Seeing the little girl's expression, Ruan Yuyi also knew that something was wrong.

Ignoring the heavy snow, she lifted her skirt and walked towards the west corner gate. Mu Xiang and the little guy behind him hurriedly followed.

She walked steadily, but her pursed lips betrayed her panic. Her heart pounded, as if it was about to stir up all the organs in her body into blood.

Xu has experienced the pain of bereavement, and she is particularly worried this time, for fear of welcoming her brother's bad news again.

The west corner door was open, and a palace lamp shone on a pale and feminine face, a corner of the jujube placket, followed by two little eunuchs.

As she approached, she slowed down.

But it was in vain to rub it off, and she finally learned the news from the mouth of the eunuch in front of her: the new emperor died in battle.

The eunuch's face was solemn and he lowered his head, "Your Majesty's body has stopped in the palace, General Ruan has no news for the time being, I don't know what the situation is." Our family came this time to invite the mother back to the palace to preside over the overall situation. ”

Ruan Yuyi's mind went blank for a moment, and she could barely stand, "Are you kidding me?" Mu Xiang hurriedly hugged her.

He frowned and shook his head slowly.

She once tried to escape from Jiang Huaiyang's side, but unexpectedly, when her wish really came true, she didn't feel relieved. Her heart tightened.

"Respectfully invite the mother back to the palace." The eunuch put the palace lamp in his hand on the ground and knelt down.

The two little eunuchs who followed him also knelt down with a thud and repeated:

"Respectfully invite the mother back to the palace."

She lowered her eyes and looked at the palace people in front of her. The wind blew her black hair, fluttering wantonly, and the sleeve stove that had been hanging under her sleeve seemed to cool down and dissipate the temperature.

She waited for half a year, waiting for this news that could be considered expected.

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Ruan Yuyi only instructed the little guy guarding the door, asking him to remember to inform A-Niang of her whereabouts. She kept an eye on it, put the holy decree she had received before in a wooden box, handed it to Mu Xiang, and carried it with her.

The sedan chair she was carrying went to the direction of the imperial city, which she had explained earlier, and the road was unimpeded.

The cold wind whistled and blew open the curtain and poured in through the cracks.

It's snowing. She thought.

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In fact, she didn't have much spare time to think about it, and when she returned to the palace, she was so busy that her feet didn't touch the ground. If it weren't for Concubine Rong to help on the side, she was afraid that she would really not be able to cope with it.

The palace was hung with white silk, and the palace people hurriedly walked by with their heads down, their expressionless faces, like papier-mâché people.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting, but the palace people below had changed every quarter of an hour, so she didn't have time to breathe. She flipped through the books in her hand, "But are they all ready?" ”

The female officer lowered her hand and said, "Yes, just wait for you to pass." ”

She paused her fingertips, closed the book, and handed it to Mu Xiang beside her, who turned around and put it away for her. She let out a long breath and slowly got up, her face almost transparent white as a result of her long work.

Ruan Yuyi still remembers a day ago, when the luan yu she was riding fell down.

She was groggy and led by the palace maid to the resting place, and then everything began to be real in front of her eyes, white curtains, catalpa coffins, and weeping people.

When the eldest princess was buried before, there seemed to be a smell of blood rushing left and right in the air, and the smell of rotting trees, but there was no at the moment.

Her breathing became heavier, and she broke away from the hand on the side of Muxiang and took a few steps forward.

A calm voice said, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"Hui Niangniang, as you know, the sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and at that time, there was no difference between ordinary soldiers and princes and nobles. Your Majesty he...... Very brave and good at fighting. Miyato replied.

After hearing this, Ruan Yuyi reacted: Oh, it's her own voice.

It was as if there was a slender and tough silk thread wrapped around her heart, and even a small breath was a pain all over her body.

She couldn't help but wonder if what she had done with her brother had come to pass, then why hadn't he come back together? What is he doing now, and what is the trick for him?

…… Is what she did really right?

Before she could think clearly, a steady footstep behind her came from far and near, "Little Emperor Brother Futian, during this time, I'm afraid I will have to work hard for you." ”

When Ruan Yuyi looked back, the person who came with a wide face and high nose was King Jing.

She couldn't help but be vigilant, and subconsciously stepped sideways in front of the coffin. The beads on her hair are not shaking, and the snow green skirt that she has not had time to change is particularly eye-catching in a patch of vegetarian.

Her back was straight, her clothes made her wear empty, and she looked very weak, and she was still calm with a hibiscus face, full of pride.

King Jing's expression was slightly different, he squinted his eyes and looked her up and down, and told her in a low voice, "The emperor was accidentally defeated when he was in a confrontation with the enemy, and a scimitar of the enemy general pierced through his body like that——"

He gasped exaggeratedly, "Hey, it hurts so much to look at." Then he sneered as if he had heard some very funny joke.

Ruan Yuyi's hands hidden under the sleeves turned white, and her fingertips pinched the soft flesh of her palms, as if only in this way could she suppress the desire to raise her hand to give the other party a palm.

"I don't know what happened to King Jing here?"

King Jing and Jiang Huaiyang have never dealt with each other. Now that he doesn't need to pass through King Jing's hands, he will die, and King Jing must be extremely proud.

She stared at the man in front of her, her face full of wariness.

King Jing snorted, "This king has always loved the little imperial brother, and until he ascended the throne, he took care of and helped. Before the drum was beaten, the emperor had a decree that if he had any three longs and two shortcomings, the world would be governed by the hands of the king. ”

He raised his eyebrows slightly, unable to hide his smugness.

It was clear that everything was going according to her ideas, but there was still a voice in her heart telling her that this was not what she wanted.

It went so well.

It all went so well.

Something hot filled her eyes, and she suddenly began to wonder if it would be ...... Could it be that in this coffin, it is not Jiang Huaiyang at all?

Ruan Yuyi came back to her senses and wanted to go to the coffin, but she was grabbed by King Jing's wrist.

He said in her ear, "As the brother of today, this king has the obligation to take over the world, and naturally he has the obligation to take care of his concubines for him...... Mother, you say, yes or no? ”

The warm breath sprayed on the side of her neck, and she felt as if it was stained with wetness, and she couldn't help but feel a wave of nausea in her heart.

Raising her eyes and looking to the side, except for Mu Xiang, who was restrained by King Jing's subordinates, who was shouting loudly, the rest of the others, who had come to her on weekdays to flatter, or who were raw, were all expressionless.

They looked like papier-mâché people, and the thick rouge painted on their cheeks also gave birth to a pair of eyes, looking at her blankly.

(End of chapter)