Hailan knelt in front of the Buddha statue, slowly plucking the tourmaline beads in her hand for a long time, one after another. If it weren't for such slow movements, she would still have a trace of a living atmosphere, then she was dressed in dark blue and half-palace, and she was completely different from a dead plant.

Wanpin signaled the palace maid to step down, slowly walked to Hailan, and whispered: "Sister Yufei, my life is no different from yours. I'm asking me to come and see you. What's the difference between seeing myself?"

Hailan slowly opened her eyes, and struggled to distinguish Wanpin's dim and blurred face against the light, and smiled and said, "There are not many old sisters in the palace. The only ones who came out of the Daqian residence are me and you, sister Wanpin, right?"

This sentence aroused the sadness of Wanpin and sighed like the autumn wind, "For so many years, my sister is still willing to think about me. In the eyes of others, we are the same as if we are not breathing, right?"

Hailan's long nails were peeling and touching the ancient bluestone brick floor, making a stern and astringent sound. The sound had a vast and subtle echo in the terrifyingly quiet hall. After listening for a long time, she was not so lonely. She said lightly: "How many years have been there for so many years? It has been almost ten years since the Queen's sister's hair was cut off in Hangzhou."

Wanpin silently lowered her gray head, leaning on her thin fingers, the dark golden ring shone with a dim light in the quiet hall, "Yes. The day when the Empress of Yikun Palace broke her hair was the 18th February of the 30th year of Qianlong, it was ten years." She smiled with difficulty and bitterness, "The Empress of Yikun Palace has passed away for many years. Now the only one who dares to mention her in the palace is the only two older sisters."

Hailan glanced at her, her smile as light as the night's flashes of cereals, "Are you afraid?"

Wanpin smiled unnaturally, touching her gray hair, "What's so scary about having no children or favors for the rest of her life? Even the Empress of Yikun Palace who was talking about the day in the palace, I'm afraid no one will come to pay attention to it?" She turned her ears and stared at the lively sound of firecrackers outside the window. It was already the 25th day of the first lunar month, and the excitement in the palace has not yet subsided. The sound of firecrackers is nice, it just sounds annoying. "Huh? Who is singing Kunqu opera in the palace? It's really nice."

Hailan stretched out her hand and slowly shook off the thin dust on the five-petal plum clothes lapel of the dark blue embroidered silver thread. "It was the imperial concubine who spread the opera troupe, but apart from Jinpin's love for socializing, there were not many people."

Wanpin counted her days by fingers, "The ninth day of the ninth lunar month is her birthday. This year's fiftieth birthday, the emperor will always give her a lively life. There is still a little face. In the end, my children have a good way out."

Hailan said lazily: "She really knows how to choose the time of birth on Double Ninth Festival, no wonder she is so blessed."

Wanpin was a little sad, "Speaking of the birth date of Concubine Yu's sister is the fourth day of the fifth month, and my birthday is the twenty-year of December. Except for the Ministry of Internal Affairs, I still remember to send a roll of silver silk noodles. I am afraid no one can remember it. One day, the prince became erotic and somehow sent someone to send ten rolls of silk for tribute to Huzhou. I was so happy that I didn't know what to do. Who knew that the eunuch who sent the silk said that the emperor congratulated my birthday. That day was obviously the fourteenth day of October, and it was inconsistent with my birthday." She clapped her hands with a mocking voice, "But then, I have lived like this in my life, so I can't forget it."

Hailanzhi stood up on the soft cushion on the ground, lit a bunch of incense and raised it in front of his forehead, and said lightly: "Since my sister passed away, I have never celebrated my birthday again. Since Ulanara Ruyi died, the alive Keliyete Hailan was just a walking corpse. If it weren't for the Yikun Palace that had told me not to commit suicide, if it wasn't for the orphan left by Yongqi, or for the Yongqi who took care of my sister, what's the point of living my old bone?"

