The Biography of Concubine Xi of Yongzheng

Chapter 227 Lost Soul
"Ge Ge?" Xian Yun stood not far from the study with Geng Shi, looking at the two people who were embracing each other tightly as if they were going to embed each other into their bones, standing for a long time.

Seeing Geng's blank face, Xianyun gave a soft cry.

Geng came back to his senses, pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Let's go, we are redundant here."

Xianyun took another look at the two figures embracing each other, then glanced at Geng's loneliness in a blink of an eye, a look of injustice and jealousy flashed across her brows, and she followed closely and left together.

Yanhua inadvertently raised her eyes to look over Yinzhen's shoulder, just in time to see the figure of Geng's master and servant leaving, with complicated emotions in her eyes, she finally retracted her eyes and hugged Yinzhen even tighter.

Liangchen saw that the blood at the corner of Yinzhen's mouth was still dry, and his left cheek was red and swollen from the punch he received from Fourteen, so he couldn't help reminding: "Master Baylor's face is a little swollen, let Dr. Liu take a look. "

Only then did Yanhua realize that he had a wound on his face, she quickly let go of her embrace, took a step back and looked up at his face.

Sure enough, the left side of his face was slightly swollen, and the blood stagnated at the corner of his mouth, protruding from a hillock.There is still a small bloodstain on the left corner of the mouth, and the black sticking there is very eye-catching.

Seeing that he didn't move, Yanhua pulled his waist completely, took his hand and was about to enter the study, when she turned her head and saw the mess on the ground, a look of helplessness flashed in her eyes, and she pulled him towards the Yonghua Palace again. Go: "Liangchen, you should send someone to call Doctor Liu, and when you come, go to Yonghua Palace."

Liang Chen nodded: "Doctor Liu is already waiting in the mansion, this servant girl will ask someone to invite him to Yonghua Hall."

Yinzhen moved her fingers, trying to break free from Yanhua's grasp: "I still have something to do..."

"No! Do you want to become ugly? If you become ugly, I don't want you!" Seeing the wound on his face, Yanhua felt a dull pain in her heart, and her nose became sore, but in the end she didn't shed a single tear.

Seeing her acting so boldly, Yinzhen not only didn't look annoyed, but curled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

The bright smile bloomed on the dried blood stain, coquettish and intoxicating.

Yan Hua was a little dumbfounded, she felt sweetness and fragrance flying out from that smile, floating into her heart, nourishing her heart.She raised her hand in a daze, and couldn't help but want to touch that intoxicating smile.

As soon as Yanhua's hand touched the slightly swollen side of her face, Yinzhen avoided it without a trace.

The pain spread from the corner of his mouth, and he realized that the injury on his face was serious.

He tightened Yanhua's catkin tightly, and said lightly: "Let's go."

Yanhua regained her sanity from her stupor, pulled him, and hurried to Yonghua Palace...

The next day, no one had time to pay attention to the injuries on Yinzhen's face, and the emperor unexpectedly did not go to court in time.While the courtiers were whispering and speculating, a group of imperial guards suddenly came and arrested the Zhijun King without any explanation!
Just when Zhijun Wang yelled that they were daring to break free, the emperor came late.

His face was the haze before the thunder and wrath, the haze in his eyes was even worse than yesterday, the beard on his lips trembled violently due to the shaking of his face.He frowned deeply, and the deep "Chuan" character on his forehead was full of disappointment and anger.

He walked extremely slowly, and the hand on his chest was tightly clenched into a fist. He walked up to the king of Zhijun who was kneeling on the ground, and shouted angrily at him: "Rebellious ministers and thieves, how dare you claim injustice?" !"

The king of Zhijun was stunned on the spot, and just about to refute, the emperor glared and pointed out his crimes: "How dare you say that you are wronged! What did you conspire with that witchcraft Mongolian lama Bahangerong? I know it clearly in my heart! My Dao Yinfeng has behaved strangely recently, unlike his usual appearance, but it turns out that you are behind the scenes! He is your own brother, but you are so vicious, what are your intentions! No matter how hard it is for me to take the throne You come and sit!"

As if struck by lightning one after another, King Zhijun, who was kneeling on the ground, collapsed there.He was shaking like a sieve, and before he could make a sound, a guard dragged the evidence and asked to enter the palace.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the black cloth, Zhijun Wang took a deep breath, and sat on the ground limply.

Under the black cloth, there are weird black boxes engraved with Mongolian characters, red paper as bright as blood, and puppet dolls with long needles...

When Xu Zhen returned to the mansion in a daze, the sky was already dark, and little red light poured out from the lanterns, emitting a strange haze.

Yanhua waited outside the study for about two cups of tea, but when he didn't come back, she went back to Wanfu Pavilion lonely.She was worried about the injury on Yinzhen's face, and wanted to apply medicine to him herself, so that his handsome appearance would return to its original state as soon as possible.

When Yinzhen staggered back to the Yonghua Palace, Yanhua was wearing a simple and elegant robe and was waiting by the flower shelf to look at the western painting.

