It seems that it rains every day in the claustrophobic palace. Although I know that someone lives with me, it is always silent. It seems that after staying for a long time, people have become ghosts and no movement.

Ruyi and Wang Xin wrinkled the veil and were busy cleaning. Although they were pampered since childhood and did not work hard, they could do it slowly by force themselves. She and Wang Xin were busy in and out, clearly feeling that they had eyes peeking at them, but suddenly turned around and there was no one.

Wangxin was a little scared: "My master, are you a human or a ghost living here?"

Ruyi calmed down and said in a deep voice: "Of course it's human, how can there be ghosts in this world?"

Wang Xin was a little uneasy and flipped over the burden: "I had known that I would have prepared more candles. It was pitch black regardless of day or night, which made people scared to see it."

At night, the two finally packed up and settled. Because there were only two candles given every day, both of them accumulated like treasures. In addition, they were tired, and they fell asleep as soon as they were dark. Not long after they lay down, they felt that the quilt covered with colder and colder, as if the wind was blowing. The wind freely walked between the beams and pillars of the corridor, blew up the dilapidated window paper, and the window frames swayed creakingly, and burst out bursts of thorns that were about to scrape through the eardrums. Slap, and then, as if suddenly knocking on the already uneasy heart.

The lightning suddenly lit up, and outside the broken paper window, there was a clear shadow suddenly swaying by. Wang Xin was so scared that he screamed: "There are ghosts - there are ghosts -"

Ruyi didn't have time to put on her clothes, so she lit a candle and opened the door suddenly and rushed to the outside. The fragile fire light struggled faintly in the whirling wind for a few times before it went out. The surroundings were pitch black, and only a few dilapidated palace lanterns shook with faint fire light and occasional lightning that flashed across the sky, illuminating the dilapidated courtyard.

Ruyi simply threw the candlestick in her hand, and the metal rolled on the ground with a harsh sound. Ruyi shouted: "No matter whether you are human or ghost, since I am here, I can't leave. Even if I am a human or a ghost, I will stay with you. If you have the ability, come out and show me, pretend to be a ghost. Will the abandoned women only do such things?"

Wangxin then rushed out and put on an outer dress on her: "Little master, little master, it's wind, it's going to rain, be careful to catch a cold!"

Ruyi pulled off her clothes and threw them into her hand, and said sternly: "If you have the ability, come out, what's the scary thing? If I die here immediately, I will be better than you who pretend to be a god and only be able to spy secretly! If you want to scare me, even if you become a ghost, you will only dodge and avoid it when you see me!"

As lightning flashed past, several old and broken faces appeared faintly. Ruyi had a plan and turned around and took the pastries from the bags in the room, threw them one by one in the appearance. Soon, several older women turned out from behind the pillars, snatched pastries, laughed and left with satisfaction.

Ruyi felt a little relieved, and said anxiously: "My little master..."

Ruyi said: "Even if a ghost is greedy for food, what's there to be afraid of?"

A shrill sneer slowly turned out from behind Liangzhu. Ruyi looked at the dim palace lanterns, but an elderly woman slowly walked over. Her clothes were a little cleaner and stretched than the rest of the people, but her hair was gray and her face was wrinkled, and she looked old and in her sixties or seventies.

Seeing that she walked in calmly, it was not like others greedy for pastries. Knowing that this person must be unusual, Ruyi, first bowed and said, "My younger generation, Ulanara, Ruyi, please pay tribute to her senior?"

"Senior?" the old woman touched her face and said sternly, "I am very young?"

Seeing her sinister, Ruyi couldn't help but feel a little afraid, so she had to say calmly: "Since I've been here, what's the use of youth and beauty? On the contrary, only when I've lived a long life can I survive."

"Old and longevity?" the woman sneered repeatedly, "It is better to die than to survive in such a place where there is no light."

A hint of hardness flashed through Ruyi's heart: "Although that's the case, the senior did not seek death, so he knew that ants were still greedy for life."

Although the old woman was old, a trace of light flashed in her eyes: "Yes, few people who came to the Cold Palace could stand it. The few you just saw were already crazy. Those you couldn't see could not stand it. There were many dead souls in the Cold Palace, aren't you afraid?"

Ruyi said sadly: "Sooner or later, you will become one of the dead souls. Thinking about it this way, what's scary?"

The woman smiled unquestionably: "The cold palace has finally come an anomaly." After she said that, Piaomiao left.

Ruyi took a step back and felt that her vest's pajamas were already wet with cold sweat. Ruyi breathed a sigh of relief, patted Yangxin's hand and said, "I have seen it, I can sleep peacefully."

