Disgraced Consort

Ci'an Palace.

The curled Su Hexiang brought out the tranquility of the temple. In this tranquility, Empress Yi'an was kneeling on the futon, with a string of emerald beads in her hand, and the verse was silent in her mouth.

At this moment, no one will disturb.

After dinner every day, the Queen Mother will chant the sutra for half an hour here, and then will use a bowl of lotus seed soup.

This habit has never changed in the ten years since she became queen mother.

"The queen mother, lotus seed soup." Mo Ju entered the palace when the queen mother put down the beads in her hands.

"Huh." The Queen Mother's closed eyes slowly opened, glancing at the spring rain still falling outside the temple.

"The queen mother, the water in the courtyard has been ordered to be cleaned." Mo Ju has been serving the queen mother for many years, and she knows what to answer with a wink.

For so many years, the Queen Mother has a quirk to see that there is no water accumulation, so when it rains, when the eunuchs of the Cian Palace are the hardest for the eunuchs, they must ensure that there is no water accumulation in the palace. Not allowed.

Moreover, in the Noda Ci'an Palace, only green trees are planted, and there is no trace of red flowers.

No one knows why this is, as in this forbidden palace, there are many unknown taboos.

"Well." The queen mother still only responded.

"The queen mother, tonight, the emperor turned over the drunk concubine's sign." Mo Ju said softly.

"The child's cleverness is much like when the mourning family was young." The queen mother said thoughtfully.

"The queen mother, you know that the paper kite is a beautiful woman. Why do you allow the drunk concubine to stand up?" Mo Ju finally asked this sentence.

"Since the drunk concubine's move is to win both, then the Ai family is willing to accept her offer in front of others. Mo Ju, you have been with the Ai family for so many years, can you even see this?"

"The queen mother means that by recognizing this, the drunk concubine took the opportunity to show her heart to the queen mother and the emperor? Is it also a commendation to the empress before the queen?"

"So, Ai Jia said that she was smart, and she really did not waste the effort that Fai Ai Jia spent on her, even if she did not love the Emperor."

The concubine who loves the King of God is the least intelligent, and she knows deeply that when this love evolves into hatred, that majestic power will destroy everything.

"The slave maid was dull. Sure enough, the emperor still led the love of the drunk concubine. Tonight she turned over the sign of the lady, and the six palaces that the queen mother wanted were all for fear.

"Really? I'm afraid this flop is just what the emperor showed to the mourning family." The queen mother smiled coldly and replied, "However, the mourning family hopes that the emperor's eldest son is born of the drunk concubine."

"Queen Mother--" Mo Ju said in amazement.

"Although, it is really a pity. After all, she will not be the mourning family at that time, who can not only give birth to a prince, but also live ..."

After finishing this sentence, she lowered her eyes and the bottom of her eyes, there was a moment of gleaming emergence, but Xu Yu, she raised her eyes and said:

"Sometimes Hou Ai's family has been thinking that the honor in the eyes of others is actually just a ridiculous tragedy. Because, this child will not belong to you at all."

"Queen Empress, if the Queen died without giving birth, wouldn't the Emperor cancel the secret order?"

"There is no such thing at all! The Ai Family will not allow him to void this secret order."

"But, that thing finally became the gap between you and the emperor."

"Mo Ju, today, you talk too much."

The queen mother melodiously took her lotus soup and drank it spoon by spoon. Although the entrance was very sweet and sweet, she could still taste the bitterness when she closed it. In this way, she deeply and deeply overflowed into the ten The bottom of her heart over the years.

Tianzhao Palace, Chenghuan Hall.

Tonight, when Xian Yan arrived, Xuan Yuanyu was not in the hall. He listened to Si Ni and said that he only used dinner to change the brand. General Qi Qi hurriedly begged to see the emperor, and Xuan Yuanyu's face changed a little, and he immediately went Go away from the study.

Therefore, now, only Yan Yan is in this temple.

This time, she did not wear the pink tulle that the late Queen Yiyi liked. She only wore a snow-colored nightdress, and the blue silk draped down, sitting alone on the dragon couch, listening quietly to the more leaky sound.

This time the servant is different from the last time.

It doesn't matter how much you take into account if, for another exchange purpose.

Tomorrow, there will be no more drafts, and tomorrow, she will not be promoted to high position.

Even if it would attract the jealousy of the other concubines?

The only thing she really had to worry about was that the queen mother said that she would wait until she was pregnant.

Of course, she also knows that in case of pregnancy, whether this child can be born is not a fixed number after all.

It may be his own loss.

When the same thing has never been done in the palace, everyone who wants to do it seems to be normal and strangely dead before, this must be a taboo in the palace, and it is also a forbidden palace The cruelest essence.

In the world, there have never been repeated coincidences. There are too many coincidences, only to illustrate one point, deliberately.

Her hands gently touched the earrings. This is a very fine cloisonne earrings. It seems that there is no special place, but she knows that the suspension above it.

The medicine that Su Taiyi dispensed for her was a musk.

Musk, topical, can relieve pain and reduce swelling, but has another effect, namely infertility.

Therefore, Su Taiyi had a moment of hesitation when he saw the prescription, but if it was not used for a long time, it would be harmless.

And the dose on the prescription is really only the dose of a few medicines.

