The night was already deep, and the sound of snowflakes knocking on the eaves was swelling, as if someone was sprinkling hard little stones, which shocked his heart. Yan Wan didn't sleep well, and hugged the brocade quilt with her eyes open, quietly listening to the wind's gloomy call like a monster, and whispered: "Chunchan."

Chunchan leaned against the bed with her knees held her back and napped. When she heard Yan Wan's call, she hurriedly opened her ignorant eyes and agreed, "Little Master?"

Yanwan's voice was floating, and she asked softly: "Has everything really gone?"

Chunchan said softly: "Jinzhong came to hand over the news personally, and Zhao Jiuxiao called it. Although he was vague, he also vaguely revealed that the queen and Ling Yunche had a private relationship. Apart from the Yangxin Palace, he asked Jinzhong to save Lan Cui, saying that he even said the most unwilling words for Lan Cui. It was really infatuated!" Although Chunchan said this, he was full of sarcasm, "How could he know that the little master just played Lan Cui with him. Jinzhong agreed perfunctorily, saying that he answered ambiguously, which was the best. The little master would definitely keep Lan Cui to death. Then Zhao Jiuxiao and Maoqian were taken out of the palace overnight. He heard that Maoqian was thrown into the river when he left Yongding Gate, and he would freeze to death if he didn't drown. Zhao Jiuxiao was the punishment of exile, and the charge was that he had a great disrespectful act in Kunning Palace."

Yanwan grabbed a handful of golden tassels on the pillow, and her eyes shone with dark light in the dark night, "The emperor will not let Maoqian go."

Chunchan said anxiously: "Don't the emperor believe Maoqian's words and do this?"

The golden thread was already stiff and it hurt his palms and made a chill. "The emperor believed it and wanted to silence him. Maoqian hated Ling Yunche, and he might be yelling one day. Of course, the emperor could not keep the troubles and regenerate the waves. As for Zhao Jiuxiao, the emperor still kept him, but he was afraid that he would want to dig out something one day."

Chunchan breathed a sigh of relief and stroked her heart and said, "The emperor is very suspicious, and I am afraid that the emperor will not believe it."

Yan Wan thought intently, "According to the emperor's nature, I don't believe it all. But people's suspicion is like a bottomless cave. With just a little bit of it, it will make people fall into a quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper. Even if you store the sea and accumulate mountains, you can't fill it up!" She calmed down and said slowly, "Chunchan, if a person wants to make a plan, he has to have more people to appear comprehensive and foolproof. The words of the people will naturally accumulate and destroy bones. Once the hole is torn open, nothing will be stopped."

Chunchan was worried, "Can you be foolproof?"

Yan Wan stretched out her fingers and slowly stroked the soft quilt one by one. The nails passed through the delicate silk, and there was a slight rustling sound. She opened her eyes in the night of Wuding Ding, emitting a terrifying light. "Things in the world may not be comprehensive and foolproof, but three words are enough. Those three words are 'false'."

"False?"

"Yes! There is no falsehood, maybe it may be. Because people's suspicion is better than all iron evidence. Because as long as he firmly believes, everything will be indestructible. But if there is suspicion, doubt will become a dark ghost, even if nothing happens, it will become a right and wrong. Over the years, are there still few people who die in the three words "No falsehood"?"

Chunchan was puzzled, "The little master said this, just by using those Ruyi cloud pattern boots, the queen and Ling Yunche couldn't explain it clearly. Why bother to tell the eighth prince's affairs!"

"The emperor hates someone who is doing something about the prince. In recent years, the emperor values ​​Yongqi the most and is sure to be named the prince. If the emperor knows that the queen has been just a false conspiracy to Yongqi for so many years, and even Yongqi doesn't let it go, then what would the emperor feel? This incident spread and asked Yongqi and the queen to have a mother-son relationship, and then the palace will make a profit!"

Chunchan understood and immediately said, "Don't worry, little master. I will find a way to pass this matter to the fifth prince's mansion, and then ask Hu Gege to blow the pillow wind hard, she will do her best."

Yan Wan leaned on the golden thread pillow and said softly with a light smile: "Although Madam Tian and Tian Jun are dead, I asked the palace to find the daughter born by Madam Tian and her ex-husband. They trained them carefully according to Yongqi's preferences, so she won so much favor from Yongqi." She was proud, and suddenly thought of something, and she looked sorry, "By the way, how can the emperor deal with Ling Yunche?"

Chunchan was stunned and didn't know how to react, so she had to report truthfully, "The emperor only handed this matter over to Jinzhong. I think it's a great deal, so Jinzhong didn't dare to vomit a word. I also told me not to ask, for fear that it would be a good end!"

