The days gradually passed into a well. I looked up and saw the blue sky above the courtyard, but I could never walk out. The outside of Yikun Palace was always surprisingly quiet. No matter who walked by, I would unconsciously slow down, afraid of being infected with something ominous. Most people and things changed directions, but the wind wandering in the palace alleys would not. It would still loyally hear the sound of laughter from the palace garden on a quiet night. The morning noise and the evening robe were the shengpa, which was another prosperous life and dreams, and had nothing to do with her.

In the eternal night, she rarely falls asleep peacefully and does not cry too much. Around this life, she has been sad for the unworthy things that are not worthy of people, so she is sad at night, but she doesn't know how to shed tears.

She just missed Yongqi, Hailan, Yongqi and Yongxin. There was no one else in her family. The relatives of the Ulanara clan were all distant relatives, and her mother and brothers had passed away one after another. She truly became a homeless person. And how could this silent palace that allowed her to survive for a lifetime be considered her own home?

Before she knew it, she had a symptoms. At first, she was just a whimpering and itchy throat, and she was restless in her dreams. She often dreamed of a dead person, and gradually became frightened and coughed, and occasionally saw blood marks. After finally, she invited the imperial physician in, but Jiang and Bin got a pulse and were no longer shocked.

Seeing that he was like this, she knew it was not good and said calmly: "You said that."

Jiang Yubin's eyes turned red, "It's tuberculosis, the symptoms are already deep. I'm afraid..."

Ruyi smiled and said, "Don't tell anyone that it will take one day to one day." She turned to worry, "Yongqi has an old disease, which is what you are good at treating, and I don't know what happened to him."

Jiang and Bin wanted to speak but stopped, "The fifth prince is auspicious about the appearance of the heavens, and there is no shortage of famous doctors and masters around him. The empress still takes care of herself as important."

How to take care of it? The supply of the Ministry of Internal Affairs has been intermittent. All clothes in the four seasons are based on old clothes, or the Queen Mother is concerned about it, and she sends people to convey something in. Fortunately, Rong Pei is strong by nature and tries to subdue everything. There are two things that have never been stopped.

I probably knew that Ruyi was dressed in plain clothes and chanting scriptures in front of the Buddha's silhouette every day, which also used as a way of repentance. Every three days, fresh flowers would be sent to worship Buddha. The magnolia in spring, the white lotus in summer, the chrysanthemum in autumn, and the plum blossoms in winter, all four seasons continued, and they would not stop. They also added a little fresh and lively atmosphere to the dead palace. The other was the hawthorn fragrance, although not the most precious one, it was also clean and smokeless, and would be sent to it every month. So in front of the Buddha's silhouette, a celadon incense burner was placed in the middle of the flat table of the red sandalwood carved passion fruit flowing cloud pattern, and a pair of sky-green jade bottles were set up on both sides to offer flowers in the four seasons.

Such favor was just because of Yongqi's concern. He was deeply loved by the emperor, and by November of the 30th year, he was named Prince Rong. Among the emperor's sons, only Yongqi was the first to be named Prince, and the emperor also expressed deep hopes for him. In this situation, even if he ascended the position of crown prince, it was just around the corner.

Such a deep honor and kindness, even if you are locked in Yikun Palace, you can also find out one or two of them from the joy. Lingzhi cried with joy, "If the fifth prince inherits the throne, the empress will have hope of leaving here." She turned her fingers, "The fifth prince is quite filial. If he is willing to respect the empress, he can still be the mother and empress dowager in the future."

Rong Pei shook her head, "Lingzhi, don't talk nonsense, bring disaster to the Empress." She changed the clear water and carefully provided the newly sent white chrysanthemums. The chrysanthemums were sweet and had a clear and bitter smell. She was vaguely worried, "Empress, if the fifth prince is concerned about you as before, then the fifth prince who can deliver it to her daily life will definitely be the fifth prince, rather than the queen mother who ignores the affairs of the palace now."

