Behind Yan Wan, there were the sound of the palace gate being locked deep. The rain hit the pear blossoms and closed the door. She should have been long and long, like a lonely moss, lingering in this place where there is no sunshine, and she died of old age.

She knew her body so well that her cough and asthma day after day had almost exhausted all her health and energy. It was like a thin and crisp spider web that could no longer withstand the little wind and rain.

Ruyi stood up, walked to the old camphor wood box, opened the cool copper lock with her hands, took out a small handkerchief, and embroidered a small four-piece Ruyi pattern on the blue lake silk. Without hesitation, she lit up the candle during the day and burned the silk. The flames rolled up quickly, jumped up one after another, licked the soft silk, and quickly turned into ashes.

Ruyi's face was as calm as the clear blue lake. "Ling Yunche, I can only thank you in this life. I hope you will know each other in the next life, go to a peaceful and joyful state, and bless you for the rest of your life."

Rong Pei watched her burn it calmly, put the ashes in copper trunks, walked into the courtyard, and scattered them with his hands.

Ruyi heard her voice clearly and resolutely, urging Rong Pei, "Hurry!"

Rong Pei did not cry, and pulled a small dagger out of her sleeve and handed it to Ruyi. She raised the dagger and shone it at the sunlight outside the window. The sharp blade was shining with a faint blue light, which was indeed a sharp blade.

She was speechless, smiling softly, calm and composed. She looked at Rong Pei and whispered: "As soon as I die, you can leave. Rong Pei, if she can go out, she must live well."

Rong Pei focused his attention, "I will serve you on the way."

Ruyi's eyes turned lightly, and fell on the embroidery frame that was only half embroidered. It was half-blooming green cherry blossoms blooming carefreely on the snow-white gauze. There was also half-turned "On the Wall" and there was endless joys and sorrows.

Ruyi sighed softly, worried, "I don't know if these can protect my eternal life?"

Rong Pei nodded, with a firm and peaceful expression.

Ruyi smiled slightly and no longer nostalgic. She raised the knife to her chest, but the blade did not reach the handle. She moved quickly, and her luck fell, and she felt that her chest was deep and there was not much blood splashing out.

Ruyi raised her face, and the sun was in full swing outside the window, one flower, one flower, one flower, one flower, a burning and sweet fragrance. As the pain spreads and grows, she suddenly remembers a little bit of the past.

Under the clear sunlight, the shade is full of green and green, and the newly bloomed tung flowers are purple and white, scattered with a sweet taste. He was under the flowers and leaves, with a bright smile on his face, waiting for her and slowly approaching.

She couldn't remember when it happened, was it a real past, or a vague illusion?

But that must be his and her first. The thoughts of the past are like the cold snow and ice in the sky, deep into the bone marrow, but tomorrow shines, and you can only watch it mix with dust, filth, and you have nothing.

Ruyi chuckled softly, and stopped breathing in the shattered pain.

Rong Pei kept kneeling beside Ruyi, with no trace of sadness on her face. She saw Ruyi slightly raised her head and smiled softly towards the wind curtain outside the hall. She half-squinted her eyes, not knowing whether she was avoiding the golden sunlight in July, or enjoying its passionate care that would not vary from person to person.

Rong Pei thought that if she had half-squinted her eyes like this, she might have died with her eyes open.

I must have been resentful for a long time and had been waiting for it for a long time. However, if I can't get it, I can only force myself to let go.

Rong Pei thought about it and took a pair of silver scissors that Ruyi often used on the embroidery rack. She did not hesitate at all and crossed its sharp mouth across her neck.

Bright red blood splashed out, splashing on the yellowed and old curtain, like red plum blossoms blooming sadly. She whispered: "I am here to accompany you..."

All the memories in my mind stayed on the day she met Ruyi. She was a lowly slave. She was a servant in the Old Summer Palace for many years and endured too much beating and humiliation. It was Ruyi who looked down on her on the sedan chair and picked her up from the dust and mud.

She is just a slave, and the only thing she can repay is life and death.

At that moment, the Yikun Palace was so quiet that all the breath of life stopped. Naturally, no one heard Hailan hurriedly pushing the door and calling out: "Sister, wait for me."

The news of Ruyi's death was passed to the Hall of Yangxin, and the emperor woke up in a nap. The newly promoted concubine smiled like a flower and served him gently and appropriately. He touched the woman's face, but couldn't remember her name.

It doesn't matter, as long as he is young, fresh and tender, he can comfort his fear of aging. Moreover, these women have this rich smile, and they will always bloom to him and let him pick it up easily.

It was Jinzhong who came in and reported that his tone was no different from the death of an ant. He said: "The Empress of Yikun Palace has committed suicide."

Somehow, the emperor always remembered Jinzhong's tone at that time, sharp and thin, like old scissors scratched through smooth brocade, one stroke after another, blunt, with rust. The emperor felt inexplicably bored.

The woman beside him snuggled up to him and exclaimed in a tender voice, "Oh! I won't choose a good day if I die, but it's the day before the Zhongyuan Festival. It's really hard to make people feel at ease if I die."