Wanbin looked at Hailan enviously, and helped her sit down by the brocade couch in the long window. Although the brocade couch was made of beautiful brocade, it was unknown how many years it had been used. There were wool fur on the corners, reflecting the dim skylight, revealing a miserable white look. Hailan didn't care, so she personally took a handful of old white jade green plum five-petal teapots and poured a cup of tea and handed it to Wanbin, and said in harmony: "Try it, it's the tea that the emperor has enjoyed during the New Year, and said it was for me and Mianyi to taste the new one."

Wanpin took a sip, looked at the utensils in the hall, and sighed: "Tea is the best, it can be seen that the emperor still cares about his sister and Mianyi, and there are many rewards in the year. Speaking of which, among the emperor's grandchildren, Mianyi is the one who is most loved by the emperor." She said softly, "Since that's the case, why bother herself so much? These things are too cold to use."

Hailan caressed the white jade green plum five-petal teapot, "All these things in my palace are rewarded by my sister at the time. People, as they use them, they have feelings for each other, and they can't bear to lose them. They are all old women, so what else is there?"

Wanpin shook her head knowingly, "In the palace, only my sister is still thinking about the goodness of the Empress of Yikun Palace. On the third year of the junior high school, Concubine Dun gave birth to the Tenth Princess. The emperor was so happy. I went to see that the Tenth Princess was so cute, and it was carved from the same mold as the fifth princess many years ago." After she finished speaking, she seemed to realize that she had said something wrong. She lowered her head in an inertial manner as if she was frightened, and put silk on her nose with a slight slightest, and said, "Now, Yikun Palace has no trace of the queen's life. The new favorite concubine and the new child have all fallen there. Everyone is happy. The imperial concubine will be happy too. Isn't she the one who has the best sons and daughters? She is so blessed to this fiftieth birthday."

Hailan played with the tea cup in her hand, and the texture between her fingers was as deep as her voice, "Sister Wan, you are wrong. Concubine Dun's character is like the Empress of the Yikun Palace in the residence when she was young, and the Tenth Princess looked like the fifth princesses reborn. With them, the shadow of the sister is indispensable in Yikun Palace. As soon as Concubine Dun enters the palace, it is a matter of decisiveness. That is all the emperor's meaning. But whether the imperial concubine can celebrate her fiftieth birthday is all your meaning."

Wanpin jumped, stared at Hailan with wide eyes, and said in surprise: "Sister Yufei, what are you saying? Such words are unlucky. If they fall into the ears of the imperial concubine, how big a storm will arise."

Hailan smiled gently and virtuously, but she saw that Wanpin was furrowed all over and couldn't help but shrink her body. Hailan said softly, "What did I say? If my sister doesn't understand, what will I hide from?" She calmly took a sip of tea, "Today I talked to my sister, and I realized that my sister has been silent in the palace for many years, but she also pretended to be full of thoughts." She touched her gray temples and said softly, "Rewards are rewards, offerings are offered to support. The emperor cared for his face, and we have not been treated too slowly in any day. However, with wrinkles and black hair, who has looked at it at first sight? Every day I live here, when is there a moment for myself? The birthday can be remembered wrongly, and the face can be forgotten, but what about this tone, this life? Have you come to this world for nothing?"

Wanpin seemed a little scared and made a small whimpering sound, like an ant living in a silence in the corner of the wall. "Sister Yufei, I have lived a life of timidity. Even when I was Empress Huixian, Empress Xiaoxian was there, and the Empress Yikun Palace, I would not offend anyone and say nothing. I have lived safely for half my life. I have no desire for anything."

"There is no sound when a person lives, and there is no movement when he dies. What is the difference between living like this and an ant? After being a consecrated for decades, the last time he stayed in bed was the 25th year of Qianlong. At that time, if Wei Yanwan had not used you to collect all the poems and essays of the emperor to mourn the demise of Empress Xiaoxian and use you to shake your sister's status, how could you have the favor for those days? But in the end, it would have been futile." Hailan said slowly, "In the future,"

How will you be recorded after death? The Chen family of Wan, who worked in Qianlong's residence. During the Qianlong period, he promised to make progress in Wanwang. These words cannot take much work for the historian, and may not even write down the death of the year. Well, where will we be buried in the future? We can be our companion for our whole life. The emperor built the Yuling for himself on the 17th of Qianlong. The concubine's garden was built in the 27th year. There is always a place for us, and we will be a companion for our cold place."

