Peerless Forensic Doctor: Leng Wang's Waste Chai Concubine

Chapter 124 Weiyang Palace Drinks Alone

Royal study.

The golden dragon spout incense burner lit with sandalwood is slowly rising a cloud of light incense mist, surrounding the resplendent imperial study, and the bursts of elegant fragrance make people feel peaceful.

The bright yellow figure was sitting on the imperial chair where the golden dragon was soaring, holding a vermilion pen in his hand, and was correcting and correcting a pile of memorials on the table.

With his head down, Eunuch Xu stood quietly behind Xuanyuan Han, and went up to grind ink on the almost dry inkstone in due course.

When Xuanyuan Han finished correcting the second batch of memorials and was about to go to get the third batch of memorials, he raised his eyes slightly and asked casually, "Is the fourth son living in the palace?"

Eunuch Xu immediately replied in a soft voice: "If you go back to the emperor, yes, His Royal Highness King Yu didn't go back after the early morning court today, and is resting in the palace."

"En..." Xuanyuan Han responded, glanced at the uncorrected memorial, and after a while, asked again: "Do you live in the Xiangling Palace where Concubine Mei used to be?"

Eunuch Xu was taken aback, the emperor hadn't mentioned the title of that empress for more than ten years, why did he suddenly mention it today?
Although he was surprised in his heart, he still replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, the Xiangling Palace has been in disrepair for a long time, and the place is very remote. His Royal Highness King Yu originally planned to go, but later changed his mind, saying that he was afraid of going down. People were clumsy and broke something in Xiangling Palace, so they went to Weiyang Palace instead."

"Weiyang Palace." Xuanyuan Han couldn't help frowning, and thought for a while, "But the palace where Xi'er lived before?"

"Exactly." A smile appeared on Xu Gonggong's face, "The emperor has a good memory."

Xuanyuan Hanlang laughed out loud, and the pen in his hand became more and more fluid.

"How can I have a good memory? It's just that I have given a little more thought to that child Xi'er."

Just as he was talking, Xuanyuan Han sighed as if he suddenly remembered something, and the kindly smile that had appeared on his face suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there is a kind of sadness and sadness born from the bottom of my heart.

"Changning has been gone for 13 years, this time flies so fast..."

Xuanyuan Han's voice was a little hoarse, and it sounded a little bit emotional.

Eunuch Xu accompanied him quietly at the back, looking at the proud son of heaven in front of him, he felt a little sad in his heart.

The back that was straight before, which could hardly be overwhelmed by anything, gradually became curved, and the long black hair, which used to be shiny, also gradually grew white patches one after another.

Years are not forgiving.

Eunuch Xu couldn't help but think so.

The other corner of the palace at this time.

The incomparably handsome and cold man quietly stood with his hands behind his hands, standing outside the gate of a palace with elegant and unique decoration, with a calm expression on his face.

"His Royal Highness, Weiyang Palace has already been taken care of." Jiang Weifeng, the chief eunuch of Weiyang Palace, walked over respectfully and replied in a low voice.

It was only then that Xuanyuan Che recovered from his thoughts, and he withdrew his gaze from looking at the empty corridor, his deep eyes carried some inexplicable and unexplainable complex meanings.

With a faint reply, the tall and elegant figure slowly walked into Weiyang Palace.

The idea of ​​entering the palace for a short stay this time came suddenly, almost just after forming this idea in his mind, Xuanyuan Che immediately made it a reality.

I can't tell what kind of feeling it is, but Xuanyuan Che really feels uncomfortable in his heart.

I have lived for more than 20 years, and for the first time I met a girl I was a little interested in, and finally poured out my feelings, but I didn't expect that person to reject me.

Although I haven't experienced the kind of eternal love that I saw in the book before, "I wish to win the hearts of the people, and the white heads will never be apart", but I can probably sense something from Yun Xiran's performance from time to time.

This stubborn little girl doesn't care about herself at all.

It's just such an experience, that little girl will never admit it.

he……

I like Yun Xiran.

He knows the concept well.

Even after living for so many years, even the layout and analysis of the marching map during the war is not as clear as the current concept.

The little emotions that swirled from the heart bit by bit, like a violent storm that was about to swallow people up, instantly produced huge waves.

The bewilderment accumulated for too many days has become a gradually clear reality in the blink of an eye.

But this feeling... was not reciprocated.

Xuanyuan Che felt a little helpless and also a little lost.

The astonishment in Yun Xiran's eyes, the fleeting pain and guilt deeply burned his sight.

Yun Xiran was living in his Xuanfeng Hall at this time, but he suddenly didn't want to face that apologetic face containing rejection again.

I don't even want to hear anything about Song Hui or her past from her mouth.

because maybe...

He will feel very sad.

The sore feeling in his chest became more and more vivid, and the pain made him shiver uncontrollably.This was the first time he experienced such a situation, Xuanyuan Che suddenly felt a little dazed.

"Xia Ping." He leaned on the chair in the main hall of Weiyang Palace, and suddenly called softly.

