The days are still passing slowly, winter goes and spring comes again, and the cycle of time goes back and forth, silent. Inadvertently, the crabapple is a deep red color, which is the early spring when the wind does not sing on the branches and the clouds are light and moist. Haha, another year of good times. This time the coldness is different from the past. Ruyi gradually realized that Yongqi stayed in Yikun Palace and was getting shorter and shorter. Apart from going to the study room and learning riding and shooting, he mostly stayed in the Palace of Yangxin for the rest of the time, stayed by the Emperor, and practiced literature and martial arts.

This was a good thing, but now it makes her feel frightened.

Yongqi's silent distance seemed to be unintentional, but he followed the steps.

Occasionally, when Yongqi comes back, he sees the withered forsythia branches in the jade bottle, and burst into laughter: "My grandmother, the peonies, lilacs and magnolias in the imperial garden have been bloomed, and my son has broken new ones. Don't keep these withered branches."

Ruyi pinched his round little face and smiled and said, "Although Yingchun has withered, the emperor's mother wants to keep your heart. By the way, what did you do in the Palace of Peaceful Hearts recently?"

Yongqi yawned and hurriedly held back, "The Emperor Ama invited a new master and Anda to teach his son riding and archery and Manchu Chinese characters. But I am so tired. I can't sleep enough every day."

Ruyi felt distressed, but couldn't persuade him, so she had to say, "Good boy, do your best. If you really can't, I'll tell the emperor."

Yongqi shook his head timidly, "My mom, my son dare not. My son is afraid that Emperor Ama will be disappointed." He clenched his fists, "My son will work hard to learn well."

Ruyi hugged him and was speechless.

Soon, Ling Yunche and the eunuchs came over again and led Yongqi back to Yangxin Palace. Ruyi had no choice but to lean on the door and watched Yongqi walk away.

Rong Pei came in and said, "Empress, it will be Empress Xiaoxian's death taboo in ten days. The palace presides over the sacrifices. Can you go?"

Ruyi said slowly: "Go naturally. If you don't go, it will be another crime of jealousy."

Rong Pei nodded: "Okay. I just went to the Interior Office to get the curtains that I wanted to change in Chunri. It was rare to see Concubine Wan and Concubine Ling entering and leaving the Changchun Palace."

Ruyi frowned slightly, "Pin Wan is a good old man, but she doesn't have much contact with Concubine Ling, why did she go to Changchun Palace together?"

Rong Pei said: "Maybe the imperial concubine will be ordered to assist in the six palaces. This year, the sacrifice to Queen Xiaoxian will be particularly beautiful."

This doubt was solved when Hailan came to visit her a few days later. Hailan was also quite surprised and said, "Does sister know? She has served in bed these days, but not Concubine Ling or Concubine Rong, but Concubine Wan. She has never been so favored for decades after entering the palace. Everyone said that she had contacted Concubine Ling several times and got the emperor's will. It must be that Concubine Ling mentioned Concubine Wan more in front of the emperor."

Seeing that she was smiling clearly and was joking, Ruyi said, "You don't believe it, right?"

Hailan covered her sleeves and said, "It was Yongqi who was careful to notice in Yangxin Palace that the day of Empress Xiaoxian's death is approaching. Wanpin compiled and copied the emperor's poems mourning Empress Xiaoxian for many years, and collected them into a book. She presented a book in Yangxin Palace and Changchun Palace."

"So now, it's time for the palace to pursue Empress Xiaoxian in order to get the attention of Concubine Wan. But Concubine Wan doesn't seem to be someone who is so stubborn?"

Hailan sighed, "Why did Empress be so smart? It was indeed the guidance of Concubine Ling. But do you think Concubine Ling is so hardworking and solemn, just to support Concubine Wan for a few nights?"

"Pin Wan is gentle and weak, and she is determined to be loved by the emperor. Her life is also lonely. The imperial concubine naturally understands what she wants. In the palace, she is concerned about the kindness of Empress Xiaoxian, so she naturally compares me with Empress Xiaoxian in everything. The empress of this palace has fallen out of favor and has no place to stand." She paused, "It seems that experiencing the upset of the world has made the imperial concubine much more experienced."

Hailan snorted lightly, disagreed, "The queen is the queen after all. Even if there are many people in front of you, people cannot be resurrected. As long as my sister is alive, no one can take away your position."

Ruyi felt a little sad, "Is it true? Death can certainly take away the throne, but the Emperor Qingqi will do it. Have you forgotten that the Empress Borjijit of Shunzhi was demoted to Concubine Jing?"

A deep sense of shock and pain flashed in Hailan's eyes, and she hurriedly covered her mouth, "Sister, don't talk nonsense."

So what if you don’t say it, the facts are right in front of you. You can’t pretend to be blind and deaf and live a confused life.

