Rebirth: The imperial concubine is no longer jealous, and the emperor panics

Lu Lingchuan walked to the dragon's bed, but he did not get on the bed.

When the two of them slept together, they would always sleep peacefully in it. So at this time, he was still accustomed to waiting, waiting for her to get on the bed first.

And Shen Yao hesitated in her steps, thinking of sleeping on the same bed with the Dog Emperor, even if it was the last time, she still felt reluctant to do so.

Outside the hall, the sound of Sanskrit chanting by the great monk Xiu Yuan, accompanied by a mysterious medicinal fragrance, came in waves, making people drowsy.

"Yao'er." Lu Lingchuan called her warmly, looking at her with his eyes.

No matter how reluctant Shen Yao was, she still walked slowly to the bedside.

She was about to go to the couch as soon as her heart filled her heart.

His hand was held by Lu Lingchuan. He pointed at the sachet and jade hanging around Shen Yao's waist, and then pointed blankly at the dress on her body.

Shen Yao held her forehead, forgetting that this guy loves cleanliness and is quite pretentious in his daily life.

She then raised her voice and ordered the palace people to bring water in.

After washing up, Shen Yao took off her outer shirt, wearing only a snow-white thin silk lining, and climbed up to the inside of the dragon bed.

And the ambergris that the emperor smoked every day floated faintly into her nose.

After the side of his body was slightly sunken, Lu Lingchuan also lay beside her.

He stretched out his hand and searched for it on the couch for a while. He touched Shen Yong's hand and held it firmly.

He said to her softly, "Master Xiu Yuan said that we should sleep hand in hand tonight."

Shen Yao also remembered the great monk's words, so he didn't struggle. Ren Lu Lingchuan covered the two of them with the same thin quilt and slowly closed his eyes.

The Sanskrit sounds came out more and more clearly, and the lamps outside the hall were also blown out. The water-like moonlight gently flowed in from the Xuan window, illuminating the gold bricks in front of the dragon bed.

Shen Yao had been frightened for the past few days and soon fell asleep.

In the back garden of Shen's house, a fat Yaya, a toddler, was chasing a beauty in a red dress, babbling and shouting: "Mother"

"Yao'er is good!"

Her mother knelt down, stretched out her hand towards her, pounced forward Shen Yao, laughed loudly, and fell into her arms.

On another lonely piece of snow, Lu Lingchuan walked with his hands behind his back.

The bright yellow imperial guard of honor followed him silently.

On the Queen Mother's birthday in June, the imperial concubine presented a Buddha statue embroidered with gold and silver threads and decorated with South China Sea pearls to the Queen Mother.

He never interfered much with the affairs of the harem. But at this time, the Bai family army was about to go on an expedition. The Queen Mother advocated frugality in the previous harem, but the imperial concubine was extravagant, which offended the Queen Mother.

For such a trivial matter, if she were an ordinary concubine, she would only receive a few words of reprimand. But this arrogant concubine was still cursing the Queen Mother even in her dream.

The Queen Mother is Lu Lingchuan's biological mother, and she is his closest relative and respected person.

So that day, in a rage, the emperor slapped the imperial concubine. But the Queen Mother was still angry.

Information about the impeachment of the imperial concubine from the previous dynasty was handed to him like a snowflake every day.

In desperation, Lu Lingchuan had no choice but to order the imperial concubine to be confined to Zichen Palace.

However, Shen Yao was not considerate of him at all. Not only did she not admit her mistake, she also wrote a letter and paid someone to deliver it to him.

It was he who spoiled the imperial concubine rotten.

The letters sent from Zichen's palace were full of words about acknowledging mistakes and repentance. They were all long-winded and chattering explanations to him.

Shen Yao's defense was nothing more than saying that the Queen Mother was his mother, and she had always regarded the Queen Mother as her own mother, and would never have any disrespectful thoughts.

But in this harem, there are never too few sincere people.

At this time, the Bai family was the hero of the previous dynasty in regaining the isolated city. Therefore, if Shen Yao is sensible, he should not ask for justice and innocence at this time, but should reflect on himself and stay humble.

Therefore, Lu Lingchuan decided to stay in silence for a while.

Wait for her to realize, regret, and change.

After waiting for a long time, there was still no news from Zichen Palace that he was willing to repent.

It seems that the daughter of a civil servant who grew up in the hands of the Taifu is always strong and unyielding. Even after being imprisoned for a whole winter, she still refused to bow to him.

Today, the nun who was guarding Zichen Palace even sent a message to the emperor, saying that the imperial concubine was angry and had not eaten or drank for several days.

Lu Lingchuan knew that with Shen's slim body, he could always cope with daily meals in just a few bites.

Now that she was angry, she refused to eat or drink. After all, he still felt sorry for her because she was afraid that Shen Yao would starve.