Wanbin looked at Hailan with a calm smile in fear, stretched her neck timidly, and couldn't help but feel curious, "What do you want me to say?"

Hailan slowly shook out a thin roll of cloth from her sleeve and threw it in front of her, "The things that the imperial concubine has done in the past few years are here. You just say it."

The cloth looked like a bird with broken wings. It slapped in front of Wanpin, splashing vigorous light golden dust ashes, spinning in the low air, rising freely. Hailan stared at her, slowly with a sense of inspiration, "Look at it, you must also want to know many things. Then take a look, there will be no big deal if you look at it."

Wanpin seemed to be tightly tied by an invisible rope, shrank her body stiffly, and did not dare to move. Her eyes were staring at the boss, as if she wanted to glare the cloth. Hailan ignored it, but just picked up a string of tourmaline Buddhist beads in her hand, and slowly moved it one by one, using the cold touching sound of her fingertips with the Buddhist beads to resist the long and long breathing at this moment.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wanpin finally couldn’t help but stretch out her hand, shook the cloth and looked down word by word. Her breath became heavier and heavier, and her lips opened silently, like a dying trunk. She suddenly raised the cloth in her hand and suppressed her scream: “No matter how much impotent the imperial concubine has done, what are she doing to me! I won’t go!”

Hailan's thin lips curled a soft smile, and reached out to touch the brocade robe of the lotus-colored cocoon silk embroidered rice beads on Wanpin's body. The collar was covered with fine wind, as if it was its owner, as if it could not stand any fright, "Even if you are tired of living, I haven't. The Queen's sister died, Yongqi died, I am still alive. Not only for the little blood left by Yongqi, there is another more important thing. That is, only I understand. If I die, who can remember the little bits of Queen's sister's life in this world? The Queen's sister is gone, but the days we spent together are spent in my mind every day, and I remember everything."

Wanpin looked shocked and disbelief, grabbed the cloth ball in her palm with one hand, staring at Hailan's gray-haired and haggard face in a daze, and said in a daze: "You are like this, are you thinking about the Empress of Yikun Palace like this?"

Hailan stared at the ice-patterned celadon in front of the Buddha statue. The fine lines of ice-patterned cracks, as white as cocoons, spread clearly as if they were broken into her heart. She could even hear the harsh sound of cracks, which continued and hurt her heart. Countless past events, mixed with Ruyi's clear smile, fluttering like snowflakes falling, crystal clear and cold.

There was warm and moistness in the eyes, and the Buddha's compassionate face in the shadow was so dark that it was unclear. She only felt absurd and unreasonable. In the chaos in the world, only Ruyi remembered her, but even Ruyi could no longer be by her side. She whispered her throat, letting tears fall, "I don't care about the queen, how can I not care about the queen? In this life, except for my children, the only person who cares about me and me is the queen sister. Wanpin, you know the most. People live for a lifetime, just to remember you. If someone remembers you, cares about you, and thinks about you, I will not come to the world alone, right?"

Crystal tears flashed in Wanpin's eyes, and the tears were lit with a yin fire. Her body was twisted and she was almost snatching the door, but her feet were growing on the ground, as if they had grown a root. She shouted in a low and depressed manner, "You must remember, just say it yourself! What do you do if you do with me!"

Hailan approached her slowly, letting her tears freely, and her tone was so gentle that she almost melted. "I'll go? Will the emperor believe me when I go? In this life, I'm the best with my sister, and anyone knows it. The emperor will not believe me, and he will not believe anyone who has a good relationship with others. This was the case in the previous dynasty, and so in the harem."

"But that's not possible!" Wanpin Wan almost felt relieved, and held Hailan's sleeve tightly and approached her. "Let the imperial concubine have children and daughters, and she has the ability to turn over every time she loses favor. After the death of the Empress of Yikun Palace, she has the power of the six palaces! What am I? I am a small concubine, a small concubine who has not even heard of loud voices."

