When Rong mama travels through Zhen Huan's biography

Xuan Ling has not set foot in the harem for a long time, from the cold winter to the warm spring.In spring, flowers bloom, new life is born, and some people die.

Xuan Ling hugged the twin dragon son in a daze and died... her queen...

The two children seemed to feel the adults' emotions, and they were too scared to cry. Concubine Hua took the children and said, "The emperor's condolences."

The soul of Nanny Rong sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Xuan Ling. This life is enough, there are sons and daughters, and there are people who love her and her love.

Slowly walking towards the white light outside the window, the picture changed from blurry to clear, with the familiar but unfamiliar tent in front of her eyes, Nanny Rong slowly got up, scratching her gray shawl hair.

By the way, his hair was cut off by Forte and he fainted, and he had a long, long dream, what dream come from...

On the table were probably tonics sent by the queen, but she had the illusion that she often took these precious medicinal materials.Obviously she is physically strong, so the queen rarely rewards tonics, why does she feel like she often takes them?

Pushing open the somewhat old door, there was no one outside the door, and walking to the queen's bedroom inexplicably, there was no one either.The entire palace, only her.

How could there be no one in the palace? Could it be that she is still in a dream?

A young Nanny Rong is running wildly in the palace, where is this!

"Empress! Empress Empress!!!"

The disheveled old woman yelled madly, is she really looking for the queen?Who else! ?She didn't know who she was, who she was calling, let alone who she was looking for.

A fork in the road, emitting a blinding light.There were two people standing there, one was herself, and the other was a woman in her twenties with gray hair and wearing back clothes.

Although her dress code is different from that of this dynasty, it must be the queen's court dress!Only queens deserve to wear back clothes, this girl is so brave.

Nanny Rong's eyes were still sharp, and her voice was sonorous and powerful: "This old slave is Nanny Rong, the Queen's most loyal servant."

She was slowly talking about her life, which was also her life, and Nanny Rong naturally knew what she was talking about.

The child at another fork in the road said slowly: "This palace is Zhu Yixiu."

As she narrated, Rong Momo began to recall that this person was also her.

The bracelet that Xuanling put on for me, the kapok that Xuanling gave me as a hairpin, the pear makeup that Xuanling drew for me, and the Jiaofangdian that Xuanling prepared for me.

The sweet-scented osmanthus wine I brewed with Xuan Ling, the pajamas I embroidered for Xuan Ling, the calligraphy and paintings I wrote with Xuan Ling, and the four children Xuan Ling and I had.

Is this life really enough...

The imperial physician said that she was too old to give birth.Zhu Yixiu tried to get rid of the twins several times, firstly because of unknown reasons, and secondly because at her age, it is hard to guarantee that one will lose three lives.

She wanted to drink the abortion medicine every day, but Xuanling's expectation for the child, and the reward from Jiaofangdian, was to hope that she would give birth to the child.

"Book of Songs, gangster", don't fantasize about any love, she is a queen, let alone have such fantasies.

When Xuan Ling was nearly forty years old but still fell in love with beauties, she thoroughly read that poem.

The emperor is the emperor of the world, and she is just one of the 3000 beauties in the harem.

In order not to disappoint Xuan Ling, she took the risk of giving birth to the prince and cost herself her life.

Two images appeared in the white light, one was her loyal queen holding Yongji and crying, and the other was Xuan Ling holding their child in a daze.

There is a new concubine Xiangfei in the palace, who is close to the little swallow Ziwei and runs on the queen every day.

Xuan Ling became cruel, ordered all the imperial physicians to die, no longer stepped into the harem, and the front court was trembling.

Nanny Rong looked at the pictures on both sides, her heart throbbing with pain.She really wanted to go back to the queen and stab the witch who could only summon butterflies to death with a needle.I want Xuan Ling to spare the innocent imperial physician and the loyal ministers of the previous dynasty.

In the end, the queen was always accompanied by the ancient Buddha Qingdeng, and the emperor would visit her occasionally, but she didn't seem to care about anything anymore.

Xuan Ling died of exhaustion on the desk, and the spout of blood drew a strange picture.

Crazy, all of this must not be real, she is not Nanny Rong, nor Zhu Yixiu, they are all hallucinations of her madness!Nanny Rong fell to her knees and hit her head hard until someone was crying.

That was the cry of Xuan Ling's entire harem. They were desperate. Without the queen, Xuan Ling would not want anyone else.

In the two pictures, the queen on this side seems to let go of all the calmness, which is so sharply contrasted with the wailing of the entire harem on the other side.

Then the queen faced a thick coffin and cried hysterically: "Mother!"

