MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 133
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Man eyes narrowed at them, and spit out a word coldly, "say."
Although the maids were afraid, they still lowered their heads and hesitated not to speak. A younger maid couldn't help but said, "A few days ago, a Miss Sang came to the palace and lived in Yilan Temple. I heard that Ms. Sang is young and beautiful, singing well ... "
"Xuaner," the older palace girl kneeling in front of her changed her face and said, "Miss Sang is no more beautiful than our mother-in-law. Ordinary women are comparable? Madam, this is the case. Miss Sang has been in the palace for five days. In the past five days, the emperor has not visited her at Yilan Temple. This afternoon, Miss Sang must go through the Emperor's Manxiang Temple. Singing on the road, attracted the emperor's attention. She also said that the emperor worked hard for state affairs all day. She personally cooked the soup for the emperor, supplemented the emperor, and then ... she followed the emperor to Longxiao Palace to accompany the emperor. Supper ... "
She lost her heart. She has only been reading the book daily for the past few days, thinking about the war that is coming soon. She just wants to help him share more, but she doesn't want other women to go to the palace for five days. She didn't even know !!
What does worry-free let that woman go to the palace? The woman was singing and making soup, and she seemed to be an ordinary and lonely person.
Another palace woman looked worried and said: "Madam, you must think of a way! Now the palace is secretly transmitting, saying that the mother will soon be beaten into the cold palace, Miss Sang will be the queen ..."
"Hold up, don't talk nonsense!" The elder maid hurriedly stopped the maid with no cover on her mouth, and glanced back fiercely, busyly: "Mother, don't listen to them blindly, the emperor's love to the maid Who doesn't know, up and down? Even if Miss Sang is really queen, in the heart of the emperor, there is still only the maiden. You maiden, please eat first, don't starve yourself. "
Man's hands were tight, his sharp nails pierced the white rice paper and nailed it to his own skin. She glanced at the food on the table and looked at where he usually sat. Her face was unusually calm and disturbingly calm.
The maids looked at each other, and bowed their heads, and did not dare to speak again.
It took a long time before Manyu spoke softly and said lightly, "Everything is withdrawn."
"Ah? Madam you ..."
"The palace said, withdraw." She had a sharp look and her voice was cold and irresistible. "You all step back."
"Yes." The court ladies responded in a hurry.
The man walked around the room twice, his fingers turned white.
The winter evening cold and bitter, flapping the carved pane, fanning the cool white window paper. The never-closed window creaked open, and the cold wind penetrated through the window, tilting her like snow and silver.
If he was the former liar who could act without hesitation, she would firmly believe that he would not compromise, but at this moment, he is an emperor who has not yet fully established his power. His father is in the hands of the enemy, and he does not know how to suffer. What kind of torture? The mausoleum of his mother's body is on the enemy's site. He can't even worship at the festival! And the people who brought them stigma are now staring at them, trying everything to kill them. All this makes her unsure how he will choose?
Lovers or rivers and mountains can never be both. When he comes to him, will there be an exception? The courtiers forced each other, and the barracks rioted. Someone secretly made use of her white hair to make a fuss. The person must have a good understanding of their feelings and facilitate the selfishness of the Southern Ministers. Solitary forces, in a dilemma, set up such a vicious scheme.
An emperor can deal with any courtier, but the emperor can't oppose the civil and military forces of the Manchu dynasty and even the entire national army. Sang Yunxiang has a deep foundation in the Southern Dynasty. Almost half of the Manchu fighters are his students. It is so easy to get rid of the whole body.
She understood these truths and his embarrassing situation, but she still couldn't do it willingly to work with her! Going back and forth, going through life and death, is this fate? Destined to not get the love she wants?
She thought about it, turned to look at the dark sky outside, and quickly walked out.
The Manxiang Temple is not far from Longxiao Palace. It took her only a quarter of an hour to go outside Longxiao Palace. The guard at the door was busy saluting her, and she never came here to report.
After entering Longxiao Palace, she heard the sound of silk bamboo from a distance, and the voice of a woman. The singing voice was like a lark, and it was very pleasant. This woman really did a great job, presumably preparing for this day for a long time.
Suddenly, Manyu paused, stood at the door, and didn't go any further.