Ruyi turned a page of scriptures to Sunguang, stopped and said, "Say whatever you want to say."

Rong Pei said: "Empress, the fifth prince sent flowers and sandalwood, which shows that he is capable of taking care of your daily life. But he avoided the lightness, probably because the gift of flowers and sandalwood can not only make the Empress devote herself to worshiping Buddha, but also show her attitude to the emperor."

Ruyi said: "This kind of compromise is the best of both worlds."

Rong Pei said: "It is the best of both worlds. It not only gives a little filial piety, but also lets the emperor know that he has praised the Empress for her meditation."

Ruyi raised her clear eyes, "Rong Pei, don't talk about Yongqi anymore. He has been working hard since he was a child, and he has worked hard to get the emperor's favor and won the position of prince." Ruyi smiled and felt relieved, "I, the emperor's mother, feel happy when I think about it. If he is implicated because of me, then I must not."

Rong Pei didn't dare to say anything anymore. In fact, her complaints were not meaningless. In December, the cold weather was cold. The Queen Mother sent not much charcoal fire, and she didn't continue. She could only order a small brazier every day. Even if she wrapped her big sweater clothes on her body, she could not drive away the cold. Rong Pei and Lingzhi worked hard, burned hot water to pour soup, and the three of them sat around, trembling with cold. This was not bad compared to summer. Because of the heat in the capital, there was no ice supply in the palace and pavilion, and there was no wormwood smoked room, which made the heat so prickly heat everywhere and mosquitoes buzzing. The prickly heat was prone to tips, and it was worn out through the clothes, and sweat was really painful. Thinking of this, I could still add clothes in winter, but I couldn't peel them in summer.

Lingzhi smiled and came up to make fun, "The emperor has appointed the fifth prince as the prince, and his glory is prominent. It is such a good title."

Ruyi was about to laugh, but her heart skipped a beat. She felt ominous for no reason, and the smile froze on her face.

Prince Rong, Prince Rong, why is this title so familiar? She was suddenly shocked. The fourth prince who was once the imperial concubine Dong E of Shunzhi was highly favored by Rong. Shunzhi wanted to make him the crown prince and first named Prince Rong. That child died in his infancy after being named Prince.

The mixed memories came one after another, forcing her to be frightened. When her hands loosened, the Buddhist beads jumped out of her fingers and scattered all over the ground. She hurriedly curbed her distracted thoughts, lay on the ground and picked up the scattered Buddhist beads one by one, and said, "Rong Pei, go light sandalwood, I want to pray for Yongqi."

In the first month of the thirty-one year, the fragrance flowers and sandalwood were stopped. Ruyi felt uneasy, but Rong Pei asked the guards at the gate and realized that Prince Rong Yongqi had an old disease and could not care about these things.

Ruyi stood up suddenly and said anxiously to the door: "Tell Concubine Yu, tell Prince Rong, please ask the imperial physician Jiang Yubin to see him, go quickly! Jiang Yubin is proficient in this method, so he can cure Prince Rong."

There was no news about this trip. After two months, the door of Yikun Palace opened. Lingzhi was panicked and thought that bad luck came to Yikun Palace again. And they really couldn't stand anything anymore. Those who came in were Ye Xin, who was beside Bao and Hailan. Ye Xin cried in tears, "Empress, the little master fainted in sorrow. Prince Rong... Prince Rong is almost out of reach."

Jin Bao said: "Prince Rong is seriously ill. The little master Yu cried and begged the emperor for a long time before the emperor allowed the empress to see Prince Rong for the last time."

Ruyi felt her feet weak and almost fell down. She cried out in disbelief: "How could it be? How could it be? Yongqi is still so young..."

Her heart seemed to be scraped by a steel knife, and her tongue was knotted in waves, and she couldn't even say a complete sentence.