Because he was the new favorite of the emperor, Jin Zhong smiled: "What the little master said is, you have to ask Baohua Palace to do a good job in the ritual."

The emperor was speechless, and there was a deep pain in his mind, with countless thoughts circling: She was dead? She was really dead? Just like that, walking in front of him, without any nostalgia, or would she rather die than live in the same Forbidden City with him?

Such thoughts pricked him, sharp and painful. He was upset, but he couldn't hide his disappointment and the pain that could not be avoided.

The woman was still complaining, Jin Zhong said, "Prince, please give me an order, what should I do?"

He answered the question that was irrelevant, "Why did the people in Yikun Palace commit suicide? I want to ask."

Jin Zhong hesitated slightly and said, "The Queen Mother of Yikun Palace has been suffering from tuberculosis for a long time and is plagued by long-term illness. She probably has no hope of rebirth. As for Rong Pei, she has already died in the Lord."

The emperor opened his mouth slightly and sighed: "She is not alone."

The woman around her spoke in a silly tone, and her despise was obvious: "The Ulanara acted crazy and had a Japanese illness and died suddenly. She was really blessed. The emperor must not be sad for her."

Are you sad? Of course, he is not used to showing it on his face.

Jinzhong took a step closer and asked respectfully: "Emperor, the identity of the Empress of Yikun Palace is awkward, and I don't know how to deal with the Sang Yi?"

The woman was still chattering, probably because of the emperor's favor and became more and more presumptuous. "Emperor, it is a serious crime to punish the concubines. This is the Ulanara who openly humiliates you."

The emperor could no longer bear it and shouted: "Get out."

The woman was stunned. Before she could react, her eyebrows and eyes touched the emperor's coldness, and she became afraid and did not dare to cry out loud. She quickly shrank out and went out.

This was an accident. Even Jinzhong never thought that he could only lower his eyebrows and obey the emperor's orders.

The emperor focused for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already red. "I originally intended to depose him, and he was finally given his title, and he was particularly generous. But she would rather slaughter himself, rather abandon me like this, and she would definitely do so..."

Jinzhong was careful: "Emperor, the Empress of Yikun Palace openly cut off her hair during her lifetime and contradicted the emperor. Do you still have to do it according to the queen's mourning ceremony?"

The emperor's voice was too unwilling and sad, and he was a little hoarse: "Uranara... she must be very reluctant to be my queen."

Jinzhong immediately intervened: "Then do it according to the etiquette of the common people?"

The emperor's eyes stopped, "Forget it, let's follow the rules of the imperial concubine. Funeral matters should be simple. Where is Yongqi? Let Yongqi go back to see the funeral and accompany her for the last journey." He thought, "Without the trouble of her, she had a good relationship with Emperor Chunhui during her lifetime, so she didn't have to bother. Just put it in one place."

Jin Zhong agreed and was about to leave. The emperor suddenly called him, "Who did the people in Yikun Palace meet before they were punished?"

Jin Zhong hesitated for a moment and smiled apologized: "Emperor, the imperial concubine went to see the Empress of Yikun Palace and sent some things to nourish the body. There was nothing else left."

The emperor did not say anything, but clearly saw the hesitation in Jinzhong's eyes, "I know. Concubine Yu is close to Ulanara, and all the matters of the destruction of etiquette will be arranged by her."

Jin Zhong was shocked and immediately said, "Yes. It's just that Concubine Yu just lost her son, so she immediately was afraid that she was unable to do anything. The palace has always been the head of the imperial concubine..."

The emperor seemed impatient: "If Concubine Yu fails, Concubine Ying can help you. Then I will pass the imperial edict, and Concubine Rong will be promoted to Concubine Rong, enjoy the ceremony of the imperial concubine, and take care of Yongyu with Concubine Yu."

Jin Zhong agreed to leave and do the errand. The emperor did not say a word, but just looked at Jin Zhong's back and tapped his fingers on the red sandalwood table.

But in a moment, he ordered the eunuch Jin Bao around him, "Go and call Li Yu back, I want him to serve him."

The mourning hall was set up in Yikun Palace. If it weren't for the white gauze lanterns at the entrance of the palace, it would be impossible to see that there was a funeral ceremony inside. The emperor ordered everything to be simple, and Ruyi lost power during his lifetime. In addition, when the seventeenth prince was born, Yan Wan repeatedly reminded him not to be sad or happy. In this way, even with the help of Concubine Ying and Xiangjian, who had just been promoted to Concubine Rong, Hailan would not have many masters in mourning ceremony.

However, it’s better to have few people. For Hailan, she can accompany Ruyi quietly for more time.

Hailan knelt in silence in front of the spirit, burning paper money, ingots and other items. The tongue of fire was so greedy that she swallowed the gold, paper and silver paper ingots, and illuminated Hailan's extremely pale face. The pain of losing her son had taken half of her life. The death of her sister who had been with her for decades had tortured her into a walking corpse.

After burning the last hand of ingot in his hand, Hailan said sadly: "Sister, I promised to wait for me to come back, why did you not keep your word? You clearly agreed, you must take every word seriously. But you broke your promise."

No one responded to her, the person who could respond was already lying in the coffin, and was completely angry. The huge grief hit her so hard that she could not get up, crawled on the ground, and let out a sob sobbing.

