After the abolition of the cold palace, I just want to cultivate immortals

Chapter 2 Where is the Queen in the Cold Palace?

After leaving the city gate, I took a horse from the post station. Yunlong Mountain is in the outskirts of Beijing. The so-called Wangshan runs a dead horse, but it looks close, but it is actually hundreds of miles away.

I am used to traveling thousands of miles a day, but now this distance is fatal. What's worse is that my stomach is empty, and I only rely on the bowl of pear soup to cushion my stomach.

Experience again the hunger that has been forgotten for many years.

When she could see the shady trails on both sides, the sky was already pale. To Lu Qiyun's delight, the closer the Yunlong Mountain got, the stronger the aura.

"who?!"

In front of the trail, there are guards on duty.

The man looked vigilant, and saw a squirrel running up the tree, and the people next to him breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're blind, who would come here without a single ghost? We'll stay here for the rest of our lives, and we'll be mausoleum guards until we die. The imperial guards are already familiar with the emperor, so why worry about wealth?"

"Hey, my life is good. The guard will be changed later. Be careful and listen to Mr. Zhang."

Lu Qiyun, who was hiding behind the tree, watched from a distance. The trail stretched along the mountain range, with roughly a thousand steps, guarded by guards along the way.

The closer to the imperial mausoleum, the more abundant the aura.

The mountains are like a big cage, compressing and imprisoning a large amount of aura here.

A little bit of spiritual energy leaking out of the confinement made her feel very comfortable, as if soaking in a hot spring, the pores all over her body were scrambling to open, nourishing the meridians.

There is no slight discomfort when the spiritual energy enters the body, just like water droplets melting into the sea, the body has long been accustomed to being full of spiritual energy.

Logically speaking, the spiritual energy in a world is evenly distributed, even if there is a treasure land with abundant spiritual energy, it will not leave no spiritual energy in other places.

unless……

is artificial.

Lu Qiyun waited for a while, the spiritual energy soaked into her body repaired her tired body, looked at the bright sky, if Fu Ling found out that she was gone, it would be troublesome.

I can only look for another chance next time.

People who entered the city early outside the city gate formed a long queue, and the guards were allowed to enter the city only after checking their identities and guides. Lu Qiyun didn't have any, so she went around to a remote place and climbed over the wall to enter.

In the morning, there was an aroma from the stalls, and the vendors yelled and hawked. Lu Qiyun shuttled through the crowd, also covered in fireworks.

Rubbing her stomach, she turned around and sat down in a shop, "Shop, a bowl of wontons and a piece of pancake!"

There are a few greasy little sticks outside, customers come and go, the table is empty and soon occupied again, business seems to be very good.

"Come on!"

The wontons go down, and they are scooped up, a bowl of steaming wontons will be enough, "You take it easy!"

Lu Qiyun squinted her eyes contentedly as the green scallions were floating, picked up the chopsticks and bit her mouth, and was caught off guard by the soup in the stuffing, so she hurriedly took a mouthful of herbal tea.

When he raised his head, he happened to see a man in blue sitting by the window on the second floor of the shop across the street. He stared in surprise and looked over in disbelief.

Zhou Shangli rubbed his eyes, his head was dizzy after a hangover, and he actually saw Aunt Huang eating wontons at the stall.

When he looked again, the seat just now was empty, except for a bowl of wonton that was still steaming.

Returning to the palace cannot take the right path, there are very few people on duty in the backyard of the cold palace, just like when leaving the palace, Lu Qiyun walked around to the northeast corner of the imperial city, tapped her toes, and jumped onto the palace wall.

Part of the aura entered the body, and it was a little easier than when it came out, and the five senses were also sharpened.

With just one glance, she sensed something was wrong, twisted her body when she landed, and covered her figure with the dense branches and leaves beside her.

The Lenggong, which was originally remote and deserted, was now surrounded by guards.