Fortunately, the soft sedan chair had been prepared, so Jin Bao and Ye Xin half supported her and moved her up and rushed to Chonghua Palace. Ruyi was anxious. The red walls and green russets outside the sedan chair were all reflected in the flowing water, passing by quickly.

Because Yongqi was seriously ill, he moved to Chonghua Palace in the first month of the year. When the emperor was the prince, he lived in Yuqing Palace and moved here after marriage. Since the emperor ascended the throne, he was promoted to the palace as the place of Zhaoxiang and named it Chonghua. The emperor placed Yongqi here to recuperate, which was to facilitate the care of his biological mother, Concubine Yu, and the emperor also showed his attention to Yongqi.

Ruyi stepped into the west hall in a silence. Yongqi was hanging on the bed, she was already thin and as faint as firewood. There was a strong smell of rotten muscles in the hall, mixed with the smell of pus and blood and herbal medicine, which was so scented. She was still the concubine who served her and burned the fragrance of fragrance and a thin thread, which penetrated into her heart. The curtain was low and the cold spring invaded people. With tears in the dark, it suddenly became elegant and elegant. The young man who was as tall as a pine tree called her "Emperor Mother".

Ruyi's tears fell and she grabbed Yongqi's hand. - I haven't seen each other, but he is so thin that he is so thin. The imperial physicians have already stepped down, and only a concubine who has been serving Yongqi is still by my side to take care of her. Seeing that she is beautiful and charming, Ruyi felt pity for me, and couldn't help but take a look at her more and asked, "Why is Yongqi like this?"

The concubine knelt down and said, "The Empress is not aware that the fifth master has always been strong and refused to fall behind. In order to share the worries of the emperor, he often stayed up all day and night and was unable to rest assured. Since he got bone cervix, he was afraid of delaying national affairs, so he refused to speak out, or he asked the imperial physician to prescribe some prescriptions to deal with it sloppy, which caused the poison to be deep and gathered in the bones, rotten flesh and bones, and ulcerated, and eventually exhausted the qi and blood."

Ruyi scolded: "Since you are still by Yongqi's side at this time, you must be favored all day long. Since the prince is seriously ill, why don't you tell the concubine to report to Concubine Yu and ask the imperial physician to treat it well. I have also advised the stolen concubine that Jiang Yubin Su from the Imperial Hospital is good at this, why don't you invite him?"

The woman covered her sleeves and was frightened, "Doctor Jiang? What about Dr. Jiang? I have never heard of it." She smiled sadly and looked strange, "This is fate! Empress, this is fate! If you can't repay the evil here, you will repay the children. It's so pitiful." She smiled in a daze, as if she was crazy. The maid next to her hurriedly grabbed her, "Gegg Yun, don't be sad and talk nonsense," and then took her out half-pulled.

Ruyi looked at Yongqi, her bones protruding, her face was red and yellow, and she couldn't get out of shape. She felt very sad inside, and she didn't know when Yongqi would wake up, and she couldn't help but feel sad and shed tears.

Yongqi grabbed her hand vaguely in her vague state and shouted: "Mom! Mom! I'm sorry to the Emperor..."

Ruyi was so heartbroken that she said tragically: "Yongqi! The emperor's mother is here, Yongqi!"

The blue veins burst out from Yongqi's forehead, and she shook her head desperately, and opened her eyes with difficulty. He looked at it with Ruyi, first panic, then ashamed, and covered her face and said, "My mom, it's you who came to see me."

Ruyi was filled with shock and cried, "Silly child, why are you so strong? You are afraid of the doctor! If you were invited to see Dr. Jiang earlier, this would not be the case."

A firework suddenly lit up in Yongqi's eyes, and he was heartbroken, "My mom, I didn't listen to you." A single tear came from the corner of his eyes, "My mom, I know I'm wrong, I really know I'm wrong."

Ruyi held his hand and said softly: "Good child, you are raised by the emperor's mother. Why did you and my mother and son make such a mistake?"