"Hey——" Xia Ping, who was packing Xuanyuan Che's underwear in the room, hurriedly stopped what he was doing, and ran out quickly.

"My lord, what are your orders?"

Xia Feng is straight-hearted and doesn't turn his head too quickly. Xuanyuan Che was also afraid that he would suffer in the palace, so this time he only brought Xia Ping, who was prudent and careful, over here.

Xia Ping has been by Xuanyuan Che's side for nearly ten years, what Xuanyuan Che is thinking about, and occasionally he can guess most of them.

Therefore, when he came out of the room in a hurry, he discovered something wrong with Xuanyuan Che almost immediately.

Well... why does the prince look like he is not very happy?
"I'm a little thirsty." Xuanyuan Che said slowly, pinching his brows.

Xia Ping nodded, and replied: "Okay, my lord, wait a moment, I will go and make a pot of hot tea."

Xuanyuan Che has always disliked being waited upon personally, and basically does everything by himself in the dormitory.

This time, he brought himself here only because he was afraid of the old man's tongue. Usually, at this time, the prince would be in the study reviewing papers or reading books, and his servants would bring him tea.

Just as he was about to go to the kitchen with the teapot in hand, Xuanyuan Che stopped him again.

"My lord?"

Xuanyuan Che drooped his eyes, pointed his hands on the table intentionally or unintentionally, and beat the time rhythmically.

He said softly: "I don't want tea, let's go to Xiangling Palace, and dig out another jar of plum blossom brew buried under the plum blossom tree in the northwest corner of the palace."

When Xia Ping heard this, his eyes suddenly widened, and the surprise in his heart instantly wiped him out.

"My lord, isn't that when you are on holidays, you are willing to dig a pot of wine to drink?"

That plum blossom tree was the favorite thing of the prince's birth mother, the concubine Mei, and even the plum blossom wine was buried by the concubine Mei herself with a little prince.

There are no more than five or six altars in it. In the past, when Concubine Mei was buried, she would carefully dig out a pot to drink.

In other cases, Zuo is just when some princes are in a good mood, or when they meet a particularly big happy event.

Today is neither the prince's birthday, nor is it any day when there is a big happy event, why did the prince suddenly...

Xuanyuan Che pursed his lips, his handsome face was cold, and the expression in those beautiful phoenix eyes was gloomy, with a condensed deep light.

He knew that there was not much left of the wine, it was the only thing left by his mother and concubine, except for the abandoned Xiangling Palace.

But when this kind of thoughts are complicated and thousands of melancholy linger in my heart...

All he could think of was the delicate and sweet plum blossom brew that made people linger on their lips and teeth after just one sip.

Squeezing the space between his brows wearily, Xuanyuan Che waved his hand. "Go."

There was no explanation why, just a commanding "go".

not to mention……

No explanation needed either.

Xia Ping nodded respectfully, with a complicated look on his face.

The plum blossoms came, and Xia Ping followed Xuanyuan Che's instructions, placed the small table in the corridor, and spread a layer of soft mattresses, so that the coldness of the stone bricks would not penetrate the muscles and bones.

It happened that the spring was soft and warm, and the flower tree in the yard bloomed layers of white and fine petals.As soon as the breeze blows, the petals flutter and fall in large pieces.

Facing the bright and vibrant spring scenery, it is also a pleasure to sit in the courtyard and drink alone to watch.

Xia Ping thought so, and then ran to the back room by himself, and picked up the pile of unplaced clothes.

Xuanyuan Che sat down on the mattress he spread by the corridor, and covered the wine jar that had just been dug out from the soil with his white hands but had been cleaned by Xia Ping.

"Boom-"

With a light touch of the hand, the opening of the wine jar fell in response, and there was a light and shallow plum blossom fragrance, mixed with a strong wine fragrance.

It's mellow and intoxicating.

This peach blossom wine was planted by his mother and concubine herself before she was alive.I originally thought of planting some first, and then making some better ones after a while.

Then what?
She couldn't get sick, and in the Xiangling Palace surrounded by plum blossoms, she fell asleep and passed away.

It seemed that the beautiful and gentle woman's voice and smile were still in front of my eyes, but in a blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

Xuanyuan Che shook his head with a wry smile. He carried the wine jar and poured himself a glass of wine into the glass.

The crimson wine intruded into the thin cup, soaking the white edge of the cup with a little light-colored thin powder, the color contrasted sharply, and it looked really beautiful.

Xuanyuan Che raised his glass and raised his head again.

The towering long hair hung down on his shoulders, and because of his movement, it slid down the back of his thin waist. The thick black, silky long hair was perfect, with only a small arc, it made people feel admiration Feelings.

He gracefully, facing the wall of the glass, took a small sip of the remaining wine.

Just a little bit, it will soak your teeth and leave a fragrance.

Xuanyuan Che quietly stared at his own reflection on the wine.

The person in the cup still had a cold expression, but his brows were slightly furrowed, as if there were thousands of melancholy accumulated in the thick eyebrows that grew into the temples.

(End of this chapter)