Zhou Yichen sat on the upper seat with a blank expression on his face, while the imperial concubine smiled slightly and looked at Fu Ling who was kneeling on the ground with a pale face.

This girl was stubborn, and she didn't say anything after being slapped on the board. Now she's half-dead, and she's still struggling. I don't know what ecstasy soup Lu Qiyun poured into her.

"If you refuse to say this, could it be that the queen did something that harmed the dignity of the royal family?"

The noble concubine wanted to see Lu Qiyun die, and wished to pour all the dirty water on her.

She was caught by the emperor for not being in the cold palace in the middle of the night. Even if she had a huge excuse, she would be completely finished today.

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Yichen's face darkened a bit, Fu Ling's bloodless lips trembled, and he shook his head to defend himself: "No! You are slandering! Something must have happened to the empress—"

"Come on! Give me a slap!"

Zhou Yichen snarled, his eyes frightened with anger.

I thought that Lu Qiyun was a lady of everyone, and she was well-behaved.If he hadn't come to the cold palace suddenly, he would not have discovered her true face until now, so he might be fooling around with some adulterer!
Seeing Zhou Yichen's expression, the corners of the imperial concubine's lips curled up: "How can there be an empress in the cold palace? The lowly servant girl doesn't know the rules and speaks freely. According to my concubine, it's better to pull out her tongue."

Fu Ling was so frightened that her whole body froze.

"Master Lu is here—"

Zhou Yichen narrowed his eyes, "Let him in."

Lu Wendong, dressed in official robes, hurried over from the front hall.

The emperor didn't go to the morning court today, and just now he got an oral order from Eunuch Wei, the emperor came to Lenggong.

Could it be that there has been a turning point in the abolition of the queen?
As soon as he knelt down to salute, he heard Zhou Yichen scold, "Lu Wendong, what a good daughter you have taught!"

What happened to Qiyun?
Seeing Fu Ling kneeling aside with blood stains on his back, Lu Wendong frowned, then kowtowed, "I don't understand."

What I hate the most is Lu Wendong's twists and turns, his deep eyes are always planning something, relying on the title of auxiliary minister left by the late emperor, he keeps talking about the precepts of the late emperor, dreaming that his daughter will rule the harem, Take the back seat, even the Queen Mother!
I will never be at his mercy.

"Ah!"

Zhou Yichen smiled, "Since you don't understand, please tell your noble concubine to tell Master Lu what good deeds my deposed empress has done."

"The emperor misses the old love, so he specially came to Lenggong to visit the abandoned empress, but who knows that the abandoned empress is not in the palace at night."

Lu Wendong's expression changed, and he turned his head to look at Fuling, who was drooping with tears in his eyes, without saying a word.

The noble concubine smiled, "Lord Lu is full of peaches and plums, and his style is rigorous. After hearing about the abolition, the courtiers are also well-educated and reasonable, but can you clear up the confusion about the private meeting with your lover in the middle of the night?"

It is absolutely impossible for Lu Qiyun to do such a thing!
The imperial concubine and the emperor spoke convincingly, but Fu Ling didn't know it. The key is that Lu Qiyun is not here, and no one can refute it.

"The so-called hearing is believing, seeing is believing. The imperial concubine occupies a high position, so she should be more cautious in her words and deeds."

Lu Wendong calmly asked the question back: "When the private lover said that the imperial concubine saw it with her own eyes, heard it, or guessed it randomly?"

The noble concubine gritted her teeth, "Lord Lu won't cry when he sees the coffin!"

The old fox was so thoughtful that even if he had solid evidence, he could justify it. Zhou Yichen said coldly, "Where is the empress dowager? If I can't find anyone, I will—"

"What?"

Suddenly, Lu Qiyun's figure appeared in front of the door.

The voice is faint, ethereal and melodious.Wearing a plain white dress, with a hanging cloud bun, not decorated with red hairpins, but still graceful and graceful.

(End of this chapter)