Yan Wan was stunned and opened her mouth to speak. For a moment, there was only a kind of heartache that wanted to cry, which made her sad, "I Miyahara didn't want to make this happen so soon, or change it to another way. Who knew that Concubine Yu deeply hated the queen for causing her to fall out of favor, and endured it for so many years, just waiting for this incident to happen! Once Ling Yunche had something to do, she found Maoqian, which showed that the two had already met in private!"

Chunchan advised politely: "The little master is soft-hearted, and Gu Xi and Lord Ling have met since childhood. But Lord Ling was confused and ignored the little master and only wanted to be the queen. This is just a matter of self-bearing! Now that Concubine Yu has made a fuss, it is hard to get a chance. The little master must go with the flow!"

Yan Wan turned her head and felt sad, "For many years, in order to win the emperor's heart to eliminate dissidents, I have used Ling Yunche a lot. But in the final analysis, it is really true to lose his life to defeat the queen..."

Seeing her sad, Chunchan said cleverly: "It's a God-given opportunity, once in a lifetime! The little master is not for anything else. Have you forgotten the wife's instructions before her death? The little master has no mother and brother, and is lonely. Who is the one who hurts me? Not to mention that I am cruel, for the glory of the future of the little master and the prince, it's nothing to destroy Lan Cui's stability in the palace!"

Yan Wan heard her tone and decided, so she had to cheer up and said, "Well! It's hard for you to see Zhao Jiuxiao's affection for Lan Cui, and force him to confess Ling Yunche, otherwise we will be unable to overwhelm the queen. Zhao Jiuxiao's death penalty is avoided, and she will never escape the crime of living. It would be bad if she keeps this living mouth and wants to turn the confession and call the queen to make a comeback!"

"I will save you the money. I will definitely ask someone to cook clean during Zhao Jiuxiao's exile! No trouble left behind." Chunchan thought for a moment and quickly pleaded with mercy, "Lan Cui is old, and the little master has agreed. Once this matter is over, he will give her an excuse to send her out of the palace. I will send her back to her hometown."

Yan Wan was hesitating and suddenly bit her lip and said coldly, "Since you don't want to keep future troubles, then Lan Cui should not be kept, and clean together. This palace has asked Wang Chan to do it."

Chunchan and Lan Cui served Yan Wan for many years. She knew that although Lan Cui was not as close to Yan Wan as herself, she was always capable. She was not afraid of Yan Wan saying this, which was really thrilling. She knew that Yan Wan was firm in her heart and had no choice but to persuade her, and she could not help but agree to tears.

It was not until she left the palace that Chunchan felt scared. The cold weather was unbearable, so how could she feel cold? She was calming down. Seeing Wang Chan come in, she hurriedly pulled him into the corner, and then she dared to ask: "What's wrong with Lan Cui?"

Wang Chan held his hand with a look of fear: "After the order of the little master, I sent Lan Cui to the road."

Chunchan said anxiously: "How did you get there?"

Wang Chan shook his head repeatedly, very sad, "A meal is poisonous, and it can be considered as leaving the whole body. Alas, I reported to the Ministry of Internal Affairs that Lan Cui had a cuckled sha and sent it to the fire."

Chunchan couldn't help but feel sad: "I served the little master together with Lan Cui for many years, and Lan Cui has always been effective. Why is the little master so cruel? He doesn't even let go of his own people. Lan Cui has always been loyal."

Wang Chan nervously grabbed Chunchan's sleeve, looked around and no one was around, and then he felt relieved: "My good sister, don't worry about others. One day, if you are not careful, you and I will step on the old path of Lancui. Let's ask for blessings."

Chunchan thought of Yan Wan's expression just now, and she was scared, so she had to cover her mouth and swallow the crying.

When people are in high spirits, life is a smooth and beautiful silk, wandering along it, swaying endlessly, as if it is above the clouds. But when it is not satisfactory, life becomes moldy garlic cloves, and one clove in the day is like being stuffed into the throat. It is spicy, astringent, sluggish, moldy, and can't swallow it or vomit it out. It is endless sour, bitter and bitter.

Thirty-six days passed like this.

Ruyi remembers it clearly, for thirty-six days. During these thirty-six days, the emperor never saw her again, and life seemed to have returned to the usual almost decisive isolation. Between the two ends of a long street, she and the emperor lived their own splendor or lonely years.

No one knew about Ling Yunche. He seemed to have completely evaporated in the world, silently. Some people said that he and Maoqian had divorced each other, angered Tianwei and were driven out of the palace. Some people said that he stole treasures from the palace and was exiled to the frontier with his brother Zhao Jiuxiao. Some people said that he was so angry that Maoqian was rude and virtuous that he became a monk in anger.

But no matter how many rumors are, it is just a story of a little guard. A few gossips are like a small stone thrown into the middle of the lake, dizzying out two circles of ripples and then silently. Just by letting Li Yu and Ruyi use all the methods, they will not get any news from Ling Yunche.

