Chapter 22 Chapter 22

The days without Ling Yunche would also fly away without the slightest stagnation.The days are as quiet as death.Ruyi has been trying to think about how she spent the days without Ling Yunche. It was a long, long time ago, so long that it was like an ancient dream, and people couldn't tell whether it really existed.During the years when she lived in the mansion, she was still young, no different from every young girl in youth, with bright red lips, big eyes, and white skin like newly ground rice milk, delicate and moving.The man beside her has a face like Hetian's beautiful jade, eyes like stars in the cold night, and the noble quality and elegance of a vigorous and clear Wuling boy.

Of course, he also has depression occasionally, such as political dissatisfaction, such as Zhuying's death, the gloomy weather is like rain, making people want to hug him, feel sorry for him, and share weal and woe with him. She has always thought that this man is her future, her whole life, and her life and death depend on each other.But it turned out that he was always there when it was sweet, and disappeared when it was miserable. All the hardships and hardships, only Ling Yunche was behind him, accompanying him silently. That was half of her life, during the half-life of marriage, she was always by the emperor's side, but she never paid attention to it. Behind her, there was only Ling Yunche, who could do anything for her.

Ruyi knew about his affection a long time ago, but she couldn't respond in the slightest.Even though she clearly has engraved his kindness in her bones and in her heart. In lonely days, she began to be afraid of rain. The Forbidden City on a sunny day is not so gloomy, and even has a somewhat magnificent layout.But when it rains, it's another world.The vast rain seems to be washing the color of blood on the wall forever.And when it rains heavily, the entire Forbidden City stands alone in the rain like a mournful ghost. Really, when you are young, you are ignorant and not afraid of anything.Now that my youth is gradually declining, I am afraid instead.

She has no powerful mother clan, no caring daughter, and only one son left, which has already been sent to Hai Lan.Husband, it has long been the same.In fact, she never really owned it.What used to be was just a little bit of affection from him, a little here, a little there, never thoughtful.Because of this, the queen's title became nothing but vanity, and she became alone and alone. Sometimes when I think about it, it's really delusional.A relationship that has been persistent for decades, once the ups and downs break, it is because of another relationship.It was him who personally led himself to the bustling and prosperous Jinxiu clan, but it was also he who personally left her behind, leaving her in the lonely place.

In the end, the only thing that is with me is the roll of black plums, which will not change with the weather, and will still be in full bloom. On April 28th of the twenty-ninth year, the long-ill concubine Xin passed away.Ruyi and Hailan stood in front of the coffin, watching the young eighth princess crying earth-shatteringly in snow-white mourning clothes, heartbroken and speechless.That night, except for the sound of the wind, everything was silent.She thought of Concubine Xin when she first entered the palace, she loved to laugh so much, blooming like a mountain of flowers.The last one who passed away was skinny and infirm.

But in ten years, the Forbidden City has added a lot of beauty and bones.She didn't say a word when she left, she just stared at the young Eighth Princess and refused to close her eyes for a long time. It was Ruyi who understood first, and said, "Don't worry, Bengong and Concubine Yu will take good care of Jinghua." Concubine Xin nodded her head with difficulty, a wisp of her soul was finally willing to dissipate. At that time, the emperor newly recruited Fu Changzai, Bai Changzai, Wu Changzai and Ning Changzai. The four of them were all young girls in good times.Flowers always bloom, old people leave, new people come, never lonely.And in November of the twenty-seventh year, Yan Wan, who had always been pampered, gave birth to the sixteenth son of the emperor.

Compared with the harem, the weather in the former dynasty is clearer.On the fifth day of May in the twenty-eighth year, Qingyan in Jiuzhou caught fire due to a thunderstorm. Because it was late at night, only the emperor and Prince He played chess as companions in the palace.Fortunately, Yong Qi, who lived in the side hall, found out early, and immediately carried the emperor on his back and escaped. Since then, the matter of storing positions has become clear. In the first month of the 30th year of Qianlong, the emperor decided to make another southern tour.When talking about this matter, it was the emperor's beloved daughter and Princess Jing who were the first to know about it.At that time, the father and daughter stood in front of the portrait of Empress Xiaoxian, mourning deeply.

The empress Xiaoxian in the portrait is still beautiful in her prime, but the emperor is half a hundred, and gradually looks old.Since he became estranged from the empress, the emperor lingered less among his concubines, but sat in the Changchun Palace for a longer time. The emperor caressed the portrait and lamented endlessly: "The setting sun above the city paints a corner of mourning, and the Shenyuan is not the old pond. The green spring under the bridge of sadness was once a shadow of a surprise. I read Lu You's poem mourning Tang Wan a few days ago. I miss you. Langya, I have wronged you a lot in the past, but now I want to talk to you, but I can't."

