The Biography of Concubine Wen Xi in Qing Palace

Chapter 591 Posthumous Name
Rong Yue's illness rapidly deteriorated to this point due to Quezhen feeding her the poison given by her concubine Cheng Yuwan day and night, and there was no room for improvement when the illness occurred.

A person is like a palace lantern barely burning with exhausted lamp oil, and one glance at it from a distance will tell when the dim light is going out.

When Liugong greeted her, someone occasionally mentioned her a few words, but Wanyu only saw endless smiles on everyone's faces.

They all hated Rong Yue, and so did they.

But no matter how much she hates her, her current status does not allow that emotion to show on her face.

Although she is in charge of the affairs of the Six Palaces, after all Rong Yue is still in the position of imperial concubine, her posthumous affairs need to be favored by the emperor.

Please ask Anbi to pass the sedan chair to Qianqing Palace, but before getting off the sedan chair, Liang Jiugong has already seen Liang Jiugong pacing on the spot sweating profusely.

When he saw Wanyu, he seemed to be seeing a living Bodhisattva, and rushed forward to help her get off the sedan chair: "The imperial concubine is really a considerate slave." He didn't forget to wipe the sweat dripping from his forehead.

"How do you say that?"

"The emperor is losing his temper." Liang Jiugong lowered his high-pitched voice, waved a clean whip and pointed at the Qianqing palace: "This didn't just blow all the servants out, even just smashed the teacup away."

Wan Yuli stopped at the door and asked, "Do you know why?"

Liang Jiugong said secretly: "I only know that I got angry when I was reviewing the scriptures, and the rest of the slaves dare not talk too much."

Seeing that Liang Jiugong couldn't say anything, Wan Yu frowned slightly, thinking that it might be related to the previous dynasty's conquest of Junggar.

In the past few days, the talk of asking for a war has been aroused in the court and the public, but once the war starts, other things don't matter, but they have to see Shen Ye rushing to the battlefield with his own eyes.

It was a near-death situation, and Wan Yu didn't want to see him from the bottom of her heart.

But he insisted on this, so he could only hope that this war would drag on for a day or a day.

Wannai and Liang Jiugong looked at each other: "I will go to persuade you, my father-in-law ordered the small kitchen to prepare some clear soup, and found a sticky stick to stick the cicadas on the tree, and then put it on the wall outside the hall. Post some new crushed ice. The hot summer is boring and hot, and the emperor is sometimes impatient when he encounters something."

Liang Jiugong nodded, and respectfully greeted Wanyu as he entered the room.

She was walking all the way, and saw the emperor sitting on the throne in the distance, and the memorial in front of her was as high as a hill, and she almost wanted to bury him in it.

What was burning in the Bo Shan stove on the table was not the ambergris he used to use in his daily life, but a scent of agarwood.

Zhuo Lan smelled this spice the most, presumably she likes it, the emperor even cared about trivial things like using incense to coax her.

There was lavender smoke lingering on the emperor's face, his face was flat but livid, his hands clenched on the desk, trying to hold back something.

Walking to the throne, the emperor still did not look up at her.

The horrific anger made Wanna speechless, she didn't dare to ask, so she knelt down to pay respects according to the rules.

After a long time, the emperor raised his head to look at him, and said in a gentle voice, "It's a hot day, why are you here?"

Wan Yu replied with a smile: "Originally it was for other things, but it happened that the emperor was furious, so the other things didn't matter."

The sound of cicadas outside the hall gradually weakened, and the only thing that filled my ears was the rustling of the wind blowing the trees, which didn't make people so disturbed.

The emperor raised his hand and ordered Wanyu to stand up, and shot at her again.Wan Lai came forward knowingly to put her fingers together with him, and then said: "The emperor is concerned about his own body, no matter what happens, he must calm down first, and then proceed step by step."

"After hearing this matter, I'm afraid you'll think about it more and more, and you won't be able to delay." The emperor casually handed the memorial under his arm to Wanyu: "Look at what this bastard said."

