Chapter 203 Chapter Four Xuan Mo

After Nalan heard the news of Yuan Shilan's suicide, she was silent for a long time. Wen Yuan led the servants and retreated slowly, leaving behind a room full of clear and quiet afternoon sunshine. I remembered the last time I saw that woman who was as fierce as ice and snow. At that time, her head was covered with layers of gauze. Even though the wound could not be seen, she could still imagine the tragic face inside through the traces of blood. . She looked at Nalan calmly, and said in a very calm voice, "Even if it wasn't me, it would never be you." Nalan smiled indifferently. In fact, in her capacity, she shouldn't be meeting a deposed cold palace concubine, but she still came, so at this moment, facing her merciless attitude as always, she didn't hesitate. What an overreaction.He just looked at her quietly, and asked a sentence that was always hidden in his heart: "Even if it's not you, you don't have to be like this. Don't you know that the whole palace is looking forward to your day like this?"

"Who has time to intrigue with them?" Yuan Shilan smiled coldly, the knife mark on the corner of his mouth was exposed, looking weird and terrifying. "I just don't want to waste time guarding a man who doesn't care about me." Nalan continued to ask: "Then what do you do to the emperor? Are you also unintentional?" Yuan Shilan's expression suddenly became ferocious, she turned her head viciously, lowered her voice, and said angrily, "It's not mine, I don't want it." In the brilliant lights of the southeast hall, Nalan was dressed in a brocade dress, leaning on the back of his chair, smiling quietly.

Really don't want it?same careless?If it was true, how could he mutilate himself and disfigure himself for someone who didn't care?How could he feel sorry for himself in the endless loneliness, and then decide to die? After all, you are still young and vigorous, and you are still naive and willful, so you can be so hasty, so casual, and you can not think about it at all. If you commit suicide irresponsibly and die, what kind of price will your parents and relatives pay for it? ? This harem is such a terrifying place, it can make people go crazy, it can make people go crazy, it can make a young girl cut one's face with a knife, and then die without any worries.

She thought that her suicide would make that person feel guilty and remember her forever, but she didn't know that in this huge palace, her life and death were just a short-lived fireworks. A little talk after dinner will not cause any ripples. In this imperial palace, the most indispensable thing is the innocent soul who died in vain. With the passage of time, one month, two months, one year, two years, who would still remember that there was a concubine Chu who was loved for a while? "How stupid!" Nalan sighed softly, to enjoy such a title, one could rely on a lifetime of glory, coupled with that similar face and temperament, it is not difficult to be a lifetime favorite.It's a pity that he doesn't have that kind of brain and heart.

"Ma'am?" Wen Yuan stood at the door, holding the freshly cooked soup in her hand, and called softly. Nalan beckoned casually, calling her in, took the soup and put it into her mouth spoon by spoon, such a bitter medicine, she seemed to drink soup without frowning.Wen Yuan watched from the side, and there was still a small bowl of rock sugar on the tray. She moved her lips several times, but finally said nothing. "Pass down my decree, beauty Yuan Shude is gracious, respectful and healthy, now she is dying of a serious illness, she is bestowed as a sixth-rank benefactor, buried in the Mausoleum of the Western Concubine, rewarded with a daughter from the mother's family, and conferred the title of her elder brother, at the discretion of the household department Bar."

Wen Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Nalan in confusion.Yes, the eldest princess has the right to discuss politics, and also has the right to appoint local officials below the fourth rank in the Huai Song area.But since she fell ill, power has been released for more than two years. Now, is it worth it for a little sinful concubine? However, Nalan did not explain to her, but continued: "The emperor has been busy with the government recently, and it is better not to tell him the news of Yuan Meiren's death, and order the palaces to keep their mouths in check." Wen Yuan nodded quickly.

The hall became quiet again. What he said just now seemed to make Nalan quite hard.She lay down, rubbed her temples with her fingers, and frowned slightly. Even if it is extremely angry and derogatory, there is still affection.Such a pet, such a doting, will always be without a little heart, and as long as there is a little heart, once you know the news of her hanging herself, you will inevitably feel a little bit sad.Now that the northwestern border is restless, and there are constant party disputes between the government and the opposition, there are already enough mundane things around him to worry him.

After drinking the medicine, she was extremely drowsy, and she thought in a daze that the disused concubine of Xileng Palace would never see her beauty for the rest of her life.In three or two years, maybe he will forget it. Even if he thinks about it in the future, he will not feel too bad for a woman who "died due to illness". The candles were crackling, and it was another cold night.The imperial decree of the southeast palace spread to all the palaces, and the masters of the palaces quickly understood the queen's thoughts. Even if some people were angry at the queen's kind treatment of Yuan Shilan's relatives, no one dared to say anything.A few days ago, Concubine Cheng personally came to the door to apologize and then plunged headlong into the Buddhist hall, which subtly let them understand: the queen's family is still there, and the power is still in hand, so they should not be underestimated.

