Rebirth of the High Gate Mistress

By the time Zhao Xuan and Xie returned to the palace, it was already midnight. They walked through the door together and saw a person standing at the door.

It was a cold winter in Beijing. Her face was pale and her lips were blue from the cold. It was obvious that she had been standing in the cold wind for a long time.

　　It is that Mengshi.

Zhao Xuan stepped forward quickly, frowned and said: "You are not in the room in the middle of the night, why are you here? It's so cold, you won't freeze."

Meng raised her wet eyes to look at Zhao Xuan, and whispered: "I haven't seen you come back, and I was thinking about it, so I couldn't care less."

As she spoke, she began to cry, her thin shoulders shaking slightly, and her whole body was like a willow branch swayed by the cold wind, soft, weak, and pitiful.

Mrs. Xie couldn't see this the most. She snorted coldly, waved her hands to Zhao Xuan and said, "Send her back quickly." After saying that, she said to Mrs. Meng in a cold voice: "I can tell you, this is the capital, the emperor. There are so many pairs of eyes staring at me at my feet. You must not do anything like that to me again. If anything is reported, the entire Prince Yong's Palace will be implicated."

Xie is right to say that the vassal kings of all dynasties were sensitive beings. For example, the tribute paid every two or three years was the emperor's test and glimpse of the vassal kings in various places.

In front of the Emperor, it is natural to conduct yourself with your tail between your legs. If you are found guilty of something bad, you will not be able to be used as a culprit.

Seeing that Zhao Xuan was motionless, Xie urged her again: "Take her back quickly."

The woman who was frail when she mentioned the past just now has returned to the calm, capable and well-informed wife of a wealthy family at this moment.

After Zhao Xuan took the people away, Mrs. Xie gathered up her mink velvet shawl and walked towards her yard with steady steps.

When the little girls in the house saw their master returning, they rushed over to greet her. They diligently helped Mrs. Xie change her clothes and handed her tea. While they were busy, they couldn't help but ask: "Prince Concubine, isn't the palace particularly luxurious? At the palace banquet. Are there any songs and dances like those in Yizhou? They say the emperor is as powerful as the gods in the temple, is that true? And the queen, is she really as beautiful as a fairy? How is the queen so beautiful?"

These two little girls were brought over by Xie from the Yizhou Prince's Mansion. They are her personal maids, so they are not restrained in front of her. The girls are young and at the age where they love novelty, so they are naturally full of interest in the mysterious imperial city. Full of curiosity.

Mrs. Xie smiled faintly. She held the tea cup with both hands and drank the **** tea brewed with red dates and ginseng. She replied: "The palace is naturally the most luxurious place in the world. The singing and dancing in the palace are also beautiful. But unlike Yizhou, the music played on such occasions is all traditional Chinese music, which is grand and elegant."

The two little girls opened their eyes wide and stared at Mr. Xie holding their breath. Mr. Xie glanced at the two innocent girls and continued: "The current emperor was once the God of War. He was handsome, wise and famous. , more powerful than the gods in the temple."

The two little girls listened without blinking and asked eagerly: "What kind of woman can match such a good man? Isn't the queen more beautiful than Chang'e?"

Xie Shiyile: "The queen is naturally very beautiful, but the emperor and the queen are not gods, they are also mortals."

As she spoke, she deliberately teased the two girls and said, "I am still the emperor's cousin."

The two little girls giggled and looked at Mrs. Xie with a hint of admiration in their eyes.

The master and servants were talking and joking here, and Mrs. Xie felt her eyes darken and fainted.

Zhao Xuan took Meng back to the house. He couldn't help scolding her: "You are such a grown-up person, why don't you always act like a child?"

As soon as Zhao Xuan said these words, Meng's tears fell: "You dislike me, don't you?"

She looked at him with watery eyes, her voice choked with sadness.

Zhao Xuan couldn't bear it and explained: "How could you say that? How could I dislike you?" He sighed, "I'm worried that you are weak and freezing outside in the cold weather. If you fall ill later, it won't be you." You suffer."

Meng Shi threw herself into Zhao Xuan's arms, still crying non-stop: "Husband, you are the only person who loves me in this world. As a duckweed like me, you are the only one who is willing to love me."

As he spoke, he grabbed Zhao Xuan's hand tightly, looked at him and asked, "Will you always treat me well? You will never abandon me, right?"

She cried so much that her eyes were red and swollen with tears.

Zhao Xuan looked at his concubine's pear blossoms and the rain, but suddenly his wife's fragile and sad look on the tower just appeared in his mind.

"Promise me, okay?" Seeing Zhao Xuan's silence, Meng asked again.

Zhao Xuan sighed slightly, pushed Meng to sit down on the bed, and replied: "Don't keep thinking randomly. Your body is weak and you can no longer withstand the torture."

Mengshi finally calmed down. She stopped crying and was silent for a long time. Finally, she said, "You have come out of the palace a long time ago, right?"

 “Where have you been?”

 “You took her to play, didn’t you?”

She looked at him with resentment in her eyes, and her tone could not hide the sadness.

Zhao Xuan rubbed his forehead and suddenly felt very tired. He said, "Stop talking about these things. I'm tired, and so are you. Go to sleep. I'll be here with you today."

Mengshi threw herself into his arms again, and her tears poured out again, dripping wetly on Zhao Xuan's body.

　　"I beg you, don't treat me like this. I will never be able to have children again. You are the only person I can rely on in this world. If you dislike me again, then what chance do I have to survive?"

Meng was holding Zhao Xuan here and crying, when she heard the voice of the mother-in-law calling back through the door: "Master, just now someone from Madam's side came to send a message, saying that Madam suddenly fainted and asked you to come over quickly. .”

Zhao Xuan felt his head buzzing when he heard this.

He pushed the crying Meng away, stepped to the door in a few steps, opened the door fiercely, and asked hurriedly: "What's going on? Why are you still fainting? Call the doctor quickly."

While he was talking, he hurriedly walked out, and happened to bump into the girl coming back and forth, and asked again: "What's going on?"

The girl replied: "Madam was still talking and laughing with us when she came back. Suddenly she fainted. When I came out, Sister Rouge had already called the doctor."

Zhao Xuan's heart was beating with fear. Xie had always been healthy, and he had never heard her cry out when she was sick before. Since returning to Beijing, he had seen his wife's fragile side. Now that he heard her acting like this, Zhao Xuan was very worried.

He hurried back to the main house anxiously. The doctor was writing prescriptions outside. They brought this doctor from Yizhou. They were afraid that there would be someone with a headache and fever on the way who would not be able to seek medical treatment. Therefore, as soon as Xie became ill, the girls went directly to the doctor. Invited the doctor over.

"What's going on? Is Madam okay?" Zhao Xuan asked anxiously when he saw the doctor.

Before the doctor could say anything, the little girl Rouge beside her couldn't wait to say happily: "Your Majesty, Madam, she is happy again."