The poem copied by Wanpin promptly aroused the emperor's longing for Empress Xiaoxian, and the concubines in the palace praised Lang Ya, who was old. Because of Ruyi's shortcomings, her frailty, her unfaithfulness, her jealousy, and her jealousy and jealousy, and the gentleness of Empress Xiaoxian's failure to speak out became the emperor's great memorial and remembrance. In addition to his usual kindness to the Fucha family, Fuheng's green sky was up, and Empress Xiaoxian's nephew's eyes were high, and the nobles of Jin, who were also Fucha's family, were also promoted to Jin Concubine. When he was idle, the emperor often went to Changchun Palace to see things and miss others.

This seemed to be a habit. Even Princess Hejing sighed, "If you enjoy such a deep affection when you are alive, you can say that you have no regrets in this life."

Having said that, Ruyi is still the queen. She has lost her authority and favor and is still famous.

The day before the day of Silkworms, according to previous examples, Ruyi naturally led the concubines of the six palaces to see the world's emphasis on agriculture and sericulture. Therefore, she must come to the emperor's palace to tell him what to do at the silkworm ceremony tomorrow. This is a convention, and she just followed the example and did not need to be compared with him for a long time.

But when I stepped up the steps of the Yangxin Palace, I realized that the emperor was not there. The little eunuch who was waiting was very respectful and told her that the emperor would return soon and asked the queen to wait patiently.

There seemed to be no reason to leave, and she did not intend to give the emperor too much, so she pushed open the hall door and sat quietly in the warm pavilion waiting.

The warm spring sun is a thin color of melting honey. After looking at it for a long time, she will feel intoxicated. She sat in the warm pavilion, looking at everything she once knew every day, and felt like she was a different life. The boxwood flower shelf moved an inch south, and the books on the red sandalwood bookshelf were changed a little better, and the white jade and the flower tank was replaced with a purple jade double moon bead vase.

There is also a stack of newly copied paper manuscripts.

Ruyi rolled her eyes and her eyes were fixed on her head, unable to move them apart. She recognized that it was written by Wanpin, and the emperor's poem was copied. But every poem, every line, and every word on it was about another woman's affection.

The sunlight slanted inch by inch. Ruyi sat in the warm pavilion, quietly reading it page by page, and the coldness on her body was so cold. What flowed through her fingertips was the emperor's love.

She always knew his guilt, his longing, and his love. But she didn't expect that the person's thin love, gently fermented through time, became a strong memory that could no longer be dissolved.

"If you visit the tomb, you will come to the turret. If it doesn't come, it's too pretentious. I'm over fifty years old, and you know that there is no birth in the realm of life."

She laughed softly, remembering the poem about the new piano and old swords that used to be.

"Why don't the new piano be too late? I will lose the old sword for a long time."

Even she herself could not have imagined that when she saw these deep affection and friendship for a moment, the sadness in her heart was as strong as a hundred feet of ice. She could only let herself fall, fall, and fall to the bottomless abyss. But she could even laugh.

It turned out that the saddest moment was no longer this moment. It was his coldness and distantness after Yongjing's death, and his disgust and resistance after Xiangjian could no longer have children, which made her get used to this kind of sorrow and sorrow. She could rub it like a minced meat in her heart, and she could breathe slowly and read it word by word.

I can't bear to watch it, I can't help but not watch it.

Every word is clear, even though I heard of it in the past, I have never been willing to listen or see it. Now it has become ash that falls in my eyes, which hurts so much. In fact, it was not until Jin Yuyan's death that Ruyi felt guilty and ridiculous. It turned out that she had fought with Fu Cha Langya for half a lifetime, but later she didn't even know who she was falling into.

When I understand, half of my life has passed.

So, Langya became a wounded flower in the emperor's heart, blooming with blood. Her life, when she was alive, was not so deeply engraved in her heart.

Langya, she got what she wanted after all.

The person she wanted to see these must be disappointed. That person wanted to see his anger and tears.

But she could actually laugh, and she was so sad that she wanted to cry, but she didn't have a tear.

It turns out that a person is extremely sad, and he can be without tears. And such sadness is repeated, and again. If the true tears of Si are surrounded by the Tuotuo and the sky and the earth are snatching the earth, I am afraid that even a pair of eyes will turn into a spring of tears will not be enough.

Ruyi finally finished reading the last word, from the well-known "Saying the Sorrows" to many words that she never knew, and mourned her death in green clothes. She could hear her breathing, thin, long, soft, and continuous.

She raised her head and was shocked to see the sky-blue black line bat pattern robe, which hurt her eyes.

She didn't even notice when he came in. She didn't dare to think about what kind of expression he looked at her and looked at her husband's deep affection for another woman.

Years of etiquette education were more smooth and natural than her thoughts. Ruyi stood up and performed etiquette like etiquette.

