"Who allowed you to come here? Do you deserve it too? Zhao Yichen grabbed Song Zhi's collar without saying a word, and his face was angry.

Song Zhiwei was silent, but when he thought of the bitter grievances of these days, tears unconsciously slipped from the corners of his eyes.

Half a month after entering the palace, Song Zhi never shed a single tear, no matter how Zhao Yichen insulted and bullied, she always straightened her waist, and she didn't know how to be so weak today.

Zhao Yichen took in her reaction, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he easily opened his hands, the firm rock in his heart seemed to loosen, put away his angry face, and his voice softened a little.

"The Yilan Palace is not effective in taking care of the master, and the fine is one year, and Song Guifei trespasses on the forbidden land, and is punished to kneel here to pray for me to pray for the lord of Li Si County."

It turned out that the woman on this portrait was Li Si, Song Zhi couldn't help sneering and laughing at herself, only then did she understand why she had always annoyed Zhao Yichen since she entered the palace, and she didn't admit that it was because of her own face.

Now it is late autumn, and the leaves are covered with frost, and when I go out, I pull a thin gauze skirt and wear it on my body, and now I am afraid that I will stay here all night.

Everything is silent, only accompanied by the moon overhead, but it is also a scenery.

Song Zhi looked at Li Si's portrait and was fascinated, she smiled brightly, and her eyes were full of longing for the future.

Just by an old picture, you can already feel the brilliance of this woman, let alone get along with her day and night.

At this time, Song Zhi suddenly found that the jade pendant in the portrait was very familiar.

She was afraid that what she wanted would become a reality, so she hurriedly knelt down and grabbed it indiscriminately.

After looking at it for a long time, he took out the jade pendant from his arms and compared it carefully, and even the old marks were exactly the same.

"Helan Zhuo, you deceived me so hard."

Song Zhi, who understood the truth of the matter, threw the jade pendant that he regarded as a treasure on the ground. The jade pendant fell apart the moment it touched the ground, and it was as shattered as her heart.

Back then, Helan Zhuo sent this jade pendant to Song Zhi, saying that it was made by himself when he was young, and he used it as a token to marry Song Zhi when things were completed in the future.

It was already clear that Song Zhi was deceived into this abyss, and there was no turning back when she opened her bow, and when she thought of this, she laughed wildly, her laughter was desolate, and she was blown by the cold wind outside the house, which was particularly miserable.

Late at night, the cold outside became heavier and heavier, just as she was kneeling in the hall blankly, she suddenly found a warmth on her shoulders, and when she looked back, Qingyue was bringing a fox fur shawl to cover her shoulders.

"I'm still delusional that it would be him." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Song Zhi felt that he was so stupid, he had been deceived until now, and he couldn't even tell the difference between true and false.

"Mother, are you okay? Zhuo Gongzi sent a letter. Qingyue carefully took out the letter from her arms, and the letter did not have the slightest extra crease, which was extremely ironic at this time.

"I don't look! I don't even look at it! Let him! Song Zhi roared heartbreakingly, tearing the letter to shreds.

I don't know how long he knelt, Song Zhi's legs were no longer able to support this body, and he fell straight to the ground.

Song Zhi, who woke up again, found that he had returned to the dormitory, and the chamberlain Qin, who had been following Zhao Yichen all day, also appeared in the Yilan Hall at this time. Qin Nei's servant said to Song Zhi with a smile: "Your concubine, the slave has come to pass on Your Majesty's message, the Double Ninth Festival is approaching, and the concubine needs to copy 100 copies of the Diamond Sutra by hand, and send it to Jing'an Hall at noon tomorrow to pray for the Lord of Li Si. ”

"Qin Neishi, the noble concubine has only woken up soon...."Qingyue wanted to speak out to defend Song Zhi, but Song Zhi waved his hand and refused.

She sat up from the bed with her body propped up and told Qingyue to prepare the pen and ink.

Song Zhi dragged his tired body, accompanied by Qing Yue, and finally finished copying the 100 copies of the Diamond Sutra before noon the next day. After handing over the Diamond Sutra to the inner servant, Song Zhi was not tired, and the rare sunlight in the clouds spilled into the house through the gaps, which attracted Song Zhi's attention.

"Do you want to go to the rest party?" Qingyue looked at Song Zhi worriedly.

