person in front of her is her husband, and they are going to get married two years ago, but Gu Beining's appearance has disrupted everything.

Later, Gu Beining died.

Everyone said that she killed Gu Beining.

Her husband hated her.

Gu Yanqing hated her.

The courtiers impeached her.

And the people talked about her.

But obviously-

She didn't do anything.

Pei Qinghe's heart swelled with infinite sadness.

She looked up with difficulty, looking at her husband in a daze, with an astringency in her nose and red eyes.

"Pei Zheng, your country was saved by my mother's life."

How can you do this to me.

This time, even His Majesty was not called.

Before Pei Zheng inherited the throne, he was only the concubine of King Wei, full of wealth and could not be reused. The emperor lost his son in old age, and no one inherited the unification, he was Pei Qinghe's mother, and the eldest princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty supported Pei Zheng, a child of the clan, to succeed to the throne smoothly.

For this reason, Pei Qinghe's mother died in chaos.

Accustomed to Pei Qinghe's delicate appearance, she cried at the moment, Pei Zheng frowned, and her expression was complicated.

Suddenly, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Pei Qinghe's eyes, and his voice was calm: "But if the price is that Gu Beining was brutalized, I would rather never get this position." ”

These words finally angered Pei Qinghe, and she wanted to get up, but because of the unbearable pain, she couldn't move.

She scolded him: "Faint king. ”

Pei Zheng looked at her coldly, and moved his palm to Pei Qinghe's slender neck, pinching her lifeline. As long as he pushes hard, he can easily break her neck.

But Pei Zheng didn't.

He won't kill her.

Because of his perennial martial arts practice, Pei Zheng's palms were rough, and wherever he passed, Pei Qinghe trembled.

Looking at the woman's reaction, Pei Zheng's eyes flashed dark, he leaned forward viciously, his thin lips were close to Pei Qinghe's ear, as if a demon whispered: "If you don't persecute Gu Beining, I may treat you well, but now that she is dead, the love between you and me no longer exists." ”

"Concubine Ning, you and I will come for a long time."

Gu Beining.

Ning-Concubine Ning.

The title given to her by Pei Zheng is the biggest humiliation to her.

Pei Qinghe hated the person in front of her at the moment, and while she avoided the man's breath, she opened her mouth to bite his neck.

The latter tensed and pushed her away.

Although it was only for a moment, Pei Qinghe used full strength, and Pei Zheng's neck had been bitten by her and bled out.

The man rubbed his fingertips against the wound, and after seeing the blood on it, his face was indistinguishable, he stared at her for a moment, and then put down a sentence: "You and my debts, slowly settle them in the future." ”

After that, he threw up his sleeves and left the Cloud Light Palace.

In place, Pei Qinghe knelt on the cold floor, and couldn't help but think-

Does she have a future?

Tomorrow, Gu Yanqing will be able to break through the imperial city, and at that time, the first person he will kill will be her.

Sleepless nights.

In the second half of the night, Pei Qinghe finally figured out his ending.

-

Early the next morning, Pei Qinghe asked the imperial dining room to prepare a bowl of tonic medicine for himself. She has been in poor health since she was a child, and she has been raised for many years, but she has not seen much better. Her mother tried to find a cure for her body, but she was bitter. After her mother died, she stopped taking the medicine.

In the end, she still failed her mother.

-

Today is a little colder than yesterday.

The clouds and mist cover it, and the snow is saddened by the wind.

Gu Yanqing was born in a brave family, and with the help of Xiao Tanji, the only son of Shoufu, to break through the imperial city was just a question of whether he wanted to or not.

There were no palace attendants in the Yunguang Hall early in the morning.

Pei Qinghe didn't know what the battle situation was, but she knew that she would have to face it sooner or later, and she also knew what she was about to face.

She got up early in the morning to dress up and put on her county lord's court dress.

After entering the palace for half a year, Pei Zheng has never touched her.

She is still the innocent Qinghe County Lord.

instead of Concubine Ning, who was humiliated in the palace.

-

The heater in the hall stopped the carbon, and the huge palace was cold and biting.

When the imperial dining room sent the tonic medicine, Pei Qinghe was looking at the rhombic mirror.

In the mirror, the woman is dressed in a crimson milky cloud gauze cardigan, covered with an ink-colored smoke veil with complex patterns, the white and delicate collarbones are seductive and deep, the long black and shiny hair is fixed on the top of her head with a burnt blue wisp of hollow gold hairpin, a few strands of green silk hang down on the sides of the temples, and a pair of gilt steps are inserted on the head.

The end is a serious posture peerless.

The little eunuch couldn't help but take a look, and sighed in his heart, if the things that were rumored in the market were true, this Concubine Ning didn't know how to be humiliated by General Gu in the future.