Yongqi's tears surged, "I fell to this day because I was too strong and refused to obey what the emperor's mother said and treated Jiang and Bin, so I was unable to turn the world back. Not believing in the emperor's mother is my biggest mistake." The concubine probably added Su Hexiang when she left, the fragrance was rich and long-lasting, and it had the effect of removing filth. The cigarette curled up and burst out from the white jade stove of green leaves. The fragrance was too gloomy, mixed with the medicinal energy, which made people dizzy.

She gradually recalled that since Yongqi grew up and since Yongqi was personally taught by the emperor, Yongqi's eyes were no longer as clear as when she was young. Was she neglected or believed too much in the past mother-son relationship? She kept avoiding, avoiding some undercurrent possibility between her and Yongqi.

Yongqi was full of tears, "My mother, I know Mother, I know Mother hurt your heart. She killed Ling Yunche in your name, so you are not as close to her as before. Ling Yunche is your knot. My son also knows that if Mother and Mother had been having a good relationship with him, his son would not be able to keep him under your knees and be regarded as a legitimate child." He murmured, looking at the picture of the hundred bats embroidered on the top of the blue tent, the most auspicious way to make a good talk. The rich and lively flowers were embroidered with dense colorful threads, which were better than Yongqi's withered yellow committee. Suddenly, he became more and more dazzling. Ruyi felt his temples pounding, a little dizzy. Yongqi was still saying, "My mom, I understand best, but I am just a concubine's son. If the eldest brother and second brother had not died early and the third brother and fourth brother were mediocre, the Emperor Ama would not see me at all. On the other side, I still took advantage of Yongqi. Although he is the legitimate son, he is not as noble as Yonglian and Yongcong, and he is also young. If he is older, Emperor Ama would have made him the crown prince naturally. How could I have any hope?"

Ruyi's tongue was covered with wood, "So, for the sake of the position of prince, you are afraid of Yongqi and alienated me?"

"My mom, I can't help but be afraid. I'm just a concubine's son. Even if I'm raised under your knees, I can't compare with Yongqi. I also know that Yongqi is not as smart as I was when I was young, but he is the legitimate son, Huangqi..." The flames in his eyes gradually cooled down, and there was endless anxiety and confusion in his sadness, as if he was a lost child. "I know I did something wrong. Huangqi was trapped in Xiangkun Palace and had no good food and clothing. I never tried my best to take care of him. I only dared to send fragrant flowers and sandalwood to express my concern, and also expressed no objection to Emperor Ama and supported Emperor Ama to think about his mistakes behind closed doors. Emperor Ama, my son is unfilial, but my son also knows that because of your loneliness, Yongqi will not compete with his son. It was not until Emperor Ama named his son the prince that his son's heart was let go, but his son was not blessed..."

Her tears burned her face hotly, "Yongqi, for this moment of fear, you think Jiang and Bin are the ones of the emperor's mother, so you would rather use others than him, right?"

He stared at the top of the tent and gasped heavily, "My mom, I am not intentionally alienating you and Yongqi. I just dare not believe it completely, so I have to stay away from you. Yongqi is your biological son. You want to support him as the prince, and it is normal for me to assist me. My son has no choice but to..." A fear flashed across his face, "My son grew up in the palace since he was a child, and he has never seen many things with his own eyes. He also has some understanding. The Yonglian and Yongcong of Empress Xiaoxian died inexplicably, and the third brother Yongzhang was not favored by the Emperor Ama for no reason. The ambition of the fourth brother, the ninth brother's tenth brother's heroic name died prematurely, and the fifth sister Jing Yi, the emperor's wife, for the sake of the throne and the dragon throne of the treasure trove, the son must be guarded..."

His hands gradually cooled down, like the coldness after the winter snow was touched, about to disappear in the dusk of early spring. There were more than a dozen braziers in front of the bed, and the weather in early March was still soaked in cold weather. The small flames in the basin jumped in clusters, like the dark blue and shaking out a dark red halo, but there was no warmth at all.