Because she used the musk in the ointment that she originally prepared, which was derived from the blind medicine in the jade muscle recovery ointment mentioned in that medicine book. Unexpectedly, today, there is this layer of use.

She crushed some musk into a fine powder with a pestle, and evenly applied it to the hollow of the earring. As the earring swayed, her nose could smell, and because of her body mask, Xuanyuan Yu is undoubtedly unsound.

When he was sleeping, if he said that he could still keep things close to his body, I am afraid that only this earring would be left.

Since he is her husband, he is entitled to her body.

However, she didn't want to be a needless victim in the underworld of the harem.

Her life will only be sacrificed in the most worthwhile place-

In the rain today, she told him that she was willing to take shelter of the people he wanted to take care of. The asylum might be at the expense of her safety. If she lost her life as a result, the price would be exchanged. It was the tranquility during the reign of Yu Xuanyuan in the palace.

She believed that the emperor, even though it seemed so indifferent, was a person of great affection.

This is enough.

If you die for other reasons, it will only be the same as these women who die every year. It has no meaning at all, but it adds a pastime after tea and dinner.

Inside the temple, a crack came through somehow, and this gust of wind blew the squid candles on both sides suddenly and suddenly, and then, along with the quiet wind, a sorrowful song came.

The ballad haunted Nuo Da ’s hall, lining away from the light and shadow, and it only made a coolness emerge from the back of the ridge, as if the songwriter was somewhere in the hall, desolately, singing sorrow.

And she can't hear the content of the ballad.

She could not help standing up, and followed the sound of the ballad, as if it were behind the palace.

Behind the hall, there are eight windows each, and there is no place to hide people except for a rosewood couch for emperors to rest.

This voice is getting clearer.

She suddenly saw a dark shadow appearing under her feet, and the blood around her body seemed to coagulate, only the continuous cold grabbed all her thoughts.

She pretended to be unseen, still, keeping the previous steps, approaching the side of the candle, and suddenly holding the candlestick with her hand, she turned back suddenly, trying to smash it hard behind her, this turn, but saw that a pair of dark The dark eyes are condensing towards her, just Xuanyuanyu.

She hurriedly withdrew the candlestick. At this moment, the swaying fire tongue quickly swallowed her hand. She did not scream a pain, but knelt on the ground, and put the candlestick aside:

"The concubine sees the emperor, the concubine loses his grace, and the emperor asks for forgiveness."

Her hands shrunk into the sleeve gown, it really hurts, and blamed her, so rash, so paying the price is inevitable.

This is the Chenghuan Hall of the Tianzhang Palace. The front hall has a dormitory. The accountant guards them. Who can come in except him?

And now, the sorrowful song can no longer be heard.

As if everything was only her illusion, because of this illusion, she almost committed the crime of bullying the king.

Xuanyuan looked at her. The candlelight had just touched her hand. It should be very painful, but she knelt on the ground as if nothing had happened, and only shrunk that hand behind her wide sleeves.

He stretched out his hand, and for the first time, picked her up, he could feel her wrist trembling in his palm, he lowered his eyes, her hand, as expected, was scalded with a string of dense blisters .

This time, held by him, she did not withdraw her hand, but hung her face down, her ears, dyed deeper red.

"I scared you?" His voice was low, but he was not indifferent.

She shook her head, and for the first time, her semantics were embarrassed, and she no longer calmed down:

"It's a concubine."

He didn't speak anymore, just took her wrist and went to the bedroom.

She followed him and could hear her breathing, because, in the temple, suddenly, it was so quiet.

Perhaps, originally, it was so quiet.

As for her unsteady heartbeat, it should be that she is not used to being led by a man like this, but he is her husband, she should learn to get used to it, right?

It ’s just a habit, nothing to do with others.

He led her to the dragon couch, and Fang released her hand. She lowered her face in embarrassment, and stood there, listening, the sound of rain outside the hall began to grow louder again, knocking on the glazed tiles. Echo into the bottom of my heart.

In fact, the temple is not quiet.

Xuanyuan walked to the front of the couch and opened a layer of drawers next to the couch. There was a row of ointments in it. He took out one of the blue porcelain bottles and a silver needle and walked back to her before taking up her. Hand, her voice sounded very softly:

"Sir Emperor Xie, concubines can take their own medicine."

He didn't speak, only led her to the couch, pierced the blisters with a silver needle, and then carefully applied moon white ointment.

The needle punctured the blisters and there was a little pain, but the coldness of the ointment counteracted all the pain, swayed by the candlelight, and the shadow of her hand was deep and shallow, making those red and swollen areas no longer ferocious.

Being so close to her, he smelled, besides the faint scent that she was accustomed to, there was another flavor, which could not be smelled unless you smell it carefully.

However, since he followed his master since childhood, his sense of smell is the best.

In the palace, there are traps for killing people everywhere. When he was a prince, he had to know all the poisons recorded in the medicine book, and he could distinguish it from other tastes deliberately concealed only by his sense of smell.

Very helpless, but it is necessary.

So, how can he miss the taste of Xi Yan tonight?

Since this is her choice, then—

He let go of her hand, put the medicine bottle back to the drawer on the side, and removed the blood-red blood-red clay pot from his sleeve.

The pottery jar was so flamboyant that it couldn't be seen directly, except for the words carved on it.

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