She stared coolly, staring at the direction of the vocal music, motionless. The brightly lit palace was right in front of her eyes, and as long as she walked in, she could stop everything that could happen.
The lights in the night are extremely dazzling, the moon is bright in the air, and the shadow of the trees outside the palace on the ground is stretched for a long time. Everything that was already familiar in the palace became a little strange to her.
When she left the house, she forgot to put on her fox fur. At this moment, the cold wind poured directly, and she felt cold all over, and even her heart was cold, just like the white floor tiles under her feet. Why do people in love come together with so much hardship and still have so many trials and trials?
She lifted her head, took a deep breath, and the cold air went straight into her lungs. She smiled coolly and murmured, "It's really cold!" Without the warm pair of hands holding her, it was so cold on this day It's like freezing.
She glanced again at the palace and thought about it, but eventually turned slowly and left silently. Wherever you come from, go back.
"Why not go in?" Xiao Sha, who had been watching her far away, appeared in front of her just after leaving Longxiao Palace. He thought she would go in, because a proud woman like her, once she had determined what she wanted, would not allow anyone to ruin her happiness.
Don't hesitate, what do you go in? He said it was left to him to deal with, and she said she would trust him, and she should believe that he would handle it well!
If he can't even believe it, then her life really can't find the meaning of existence. That life is too sad, and she wants to give herself a chance.
She lifted her chin and looked at the distant and dark sky, and smiled lightly: "He did this, he has his own reason." Ignoring Xiao Sha's hesitation, he went straight away, and the white moonlight poured down. On her thin back, she hurt the eyes of those behind her.
Outside the Qingfeng Hall, in Meilin, she asked someone to fetch a piano and sit alone on the pavilion. Send everyone out, the whole Manxiang Hall, she was alone, accompanied by Lengyue.
The strings are plucked, and the lonely notes like the clear spring of jingling flow from the pale fingertips, with her uncertain mood at the moment, lingering in the night of this silent deep palace, contaminated by the bleakness of the night.
A dim yellow candlelight swayed in the wind in the Qingfeng Hall opposite, which did not illuminate the darkness outside.
Suddenly she wondered, how sad and regretful was Yun Guifei when she saw the Emperor Lin married Fu Jie? In those days when Fu Jie was petting, how did she endure one long night after another desperate? If only the women of this world would be fine, it was a matter of righteousness to inculcate a man's three wives and four concubines from an early age, that would be at least easier to accept. Sadly, like her, Yun Guifei comes from a society where men and women are equal and monogamous. In their thoughts, love should be single-minded and not allow a third person to set foot. Is this fortunate or unfortunate?
"No worries, I hope you don't let their tragedy repeat for us."
In this way, she spent the last moment of her birthday with a sad piano accompaniment. This time, she was still unaccompanied and did not hear a warm blessing.
How long haven't you had a headache? Probably since Linger left, I don't know what the reason was, her headache on the full moon night suddenly disappeared since then, as if she never had pain. At this moment, she even missed the headache, and if she had a pain in her head, she could drink the medicine and go to sleep, without having to sit here so hard.
Without sleep overnight, she sat quietly in Meilin, looking at the sky, thinking, there is no blood, there is no way to curb her rumors of white-haired evildoers, and to calm down the hall and army set off by malicious people as soon as possible Riots?
The East turned pale, and she looked up and rubbed her tight temples.
At this time, Lin Zi walked into a person, and she turned around and looked like Xiao Ke, who had not seen in a few days.
Xiao Ke didn't come to her arm as soon as she saw her, but slowly walked towards her with her head down. His complexion is rare, his eyes are reddish.
Man frowned and asked, "Keer, why are you here so early?"
"Sister Princess," Xiao Ke called her softly, biting her lips, her eyes dodging as if hesitating. Then she lowered her head, her voice very quiet, and said, "Sister Princess, I'm sorry, I ... the emperor ..."
Xiao Ke's abnormality made her realize that something was unusual, and she jumped up to her heart, and stood up quickly, asking, "What's wrong with him?" She didn't even feel a little trembling in her voice.
Xiao Ke looked up at her, his lips moved and he stopped talking. 2k novel reading network