He was afraid to stick with Ruyi, and Ruyi smiled and said, "Let's sleep with me."

A night of storms and rain, it was a gloomy weather when I got up. Wang Xin followed Ruyi and asked carefully: "Do you really want to see it?"

Ruyi changed into a simpler robe and deliberately dressed up in dust: "Last night they could no longer hold back and came to see me. Wouldn't I go to see them?"

In fact, the place where she lives is separated from the others. She turned around in a yard, but she heard the rustling sound in front of her, as if there were many people watching something. She walked over quickly and was so scared that she couldn't help but take a step back. It turned out that in an empty palace, a woman hung herself high on the beam, with only her feet shaking, and every move, a little dust was scattered.

Wang Xin screamed in fear and pointed at him, "Little Master, little master, someone has been hanged."

The onlookers just looked at the two of them coldly, then looked at the hanging woman, and dispersed without surprise. Someone laughed with envy: "It's great, she went to see the late emperor. When the late emperor saw her, he would definitely favor her. It's so blessed."

The slightly neat old woman came out from behind the crowd last night and looked at Yangxin indifferently: "Don't make a fuss. There are people who can't stand suicide every day. You will know if you live for a long time in the future."

Wang Xin was so scared that her face turned pale and she was trembling and unable to speak. The old woman said lightly: "Where are you? When can you even hang yourself up?"

Ruyi felt her body tremble a little uncontrollably. She pointed to the woman on the beam and said, "What should she do?"

The old woman smiled strangely: "After a guard will come to drag her out, drag her to the incineration site and burn it, buried it. It's so good, I'm dead, melted, and finally left this ghost place."

Wang Xin was surprised and said, "There are guards here too?"

The old woman looked at her with contempt: "Of course. Otherwise, you can push the door from here anytime and anywhere?" Wang Xin went to slap the door in panic and exclaimed: "Is there anyone? Is there anyone? Someone inside is hanging!"

After a long time, a guard with a head-on look lazily leaned in and took a look, waved his hand and said, "Ling Yunche, Zhao Jiuxiao, you two go and clean up."

He was obviously an individual, but he was treated as an object, and he had no dignity after his death, but was just "purged". Seeing that the two big men reached out and hurriedly said, "You are two men, how can you reach out to touch the corpse of the concubines in the previous dynasty so offensively?"

Ling Yunche then saw Ruyi. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was slightly shocked by her appearance. After holding his breath for a moment, he stopped and stopped touching him.

Zhao Jiuxiao smiled lazily and said, "No, okay! Then we brothers will stop doing it, so you can do it yourself."

Ruyi was agitated by him. Thinking of her future fate, she didn't realize that the rabbit died and the fox was sad. She pulled out the long knife from his waist and threw it into Yingxin's hand: "Yingxin, stand on the stool and cut off the rope. I'll hold her underneath."

My heart was a little trembling, but when she saw Ruyi choosing to hold the body, she could not imagine that she had to stand on the stool and cut off the rope hanging on the beam. The corpse had a great impact. Ruyi couldn't hold it at all, and staggered and fell to the ground with the body. She was so close to the corpse that she could almost touch the cold breath of death on the body and the dry and cold skin that had completely lost its angry skin.

She threw her hands away and couldn't help but lean over and retching a few times.

Zhao Jiuxiao seemed to be watching an interesting excitement: "Since you are so scared, why are you showing off? Since you don't allow us brothers to touch you, we won't carry this corpse!"

Ruyi raised her face and looked at him coldly and said, "If I enter the cold palace, I can go out half a step, so you naturally don't need to move this body. Besides, I just want you not to touch it directly with your hands, not to let you carry it out."

Ling Yunche glanced at her strangely: "What do you think you should do?"

Ruyi turned around and wanted to find a large piece of corpse around her, but there was no trace of it. The old woman was watching coldly, but seeing her like this, she turned around and carried a huge white cloth next door: "I kept this piece for myself, so let her use it first. But before I leave tomorrow, you must sew a piece of shroud in your clothes to send me away."

Ruyi said gratefully: "Yes." She and Wang Xin wrapped the body in cloth, leaving two places to lift at the ends, and said: "I'm sorry, you two."

Seeing her in such trouble, Zhao Jiuxiao was already angry and looked at the sky lazily and refused to take action. Ling Yunche couldn't see it, so he reached out and pushed him, saying, "Go on, there's something else to do when you're done."

Zhao Jiuxiao understood and smiled and said, "Only you have something else, but I don't have it."

