The next day, a few little maids laughed and laughed for a while, and then went back to the bedroom.

She rarely slept so late, and by this time she was already a little sleepy and weak, and after washing and changing, she went to bed.

Mu Xiang took a pair of small gold scissors and pressed them under her pillow, with the intention of driving away the evil of previous years. She smiled heartily, this wood fragrance learned a lot of trivial habits from A-Niang.

Mu Xiang cut the wick of the candle, put down the curtain for her, and retreated lightly.

The darkness was taken over in the house, and the original color of the curtain could not be seen clearly in the gold dwelling tent. She closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.

In her dream, she saw Mu Ling smiling and walking towards her from afar.

She was overjoyed and was about to go up, but suddenly saw two bloody tears in Mu Ling's eyes. Mu Ling smiled sadly and asked her, why was she so careless, he didn't notice her abnormality, and why did he ask her out of the palace?

In the dream, Mu Ling's face was blurred, but she realized that Mu Ling was crying, and heard her crying blood.

She was frightened and wanted to step forward to hug Mu Ling, but Mu Ling's face suddenly turned into Cheng Zhu's, stretched out a finger and pointed at her, and sharply accused her of being unchaste and unfilial.

She felt that her organs were suddenly lifted, her body was empty, and she didn't know whether she was awake or not, and in a blur, she felt out the small gold scissors under the pillow and pressed them against the neck of the person in front of her.

The man was long, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, leaning over the bed.

He didn't seem to be afraid of the scissors poking him, and he got closer and closer to her. When she saw his face clearly, she suddenly came to her senses, and the hand holding the scissors stepped back, and as soon as the hand was released, the scissors fell.

Jiang Huaiyang picked it out of the futon and put it on the nearby small table, "What are you doing with such a dangerous thing?" ”

She hung her head, her black hair covering most of her face, and a little sweat on her forehead, although she eased up a little, she could still feel her heart beat like a drum, almost bursting open her chest.

She whispered, "...... It's custom. ”

He pinned her hair behind her ears, revealing the frightened face of the little lady. Her eyelashes trembled, like a butterfly with wet wings, and she looked pitiful.

He took the person over and whispered in his ear, "Called the nightmare?" ”

In the dark, Ruan Yuyi was silent, then stared at the person in front of her, and said word by word, "The concubine dreamed of Mu Ling, she was complaining about the concubine, and asked the courtier's concubine to ask for her life." ”

To this day, she is still not sure whether there is a hidden reason behind the sentence "suicide", or whether there is a handwriting from the person in front of her.

She's talking, she's trying.

Jiang Huaiyang dropped a kiss on the side of her warm face and coaxed, "Aren't you on a very good relationship with that?" Since you were a close person when you were born, how could she harm you when you die? Don't think about it. ”

He suppressed his voice, which seemed low and soft, as if there was some real spell, and made her heart calm down a lot.

She was silent.

He continued, "I have ordered her to be buried, but when I sent her to her house, her grandmother had already died. In fact, according to the neighbors, when Mu Ling left her hometown, her grandmother was already declining, and later it was her aunt's family who helped to do the white things.

At this moment, the brocade was piled up under her waist, and she was only wearing a thin bedgown on her upper body, and the cold of the deep winter wrapped around her muscles and bones inch by inch.

Xu was so cold that she leaned into his arms, and her snort was filled with the familiar fragrance.

It's just that her fingertips are still clutched, and her body is slightly stiff, obviously for the appearance of relaxation.

Jiang Huaiyang seemed to notice something, and was silent for a while, holding her face, making her look at herself, "I don't believe in me so much?" Think I've deceived you? ”

He paused, and then continued, "Or does Ling Ling feel that the death of that servant has nothing to do with me?" ”

She breathed and swallowed, what she should have retorted to, but it was all stuck in her throat. She had to admit that everything he said was her thoughts.

She also admitted that there was no reason to think so, but deep in her heart, she didn't want to admit that the happy person in her impression would choose this way in the end.

always had to find a reason for herself, so she naturally put this suspicion on him.

He bit the tip of her ear as if punishing, and it didn't hurt, but the tingling sensation spread all the way down her spine.

He spoke in a low voice, making her unable to discern the emotion inside, "Can you trust me a little more?" ”

What about faith? What if you don't believe it? For her, it makes no difference. But after all, she squeezed out a smile, and said softly as usual, "The concubine has never thought like this, nor has she distrusted Your Majesty. ”

"Your Majesty, look at who doesn't believe whom."

Through the faint moonlight, he faintly saw a glimmer in her eyes, and only thought that she was choking tears, because he reached out to touch her eyes, but when he touched it, he realized that her eyes were dry and did not cry.

.

The next day, as soon as the new emperor came out of Chang'an Palace, Concubine Shu'er lifted the grounding and left, but the price was that she was stripped of her title and demoted to a concubine. For a while, some people gloated, and some people panicked.

In any case, this concubine has regained her free body in the end.

Ruan Yuyi was freshening up in Chang'an Palace here, and someone came outside, but Rong Concubine asked to see her. She couldn't tell what she felt in her heart for a while, choked in her throat, and said softly, "Please." ”

The palace people raised the soft curtain, and at the backlight, Rong Concubine stepped in, and the light flickered in, embedding a halo around her. Its figure is not less majestic, but it looks a little weaker.

Ruan Yuyi caught a glimpse of her figure in the mirror, brushed aside Mu Xiang's hand holding the hairpin, turned around and stood up.

She opened her mouth, and it took a long time for her voice to regain her voice, "—sister." ”

"I've seen Concubine Jin," it was Concubine Rong who bowed in a proper manner, and it was Rong who came forward to hug her and thank her, "If it weren't for my sister, Your Majesty would never have lifted this grounding." ”

She said, "No, maybe the concubine will not be implicated in the family at all on the grounds of leaving the cabinet daughter." ”

Concubine Rong came this time to thank her, and on the days when Chonghua Palace was locked, if it weren't for her help, those palace people who saw the wind and steered the rudder would not be a little tempted to bully her.

This Xie Ruan Yuyi was ashamed, she thought that she had never helped anything, and she just sent some daily things to Chonghua Palace, or food.

Your Majesty's thoughts, where can she influence them?

She grabbed Concubine Rong's hand and wanted to sit with her.

Concubine Rong was a little taller than her, and when she said this, she lowered her eyes and smiled, "My sister's hair hasn't been tied yet." The concubine is on the side of the mother, and she won't go. ”

From Daddy to Brother, to Mu Ling, she was really scared. She and Concubine Rong are both women, and Concubine Rong has always been accustomed to her, she is rarely small, and she has to hold Concubine Rong's hand before she is willing to ask Mu Xiang to bring a hairpin ring for herself.

(End of chapter)