Therefore, even though there were numerous memorials on the document, Lu Lingchuan still sent the courtiers away and hurried to Zichen Palace.

It has been a long time since he set foot in Zichen Palace.

In the past, Zichen Palace was a prosperous and bustling place. Every time Lu Lingchuan came, he could always hear the concubine's delicate laughter from a distance.

But today, as we get closer, there is only deathly silence everywhere.

Such silence hurt Lu Lingchuan's heart.

A lively woman who loves to laugh and make fun, I don’t know how she survived the days when she lost the favor of her husband.

Of course, he wasn't having it easy either. After dealing with the noisy old ministers in the court, when I returned to Xingning Palace, I had to face the silence of sleeping alone on the acacia bed.

Life is short, emperors ascend high and few live.

Lu Lingchuan made up his mind. As long as the imperial concubine admitted her mistake to him today, he would be willing to coax her gently. Two people, let's make peace.

The road ahead will be long, and if Yao'er can't hold Yao'er's hand and walk with her all the way, how lonely he will be.

Passing through the palace eaves with red walls and white snow, Lu Lingchuan suddenly saw the scene on the vast snow in the front yard of Zichen Palace. His heart was almost broken.

On the snow, the noble concubine with disheveled hair and bare feet was chasing the old lady guarding the palace.

"Yao'er, what are you doing!"

Lu Lingchuan let out a loud shout, and then walked quickly towards Shen Yao.

The woman with thin clothes and three thousand black hairs stopped what she was doing and looked over.

There was some surprise in the eyes that stared at him at first, but soon it was replaced by more confusion and confusion.

"Get some hot soup!"

Lu Lingchuan ordered the palace attendant carrying the food box beside him to catch Shen Yao who was retreating step by step.

"It's still so unseemly."

Thinking that she was still chasing the white-haired old palace man just now, Lu Lingchuan couldn't help but scolded her.

Shen Yao shook his head sadly. She shook her head, big tears constantly falling from her eyes, and she looked like she wanted to argue.

Lu Lingchuan sighed, took the soup from the little eunuch's hand, and asked her in a deep voice, "Are you going to drink it yourself, or do you want me to feed you?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw her shaking her head crazily and retreating with her toes curled.

A pair of small jade feet that used to be porcelain white were now bruised by the cold, and he felt heartbroken when he saw them.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty has been arrogant and domineering these days, and her mind has become a little unclear." The little eunuch replied in his ear.

Lu Lingchuan grabbed Shen Yao, restrained her with his strong arms, pinched her jaw, and poured the soup into her mouth.

Shen Yao was crying, stroking her lower abdomen with one hand, and kept struggling in his hand...

Soon, the soup bowl reached the bottom, exuding a strong smell of alcohol.

The soup did not warm her little body. The person in his arms twitched slightly, and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose.

Lu Lingchuan was going crazy. Frightened, he stretched out his sleeve to wipe the blood from her mouth.

Shen Yao, whose eyes were blurred with tears, ignored the pain and still had a sob in her throat, trying to speak to him.

Every word is soaked in blood and tears.

That was her blessing and farewell to him.

"I wish your Majesty a happy life."

"The next life,..."

"Yao'er, don't scare me!"

"Yao'er, don't scare brother Lingchuan..."

He cried and tried to wipe away her blood.

She lost too much blood.

He couldn't wipe it clean no matter what,...

And at this moment, a voice of praise sounded around him and her,——

"Long live my emperor!"

"My emperor is wise!"

The palace maid and eunuch beside her knelt on the ground, "Go and tell the Queen Mother the good news. Your Majesty personally blessed the evil concubine Shen Yao to death!"

Lu Lingchuan went numb when he heard three shouts of long live.

As for the little man in his arms, bright red blood kept pouring out of his mouth and nose, staining his dragon robe red. It was still winding on the snow, leaving blood everywhere...

He saw her beautiful big eyes, and her expression gradually faded.

Her lowered hands were suddenly unable to spread out. In the palm of my hand, a small piece of steamed bun mixed with old elm leaves fell out.

He hugged her, cried bitterly, and kept shouting outside the palace,——

"Send it to the doctor quickly!"

"Send the imperial doctor to come and save my Yao'er!"

Lu Lingchuan hugged the cold little body in his arms and shouted like crazy.

Soon, Wang Dafu came in a hurry, leading the imperial hospital's Yongzheng and a group of imperial doctors.

The fat eunuch took one look from a distance and started to cry loudly, "My noble concubine..."

With tears in Zhang Songhe's eyes, he said, "Your Majesty, I can't help you. My dear concubine, she has already passed away."

Zhang Songhe kowtowed his head in panic.

"Don't you know, Your Majesty? Your Majesty has been carrying an heir for three months."

"Your Majesty has gone, please express your condolences!"