Xuan Ling seemed to have completely lost his smile. He dealt with government affairs every day without sleeping, and then stared at the sable fur shawl in a daze.

Nanny Rong asked him, can you let go of the queen?Zhu Yixiu asked him, are you willing to Xuan Ling?Finally, the two asked him at the same time, who are you?who do you think

The two slowly put two things on the ground, a cloth bag full of silver needles on one side, and bright red peonies on the other.

"Is it Nanny Rong, or the Queen?"

The picture in the white light gradually blurred, Xuan Ling was sitting in front of the gate of Fengyi Palace, still in a daze calmly, holding a pair of white jade bracelets in his hands: "We meet each other day and night, but you left so early, you little liar."

May this bracelet see you soon...

Without her day and night, he sees no one.

Unknowingly, Nanny Rong, who had already burst into tears, picked up the peony flowers on the ground: "The old slave is not a liar."

Silently walking towards Zhu Yixiu, the old and ugly Nanny Rong's appearance suddenly became beautiful, and the brown palace dress on her body exuded dazzling gold. This palace is the queen, the location of this palace, the peony of this palace, and Xuan Ling of this palace, No one can take it away.

Pain, the pain of the whole lower body being smashed by a hammer: "Your Majesty is awake! Your Majesty, use your strength!" "Scissor, Qiu... Let the Emperor come in."

"This, this is not allowed, the empress is still in labor." "I know, I want to see him for the last time."

"Your Majesty has great blessings, and nothing will happen." "Time is running out, go quickly."

When Xuan Ling came to the hall, there were basins of blood all over the floor, and the blood in the air made him want to kill everyone in the room: "I thought I could give birth to them."

Xuan Ling didn't speak, and waited quietly for her to say: "If I die, don't blame anyone. The children should also be taken care of. Although Concubine Hua is courageous, she may love you more. Don't let the women in the harem lose hope. .”

The thin bed sheet was oozing with deep red blood, Xuan Ling remained silent, he didn't know what to say, he didn't even dare to think that Zhu Yixiu would die.

"Why don't you tell me about the child."

Zhu Yixiu didn't call himself a concubine, and Xuan Ling didn't call himself Zhen, just like an ordinary couple talking to each other.

"The imperial doctor said... it would be dangerous, so I wanted to take it off. Later, when the baby moved and grew up day by day, and you expect them more and more, I dare not say."

"Compared to the child, you are the most important." "I only posted at this time, I would rather not have a child, even if you are disgusted by you, I want to be by your side."

Xuan Ling burst into tears, and the imperial physicians knelt down one after another: "Cure her! You don't have to have the child, at any cost, even if it's life-for-life! Otherwise, I'll kill you and bury her with you!"

Xuan Ling didn't go out, and stood there like a sculpture.The red bloodshot eyes gave birth to a strange bloodthirsty feeling.

The first child was crushed and taken out, and the formed male fetus was thrown into the copper basin in a distorted posture. Li Chang entered the hall and kowtowed non-stop: "Your Majesty, I can't see you, Your Majesty, you are the Son of Heaven!"

The queen mother ordered Zhu Xi to follow in: "Your Majesty, the labor palace is full of blood, you can't..."

"Come here! Drag it out——"

One after another, servants and maidservants came to beg the emperor to wait outside, but Xuan Ling drove them out.

Wen Shichu was sweating profusely, and hurriedly gave Zhu Yixiu a drink of the freshly stewed 'Tuo hoof soup', and then took two bowls of tonic decoction and poured it into one bowl.

Two children were taken out, one of them seemed to be still wriggling, and Xiao Dezi stood in front of the basin to prevent Xuan Ling from seeing it.

Xuan Ling stepped forward and kicked the copper basin hard against the wall, pepper room!Twins!

Knowing that Zhu Yixiu is too old to have children, why did he do this.When Zhu Yixiu was reading that poem, why didn't he tell her that she could trust him.

If he would do less unnecessary things and talk more to Yixiu, it wouldn't be like this!

Zhu Yixiu fell silent again, and the midwife kowtowed in panic: "The emperor spares my life! The emperor spares my life!"

Xuan Ling had the illusion that the sky was falling. When Xuan Ji rebelled, he was not in such a panic. He couldn't imagine that there would be no queen in the future.

——— "Rong'er, don't leave me..."———

The author has something to say:

A little hypocritical article... When I was writing Zhu Yixiu, I thought of this sentence: "May I meet you day and night with this bracelet."Without her day and night, he sees no one. '

My God, I love this sentence so much.

Oh my god, what am I writing... just read it...

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