Sometimes, without news, it feels more terrifying than the worst news.

Until that day, the snow had just stopped, and the ice and snow in the courtyard reflected the dark red shiny of the palace walls, breaking out a tragic silvery white. Although several charcoal basins were burning inside, the hall was not warm enough to be warm and cold. Outside the window was a huge wind, hitting the window frame, like wild horses galloping and neighing, galloping in the vast field. Ruyi was lying beside the desk, drawing a petal of plum blossoms with light red ink to form the "Nine-Nine Cold Relief Picture", and then survived another day. Since Ling Yunche disappeared, her heart has not yet been at peace. The silent Yikun Palace is like the Forbidden City after heavy snow, crystal clear and brilliant, but it is a gorgeous and lifeless death land.

Therefore, when the eunuchs' boots tread the hardness of the snow, the crows that were perched under the eaves were also frightened. The weather reflected the bleak and wailing layer by layer scattered.

Jinzhong entered the warm pavilion, saluted Ruyi respectfully and greeted him, and said with a smile: "The emperor said that there is a gift to the queen, please accept it happily."

Ruyi didn't even raise her eyelids and said lightly: "Is that right?"

Jin Zhong smiled and said without a smile: "The emperor ordered Ling Yunche to be the eunuch of Yikun Palace. He will serve as the queen today."

No one responded, only long and chaotic breathing sounded muffled in the dead hall. Jin Zhong calmed down slightly and saw Ruyi's calm face, like the wilderness after heavy snow, revealing death-like shock and regret.

She could clearly hear her heartbeat, and she missed a beat hard. She could hardly breathe. She really forgot what breathing was.

Until, until Jinzhong called Ling Yunche in.

Perhaps because of his first recovery from his serious injury, his whole face was pale and almost transparent, and he became a dead bamboo, and was half-held by two little eunuchs. Jin Zhong smiled with a humble smile, "Ling Yunche, don't you pay me a favor to your master."

Ling Yunche looked at her and bent down with difficulty, "Ling Yunche, a sixth-rank eunuch, pay tribute to the Empress."

Jin Zhong was in a tone of teaching, but he looked like a smile on his face, "In the past, you served the emperor, but now you serve the queen. The emperor and the queen are the same. Don't be disrespectful. You must serve well and be a good servant."

This is correct, but Ruyi's ears felt like she was stabbed by a needle, and her stomach was disgusting.

Never been so disgusting.

Jin Zhong also said, "In addition to Eunuch Ling, the emperor also gave the Empress the twelve dragon flowers, two pairs of sweet white porcelain gourd bottles, a pair of agate and ganoderma lucidum, and a pair of same heart knots, all of which are good things in pairs." He laughed again, "The Emperor also said that he hadn't seen the Empress some days, and he would come to dinner with the Empress tonight, so please prepare." After that, he took the people to put the things down and went out.

Rong Pei took the things and took them off in a familiar way, so she took the palace servants out of the warehouse and closed them to the palace door, leaving only Ling Yunche and Ruyi.

In the opposite direction, there is only sadness.

It seemed like she swallowed a coptis chinensis in her throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it. Only she herself understood how the bitter juice could uncontrollably penetrate into her heart and overflow.

Her tongue was trembling, and the words were not idioms, "I didn't expect it to be so." She was in a daze, "Ling Yunche, how could we get to this point?"

Ruyi squatted down and stared at his eyes in the same posture. She clearly saw her sorrow and apology, as well as the indescribable humiliation and pain from his dark eyes.

"The emperor's suspicion has ruined the empress..." He quickly realized the inappropriateness of his claim, and clumsyly changed his words, enduring the huge humiliation, "If you destroy the slave, you can't destroy the empress anymore." He wanted to laugh, but the smile was tragic. "In fact, the emperor is not a mistake in suspicion. The slave is self-bearing. If you implicate the empress again, it is a sin that the slave will never forgive for ever."

She was wearing a high flower pot bottom and squatting on the ground was already a bit difficult. She supported her hands on the stone green and golden brocade blanket. Because of excessive force, her nails were dark vermilion. It was clearly a color of blood, but she felt cold, and for no reason. The ground dragon burned in the hall and the brazier was burning, but she couldn't feel a trace of warmth. It seemed that the wind blew the ripples at the corner of her skirt. However, the window and door were closed, and there was no possibility of a slight wind leaking into it.

Ling Yunche's fingertips against her fingertips were the contact between Han Bing and Han Bing. He whispered: "Empress, you are shaking."

Haha, she couldn't feel that she was trembling, just like the pain in her heart, but the under her eyes were dry and astringent without a single tear.

Even tears come from where they come from.

She could hear her business, dull and hard, like rusty iron sheet, "I'm sorry. Ling Yunche, I'm sorry."