The harem was still as calm as ever, like a secluded lake, the wind and waves were calm, and there was not a single wave to be seen.The singing and dancing are melodious and melodious every night, and the wind music hangs around the ears every day. Under the cloak of joy, all the planning and massage are quietly covered by a winter snow.The palace is so big, and there are so many mundane things, that woman whose heart is like ice and snow and eyes are like a cold front, after all, is still like a withered flower, falling so lightly without making a sound. "To live always needs more courage than to die."

Nalan's smile is always very light. Looking at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, she seemed to vaguely see the dark blue shadow again. He stood in the shadow and looked at herself silently. The long sword on his waist was simple and elegant. The dignified, bloodthirsty edge converged in the small iron sheath on that side. He just stood there, with a pitch-black curtain above his head, like a butterfly of death, fluttering so ferociously. On that day, the day when the father was buried, he stood behind the sad and weeping princess and said such a sentence. "But……"

There was a sudden wind blowing outside the window. A layer of clear snow fell last night, and it has not stopped until now. With the wind, the snowflakes in the sky and the ground dance together, lingering and cruising, like white fish in the deep sea. "Why did you lose your courage all of a sudden?" Yushu remembered that it was raining heavily on the day Xuanmo passed away, the rain was so urgent, like a torrent of torrents, all the doctors who came from the Imperial Hospital were soaked in clothes, their foreheads and cheeks were covered with rain, like a bird just Ducks coming out of the river. It was clear that the morning was still sunny and cloudless, and she led the servants to move out his books to dry in the yard. The sun shone warmly on her body, like a lake in June. But in the evening, the soldiers of the Southeast Navy Yamen suddenly escorted a carriage into the capital, and rushed all the way into the gate of King Xuan's Mansion. With a pale face, he was helped down from the car, and then went into the study room. After a while, he changed into court clothes and was about to enter the palace by force.However, before he could walk out of the gate, he collapsed down. Blood gushed out from his body everywhere, like winding streams.She stood beside him helplessly, weeping in fear, the servants on the side rushed up, carried him into the house, and then rushed out to find the doctor. It rained from then on. For seven consecutive days, there was no rest. The common people all said that God was shedding tears for Prince Xuan, sending off a generation of Zhongliang. The imperial physicians went in one after another, and came out one after another in disgrace, they kept talking in her ears.What is too serious injury, too much blood loss, what is fighting for days, the body is weak, what is serious injury, forced to work, what is too deep wound, heart and lung damage.But she couldn't hear everything. She watched those old men with white beard and white hair pass by like a lantern in front of her eyes. Everyone's face was heavy, and their mouths opened and closed, like fish silently spitting out air bubbles in the deep sea. She was thinking, what are they talking about?Why not go in and treat him?His body is so good, he can wield a big knife weighing 80 jin, and he can wield a fine iron spear weighing 100 jin, but he suffered a little injury and bleed a little, so what's the big deal?Why are you still lying there and not getting up?The appointment of the eldest princess has passed, and the Emperor Yan will leave tomorrow. He is an important minister of Huai Song Dynasty, how can he not go to see him off? She automatically ignored all the voices outside, but stubbornly ran to his side, gently pushed his arm, just like many years before, whispered in his ear very seriously: "My lord, get up!" , my lord, get up... But he still didn't move, just closed his eyes tightly and furrowed his brows tightly, as if he had something to worry about in his sleep. His arms were cold, like ice cubes used to cool off in midsummer.She finally became more and more afraid, but she still didn't dare to use force, she just pushed his arm lightly, shouting over and over again: "My lord, get up, my lord, get up..." Gradually there were cries around, and some servant girls took out their handkerchiefs and secretly wiped away their tears.But she suddenly got angry, she turned around and drove them all away. It was raining heavily outside, and when the door was opened, the wind blew in cold raindrops and hit her thin clothes, blowing them through immediately. An imperial physician came forward and said softly, "Princess, my lord is no longer a prince, you have to express your condolences." All her life, she has always been a virtuous and respectful woman, filial to her parents at home, obedient to her elder brothers and sisters.But at that moment, she was suddenly so angry, she slapped the third-rank imperial physician on the face, and said angrily: "You are talking nonsense!" However, the old imperial doctor didn't say anything, just looked at her silently, his eyes were so calm, but full of sympathy and pity. But she completely collapsed under such gazes, her feet softened, and she fell into a deep darkness. When he woke up, Xuan Mo had already woken up, and all his disciples were standing in the yard, one by one entering the room to listen to him.Seeing her coming with the baby in her arms, those people automatically made way for her.She was standing under the peach tree in front of the house, quietly looking at the window flickering with candlelight, just like the first time they met many years ago. At that time, she was still young, obediently following behind her father, beside her were a group of older brothers and sisters, as well as a group of noble children