"It doesn't matter if others don't hear it, as long as the emperor hears it." Hailan stared at her meaningfully, with a cold light like a deep sea ice in her eyes. "Only you can try such a thing." She snorted, reached out to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and then took back her body and sat upright. "It doesn't matter if others don't hear it, as long as the emperor hears it. Don't think that the imperial concubine is so big that she has thousands of honors. After these years, she has long been vulnerable. As long as the person who punches is the emperor, no one can resist it."

Concubine Wan still resisted, "No! Why don't you let Concubine Dun go? She is so favored, the emperor will listen to her!"

Hailan smiled, and her smile was light, "Concubine Dun? She is just a shadow of her sister. Her existence reminds the imperial concubine at all times that her sister has not left here, and she is still in the emperor's heart."

Wanpin stared at her suspiciously, stayed silently for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "But, I will die."

Hailan sat upright in the shadows on the corner of the couch. The rosewood couch was covered with a half-old gray-green velvet mattress, which made her look like moss growing in the wet corners, and was so cold that she was not angry. After watching for a long time, it seemed that people had become wood, dull and stiff. Outside, the sound of firecrackers was the heat and bloom of the breath of gunpowder. The excitement belonged to others and had nothing to do with them. Hailan sneered, "Is there any difference in the eyes of others when you live or die like this? You are still breathing, but in the eyes of many people, you are dead! Walking corpse! Just like me! You hear the firecrackers outside, so short, and there is a sound. Who remembers you?"

Wanbin listened in a daze. I don’t know how long it took, the scent of firecrackers had dissipated. She leaned down weakly, leaned on Hailan’s knees, and twisted the plain silk scarf in her hand. "It has been decades, and I have served the emperor for decades. In the past few decades, I have been favored and counted it with my fingers. The emperor gave me a position and gave me a kindness, and he can’t let me down. But in this life, he has so many women and so many beloved concubines, he will never remember me." She moaned softly, like a self-mockery laugh, or like a sad cry, "Yu

As for the emperor, what is the difference between me and a pillow and a quilt in the bedroom? I have used it and used it, and I will leave it behind. Sister Hailan, I just want the emperor to remember me. I don’t want to be a silent soul in the small tomb of the Concubine. Everyone has favors, and only I have the luck I have picked up. I am just a small maid in the hidden residence. I am occasionally favored by the emperor, so I can live in this palace. I know I am humble and I know I have suffered the blessings I should not have received. But I am also a woman. I will also dream and dream about it. I can live to be remembered once, just once."

Hailan sat quietly, listening to her sob crying, and slowly shed tears.

That night, no one knew what Wanpin, who was dressed in a simple dress, quietly walked into the Yangxin Palace with Li Yu and said to the emperor.

The red trunks are long and bright, and they are bright all night long.

Wanpin just sat in the sedan chair tiredly at dawn. When she saw Hailan waiting in her palace, she said softly: "I have never said so much to the emperor in my life. But the emperor, he is willing to hear it for so long."

Hailan hugged her and chuckled softly, "That's because everything you say is very nice, the emperor likes to listen."

Wanbin tiredly put her head on Hailan's shoulder, "You forced me to say these words. But it's so satisfying to be forced by you once. I have never been so pleased. I've finished saying anyone I like and hate. Even if I'm dragged out immediately and chopped my head off by the emperor, I won't regret it!"

Hailan quietly stroked her face with a calm expression, "Your voice sounds so good. You can only say such good things to the emperor in the palace. The emperor likes to listen to you."

Wanpin closed her eyes, her eyelids trembled slightly, and she flapped her eyelashes like wings about to fly. Her makeup melted slightly in the morning light, but her face was extremely peaceful, "I know, because I have lived without fighting for half my life, I have no dependent on anyone, and no offense, I live so much that I am not as good as a grain of dust. However, I have been talking for so long, and I don't even remember what I said."