"No, you go and rest, I want to be alone for a while." With that, Song Zhi pushed Qingyue out of the door and closed the door.

Song Zhi inadvertently glanced at the box used to hold Helanzhuo's letters before, and seemed to remember something, picked up the pen and wrote a letter to Helanzhuo.

Several pieces of paper were sprinkled around, each of which revealed Song Zhi's enthusiasm for hoping that he would take the initiative to admit it, as long as he told all those things, Song Zhi's hatred for him might be shaken.

It has been four or five days since the letter was sent, and when it was sent, it was a thick pile, and there was only a thin one in Song Zhi's hand, and there were only three words on it: "Hope for peace".

She was speechless, only the continuous tears slid down her face, and those tears wet the letters, until the handwriting was already blurred, and then she slowly spoke, "In the future, Helan Zhuo's letters will be returned." ”

A few days later, the Double Ninth Festival arrived, and Song Zhi, as Zhao Yichen's noble concubine, must attend. Zhao Yichen sent him a peony smoke gauze Hu suit for the first time, which made Song Zhi a little surprised.

This Hu costume has a desert style, which alleviates Song Zhi's homesickness a lot, but this is just the only remaining comfort under the scars full of holes, but it also makes Song Zhi feel a trace of warmth.

"It's been a long time since I've seen my mother smile." Qingyue saw Song Zhimei smiling, and she was also much happier.

At the end of the song and dance, all the ministers got up to congratulate Zhao Yichen on his new acceptance of Zhaoyi, and most of the courtiers who congratulated him were Qiuming's henchmen, and the number was as many as two-thirds, which showed that Qiuming's power in the court should not be underestimated.

At this time, Zhao Yichen's imperial brother, Prince Su, stood up and pointed at Song Zhi and said, "This woman beside Your Majesty has a unique flavor, her face is delicate, bright and beautiful, she must be a rare bedding product." I wonder if this king can ask His Majesty for a reward and give this woman to this king, so that this king can enjoy this best in the world. ”

"Brother Huang, you are drunk, this is Song Guifei of Xinna." Zhao Yichen said with a slightly gloomy face.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, Song Zhi did not have a strong mother family like Qiuming behind him, nor was he a high-ranking nobleman, just an ordinary desert dancer, even Prince Su, who was addicted to wine and indulgence, mistakenly thought that she was the kind of woman who was not serious, and this kind of desert dancer was only one grade lower than Qiu Yutong, the daughter of Qiuming, an important minister of the two dynasties.

In the midst of everyone's disturbing opposition, after Helan Zhuo and his father Helan Kangnian looked at each other and smiled, Helan Kangnian picked up the wine glass and said to Zhao Yichen, "Since Her Majesty loves her, then she is the noble concubine of Jinzhou." ”

"It's still my uncle's heart." Zhao Yichen took the wine glass and drank it all.

Song Zhi has never liked this kind of banquet that is touted on the surface and hidden behind the knife. In addition, Zhao Yichen had just spoken out in front of everyone, which caused Qiu Yutong to be extremely dissatisfied with her, and Song Zhizheng wanted to leave this place with an excuse.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly met Helan Zhuo's eyes.

The eyes only met for a short time, but He Lanzhuo's eyes were meaningless, as deep and cold as usual, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, and clear facial features, if he was a woman, he would definitely attract countless men to spend a lot of money for him.

Recently, the letters he sent were rejected by Song Zhi, and she felt a little weak in her heart, so she looked away first.

"Your Majesty, the concubine is a little too drunk and wants to retire first." Although Song Zhi never called himself a concubine in private, he still had to pretend in front of many courtiers to save some trouble.

Zhao Yichen was slightly stunned by Song Zhi's sudden respectful attitude, and after thinking about it, he agreed to her request.

The banquet was never deserted because of a person's absence, but the liveliness that belonged to Song Zhi stayed in the desert that year forever.

Song Zhi and Qingyue walked in the dark night, which was completely different from the bustle of the temple that day, as if they had been hiding in the darkness and could not see anyone, and the light seemed to be within reach.

"Zhi'er! Zhi'er! A voice came from behind them, interrupting the two of them.

"Helan Zhuo?" Song Zhi saw that he came, and he was a little surprised, and even more weak-hearted.