Drawn by Zi Shisan's hands, Yinzhen in the painting has fake curly hair stuck on his head. He stands behind Yanhua with his arms around her slender waist, while Yanhua leans on his chest, looking up from the side. To him, and he also gazed down affectionately.At that moment, the expressions in their eyes spread to the ends of the earth...

"Pingniang..." Yinzhen leaned against the door frame and murmured, his expression a little dull, a little obsessed, and a little yearning.

Wei Changan followed closely, seeing Yinzhen leaning there helplessly, he hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

Hearing the sound, Yanhua also hurriedly turned around and walked towards Yinzhen: "What's wrong? Why is your spirit so weak?"

Yinzhen remained silent, Wei Changan's eyes trembled, and he said hoarsely: "Master Thirteen...something happened."

"Ah... what happened? Are you injured?" Living in her boudoir for a long time, she never knew about the important affairs in court.But when she saw Yinzhen, who had always been calm, suddenly turned into this appearance, her heart couldn't help shaking wildly—could something serious happen to her life?Otherwise, how could Yinzhen suddenly lose his usual composure and become so depressed?
Yinzhen was silent for a long time, and when he looked up at Yanhua again, his eyes were full of sadness: "Huang Ama, ordered the thirteenth younger brother to be punished fifty times, and ordered him not to leave the house..."

Yanhua's body trembled, a sense of uneasiness rose in her heart, she hurriedly stepped forward to help Yinzhen go in.

But Yinzhen brushed her hand away, and staggered to the foreign painting alone, frowning for a long time.

Yanhua thought that he was lamenting Shisan's misfortune when looking at Shisan's painting, but Yinzhen's eyes fell on Yanhua's western dress on the painting and did not blink for a long time.He stretched out his hand, tracing the lines on the western dress with trembling fingers, and the sadness in his eyes quickly covered his whole body.

"Zhen Lang, may I help you to rest?" Yan Hua cautiously walked to his side, trying to soften her tone as much as possible, not daring to raise her voice a bit.

This time, Yinzhen's soft voice to her seemed unheard of.

Yanhua felt uneasy, she went forward to shake his hand worriedly, Yinzhen was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at her, her eyes were a little vain, she didn't know if she was looking at her or at another person.He glanced at Yan Hua, then frowned and looked at the painting, with a somewhat puzzled expression.

Yanhua held his hand tightly, feeling uneasy, turned around and said to Wei Changan: "Go and invite the doctor over, Lord Belle is afraid that you will be too sad..."

Before she finished speaking, Yinzhen suddenly shook off her hand, and before Yanhua could react, he suddenly walked out with firm steps, without the loss of consciousness just now.

Yan Hua chased after him puzzled, and hurriedly called out: "Zhen Lang!"

Yinzhen's body paused, without turning back, his voice was cold: "Chanchan, go back and rest, I still have something to do, I have to go out for a while."

"It's so late, where are we going? Can't we go tomorrow?" Yanhua looked at the darkening twilight, and hurriedly winked at Wei Changan.

Wei Chang'an echoed embarrassingly: "Yes, Lord Baylor should rest well today, and leave the matter to the servant..."

"No, do you need to ask me about my affairs?" His voice was suddenly cold and solemn like the cold wind in the twelfth lunar month, like the cold wind that hurts the flesh in the twelfth lunar month.

He was blaming her for transgressing the rules. After four years in the mansion, it was the first time he spoke so coldly and alienated.

Yanhua's hand outstretched in mid-air froze there silently, before he could touch his straight back in the future, he suddenly disappeared into the dark night with big strides.

Wei Changan was about to lift his heels up, before leaving, he secretly gave Yanhua a comforting look: "Ge Ge, please go back and rest, Lord Belle has servants to take care of you, Ge Ge, please rest assured."

She nodded helplessly, looked at the darkness that seemed to swallow everything, and let out a long sigh...

"Where is Lord Baylor going?" Wei Changan followed him out of the mansion, saw him standing there silently, knew that he was waiting for him to prepare the car, and hurriedly asked.

Yinzhen was silent, his voice was a little erratic: "Where did you bury her?"

"Who?" Wei Changan was taken aback, really confused.Over the years, he has buried many people, both men and women, and countless faces flashed through his mind, but he couldn't catch the "she" that Yinzhen suddenly asked.

Yinzhen's lips were dry, cracked with shallow fine lines.

He opened his mouth, and the name rushed to his throat, stuck there for a long time before he was slowly spit out: "Pingniang..."

He thought she had gone, and he let it go too.

He thought that he let Yan Hua wear that western dress without any qualms, which was enough to prove this point.

But he was wrong, ever since he hurriedly refused to allow Yanhua to touch the handkerchief and the sachet, he knew that he was wrong.What he can't get is always the best. He thought he would cherish the person in front of him, but later realized that Pingniang had already taken root and sprouted in his heart.

After she went, he never visited her once.

Since it was her choice, he would respect it.

But the appearance of Yanhua wearing a foreign dress made him feel dazed again and again.Was it Chanchan who disturbed his heart, or that western dress?
This time, he didn't want to go against his will again, a desire gradually swelled in his heart, quickly occupying his entire heart.

Therefore, his eyes darkened and merged with the dark night, his slender lips moved, and his voice became firm: "Take me to see Pingniang."

(End of this chapter)