That kind of coldness sizzled through the bone cracks and was hard to resist.

Ruyi held his face and gently pressed against his forehead, "Yongqi, you have been thinking too much. You are the eldest son of the emperor and both civil and military. There is a saying in this dynasty that you will not be a legitimate, and Yongqi is even younger. How can you compare with you? If you can be at peace, why should you snuggle with Ruyi's arm today..." Yongqi climbed on Ruyi's arm and snuggled up to her as if she was a child. "My mom, my son is wrong. My son shouldn't be suspicious of you to help your twelfth brother as the crown prince, and he has alienated you. My son has been sick these days and always remembered the days under the knees of the emperor in the past, and lived a peaceful and stable life."

His breath gradually weakened, weakened, like a stagnant water, and finally reached a panic-spirited calm

Outside the window, the eyes were full of fresh green, dyed all over the forest. The young life in my arms had stopped breathing.

She hugged Yongqi quietly, without feeling that the turbid breath in the room gradually faded, just like the body in her arms gradually becoming lighter.

That is life, slowly peeling off.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sunset at dusk was like melted blood, covering the entire sky. The afterglow shone into the inner room slanted, outlining the shadows of the tassels on the rosewood bed frame. The edges of the bed and the carvings on the top frame are all drawn with golden powder. They are the story of the flowers just in fullness and the moon being merged for a long time. Swallows are two flying swallows, and people are flower illuminated by flowers. One flower and one leaf, butterfly and one warbler, the fragrance of flowers is veins, and the green branches are like silk, like floating golden waves in the glimmer of light, which makes people unable to open their eyes.

She turned her head away and saw the emperor standing in the glass curtain. I knew when he had come in. Behind him was a row of light red paper lanterns under the corridor, but soon they were all replaced by plain white.

The emperor frowned, his face full of bleak grief, and his hands trembled slightly.

Ruyi saw him at first, and before she could get up, tears had fallen, "Master, Yongqi is gone."

The emperor's figure was dead, moving in little by little, his voice was not warm, "I heard Yongqi's words at the end of his life." He suddenly stared at her, raised an open Xiangfei bamboo-spreading golden folding fan in his hand, and slashed it straight from her ear to the fountain, "This is the last time I hit you."

The folding fan was originally something for cooling off. Linggui was small and the emperor often carried it by himself to bring coolness. At this moment, his hands were extremely heavy, and he came quickly and ruthlessly, and even the golden fan was scraped a few times. Ruyi was lying on the ground, hearing countless insects strangled in her head, her ears buzzing, and her cheeks were just wood. She didn't react, but just stared at his slightly white temples. Oh, the color was very similar to the broken snow on New Year's Eve, like the eyes of the unknown, pale and dead. She was old, and he was old, and could not withstand such heavy pain, and was the best child.

It's gone for a year.

In such a panic encounter, the swelling and pain on his cheeks were violently swollen and painful, but he refused to hit her with his hands. She was vaguely confused and discerning his appearance. She clearly remembered the appearance of his last meeting in her mind. He was a little old. Although he had only been a year old, he was like the gloom of dusk, and he arrived irresistibly.

She always thought that being so frustrated was her own business, but she didn't expect that he was also experiencing it.

Really, I really want to forget. But in the silence of the Buddha's voice, I realized that it is very difficult to deliberately forget. Those hidden under the calm past, a poem, a sound. The white dew in the morning, the blooming of red cherry blossoms, the details, and the bits and pieces will all surge out when facing him.

What welcoming was two palms facing each other.

She was probably countless of her mistakes. So she didn't make any excuses, but just looked at him with her eyes that were particularly dark.

The emperor said in a trembling voice: "What did you do? You forced Yongqi to not even use the imperial physician you sent. You said, what did you secretly murder for Yongqi?"