The emperor's tone could not hear any clues, and his expression was as cold as ice. However, when he happened to see her by chance, he would have such a face.

Li Yu's face had already been scared. After about the moment he came in, the emperor refused to let him speak. The emperor sat down, turned the tea served by Li Yu, and frowned and said, "Why do you think of using maple dew tea today? The golden thread spring buds that the imperial concubine picked for me are very good, change to that one."

She could understand the emperor's meaning. She picked the Fenglu tea that she had placed in the Yangxin Hall before. Li Yu poured this tea so that the emperor could remember her former wishes.

This is so clear. Li Yu was embarrassed and hurriedly retreated. But she was not embarrassed and was blessed with another blessing, "I'm going to leave."

The emperor looked at her, "Your rules were trained by Empress Xiaoxian when she was alive. Now that Empress Xiaoxian has gone, are you so ignorant of advancing and retreating?"

Ruyi bowed, her face was impeccable. "I know that the emperor went to Changchun Palace to pay tribute to Empress Xiaoxian and saw things and missed others. I happened to see a newly copied emperor's imperial poem in the warm pavilion. Every piece of love is deep, every word is blood and tears. I look carefully and think about why Empress Xiaoxian was so loving and respected by the emperor in the past, so I can also encourage me."

The emperor looked at her, his eyes were the lightning in a cold rainy night, and the bright sharp blade. "When Empress Xiaoxian was there, she was gentle and obedient, never dared to turn against the opposite couplet, nor would she be jealous, nor would she make such sarcastic words. After all, it was because of your background, and there were not as many families as Fucha.”

She raised her eyebrows, and the carefully scribbled green color was a crescent moon hanging coldly in the deep blue sky. "I am not as good as the emperor, and I love you, and I am the one who wants me to be the queen. I am really in love with you."

The emperor didn't say anything, looked at her coldly, and read the poems casually, slowly said: "Pin Wan has never been silent. It is rare to have such a thought to gather all the words I have remembrance of Empress Xiaoxian. I was also ashamed and moved when I saw it myself."

Ruyi stared at her and covered the pain of shattering like fine lines under her plain tone. "Yes. Not only the emperor, but I am also very moved when I saw it. Over the years, whenever the emperor passed by Jinan, he would have passed by the city and refused to enter the city, just for Empress Xiaoxian to die in Jinan. Empress Xiaoxian's relics were left in Changchun Palace, and no table or chair had ever been moved for so many years. It was the old face. Isn't it sad to see people when I see things? Even the sacs made by Empress Xiaoxian were also offered in the palace. She loved Princess Hejing so much that she could benefit her. If it weren't for Concubine Wan's intention, I knew that the emperor often had mourning works, but I didn't expect that there were so many."

When the emperor heard her telling her, there was no ripples in his eyes. Unconsciously, the corners of his eyes flew up and said jokingly: "The Queen is so virtuous, and she has no jealousy."

Ruyi's lips were the slump of red in late spring, with a light scarlet color, and was quiet. "The emperor once accused me of being jealous of Rong Bin and being taught. As for Empress Xiaoxian, she was the first wife of the emperor. How deep is the emperor's love? It is human nature. Will I fight for the deceased people?"

The emperor's tone was a little gentler, "Ruyi, I don't mean that you are bad at these poems."

"I know what I am not worth." She smiled quite darkly, "Your Majesty, I am really relieved to see your deep affection for Empress Xiaoxian. On one day, I left the world, and yesterday, the emperor may not have been bothered by me."

The emperor's face looked a little ugly, it was a chaotic chaos, "What do you mean is that I have never cared about Empress Xiaoxian, and only after she died, did she remember everything. Is it a mistake to pay for it?"

Her smile was a faint and thin cloud shadow, "The emperor misunderstood. I have said that it is just a relief to myself. Everything is empty when one dies. It's so good that all worries will disappear."

The clear sun is free of dust, the sun is beautiful and the wind is soft. The sun is as beautiful as gold, and the willow shade is shallow green. The early cherry blossoms in the garden are blooming just in the right place. Three or two branches are folded with clear water to raise them in the ancient lotus-patterned green glaze bottle. Each bunch of delicate light pink is like fluffy clouds, which touches people's hearts. The cherry blossoms are just broken, stained with thin dew between grass, and in Jingfeng Hall, I feel that the pink clouds are rubbed into my eyes. When the muscles and bones are facing each other, only he and her are cold. Smiling is cold, quiet is cold; words are cold, speech is cold, and speech is cold. I can't find a trace of warm warmth.

What about those love, dependence, expectation and desire that have penetrated into the bone marrow in her memory? Everything in her life was closely related to the man in front of her, but she didn't expect that at this moment, she suddenly felt chill when she looked at him.