Princess Hejing snuggled up beside the emperor, showing a rare little girl's attitude, Yiyi said: "Huang Ama, you miss Er Niang, Er Niang knows it all." The emperor patted He Jing's hands, "I thought about visiting the south after the New Year. But every time I think of your mother passing away in Jinan, I feel that Jinan is a sad city and I refuse to enter it." He Jing couldn't bear to see the emperor's mournful expression, so he comforted him: "There has been so much commotion in the palace in the past two years. Although the capital is still keeping it secret, my son knows a little bit, but it's hard to speak up. The emperor Ama misses Erniang so much, partly because there is no one else who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Erniang, and the other part is that Huang Erniang's behavior is a bit too shameful. So, Huang Ama wants to go to the southern tour to relax, and it is also good."

The emperor took two steps and sat down on the side of the couch, "The empress doesn't care much about the affairs of the palace, the imperial concubine Ling can be regarded as capable, and the concubine Rong is certainly good...but they can't compare with Ni'er Niang. I looked around the six palaces, It also feels so empty.” Such words are really sad words.The emperor's self-esteem must be strong, and face is the most important thing.Saying such words at this moment, even He Jing couldn't help feeling sad.Such beautiful flowers are surrounded by lively crowds.Every time he went to the harem, those delicate and flowery faces were all smiling and flattering. In the emperor's heart, what he missed the most was the old people and the old love.