She said quietly: "Your Majesty, you know, I have never asked you for a future forever, never."

"You recommend Yongqi, but secretly conspired and intrigued!" He was shocked and burst into tears, "Yongqi is my best son!"

The emperor was talking, and the cry of the concubines outside sounded. The concubines just now rushed out from somewhere, knelt down in front of the emperor and kowtowed repeatedly, and said sternly: "Emperor! Prince Rong was depressed and did not dare to approach the Empress of Yikun Palace. If this were not the case, Prince Rong had been raised by the Empress of Yikun Palace for many years, so how could he avoid this? It must be at the Empress of Yikun Palace. The prince should have seen what he should not have seen and what he should not have heard."

A guard came forward to pull her, and she couldn't help crying. How could she go? The emperor asked: "Who are you?"

The concubine of Yongqi replied: "If you go back to the emperor, she is the princess of Prince Rong's mansion, and the prince's favorite concubine Hu Yunjiao during his lifetime. Since the prince was ill, Hu has served the most diligently."

Yunjiao sobbed, "Your Majesty, I shouldn't have said such things. But even when I was ill, the prince was still talking about the tragic situation of several brothers' deaths. He was depressed and worried that he would not be able to be safe one day. I am a wife and didn't understand what the prince meant. Until my mother came to visit, she mentioned that the Empress of Yikun Palace recommended the Imperial Doctor Jiang and Binjiang. The prince agreed, but she refused to let the Imperial Doctor Jiang treat him. I was puzzled and asked, and then she realized the prince's thoughts." She glared at Ruyi and cried at the top of her lungs, "Prince, don't leave me, I will follow you!"

After she said that, she hit the wall and blood splattered everywhere, as if a tree of beautiful peach blossoms had bloomed, and the fragrance had disappeared.

The emperor sneered repeatedly, "Okay! OK! What an emperor's mother, what an Yikun Palace Empress, even his adopted son is afraid of you, you understand what you have done yourself!" He shouted, "Gege Hu died for the Lord, and buried him with the courtesy of the concubine." He said to Yongqi's concubine again, "Concubine Yu was sad and could not get up. Prince Rong's funeral will be well managed by you and the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the imperial concubine will also take care of him."

He ignored Ruyi and let her stand alone. No one drove her away, no one paid attention to it. He just avoided her from afar, cried and started to get busy. She was a lonely shadow, so what's the point? But the child she once proud of actually died in suspicion of her. Even Hu Yunjiao, Hu Yunjiao who rushed out for no reason, pointed at the slightest doubt, and could hold on to her so much.

After years of hard work, I ended up like this. The relationship between mother and son is like this in the Tian Family Deep Garden.

She was in tears.

I'm afraid even Hailan didn't know about Yongqi's thoughts. She stood there, watching the red palace lanterns being roughly pulled off and replaced with white paper lanterns. The plain white snow spread little by little, and gradually became a snow-making world.

She was moved into the sedan chair slowly, and Ye Xin cried and stayed by her side. Ruyi heard her teeth trembling, "This Hu Yunjiao, check her background. Also, check the imperial physician who served Yongqi."

Ye Xin nodded in a hurry. Before he could say anything, the sedan chair had already sent Ruyi out.

Ruyi struggled down the street.

Her palms were covered with wet cold sweat, and every fine line in her palm was wet. Her knees were as sore as soft as cotton. She was half leaning against the dangerous red wall, and the feeling of exhaustion was swallowing up from the sea.

No, she didn't want to lean on this red wall that was like absent. She burst into tears, unable to say a word, one palm, and another, slapped hard on the wall. She used the tingling pain of the palm and the weak power to shake all this. She wanted to go out, she wanted to go out. She had never wanted to go out like this in her life.

Her beloved child, her beloved man, her youth, and her future all fell here, becoming the dark and dark gray under the red wall, and the floating light dotted on the glazed tiles.

That was her half of her life!
Chapter completed!