Ling Yunche ignored it and reached out to raise one end of the body. Zhao Jiuxiao also took the initiative and went out together.

Ruyi then breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly returned to the room to wash her face and hands desperately, and changed into clean clothes. The disgusting feeling was not that strong. The old woman walked into her room rushingly, as if she had entered a deserted place. She found a clean teacup and poured some white water and drank it: "Since you are so scared, don't touch it."

Ruyi cleans her hands: "One day, I will do that, right?"

The old woman ignored it and said, "Didn't you ever think about going out alive?"

Ruyi hesitated for a moment: "How many years have you been here for me?"

The old woman glanced at her: "Senior? Do I don't have a name?"

Seeing that she was strange in nature, Ruyi hurriedly said respectfully: "I would like to ask you for advice."

The old woman dusted her clothes: "I am the concubine of the late emperor." She sneered, "But I have never been lucky in my life and have a famous position, so I was locked up here."

Ruyi hurriedly stood up and said, "My younger generation, Ruyi, Ulanara, has seen Concubine Ji."

"Taipin?" She smiled sadly, "Yes. After the late emperor passed away, I have become Taipin? Unfortunately, he is Taipin who is raising his old age in Shoukang Palace, as noble as a phoenix in the sky; I am Taipin who is locked up here to spend his years and years, as cheap as an insect." She suddenly woke up, "You said you are the Ulanara clan? Who is the Empress of the late emperor, Ulanara clan?"

Ruyi said, "The two Ulanara queens are my aunts."

"Two?" Ji Taipin sneered, "One is powerful enough. However, no matter how powerful it is, it is still powerful. Otherwise, how could you even fall into the cold palace? However, I have been in this cold palace for eight or nine years and have never heard of anyone going out. I really want to see if the daughter of the Ulanara family can go out."

Ruyi was surprised and said, "You have only been to the cold palace for eight or nine years, so you are this year..."

Ji Taiping stroked her face and said sadly: "Do you think I am seventy and eighty? The year when I was forced into this ghost place by the empress dowager, the old witch, was twenty-six years old, and now I am only thirty-five." Ruyi was so shocked that she couldn't make any sound in her throat, so she could only stare at her with unbelievable eyes. Ji Taiping regained the indifference she had just now: "The days here are a year. If you can't stand it, it depends on your own."

Ruyi watched her go out, her panic finally turned into uneasiness and sorrow: "I'm sorry, let you come with me in this place."

The son was a little afraid, but he was calm: "Where is the little master, and where is the servant."

Ruyi could no longer bear the pain in her heart. The pain was originally just like insects and ants slowly gnawing. She didn't feel that it was so painful and difficult to bear when she first entered the cold palace. But she seemed to be a person who had been numb for a long time. At this moment, she suddenly lowered her head and realized that most of her body and hair had been eaten away by this tiny swallowing. The shock and pain made her unable to see or think about it. It turned out that she had really lost so much, her status, family, glory, and the trust she had always relied on.

However, she had no choice. People had their own desires in any situation, such as Jiapin wanted to give birth to a prince; Concubine Hui wanted to be favored as before; while A Ruo wanted to be loyal to the holy people. What she wanted was to learn to survive first, just to survive.

What was Ling Yunche, who was outside the door, after sending the bodies of the concubines in the cold palace to the incineration site for burning? His slightly red and heroic face and sparse sword eyebrows also flew up. He stood in the remote corridor of the cold palace and Cuiyun Pavilion, looking up and looking forward to the bright girl rushing towards him. That was the most beautiful and happy scene that the cold palace guards who had no future without a chance to see.

The girl was like a light butterfly slapped the narrow and deserted stone slab in front of the cold palace. Although she was wearing the most ordinary green clothes of the palace maid, her beautiful face as beautiful as jade and Qiongying was still like the brightest color, and it hit him unstoppably.

When Yun Che saw her approaching, he hurriedly said with concern: "Yanwan, run slower. When you are tired of running later, you have to work as a job again, which is even more exhausting."

Yan Wan held Wuhuoyi's slender waist and gasped slightly, saying, "I just have to run faster to see you more." Her face was not sure whether she ran too fast or shy, but she showed a coral-like tender look, "Brother Yun Che, have you been waiting for a long time?"

Yun Che hurriedly said, "No. I just came a little earlier so that I could watch you come. I agreed with Jiuxiao that he would take me for a while."