After a long time, someone slowly stepped in and reached out to hold her, "Sister Yufei, you want to mourn."

It was the voice of Wanpin. Hailan slowed down for a while before she could speak, "There is no greater sorrow than death in her heart. How can she be mourned?"

Wanpin was always kind-hearted, looked around and sighed softly, "Look at the warmth and warmth of the human feelings in this palace, the Queen of Yikun Palace has not been deposed yet, and I and you are the only one who comes."

Hai Lan said calmly: "Concubine Ying is taking charge of the overall situation outside, Concubine Rong is going to accompany the Twelfth Prince. Concubine Qing is timid and comes and leaves. The others are hindering the imperial concubine's face and the emperor's anger."

Wanpin nodded, knelt down and gathered the ingots and paper money on the ground, comforting softly: "All those who can come are sincere to the Empress."

Hailan was quite strange, "Bin Wan, you are the most timid all day long, why are you here too?"

Wanpin lowered her head as if she was touched and looked back. She walked forward with humiliation and anxiety in her mouth and kowtowed three times: "I owe the Empress, I am afraid I will never pay it back in my life."

The wind outside the window was sobbing like a sob. Hailan was ecstatic for a moment and said to herself: "If you want to return it, you can always return it."

The wind outside the window was sobbing like a sob. The emperor sat in a daze. I don’t know how long it took. The sky was very bright, but the emperor still felt that it was so cold that it was hot. It was the hot summer. How could there be a cool feeling in July? It was probably because there was more ice in the hall. The emperor stretched out his hand and touched a rose hairpin in front of him.

It was an old thing, and people wearing it must be very caring. They often grind it between the black hair to make it so smooth.

Jin Bao handed over a cup of tea, "Your Majesty, you have been watching this hairpin for a long time."

The emperor nodded, "When she left, the only jewelry was this hairpin. This was given to her by me a long time ago."

Jin Bao whispered, "Emperor."

The emperor seemed to have not heard it, and still touched the hairpin and played with it. "What does she mean? She is so resentful to me, but she is still wearing this hairpin."

The emperor's eyebrows were twisting and deeper, and the doubts were circling in his heart, which was very difficult to resolve. Jin Bao didn't know how to persuade him. The emperor did not take a step forward in the funeral ceremony of Yikun Palace. Concubine Ying presided over the reproduction of Baohua Palace, and the emperor didn't ask. Logically, he should have been very disgusted with Ulanara Ruyi. But why did he hold this hairpin, without saying anything, without drinking or eating?

Jin Bao knew that he could not persuade him, so he could only be anxious. He did not breathe a sigh of relief until the eunuch outside informed the arrival of the imperial concubine. Perhaps the emperor was willing to listen to the imperial concubine's persuasion.

When Yan Wan came in, she did not see the hairpin played with in the emperor's hands. Her steps were light and she did not look like a newly born woman, but rather like a butterfly wandering in the flowers, dancing in the most beautiful posture.

Yan Wan greeted her lightly, and the emperor smiled and told her to get up, but she had long lost her sorrow that she had just now.

Yan Wan served as a guest for many years and was close to the emperor. She sat down beside the couch and told the emperor's back. It was just some trivial matters in the palace. The emperor was not very interested, and listened without ears, and responded with his mouth: "You are the imperial concubine, and you can make the decision on the harem."

Yan Wan received this sentence and calmed down, then she showed a little concern. "I just went to my sister's Baohua Palace to see it. Concubine Ying was really nervous for the first time she was presided over such a major event."

The emperor was so smart that he just waited for her to say something, and then he said lightly: "Then you can teach her."

Yan Wan reached out to pound the emperor's shoulder gently, very considerate. When the emperor felt a little more comfortable, she whispered softly: "I also feel sorry for Concubine Ying's sister. It's really hard to preside over the funeral ceremony and go back to take care of Jing Meng."

The emperor felt sorry for Yan Wan, closed her eyes and rested, and replied: "That's not as hard as you. I have given birth to children one after another in recent years, and I have to take care of them myself."

This statement caused Yan Wan's sadness. She slowed down her hands and leaned on the emperor's knees, lamenting: "Oh, I think, although Jing Meng is my eldest daughter, she has never been with her younger brothers and sisters since she was a child. Now Jing Meng is old, and her brotherhood is indifferent..."

If not mentioned, these are all old things. But the emperor knew the reason. When Yan Wan gave birth to the seventh princess Jing's concubine, her biological mother died tragically and her status was in danger, so this daughter was always raised by Concubine Ying. Although Concubine Ying was an adoptive mother, she had never given birth to her. She loved her so much that she took care of her adopted daughter like her eyes and took care of her meticulously. Moreover, Concubine Ying's personality has never been with Ruyi and Yan Wan's sect, and she only got close to concubines from Mongolia who were born in Mongolia. She formed a group of people and protected the seventh princess very closely. Even her biological mother rarely saw her, and she did not have any feelings for her mother and daughter.

Today, Yan Wan said so clearly that the emperor also knew, "Do you want to take Jing Meng back?"
To be continued...