Hailan smiled gently, "Well. If you live for a while, then your words will dissipate with your anger. It's better if you don't remember it. But what about the emperor, what does the emperor remember?"

Wanpin's eyelids suddenly jumped, "I forgot what you taught me, but I remembered my own words firmly."

Hailan's old eyebrows had uneasy folds, "You yourself? What did you say?"

Wanbin sighed depressedly, "No matter how much you say, the emperor will inevitably believe it. He asked me, and he looked into my eyes and asked me. How can I know these things so clearly? I said, "Your Majesty, you don't care about me, and others underestimate me, but I don't know that the more I do this, the more I can see it more clearly. The emperor half-believing and half-doubting, so he asked me, why did you come to tell me at this time?"

Hailan's tone was as gentle as the wind under the eaves of March, with the soft and soft wind clamping with flowers and rain, but her eyes were staring at Wanpin's neck, like a sharp needle, almost piercing her tired body, "What did you say? Don't hide your grievances in your heart, throw them all to the emperor. Tell him to take a good look, the woman he had neglected for decades, leaving all her blood and tears."

The temporary silence was almost so cramped that it was so irritating. She felt the heat of the liquid, and a few tremors suddenly ejaculated in her heart. Many years ago, she also relied on another person in this way, thinking that by supporting each other in this way, she could survive this noisy and boring life. But it turned out that they didn't even know where the ends of their lives were scattered, and they couldn't see them.

Wanpin closed her eyes, as if she was afraid of being extremely scared, curled up in her arms, suddenly opened her eyes, looked straight at Hailan, and said in a hard voice: "Yes. I tell the emperor, but I know that my grievances are not important. The emperor heard it for a moment of pity and passed by. I know what the emperor feared the most, I know." She lowered her voice, like a snake spitting out a core, and hissed, "I looked at the emperor, I said, "I didn't dare to say it before, but now the fifteenth prince is old and is handsome and brave, and is the pillar of our Qing Dynasty's future. I'm afraid not to say it." She gritted her teeth and was as dying as a dynasty. "I said, "Your Majesty, if the fifteenth prince becomes a great man and has the imperial concubine like this, who will our Qing Dynasty fall into?"

Hailan was shocked, "Did you say such things?"

Wanpin nodded heavily, unable to hide her confusion, and held her sleeve and said, "I know, since I said this today, if I can't put the imperial concubine to death, will there be my way out in the future? Compared with the country, what is the love for decades? Although I have never won in recent years, I must not lose now."

Hailan tried her best to calm down her somewhat disordered breath, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, gently stroked Wanpin's white and fluffy hair, and laughed: "What? Do you hate the imperial concubine too?"

"I originally said what you taught me just to fight for a breath, and I also vented my anger for me, for you, and for the deceased Imperial Palace. Because for so many years, I have been like a maid below, as a maid, as a princess, as a concubine, as a concubine, as a concubine, as a concubine, as a personal, as a person, as a dare not say, as a dare not do, as a person. The more I say, as a more I know, the more I have hatred in my heart over the past few decades, because in my loneliest age, it was her blooming in full swing in the gentleness and lingering of the emperor."

Hailan's voice was so soft that it was almost intoxicating. "What the emperor is most taboo about is how many people she harmed, but how she was arrogant and arrogant, and was not arrogant. Wasn't it the same when she harmed the queen's sister?"

Wanpin was slightly ecstatic and narrowed her eyes, "But even if I say this, the emperor may not believe it."

Hailan smiled softly, "It doesn't matter. I never want the emperor to believe it deeply. I just want the emperor to be suspicious. Suspicion is a dark ghost, and the emperor is at most suspicious. How many people die on the word "suspicious" and I don't believe she can escape."

Wanpin held Hailan's thin hand with bulging veins, "Sister Hailan, now I know why the Empress of Yikun Palace likes to be with you. Your hands are so warm, and your words make people feel comfortable. Don't leave, you are here to accompany me, and we sisters are just a companion."

Hailan looked at the gradually brighter sky outside the window, like a woman's desperate face painted pink and white, shed red tears. It was so lonely to watch the sunrise and setting alone every day.

