Holding Zhiyun's hand and standing in front of the dresser of Huang Huali in Yonghe Palace, Ouyang's face was also a little complicated, and his warm eyes showed a little inexplicable emotion.

He has all the memories of 'Yinzhen', and although it is impossible for Concubine De to be like the original Yinzhen, with love and hatred, it is not absolutely indifferent to see her dying.

Zhiyun grabbed Ouyang's hand, turned her head and glanced at Wan Yan, who was standing in front of the couch, and said to Ouyang again: "I have already asked the imperial doctor to go over and keep an eye on it, you go and rest." ”

Ouyang nodded, "Together." ”

The emperor and queen held hands, did not take the car, and walked out of Yonghe Palace slowly, at this time, even in Layue, the weather was gloomy, and there were snowflakes falling in the air, but Zhiyun walked all the way, but he saw sweat on his forehead.

Back in Chuxiu Palace, as soon as she entered the inner hall, October led Qiao'er and a few palace maids to come over to sweep away the snowflakes on her body, go to the snow-white da, and change into a loose dress just sent by the laundry room. took a champa again, prepared hot water, and waited for Zhiyun to wash.

Ouyang has a lot of official business, just returned to Beijing with Zhiyun on a trip, and there are many official affairs that need to be handled in person.

But after all, he is young, has little experience, and has many affairs, so he still can't do without Ouyang. Don't look at Ouyang who seems to have been a lot more idle recently, and he can often accompany his wife, but if he wants to completely let go of his hands, I'm afraid he will have to struggle for a few years, and wait for Honghao's wings to grow from a young eagle to an eagle.

It wasn't until the evening that Ouyang had time to spare, and the two of them went to Yonghe Palace to visit Concubine De, who was still asleep, and Yan didn't say anything, but he didn't want to say anything, obviously he also wanted to beg Ouyang to let Fourteen return to Beijing.

However, even if Ouyang ordered the fourteenth time to return to Beijing to serve the sick at this time, it would be too late.

There was a strong smell of medicine wafting in Yonghe Palace, and the entire bedroom was filled with a gray and rotten dead air.

Through the dim candle flame, Zhiyun looked towards the bed, and saw Concubine De lying on the bed, breathing heavily, and occasionally hearing a slight moan of grief.

Zhiyun heard many, many words that she would never say when she was sober, including a strong hatred for Empress Tong, a longing for her brother Yinzuo, a deep maternal love for Fourteen Yinzhen, and an inferiority complex for her background, a contempt and hatred for those noble, Kangxi's harem concubines, love and hatred for her family, worries about the future of Wu Ya's family, and a lot of her grievances, her complicated feelings for Kangxi, her pride and remorse for becoming a concubine, all kinds of things, intermittently, it's just - there is no Yinzhen in her words, not even sleep.

Perhaps, Concubine De herself doesn't understand what kind of emotions she has for her first son, the fourth elder brother who has now ascended the throne and won the final victory in the dragon throne.

"Fourteen, E-Niang's Zhen'er, don't be stupid, don't be stupid, E-Niang won't harm your ......"

Listening to Concubine De's whispers in her ears, Ouyang's gaze was unconsciously on her, and she remembered the information about Shengjing in the past few years, and in the last few years, the relationship between Concubine De and Fourteen was tense, and the two even had a very fierce quarrel, about the future road, about the grandchildren, about the wives and concubines of the Hou House, fourteen pairs of Eniang who loved them so much, from the filial piety and obedience at the beginning, to the impatience at the end, the change was so fast, even Ouyang never thought of it.

But even so, Concubine De is sick, and what she misses in her heart is still the unfilial piety of the fourteenth.

Turning his head to look at Imperial Physician Lin's body, Ouyang sighed and said, "Concubine ......" paused, as if he didn't know what to say, and after a long while, Ouyang said again, "Try to alleviate Concubine De's pain...... Let her live longer. ”

"Huh."

Imperial Physician Lin obeyed the order, but the imperial physicians had exhausted their means, and they didn't know how many precious medicinal materials were continuously sent to Yonghe Palace, and the next evening, Concubine De had already fallen into a state of dying and delirious.

On this night, the lights in Yonghe Palace were not extinguished, and countless imperial doctors came and went.

At dawn.

"Use a needle."

Ouyang and Zhiyun stood in front of the couch, and Wan Yan knelt on the ground and wept mourning. After listening to the statements of the imperial doctors on Concubine De's condition, Ouyang waved his hand and made a decision.

Imperial Physician Lin hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth, but still knelt in front of the bed, and stabbed three silver needles into the top of Concubine De's head like lightning.

After a while, Concubine De woke up faintly, she stretched out a pair of thin hands, and grabbed Ouyang who was standing in front of the bed for the first time, her spirit seemed to be much clearer, her eyes widened, and she stared at Yinzhen's face for a long time.

Yinzhen's face is actually seven points similar to Concubine De, she looked so attentive, and focused until Yan reached out to hold her arm, and then came back to her senses: "Your Majesty...... Yinzhen, do you believe it or not, believe it or not, E-Niang once expected you, E-Niang once loved you...... E-Niang has wanted to take you back from Tong Niangniang's hands more than once, and she desperately wants to take it back...... Do you believe it? Our mother will make trouble to the point where it is today, is Eniang wrong, Eniang is wrong......"