He Jing's eyes were moistened, "I know, so even if you have made the noble concubine decent in the six palaces these years, and gave birth repeatedly, you still haven't let go of giving her the honor of the imperial concubine." The emperor said indifferently: "The honor of the previous imperial concubines was given only when they were seriously ill. The empress is in the middle palace, and she hastily given the position of Wei's imperial concubine, which also hurt her dignity. And I will see , you and the Wei family have also become estranged in the past few years, and are no longer as close as before." "They are all concubines of Huang Ama. As a princess, I should not be too close. In the past, I used to associate with Ling Niangniang because of her kindness to Qingyou. But even so, Huang Ama rewarded Ling Niang, It's also against the rules for your son to get too close to her." The emperor slightly showed his approval, "After all, she is the daughter of Empress Xiaoxian, and she is fair and sensible." He Jing said modestly: "Regardless of what the Queen Mother is, Huang Ama still takes her into consideration. Speaking of which, the imperial concubine comes from a small family, so she is not worthy to be in charge of the affairs of the sixth house. By the way, Huang Ama, this time the southern tour, the Queen Mother Do you want to go?" The emperor did not hesitate at all, "The empress will naturally go. Leaving her in Beijing will seem discordant with the empress and empress, and it will only cause people to talk. Moreover, the empress lived in the south of the Yangtze River when she was young, and she also likes the Suzhou-Hangzhou area." At the end of these words, even He Jing could hear the sadness in the emperor's words.Discord between the emperor and the empress is well known in the palace, but the emperor still cared about his youthful relationship with the empress.Maybe when people are getting old, when everything is about to collapse, they will appreciate the beauty of youthful feelings. The day the tour was scheduled was Ling Yunche's three-year memorial day.In order not to make public, Ruyi went to Baohua Hall to lightly burn incense in the early morning. Baohua Hall is the place where monks pray for blessings in the palace, and the palace people take care of all the chores of sanitation and cleaning.It was the first day of fresh snow, and the morning light was as cold as white dew.Ruyi didn't know about the masters of Baohua Hall, but she only took Rong Pei to go, quietly presenting incense and paying respects to the Buddha, expressing her condolences. Rong Pei prepared everything, and said in a gentle voice: "The Empress was not so gracious in the past when she went to Baohua Hall." Ruyi has a calm face, "I used to think that I was fearless, but now I realize that I can't do anything. Since people are weak, they can only rely on gods and Buddhas." At that time, the sky was slightly bright, and the half crescent moon was hidden in the clouds.A group of monks had never received an edict, and they were never ready to welcome them.Being so unrestrained, she was left at ease, letting Ruyi sit alone under the Buddhist altar, looking up at her height. The furnishings in Baohua Palace seem simple and unpretentious, but there is a hint of grandeur that has been refined to the extreme.There are more than a dozen sapphire incense lamps in the hall, attracting a large volume of white sandalwood fragrance. After reading the scriptures several times, when he got up and stepped out of the palace gate, the sky was already as bright and clear as a bright jade.There is not an inch of snow in the courtyard, but there is only a clear sky.Only the footprints on the snow when she came here clearly told her how she walked step by step when she came here. I can't help but feel depressed, if I am a human being in this life, if I go through bumps and bumps, I can be so steady at every step, knowing what the road ahead is, and where I am going, how wonderful it would be. She raised her head and stood quietly under the eaves.Because she came to worship the Buddha alone, she also dressed very plainly, wearing a lotus blue dress, and hanging plum blossoms with gold and silver two-color silk threads.The bun is neatly combed, only made of sapphire lotus petals, sporadically dotted with a few emerald green inlaid blue beads, and a long white jade hairpin. At that time, the morning glow was just emerging, reflecting the bright snow, and there was a faint smell of wintersweet in the air, the cold snow was clear and light, and the dark fragrance floated.There are deep blue clouds in the sky, interlaced with the fiery clouds like layers of tulle, seemingly clear but not clear, half visible, hazy and winding like the wings of a huge phoenix. It seems that many years ago, when they were still young, the emperor stood under the lush flowers and trees, the vast beauty of the sunset was the shadow of waves, and his bright smile blended into the most beautiful yearning in the world.The pink color set off his brows and eyes one by one, and he looked at her with a smile.His smile is like the bright snowy light after the first dawn, even if it is freezing cold, it still has the power to warm people. But, that was really a long time ago. It has been so long that even she is confused, whether it is purely a blurred image when she was young, and she can only use this to comfort her aging years. She thought so, and sighed lightly.Slightly hearing a rustling sound behind her, she quickly concealed her gloominess, she was as graceful and cold as usual, turned around and looked behind, and saw an old monk in green clothes holding a half-worn bamboo broom, slowly sweeping down the steps Snow.Ruyi stared at her for a moment, then said softly, "Who are you?" The monk raised his eyes slightly, discerned her clothing color, and saluted neither humble nor overbearing, "Empress Empress." Ruyi saw that his beard and hair were white and his expression was peaceful, so he became a little closer and nodded slightly. The monk stretched his sleeves and restrained