Loneliness is bone-bone.

But isn't the same with the half-old woman around her? She has at least Ruyi, Yongqi, and generations of descendants who have continued with Yongqi's bloodline. She has the emperor's short-term but much longer-lasting favor than Wanpin. So she has thoughts and memories, supporting her to spend every similar and boring day. Therefore, she understands that Wanpin's loneliness, that silent loneliness, will slowly corrode people, corrode them into holes, and then weather into a wisp of dust and sand blown by the wind in the deep palace.

When the emperor saw Hailan again, he was in Meiwu. Although the emperor cared about Yongqi's life and treated Hailan quite well over the years, the two of them had never had such a face-to-face conversation for more than ten years. After many years of Meiwu construction, Hailan was the first time that she had come back. She looked at every arrangement of Meiwu carefully and was already filled with tears.

The emperor patted her on the shoulder and valued her opinions very much, "Look, do you like this?"

Hailan couldn't bear to look away, "Meiwu, they are all plum blossoms. I like it very much."

After hearing this sentence, the emperor was very satisfied, but what he talked about was the tenth daughter of the emperor and Princess Xiao who had just been born. This tenth daughter of the emperor was born in Yikun Palace and was supremely loved by the emperor. Such a deep fatherly affection makes people suddenly remember the fifth princess He Yi, who was also born in Yikun Palace but died prematurely many years ago.

The emperor mentioned the recent situation of Yongqi's son Mianyi and sighed. Finally, the emperor suddenly became interested and took out a hu of Nanyang pearls and gave them to Hailan. The pearls were the size of pigeon eggs, and Hua Zeran was bright. Even though Hailan had seen the strange colors with Ruyi, she was still secretly amazed.

The emperor signaled Li Yu to bring a bucket of pearls to Hailan. Hailan only glanced lightly, smiled and thanked her, not surprised or happy.

The emperor said, "I heard that you eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name all day long and stay away from home. The Yanxi Palace was originally cold and damp, so it was not suitable to live in seclusion. It would be better to come and talk to me often. The only people who came to the secret residence were you and Wanpin."

Hailan smiled and said, "I am old and slow, afraid that I can't answer the emperor's words. This is a hu of pearls..." She thought, "When my sister was there, she loved pearls. Unfortunately, when the precious pearls were also yellow."

The emperor understood, "You want to say that Nagato has no washing, why should pearls comfort the lonely?"

Hailan smiled slightly, "No, the emperor is grateful to the six palaces, I am so grateful. I heard that the emperor gave the imperial concubine a new watermelon tourmaline, as big as a palm."

The emperor smiled: "I have ordered people to carve it into the water lotus that the imperial concubine likes, so that she can hold it in her hands and play with it."

Hailan wanted to laugh, but she still pursed her lips reservedly. The emperor had not given such a generous reward for a long time, so the imperial concubine must be very moved.

However, the emperor was not interested in continuing to talk about the imperial concubine. At this time, the plum blossoms in the imperial garden were even more favorable. Hai Lan knew it and accompanied the emperor out.

The emperor's gentle eyes swept away the coldness of the first month of Han Shuo, and put a sable cloak on her shoulder with his own hands. Hailan did not express any flattery. The emperor expected her calmness and gently took her hand, "Concubine Yu, accompany me to the Imperial Garden." Li Yu understood and hurriedly led the palace people to take back ten steps and followed from afar.

It was sunny and cold in winter, and the sky was blue and blue. The emperor sighed slightly, "It has been decades, you haven't walked with me."

Hailan smiled slightly and said briefly: "Yes."

It was sunny and cold in winter, and the sky was blue and blue. The emperor sighed slightly, "It has been decades, you haven't walked with me."

Hailan smiled slightly and said briefly: "Yes."

The emperor apologized slightly, "Yongqi died young, you are lonely, I can't spend more time with you."

Hailan is respectful and natural, "The emperor is concerned about the people of the world, so he doesn't have to worry about his concubines."
To be continued...