The emperor listened to her indifference and her indifference, shook his head slightly, "Ruyi, you have become much more transparent in the days when I neglect you. But have you lost the emotions that a woman should have towards me? I remember how fiercely you spoke at Baoyue Tower that day towards me and Rongpin."

Ruyi simply couldn't believe her ears and laughed in shock. Her eyes stared at him deeply, "So what should I do? Being spoiled, being jealous, jealous, or making noise? I don't know what kind of actions are right and what kind of actions are wrong. If the emperor hopes that I will be sad, then why did he scold me for being jealous and jealous of Rong that day? If the emperor hopes that I will maintain the queen's demeanor and tolerance, then what kind of emotions do you want to see on my face? No matter what I do, it will not fulfill your wishes. Since it is all wrong, I will just bear it."

The emperor said slowly, word by word: "Ruyi, I am old. The older I am, the more I miss the gentleness and tolerance of Empress Xiaoxian back then. Ruyi, your sharpness is too sharp. Why can't you be like Empress Xiaoxian? When I get angry when I am unhappy, Empress Xiaoxian is particularly gentle and peaceful, but do you have to say what hurt me?"

"If there is, many people cannot say it, and dare not say it. I also want to hold back and say it, but I have never learned it in my life. I heard that the emperor often goes to Changchun Palace to see things and miss people, mourn Empress Xiaoxian. I just feel that I have not been able to treat her well before my lifetime, trust her, and miss her in all kinds of regrets behind her. What's the point?" She leaned over and bowed three times and said solemnly, "Your Majesty, I know your dissatisfaction. I also know that I am incompetent and have been betrayed the emperor, and I don't know how to adapt."

She was wearing a thin light blue silk cotton flag dress, with a jade-colored edge, and wrapped her body narrowly. Because she came to see the emperor, the embroidery patterns were particularly serious, embroidered with thousands of leaves, rows of purple-flat golden begonia, and every flower and every petal were wrapped around gold. She fell on the Ruyi Double Flower Twin Box on her chest, which was heavy, with a pendant of white jade butterflies. Every time she lays down, it hits heavily on her chest, dull and silent.

When the emperor heard her, he felt that the cold air in the early spring was slowly soaking his clothes, and his chest felt suffocating and could not vent. He endured it and said in a deep voice: "I have been in Ju Yongyi for many days, and I also felt that this child should be carefully disciplined. Your temperament has always been awkward, so it is better to move Yongyi to the place of Concubine Yu to educate him, and you can learn from Yongqi's appearance. You should calm down and keep your own thoughts."

That is the fate that will come sooner or later.

However, Ruyi was still shocked, "Your Majesty, Yongqi is my concubine's biological son!"

"So what?" The emperor's tone was as indifferent as smoke. "The imperial concubine still had a princess to keep under Concubine Ying's knees. Since you have to calm down, it is not convenient to take care of the children." His eyes rippled, as if he was a bit condescending, "What? Will you ask me?"

He saw her to death, but he was just a woman. His lifelong gain was just dependent on him. Her heart was thrilling, but what would be the benefit of following such an ignorant mother? She bent her knees and was gentle and polite, "Thank you, Princess Yu and I are like sisters. Yongqi sent her to Princess Yu to educate her. In the future, she can learn from Yongqi's benefits and share the worries of the emperor."

After she finished speaking, she did not stop and retreated quickly.

She walked very fast, carrying the wind under her feet, suppressing the pain gradually coming out of her heart with a decisive attitude.

Although Yongyu cannot be around, it is a great grief, but instead of letting the child's eyes see clearly that he is neglected as the queen and see clearly the cold and grinding of the world, it is better to send it to Hailan and get a little quiet and comfortable.

What hovered in my mind was clearly the affectionate words written by the emperor over the years, so the sword was deeply in love, she was just a new piano. Oh! After so many years of accompanying each other, the emotions were gradually tormented by the years, and the dead were eroded by the wind and frost, and became a new and perfect person. But because of living and breathing, I became an unsightly butterfly butterfly but was enchanted in his eyes and heart, which was disgusting. Then, why should I be obsessed with it, fall apart, and even living is a wrong situation.

This thought was like a sharp Qingshuang sword, piercing into her heart. Because it was too sharp and too abrupt, it didn't even see any blood stains. She could only let it prick it like this, and once it was pulled out, blood would splatter. She knew that when she saw that sentence, the sword would be difficult to pull it out for the rest of her life. Rong Pei was so scared that she looked pale when she saw her stumbled out like this. She hurriedly held it, and didn't dare to ask more questions.

She was very tired and whispered: "Go back to the palace."

There is no place to find warmth, and no one can tell such pain and shame. He has to return to the cold palace. Even if he curls up and licks his wounds, it is better than staying here for a while. Why is the steps so long that he never ends? What comes to him is Wanpin, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a nice figure, and comes down from a sedan chair.
To be continued...