"Story of Yanxi Palace" White Moonlight

45&Farewell

In the Compassionate Ning Palace, the emperor and the empress dowager sat and looked at each other, and everyone around them was sent away.

The queen mother put down the teacup and said helplessly: "Emperor, you have not registered as a queen for a year, and you have done your best to the empress Xiaoxian. The imperial concubine handles the affairs of the harem and takes care of the second elder brother and the seventh elder brother with all her heart. Are you ready? When will Huifanara be enshrined as queen?"

"I have appointed her as Emperor Xian's Noble Concubine, in charge of the affairs of the Six Palaces." Hongli raised his eyebrows and said to the Queen Mother.

"After all, the imperial concubine is the vice queen, and she has been wronged." The queen mother picked up a plum and threw it in her mouth, said unhurriedly.

"Emperor Niang, Rong Yin is my only wife, the only queen, no one is better than her." Hongli also lost Fangzhi's cherishment, and he felt regretful in his heart.

"What's more, if it wasn't for me, Rongyin wouldn't be..." Hongli covered his forehead, with a hint of regret in his voice.

If he hadn't been obsessed with Xia Yingying's sensual dance music, Rongyin wouldn't have suffered a cold and died of a serious illness.

Hearing Hongli's words, the queen mother also felt a bit of regret, and blamed the daughter-in-law here for being too sensible and filial, and accompanied her to swim in the lake with her sick body.

Thinking of this, the queen mother no longer forced herself, but kept silent.

Hongli added: "I prefer Yong Lian. Yong Lian and Yong Cong are the sons of the empress of the Yuan Dynasty. If the imperial concubine ascends to the throne and gives birth to a son, there is no guarantee that she will have any thoughts that she shouldn't have."

"Besides, Yong Lian doesn't like imperial concubines either. He told me that he would move back to Changchun Palace to take care of Yong Cong. Before he died, I also promised Rong Yin that he would take care of Prince Yin like how Lord Kangxi took care of Prince Yin." Hongli He took a sip of tea before saying again.

The queen mother sighed, "After all, you are thoughtful. Before going to the study, Yong Cong should be raised by me. After all, Yong Lian is still young, and he has to take care of his studies."

Hongli nodded and said yes, "Speaking of which, it is convenient to come to the Palace of Compassion and Peace, and it will not take much time for Yonglian to visit Yongcong."

Hongli talked with the queen mother for a while before returning to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to review the papers.

"Your Majesty, this is the secret booklet from Shengjing." Li Yu respectfully presented the secret booklet from the land of ice and snow in Shengjing.

Hongli held the booklet in his hand, and pointed to it nonchalantly, signaling Li Yu to put the secret booklet here.

Shengjing is the most important place outside the pass, and a large number of Mongolian princes gathered there.Although there are young and powerful emperor's cronies guarding him, Hongli is still worried.

Since his ascension to the throne, he has appointed reliable people to be officials in Shengjing.These people have their own special channel to deliver the booklet to Hongli, and they don't have to wait for the New Year's Day to submit it.

The secret zhe traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, from Shengjing to the dragon case in the Forbidden City, and it still carried the breath of ice and snow outside the pass.

Hongli pondered for a while, and saw his hand stretched out on the secret fold.After he opened the wax seal, he glanced at it roughly and grasped the folder tightly.

It is written in the brochure that in Shengjing I occasionally saw a person who looked like the queen.

Hongli endured the trembling in his heart, and set his sights on the final signature.Hongli recalled that this courtier had only been to Beijing last year to report his duties, and he also had a lot of connections with the Fucha family.

Estimating the credibility of this matter in his heart, Hongli knocked on the corner of the case and called Li Yu in, "Get ready, I will go to Shengjing in three days."

Li Yu was taken aback for a moment, but when he raised his eyes to see the awe-inspiring eyes of the Long Live Lord, he couldn't help being startled.He didn't care about the doubts in his heart for a while, and quickly ordered the Ministry of Internal Affairs to prepare for the trip according to the example of visiting Shengjing a few years ago.

The number one celebrity in front of the emperor, Li Yu, the head of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, personally ordered Wu Shulai to take matters as the top priority.Wu Shulai gave instructions to the entire Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the people under him left the other masters and concubines in advance, and made every effort to prepare for the trip of the Long Live Lord.

Therefore, in less than three days, Hongli's daily necessities of travel, food, housing, and staff were all properly prepared.Fortunately, there was only Hongli's luggage alone, otherwise he would not be able to prepare for the death of the gang of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Hongli sat in the warm carriage all the way, the groom drove the carriage smoothly, and the speed was not slow.But Hongli still thought it was too slow, and he often scolded his servants on the way.

"Li Yu, where are you going, let them speed up." Hongli put the book in his hand on the low rosewood table, rubbed his brows, and asked Li Yu impatiently.

"Long Live Lord, there is still a hundred miles away from Shengjing. I think we should arrive tomorrow. It's just that the snow is deep and the road is slippery, so it's not easy to walk." Li Yu explained to Long Live Lord with a bitter face. How many times have I said it.

Hongli snorted, pulled a goose blanket over his body, put his gloves in the fox fur sleeves, squinted his eyes slightly, with a lazy and extravagant air.

"Long Live Lord, rest for a while, the servant will call you when you arrive at the station." Li Yu knelt down, stretched his waist, and tucked the blanket for the emperor.

Hongli closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, with a look of impatience.

He couldn't wait to know that it was Rong Yin, and he was even more looking forward to seeing Rong Yin.

Li Yu served a bowl of porridge with preserved egg and lean meat for dinner, but he only took a few sips before making it go away.

Li Yu deeply felt that he was useless, but there was nothing he could do.He knew that the Long Live Lord was thinking about the Empress Dowager, but he didn't know whether it was true or not.

But all right, the emperor ordered people to go to the unsealed underground palace to open the coffin of the queen's empress. The coffin was really empty, and the girl Yusha who was said to be guarding the queen's empress was also missing.

How can this pile of piles not make Long Live Lord suspicious?

With these thoughts in his arms, Li Yu dared not tell anyone.After all, in the eyes of the guards outside, Lord Long Live went to Shengjing to appease the Mongolian princes and nobles.

The thoughts and questions of the master and servant were quickly answered when they arrived in Shengjing.

On the majestic city walls of Shengjing, Rong Yin was wearing a crescent-white flag dress, embroidered with jasmine flowers, or looking shy or stretched, which made Rong Yin more dignified and beautiful.

Hongli looked at Rongyin in the distance with a diorama, and he could even see the peaceful and tranquil expression on the queen's face.He had too many questions in his mind to ask her, but he drove forward very quickly, Hongli's throat was choked and he couldn't speak.

Now, he just wants to hold the queen in his arms and never let her go.

Rong Yin smiled slightly, moved lightly with lotus steps, and fell down the city wall in the endless white snow. The moon-white clothes turned into a butterfly in the sudden wind and snow, the most beautiful snowflake on this white land.

"Yin'er!" Hongli watched helplessly as the fairy fell into the world of mortals, pumped the horse vigorously, jumped forward, and took Rong Yin into his arms.

But before he had time to rejoice and look at that face, the body in his arms suddenly became thin and thin, and scattered into snowflakes, floating among the many snow spirits.

Six-petal snowflakes fell under Hongli's eyelids, touched the temperature, and melted into a tear.

From then on, there will be no more Fucha?

That tear is her last memory.

The author has something to say: the karma of the past life, the debt must be repaid, and this is the price of Concubine Xian.