The memorial was not closed yet, Wan Yu glanced sideways and felt terrified.

"This..." She sighed deeply: "At the moment of the war, Tong Guowei and Tong Guogang both claimed to be sick, and they refused to go to court even in the early morning? What are they?"

"The two of them are trying to trip me up!" The emperor took the memorial, and with a toss, he circled and flew several feet away: "Tong Guogang is very clear about the Junggar matter, and now he says he is sick and cannot go to the court. It’s just to embarrass me! I gave them such a big reward, but I don’t want the wolf’s ambition to be still not satisfied!”

Wanyu calmed down first, took the boiling tea and added a cup to the emperor, gently blew off the hot air on the surface, and said in a gentle voice: "But now is not the time to get angry with them. The two of them are like this, It's just against the emperor for Tong's glory in the harem, what is the emperor's plan?"

The emperor took a sip of the teacup, and said calmly: "Why don't I know? But if a bitch does something like that, I wish I could kill her and hurry up. How can I forgive you? Even if Wan'er doesn't care, the emperor Where's grandma?"

As he spoke, his emotions became more and more agitated, and he slammed the teacup on the table: "Every time I think of the pity of the emperor's grandmother, I wish I could drag the Tong family to be buried with Huangquan!"

The scalding tea splashed on the emperor's wrist, and Wanyu hurriedly took a silk cloth to wipe it for him: "For the sake of the Qing Dynasty, the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang does not want to see you like this, the emperor."

She held the emperor's reddish hand which was scalded by the tea, and her red lips moved forward to blow the cool air gently: "This concubine, I have something to say to the emperor. The imperial concubine is dying of illness, and there are only a few days left. fate."

The emperor's palm trembled slightly, his face could not see joy or sorrow, and he said: "Really?"

Wan Yu nodded silently, the emperor said slowly: "But if her restraint is released, what will happen to her doing crazy things again?"

"She's gone crazy." Wanyu shook her head lightly, and said with a slight smile: "Since the emperor wants to reward Tong's kindness, it is better to reward a big one, so that they will not dare to hold back the emperor in the future."

"What does Wan'er mean?"

Wan Lai retreated two steps and knelt down, stared at the emperor intently, and said in a loud voice: "I also ask the emperor to make the imperial concubine the queen, and posthumously designate his biological mother, Fucha, as the first-rank wife!"

The emperor was so shocked that he waved his hands again and again: "Absolutely not! I will be buried with me in the future. If so, how can I be worthy of Yide? She designed to kill Yide, I."

"The folks have made coffins in advance for those who are seriously ill. It's for joy." The gentle voice interrupted the emperor's words: "The concubine asked the emperor to give the imperial concubine a posthumous title, which is also for joy."

"Posthumous title." The emperor looked at Wan'er, and gradually understood her thoughts: "Does Wan'er have an idea?"

Wan Lai's eyes were as calm as water, and she said slowly: "The word 'Yi' has a beautiful meaning, Empress Daxing will die in the future, how about posthumous title of Empress Xiaoyi?"

"Xiaoyi. Xiaoyi" the emperor couldn't help repeating these two words. After a long time, he got up and helped Wanyu who was kneeling on the ground: "In this way, it can be regarded as an explanation for Yide, and it can also block the Tong family mouth."

His eyes gradually darkened, and he murmured angrily: "Tong Guogang is committing suicide. Although he is my own uncle, it is unbearable to be so presumptuous! When the war in Junggar is settled, I will never want him to be better than half a cent!"

Wan Lai caressed the emperor's violently heaving chest, and said with a gentle smile: "On the battlefield, swords have no eyes, and it is common for soldiers to die in battle. How long Tong Guogang can live depends entirely on the emperor's will."

The tactful words fell, and the emperor's face was half happy.

He embraced Wanyan, and said slowly: "I will do as you say, I just wronged you."

(End of this chapter)