from rich and powerful families, Miss Qianjin, she was wearing an inconspicuous white satin skirt, in a brocade brocade. , like a hairless goose.And he was standing on the corridor, with straight eyebrows, handsome and uncommon, but his smile was so gentle, like the south wind in early spring. The servants followed behind her, holding an umbrella for her. Yong'er was still young, chubby, curled up in her arms, yawning from time to time, looking very sleepy. Those people seem to have talked about it for a long time, because she is Xuan Mo's wife, and no one shunned her.She heard people whispering around, most of the topics they talked about were about how the old ministers of Huai Song would maintain the Huai Song Dynasty, how to adjust their position in the new dynasty, and how not to get along with the officials of Yan State after the eldest princess got married. Conflict, how to integrate into the court of Yan Kingdom little by little, become the princess's arm, and Xuan Mo's cronies, said that they took Xuan Mo's letter and handed it to His Majesty the Emperor Yan. Finally, the crowd dispersed little by little, and the yard became quiet again, except for the sound of rain, there was no other sound. The butler walked up to her, held an umbrella for her, and sent her into the room. He just sat on the bed like that, wearing a clean and refreshing gown. When he saw her, he was still the same as before, smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, pointed to the chair beside him, and said, "Sit." She sat down in a daze, looking at him with her eyes, tears rolling in her eyes, but she didn't dare to cry, she just bit her lips blindly, controlling herself, not letting herself cry out. "Yushu, I will work hard for you in the future." He looked at her, and said this sentence very calmly, speaking very slowly, but clearly, on the tray of the little table, there were two old ginseng, most of which were gone.He took a breath, looked at Yong'er lovingly, and said softly: "I am not a qualified father." Yushu was too scared. She had never been so scared in her life.She suddenly grabbed his husband's arm boldly, and said foolishly: "My lord, you can't do this, you can't do this." Xuan Mo smiled, his face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and he was already so thin that he lost his appearance. "My lord, it can't be like this." This simple woman, she didn't know what else to say, she just shook her head vigorously, grabbed her husband's wrist tightly, and said over and over again: "No, it can't be like this." The night wind opened the window bit by bit, and the cold candlelight was almost blown out by the wind several times. The air outside was so cold, blowing from the north, faintly carrying the fragrance of autumn chrysanthemums. She vaguely remembered that when she was young, she played and played with her sisters. Together, the sisters fantasized about their future husband-in-law. Born into a noble family.Only she, after thinking for a long time, was finally forced to be helpless by her sisters, and said hesitantly: "As long as, as long as you are nice to me, that's fine." Just be nice to me. She has always been such a humble person, even her own sister disliked her for having no ambition, but so what, at least, she will not be greedy, she will not be unhappy, and she will not complain about others.Her wish is simple, but it is also easy to realize. Her life is monotonous, but she is more peaceful and happy. But at this moment, she suddenly didn't even want the last bit. She grabbed Xuan Mo's hand and said tremblingly: "My lord, the old lord is gone, you should divorce me. I know that the lord doesn't like me, and the lord has someone else in his heart. I don't want anything now, as long as the lord lives, as long as the lord lives You're alive, and it doesn't matter to me if you sleep." At that moment, all the wind and rain seemed to stop suddenly, and the general who had returned from all battles was stunned by the persistent eyes of this simple woman.A trace of sadness rose from the bottom of his heart, and years of stubbornness and persistence turned into ashes at this moment. The years were like a turbulent river, drowning all his obsessions for so many years, and the ocean of guilt covered him. At the last moment of his life, Condensed into a sigh. After many years of marriage, he finally stretched out his arms to embrace his wife for the first time, and sighed apologetically: "Yushu, I failed you." Yushu leaned against this strange embrace, and was stunned for a moment. With so much forbearance, so much self-control, so much self-consolation, so much self-deception, she always thought that she was virtuous enough, always thought that she was extremely virtuous, and always thought that she was not sad or sad. However, in such a simple sentence, in such a simple hug, everything completely collapsed. It turns out that there is no grievance, it turns out that there is no disappointment, it turns out that there is no extravagance and fantasy. It's just that she has been suppressing all this so deeply. She suddenly burst into tears, heart-piercing, sobbing choked up. This was the first and last time in her life that Yushu cried bitterly in her husband's arms. After saying that sentence, Xuan Mo passed away, walking peacefully, like a painting of ink. On the second day, after learning the news of Prince Xuan's death, Emperor Yan, who was about to leave the city, temporarily changed his course and went straight to Prince Xuan's mansion.The young and stern emperor was dressed in a black robe and stood in front of Xuanmo's spirit for a long time. All the people around who came to pay homage were too scared to make a sound. Only he, like a stone statue, did not leave for a long time. After that, there were a series of canonizations, a series of honors, but in the end, it had nothing to do with her. This heart was dead, and the world was full of purples and reds, but in her eyes, it was a blank land after all.