his face, "How can the empress come to Baohua Hall today? The monk did not greet her from afar. It is really rude." Ruyi smiled lightly, unable to hide the fine lines and tired dark blue in the corners of her eyes, "I didn't intend to disturb everyone, but I dreamed of a pair of children who died young last night. In the morning, I thought that I would go out with the emperor soon, so I came to pray." Peace of mind, come to seek a safe journey.” The monk said: "The emperor's trip is a matter of the future, but it has been many years, the empress still can't let go of the dead?" Somehow, there is a desire to talk.It seems that talking to a person who is infused with the fragrance of Buddha can make people feel peaceful.She said slowly: "The young girl died in her arms, the young son abandoned his parents before seeing the sun, thinking about it day and night, hanging in his heart." In fact, she seldom talked about Jing Si and Yong Jing to others.As the time gurgles, I only bury my grief in my heart, smoldering into broken gravel edges, piercing the soft heart and lungs inadvertently. That is the eternal death of a mother. Seeing that the monk's face was old, Ruyi felt curious, "Have you never seen Master before?" The floor-sweeping monk stopped the rustling of his hands, clasped his palms together and smiled, "I remember every time the empress comes. The first time, it seems to be during the reign of Emperor Yongzheng, when the empress came with my aunt. At that time, the empress was still in her boudoir." Ruyi thought about it, but the past was vaguely like this.But unknowingly, half of my life, from a reckless young girl, from a vigilant concubine, to today's high place that is extremely cold, has also adorned the eyes of others for half a lifetime.Thinking about it like this, she felt relaxed, and said slowly: "That happened decades ago." The floor-sweeping monk smiled faintly, "I have been practicing here for half my life. I remember that when I first entered Baohua Hall to serve, it was the 50th year of Kangxi. For many years, I was just one of hundreds of monks chanting scriptures in Baohua Hall. Naturally, the empress did not pay attention to." A mutton fat white jade Ruyi dot emerald long hairpin on Ruyi's temple was swayed by the cold wind, and a fine begonia pearl pendant was swayed, even though it was gold and jade luxurious, Ling Feng couldn't help but shiver.She sighed softly: "Three dynasties are prosperous, and the master collected everything." She paused, with some hesitation, "I once read Buddhist scriptures, and there was a sentence that was soul-stirring to read. She said, 'Love and desire for others is like holding a torch. Yes, you must suffer from burning hands'. Dare to ask Master, what is love in the world?" The monk smiled, "Think about the past, don't lie to each other, treat each other tenderly, it is love." Ruyi was moved when she heard this, but deliberately kept being picky, and said, "Master is a Buddhist, and he also understands love in the world?" The monk was quite calm, "The Buddha is merciful to the common people, and the love and love in the world are all in the center of his eyes. You can't get involved in it, but you can understand it." He frowned for a moment, "I have studied carefully in Baohua Temple for more than fifty years, but in the insignificant Seeking purity in the midst of chaos. Sometimes I look on with cold eyes, only to feel that even if I read thousands of volumes of Buddhism, it is still difficult to solve the doubts in my heart.” Ruyi raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly, "Master also has doubts?" "The world of mortals and the pure are only separated by a wall. If you don't have enough cultivation, you will naturally have doubts." "I would like to hear the details." "In the world, you can fight if you fight, but you can't fight if you don't fight. But what does it mean to be able to fight? What does it mean not to fight? And what the benefactor asked is whether it is also a place to fight for, so if you get love, what should you fight for with love? Entanglement , where is the end?" Ruyi was stopped for a moment, the monk lightly rolled up his robe sleeves, and said leisurely, "If you fight back and forth, what you are fighting for is nothingness. Fighting life and death, misfortunes and blessings, sacrificing the joy of a lifetime, It’s just a mirror image, so why did it come here?” It was as if there were nine layers of thunder rolling, penetrating directly into the mind, and the turbulent clouds between the sky and the earth rolled and turned, gathering and dispersing suddenly.Countless accumulated bitterness and sorrow are mixed with heavy sorrow and joy, which is unstoppable. I have been struggling to support for many years, what is it for?Her family is already stable enough, and with Yu En who respects Empress Xian, it is enough to live a safe life.The Ulanara clan did not have any outstanding clan members, and the emperor had no intention of promoting him, so he promised him an important position.As a queen, she actually has no worries, and she has no mother family backer to rely on.Her Yongzheng, the only son, is not as outstanding as Yongqi. If she can be a wealthy prince in the future, she will be noble and at ease. But if she is still struggling in the back position, Yongzheng is young and weak, and her aptitude is not outstanding, but just average.She was spoiled and raised since childhood, and her temperament is weak.There are all the grown-up elder brothers above, and the favored younger brother below. If she is really on the throne in the future, she has also heard the scene of the emperor Kangxi's nine kings seizing the throne. How can it not be frightening?She is a mother, she understands it all too well, because she has no mother to rely on, it is really very difficult for Yongxin to gain a firm foothold. How long can she protect him?From the beginning of her plan, she only hoped that he would be a wealthy and idle person, and his life would be peaceful. She didn't feel dazed, and murmured softly, "I always thought