His voice was extremely light, and only when she was so close could she hear a trace of trembling in the voice, "Empress do not let me down. It's better that I can finally be with you rightfully and end a painful marriage. For me and Yu Maoqian, it's a good thing." He suddenly raised his head and bowed, "Thank you, the Empress, for fulfilling the slave."

Ruyi put her head heavily, "No, you are not a slave. You can clearly have a better future, but you become a lowly slave because of me."

Yun Che smiled bitterly, and there was a faint sense of calm pain under the smile, "Whether the first-class guards or eunuchs are actually just slaves in the palace, and there is no difference. If the emperor's actions can calm his anger and protect the queen, that slave will be willing to accept it."

There was a thunder trembling between the heaven and earth, and the wind swept away the broken clouds and dispersed. Compassion and sorrow surged upwards, unstoppable, and tears came down. She carried him on her back, unwilling to let him see her tears, and even the choking sobs sank into the bottom of her throat.

But she couldn't help but trembled her shoulders.

Ling Yunche stood up and stared at Ruyi's figure quietly. There was no sound in the hall, the pearl curtain was hidden heavily, and the remaining snow was still illuminated. Her silhouette was similar to a thin plum blossom, and she was invincible. He was sad, "Is the Empress sad for the slave? The slave is low and not worth the queen's sadness."

"No, no." Her sorrow was even more fragile because of her understanding. "Ling Yunche, I am in this place, I stand in the middle of thousands of people. Even if I smile, only you can see a little tears in my eyes. In this half of my life, my glory may not be shared with you, but every time I fall out, you will silently support you."

He chuckled softly, as if the moonlight flowing in the fifteenth moon night, clear and warm, "It is a blessing for the servant to do this. Thank you for finally telling the Queen that you are just pretending to be unaware."

Ruyi's gaze was avoiding, staring at an unknown place, and said sadly: "But Ling Yunche, now you are close to me, but I don't know how to get along with you."

"The Empress Do not need to care. You only think that a slave is a pillar and a decoration in your palace. It is irrelevant and ignore it. This is the best way to get along with each other. Only in this way will the emperor be satisfied." He paused, and his meaning was deep, "Isn't it just for the sake of this? The emperor comes to dinner at night, and the empress must remember this."

The emperor came very quickly. The sun was about to twilight, and the mist was heavy. The flying eaves gradually turned into dark silhouettes on the bottom of the dark red and light golden twilight. The setting sun in the cold winter was deep, and stars hung in the distant corners of the sky, blooming with cold light, like cold eyebrows and eyes.

The emperor slowly came in. Many days had not come, and he was not unfamiliar at all. He picked up his old seat and sat down, and then flipped the books that Ruyi had left on the small table and read often.

The emperor took Ruyi's hand and leaned her beside her, saying, "How come I read my books? You don't like what Huang Laozhi said. I will choose a few good books for you to see in two days."

His words have a honey taste, and are the usual ripe and sweetness, and they flow naturally in the movement and stillness.

Ruyi simply leaned on him and sat down, looked at him and said, "I'm waiting for the emperor to pick up the books. By the way, I heard that the Huayuan sent several pictures of the plum blossoms of Wang Mian of the Song Dynasty. When will the emperor bring me some detailed appreciation?"

He was very gentle, "If you want to go, you can do it any time." He glanced at him, "By the way, Xiao Lingzi came over, did he serve him well?"

Ruyi felt her teeth chilling and cold. Her tongue pressed against her teeth and made a gentle voice, "Thank you, the emperor. Xiao Lingzi has served the emperor. After being with the emperor for a long time, no matter how bad it is, it will be fine."

The emperor's smile was impeccable, and he seemed to be satisfied with her eyes. He stroked the back of her hand, "That's good. Today I specially asked the imperial kitchen to make the dishes you love every day, and I will accompany you."

After saying that, Li Yu lowered his eyebrows and clenched his eyes twice, and the eunuch who delivered food outside came up with a price.

Lychee waist, guinea fowl, Zhilu Shuangshou, Mushroom and crucian, milk house jade soup, clams and crucian carp, five treasure sashimi, shrimp and fish soup, stuffed mushroom box, vinegar-soaked lily, and a steaming monkey-headed mushroom steak shark fin pot.

Ruyi glanced at it and saw clearly. It was not her favorite dish, especially her waist and clams, which she never wanted to eat. But she could not understand what he meant.

If you don’t like it, you must like it. If you can’t accept it, you must also accept it.

Her smile was like smoke and water, and the fog was misty. "Thank you, the emperor, it's really my favorite."

The people in Rong Peiming Palace lit up the candlelight, and the two sat opposite each other, Emperor Island: "Call Xiao Lingzi to serve."
To be continued...