Yan Wan was relieved a little, and smiled like a flower and said, "That's good. I also filed a leave with Aunt Fen from Sizhiku, saying that her stomach was uncomfortable and she came out." She looked around and sighed, "On weekdays, you and Zhao Jiuxiao must be very hard, right? What you can do every day is to stay at the door and look at the sky, or go in and carry the bodies for them. Brother Yun Che, why are we all so miserable and have no day to stand out?"

Yun Che said: "Do you still want to leave the Sizhiku?"

Yan Wan said sadly: "Although I serve the emperor's clothes, I only deal with clothes every day, and one day I can have a good future. Brother Yunche, I am only fourteen years old, and I don't want to be shouted at the Sizhiku all my life. If I go to a better palace to serve the favored little master, I can also pull you away from here. Then we..."

Yun Che shook his head and said, "Why do you have to? There are naturally many troubles in the favored little master's palace. You don't know if the one who entered the cold palace yesterday was the emperor's concubine Xian, and you still want to be in the cold palace for a lifetime? What's more, it's a little palace maid. She deserves to be beaten to death by her master. It's better to live peacefully in the Sizhiku."

Yan Wan pouted and felt a little aggrieved: "It's Qingjing, Ansheng, but if I stay there after the age of twenty-five, I would be sent out of the palace. Although I was born in the Huangqi Baoyi, if I hadn't committed a few years ago and lost my official position, my family's lintel was lower, and I would have been a princess at least. But now I am just a palace maid sent to the palace by Baoyi's slave family. If I don't have a good place and no good master to point out my marriage, then I and you... and you..." She was so shy that she couldn't continue and looked at his eyes and asked, "Brother Yunche, your intentions have not changed, right?"

Yun Che said earnestly: "Of course not. Although I entered the palace three years earlier than you and were six years older than you, it was not easy to meet my hometown and I... and I am in love with you, and my intentions will never change."

Yan Wan was happy, and her sweet smile bloomed on the corner of her lips again: "That's good. Yesterday was the day when Jiapin, Meipin and Shenchang were performing the title ceremony. In a few days, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will immediately select palace maids to serve them. If I could serve Jiapin or Shenchang was there, they would be the ones who are most favored in the palace now." She pressed her cuffs: "I have already saved a small amount of silver. At that time, as long as I bribed Aunt Fen, she would be willing to recommend me." She looked at Yun Che in embarrassment: "It's just that I'm afraid the money is not enough..."

Yun Che frowned in embarrassment and said, "Don't worry, I have some salary. If it doesn't work, I will think of other solutions."

Yan Wan nodded happily, a trace of stubbornness flashed in her eyes: "Brother Yunche, I have no one else in the palace, I can only rely on you." She stretched out her hands, revealing the old and new scars on her fingers, and said sadly: "Brother Yunche, I have been ironing clothes every day for two years. As long as one of the aunts in charge is unhappy, they can throw hot iron at me and throw charcoal ash into me. I really don't want to be a palace maid in the Four-Secret Library for the rest of my life, nor do you want you to be trapped in the cold palace for the rest of your life. I know, you always want to be a dignified Shenwumen guard, or even work in front of the emperor's imperial guard. Don't worry, as long as we seize the opportunity, we will definitely not surrender."

Yun Che nodded and carefully said for her: "I feel more sorry for you being bullied than I am just ambitions and wasting my years in the cold palace. Don't worry, I will definitely find a way."

Yan Wan was carefully held by him, and her heart was as warm as a slush, as if ten thousand feet of sunshine fell, not as warm as the warmth and warmth at this moment. She touched a dim ruby ​​ring on her left finger. It was made of ruby ​​powder grinding. It was not worth much, but it was a heart that Ling Yunche gave her. They were originally a poor couple in the Forbidden City. It was warm enough to have this kind of heart. She said softly: "Sometimes, no matter how hard or tired you are, I feel much more comfortable when I see the ring you gave me."

Yun Che's face turned slightly red, and he said for a moment: "Yanwan, I know I don't have much money, so I can only give you a ring with gem powder. But I have the best one, and I will definitely give it to you, believe me."

Yanwan's face was flushed, she lowered her head and kissed Yun Che's finger, and turned around shyly and ran away.

Long after Yan Wan left, Yun Che's eyes touched the closed and mottled door of the Cold Palace again. He gradually realized that his willingness to help the strange and stubborn woman in the Cold Palace was probably because her face was three-point similar to Yan Wan, who was as beautiful as lotus. Thinking of this, his heart became softer, as if it was soaked in the spring water, warmly basking under the spring sun. There was nothing happier than this.

Ruyi cleans her hands: "One day, I will do that, right?"
To be continued...