that I could stick to something and understand what I wanted. But when I think about it, I'm actually not very clear-headed. I was rejected by the late emperor's third elder brother in the past. There is no way to go, it is the emperor who temporarily allowed me to be safe. But after that, what I really want, but I have never been able to get it. I want the love between husband and wife, even if it is wishful thinking. I just want a The trust that does not bully each other, procrastinates and retreats, has been struggling for many years but is hard to get. I have been looking forward to it for a long time, and even myself will be shaken. Whether what I want to get is within this red wall But it never existed at all. Since this is the case, is it because I am wrong? Is it because I want to seek something without root or existence in the land of mirrors and water?" The floor-sweeping monk held a bamboo broom in his hand, and gently slid across the snow-covered bluestone tile floor, and slowly chanted: "All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and like electricity, and should be viewed in this way." He sighed slowly and gently. With a sound, he lingered in the empty space.His half-worn robe brushed past the remaining snow quietly, and the sound of chanting in his mouth gradually faded away, "Not on this shore, not on the other shore, not in the middle of the stream, I ask you where you are? No past, no future, no present. , return your true colors!" In the white snow, the monk's figure was indistinct, and he went to the place where he should go. Warm tears finally fell down my cheeks, her true face, like a snow track stained by dust, has long since disappeared. I don't know how long it has passed, Rong Pei is wearing a big hairy cloak with a sky blue bamboo leaf pattern inlaid with gold thread and phoenix tail. A circle of purple fox fur around the neckline adds a little more glamour.It's just that Huayan is also lifeless, she is the flesh and blood of a living being, embellishing her nobility.Rong Pei put the cloak on her shoulders, and cared softly: "Tian Han, Empress, please take care of yourself." Ruyi stands in a daze. Rong Pei said in a low voice: "My lady hasn't slept well these past few nights. Yelai Youmeng tossed and turned, vaguely bringing up old things." Needless to say, Ruyi also remembered those dreams.The dream is full of childish emotions, when she first married Rouge, when she first entered the palace like walking on thin ice, when she just left the cold palace and walked slowly towards him, and, also, when he wanted her to stand beside him.She clearly remembered those words. He always said, "Don't worry." But in this life, how has she ever felt relieved?But he let go of his heart and never came back. The old things in the dream are like smoke, and only when I wake up do I feel the coldness of reality, which is inevitable. Rong Pei hesitated and said: "Is the empress still thinking about what the emperor said at that time? Why are people's words always so easy to change? Shouldn't the ninety-five kings keep their promises?" That's Rong Pei's confusion, maybe it's also the confusion of women's hearts in the world? Ruyi thought bewilderedly that the ice and snow glass made her feel extremely clear, "No. Maybe everyone, what they said at the time was sincere. But I forgot that the mind is easy to change. What was said at that time was just the truth at that time. The state of mind, if you can't forget to believe in the future, it is my fault for credulity." The time was delayed for more than two months, and Yujia arrived in Hangzhou in February of the 30th year.It is not difficult for a monarch of an empire to envy the south of the Yangtze River and travel south.What's more, the world is peaceful and prosperous, and all industries are prosperous. It is the most romantic era.From the vast white mountains and black waters, the wind and smoke in the north, to the sunny and rainy south of the Yangtze River, and the bright clouds and nobles, he can give gifts, observe the people and officials, and also see the beauty of the mountains and rivers, the richness of the people, and the thousands of miles he owns under the brilliant sky. country. On the day I first arrived in Hangzhou, it was raining coldly.February in the south of the Yangtze River has seen a thin spring, but the rain is wet and cold, far less dry than the scenery in Beijing.But the officials standing on the top of the dragon boat and watching the rain on both sides of the river were silent. The moist breeze was facing the face, and the clear water was winding under the feet. The gentleness between heaven and earth seemed to return to the time when they first came to Hangzhou. Yu Yanwan in Hangzhou is a blessed place, and so is Concubine Yu Qing.And this time the emperor not only accompanied the queen mother, but also brought his beloved Rong Concubine Xiangjian, and he must come with her to appreciate the beauty of the mountains, rivers and mountains. When he could stay in the palace, the emperor couldn't wait to go to the mountains and rivers.The Xinggong area was originally close to the West Lake and Gushan, and because of the many plum blossoms, Gushan was also called Meiyu. It was the hermitage of Lin Hejing in the Song Dynasty.The emperor saw that Ruyi had always been deserted, and it happened to be her birthday, so he said: "Gushan is very good for plum blossom viewing. There are Xiangying, Lvca, etc. The flowers are different, and you like them." Ruyi nodded, and was about to agree, the emperor shook his head again, "It's a pity, it's called Gushan, and the name sounds ominous." The emperor loved Fengya the most, Ruyi said, "It's okay if the emperor changes his name." The emperor thought about it carefully, but he didn't like it, "Master Kangxi didn't change his name when he came here, and it's inconvenient for me to change it." So I gathered my clothes and went to the "Eighteen Scenic Spots of West Lake".During the reign of Emperor Yongzheng, Li Wei repaired the area around the West Lake.Among the thousands of green