Because the fire last night was so big, the palace people had a lot of difficulties when rummaging.

It wasn't until the hour that someone came to report that several charred corpses had been found in the direction of the cabinet of Qingxin Garden. The imperial doctor on the side went to check it, and concluded that it was Concubine Zhengming and her close attendants.

I can only laugh at this from the bottom of my heart.

Those charred corpses were just random rummaging through mass graves. Where is Concubine Zhengming and her attendants? These quacks will only follow the trend. As long as the age of the corpse was found to be mild, the decision was made arbitrarily.

Well, Mingzhe protects himself.

……

I was tired all night, and finally I got the answer I wanted. So, he only ordered everyone to deal with the aftermath of Concubine Zhengming, and planned to go back to Kunning Palace to rest first.

Unexpectedly, when I was halfway there, I was invited by Aunt Yanli. It was said that Qingcang was in the Heart Cultivation Palace, and he summoned me.

……

Qingcang ......

For some reason, it hurts to think about it.

Perhaps, it was for his increasingly purple eyes. Perhaps, it is for the alienation of these days.

yes, alienation.

It's been more than two months since I came back from the hunting ground.

Although Qingcang has become more and more accommodating and tolerant of me, perhaps because of Yun'an's death, I always feel like I have lost something between me and him.

Accommodating, tolerant, but not intimate.

These days, he handed over all the affairs of the court to Yunhe, and handed over the affairs of the harem to me. only said that his injuries had not healed and his energy was insufficient, so he always closed the door in the heart cultivation hall, and rarely saw people. Even if I wanted to see him, it was very rare.

I don't know if it was because I was frightened by what I did at the beginning, or if he felt ashamed of Yun An, so he was always a little distracted.

Perhaps, women's intuition is always a little inexplicably sensitive. I can't pinpoint in detail what is wrong with me and him, but I feel that everything is wrong.

He will still coax me and spoil me. There are good ones, always the first to think of me. But the few times they met, I always felt that he used to be tender and smiling, but now he is always not in sight.

Even...... He seemed a little afraid to be alone with me......

Thinking of this, I sighed, and finally went to the direction of the Heart Cultivation Hall with Yan Li.

It's been half a month since I last saw him. Now that he has summoned me, I can go and see how he is healing.

……

The Temple of Nourishing the Heart.

Qing Cang was dressed in a thin half-lying rocking chair and covered with a thin cloak. He didn't comb his hair, and the long green silk spilled down to his waist, covering most of his snow-white cheeks.

He was very close to the window, and the green silk would rise arrogantly with the wind. A pair of eyes stared at the scenery outside the window, but they were very blank.

His face was pale, he lacked the fortitude he had on weekdays, his body was lifeless, and he was weak and tight.

It's only been half a month......

He lost a lot of weight.

I stood aside and watched his long green silk rise and fall with the wind. The picture is extremely beautiful, but it gives people a kind of twilight sadness. The tip of his nose suddenly became sour, and a teardrop fell without saying hello.

"Ah Cang......" I opened my mouth, calling softly.

Hearing this, Qing Cang turned his head, "Aqing, you're here." ”

"How's your body?" I took a few steps forward, gently shook his hand, and asked softly, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and I'm very worried." ”