Concubine De's voice became lower and lower from the beginning of the fierceness, but the light in her eyes was dazzling, and she stared at Ouyang persistently, as if his words could determine whether Concubine De would go to heaven or hell......

Ouyang was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly, this is a woman who once dominated the harem, and the words in her mouth can never be believed, 'People are dying and their words are good', this wise saying can never be used on women in the harem, but no matter whether Concubine De is sincere or not, the real Yinzhen must be relieved.

Yin Zhen may have dreamed of determining whether he was in his biological mother's heart, whether his biological mother really not only didn't love him, but also hated him and hated him to the bone.

Therefore, after hearing these words, Ouyang could only show a touch of relief on his face, and said, "I believe, Eniang." ”

Concubine De smiled suddenly, her wrinkled face seemed to be a little more rosy and angry, her lips squirmed, and she spit out two more words with difficulty: "Fourteen ......"

But this time, Ouyang didn't speak for a long time, and his face was full of longing for Concubine De, and he only said: "I won't ...... anything to Fourteen" Of course he didn't plan to make a move on Fourteen, but if Fourteen crossed the line, then he would definitely become a stepping stone for Honghao's growth.

As soon as Ouyang's words came out, Concubine De exhaled heavily, as if she had put everything down, and finally glanced at Yonghe Palace, and fell asleep again.

After falling asleep, Concubine De never woke up again, and in the middle of the night, the death knell sounded in Yonghe Palace.

At dawn on the twenty-first day of the twelfth lunar month of the seventh year of Yongzheng, this concubine of Wuya, who had struggled in Kangxi's harem for a lifetime, became one of the four concubines of the holy grace for ten years, died at the age of seventy and collapsed in Yonghe Palace.

Among those present, only the emperor and the fourteenth Fu Jin Wanyan clan were present.

Her death is actually a joy and mourning, but it's a pity-

In the end, she still didn't see her beloved son, who was still thinking about her deathbed, Fourteen Belle Yunzhen.

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Because the New Year was about to begin, Ouyang issued an order to bury Concubine De in accordance with the concubine etiquette after the New Year.

Wait until this one is not lively, but it is by no means a cold year, Concubine De's funeral, but the whole department of the Ministry of Rites can not live in peace, it is really the identity of Concubine De is too special, although on the jade plate, the mother of the current Long Live Lord is only Queen Tong, but the mother of the current Long Live Lord is indeed the mother of Long Live Princess, this time Long Live said that Concubine De was buried according to the etiquette of the concubine, but who knows what the lord thinks in his heart, maybe the relationship between Concubine De and this Long Live is indifferent, but that is also the business of the Heavenly Family itself, how can the minister speculate?

In the end, after discussing and discussing, it was decided to bury according to the etiquette of the concubine, but the specifications were as high as possible, and the funeral was as grand as possible, and efforts were made to make the funeral of the concubine de slightly inferior to the queen mother, but it was the most beautiful in the concubine, and after a funeral, Ouyang did not express dissatisfaction, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites were relieved.

Fourteen Baylor, who worked hard to send Sheng Jing over to the funeral for Eniang, cried heartbreakingly in front of the spirit, was in pain, and even fainted twice, and after the funeral, the whole person was out of shape.

After this pass, the Manchu Dynasty and the military capital praised the fourteen Baylor benevolence and filial piety.

Chuxiu Palace, Zhiyun hugged her little daughter who had turned one year old, and helped her crawl around on Ouyang's belly with a smile, this girl is smart and clever, she is only a little old, and she can already call Ama Eniang's brothers and sisters clearly, soft, small meat buns like dough, she was loved by her brother and sister as soon as she was born, and now she is the overlord of Chuxiu Palace.

Ouyang also hurt her to the bones, to Baoyin, even more than his first Honghao, simply incarnated as a stupid father, a daughter slave virtue, for the little guy to eat, drink, wear, use, are the best, a daughter is the biggest, want the stars never give the moon posture.

For Honghao, he was still worried about not being able to spoil his son, but for Baoyin, Ouyang forgot everything, and only thought about spoiling his daughter.

Sometimes Zhiyun doubts that the so-called little emperors and princesses in the 21st century can get their father's love, thinking wildly, when she raised her eyes, she saw the baby girl lying on Ouyang's chest, and slapped him on his handsome and charming face, but Ouyang was so happy that he couldn't see his teeth, and kissed his daughter with a smile, "The baby has so much strength, she is a good girl." ”

"Good girl, good girl......"

The little girl was praised, and happily gave Ouyang two fans, and then raised her head high, revealing her fleshy little neck, that posture was like an arrogant white swan, Zhiyun suddenly felt a little itchy......

She made a decision in an instant, in order for her daughter not to be raised as a harem bully, she needs to give her daughter's enlightenment teaching, add more points, and must be committed to training this girl so that she has no strength to do anything else except studying.