bushes, the Dan Palace and the Green Palace cover the Lin Biao.Yudai Qinghong, Haixia Xishuang, the corridor is surrounded by water, and the reflection of Zhulan is golden and clear.The flowers and willows beside the bridge are reflected, and the sunshine is shining.The plum groves return to the crane, and the fish marsh autumn rong are planted with hibiscus around the pond, and when they bloom, they rot like beautiful flowers.Lianchi Pine House, Baoshi Fengting Pavilion, Tingwan Riding and Shooting, Yuquan Yuyue, Fengling Songtao, Lake View, Viewing the Sea, and Xixi Exploring Plum Blossoms are all interesting.Wushan Daguan and Tianzhuxiang City can see the joy of the people, and the Yunqi Fan Path can hear the morning fish and the evening drum, which echoes the sound of nature. And Ruyi's favorite is the area around Jiaoshi Mingqin, with dark colors and shimmering, lakes and greens reflecting in the distance, as if riding a pole in the distant sky.There are many strange stones in front of the boat, which resemble broad-leaved plantains, and the title is "Banana Stone Mountain House".There is another natural pool at the root of the stone. The spring emerges from the crack of the stone, making a sound of lingling, playing clear and green.There is a small pavilion next to the pool, which is elegant and quiet.If the Jiaoweiqin is used to compose the music, the ancient sounds will be less and less, resounding into the autumn clouds, high mountains and flowing water, with natural connotations. The emperor was also quite interested, so he said to Ruyi: "The place where I live is close to here. It would be great if you came here to play the piano on a moonlit night." After a gleam of gloom, he said coldly, "It doesn't matter if you don't play it, so as not to play Li Shangyin's song and stir up old feelings for no reason." Can make him forget that period of old things. Seeing the emperor's sudden displeasure, Yan Wan persuaded: "It's just rumors, the emperor really doesn't need to take it to heart. Besides, people are gone, and the empress feels uncomfortable when she hears it." The emperor was in a daze, staring at Ruyi, his gaze piercing, "Really? I thought that the love is always there when the person is gone." The palace people stood in the distance with umbrellas, towels, and spittoons. Although only Yan Wan and Xiang Jian were by their side, Ruyi couldn't stand this unwarranted humiliation.The person has passed away, and sometimes she wants to forget it, but she can't help the emperor's caressing and indifferent. In the middle of the day, the warm and sunny light falls on the whole body of the person, with a lingering warmth.Xiangjian was wearing a pink and black long gown, which was densely embroidered with endless patterns of jujube flowers.It was a kind of bright moon weaving newly made in Hangzhou silk, and only two pieces were obtained in total. The emperor gave one piece to the queen mother, and the other piece was rewarded with incense for her to tailor new clothes.The bright moon silk is like an inch of gold, elegant and soft, as smooth as a newborn baby.A touch of silk light shines in every gesture, and one can already feel that the noble and beloved concubine is aggressive. She stood under the blooming flowers in February, and said lightly: "The day before yesterday, I accompanied the emperor to burn incense and salute to the upper Tianzhu to wish a good harvest. Is it right?" She raised her eyes, staring like Han Xingyi, "Is this concubine so thoughtful, will the emperor blame him?" The emperor was slightly startled, and then smiled, showing infinite love and compassion, "As long as you are happy, everything is fine." Xiang Jian pursed her lips into a smile, and said lightly, "Really? The emperor can forgive even his concubines for praying for Han Qi. Is Ling Yunche, who is unnecessarily necessary, the emperor's frown and heart in recent years, so stingy?" The emperor was speechless, Ruyi remained calm, but raised the corners of her lips slightly to express her gratitude for Xiang's insight. Yan Wan was very confused, and said softly: "Sister Rong Concubine, that's not what you said. After all, you and Han Qi have a marriage contract, but Empress Empress and Ling Yunche are just a distinction between superiority and inferiority. Could it be that my sister thinks that Empress Empress Are you and Ling Yunche like you and Han Qi?" She pressed her slender jade fingers to her heart and shook her head repeatedly, "Sister, I don't dare to listen to that." Some dare not listen, and some cannot bear to speak.It was obviously about her, but she couldn't argue.Only then did I realize that the deep-rooted seeds of suspicion are like the deep-rooted seeds of love, which are generally difficult to remove. She also didn't have the strength to pull out the thorn in his heart.Because the thorn was formed by a living life, and it has already become an indelible brand in her heart. The wind in early spring is like the soft palm of a daughter's family, gently brushing her cheeks.She heard Xiangjian's contemptuous voice, "It's a genius for Ling Guifei to be so good at misinterpreting." She didn't need to look, but she could guess that Yan Wan must be delicate and timid, not daring to compete with her.She didn't bother to look, so as not to stain her eyes. Ruyi's eyebrows were cold, and she said lightly: "It turns out that the emperor cares so much about his concubines, it's really a blessing for his concubines." The emperor turned his eyes to look at Yan Wan, "There is no need to say anything about what you shouldn't say." Xiangjian drew her hand and said to herself: "The flowers are blooming well ahead, empress, let's go and see." Before he could start, the eunuch came to invite him, "Please ask the emperor's order, where is the dinner? This slave has to prepare." The emperor was not interested, "The dinner is in the side hall. Where is the kabuki sent by Yangzhou Prefecture? I need to accompany it with singing and dancing." Such an order means that I don't want my concubine to serve me.Ruyi said goodbye to Yanwan and Xiang.