The Biography of Concubine Wen Xi in Qing Palace

Chapter 624 Nian Lang
"Young lady, respect yourself!"

There was already anger in Shen Ye's words, he opened the half-hidden door of the veranda, and went straight to the outsider.

But she didn't want Zhuo Lan to be annoyed behind her, she got up and pointed at Shen Ye and said, "One more step, I will make you regret it."

Seeing that Shen Ye still didn't stop, Zhuo Lan caught up with her with bare feet, and put her arms around Shen Ye's waist from behind: "Brother Shen, what are you afraid of? The emperor won't find out about this." Her tone was very gentle, with a crisp charm: "When you saved me that day, I also saw your thoughts from the way you looked at me. I know that you like me, and I also love you." I like you. You enter the palace as a minister, and I enter the palace as a concubine. It's a hard job. Two hard-working people, why not find some warmth in the middle of the night?"

That voice made Shen Ye feel sick again and again, she is pregnant, and now she is still thinking about these filthy things, she really cannot be judged by her appearance.

He suddenly gained strength, and regardless of her status, he pushed her away resolutely, and said coldly: "Saving you that day was a gift from the monarch and his ministers, why should you be so affectionate? With your temperament, even men all over the world are intoxicated. In Wenrou Township, even the humble minister doesn't bother to take a second look."

Zhuo Lan shrugged and smiled, and stared at him with fixed eyebrows: "If you leave like this, aren't you afraid that I will call the guards to say that you are contemptuous of me?"

Shen Ye was full of helplessness, and stared at her: "You can do whatever you like, if a person doesn't even want his own face, who can stop her?" After saying that, he fled the place like a fly.

Zhuo Lan froze in place, letting the cold wind blow towards her face, making her shiver.

In the distance, Yuanyuan hurriedly ran towards where she was.

She was holding a silver fox cloak in her arms, and she put it on Zhuo Lan's body without any explanation: "Miss, this slave will know that you are here."

Zhuo Lan stared blankly at the endless corridor, and murmured: "Yuan, do you know? He looks like Nian Lang, really. Even the creases of his brows are exactly the same when he gets angry."

Yuanyuan hurried two steps into the verandah and took out Zhuo Lan's shoes and socks, helped her to sit on the stone pier beside her and waited for her to put on the shoes and socks, and then softly comforted: "Miss, Nian Lang has already died in the battle. I can't come back! You should be sober, that person is Shen Ye, a celebrity in front of the emperor, we can't offend him."

Zhuo Lan's hand trembled slightly, her eyes were red and she smiled wryly: "Yes, Nian Lang is dead. He died early in the morning." She wept secretly, and quickly wiped it away: "Yuan Yuan, you said that if he is under the Nine Springs Seeing me like this, will he blame me?"

Yuanyuan shook her head violently, and said repeatedly: "No miss, no!" She embraced Zhuo Lan, and lightly brushed her slightly twitching back with her hands: "Nian Lang will definitely understand Miss' painstaking efforts, How can you blame it?"

Feeling overwhelmed for a moment, Zhuo Lan hugged Yuanyuan tightly and cried bitterly: "Yuanyuan, my heart hurts so much, I can't take it any longer!"

Yuanyuan was startled suddenly, her lips trembling a little: "Miss, please bear with me. Let's all bear with it. Hurry up, this matter is almost done!"

At the end of the corridor, endless drafts whizzed past like a sharp arrow, shooting into Zhuo Lan's delicate body with extremely cold temperature.

The arrow pierced the skin and pierced the bone, freezing Zhuo Lan's hot blood bit by bit.

That night, she didn't know how long Shenshang sat on the corridor and wept bitterly before returning to the palace under Yuanyuan's bitter words and comfort.

Early the next morning, the person fell ill.

The high fever persisted, and the fever made the consciousness blurred.

Yuanyuan was in a hurry, and hurriedly called the imperial physician, and reported the matter to the emperor.

She is pregnant with imperial descendants, so she can't use drugs indiscriminately, so most of the disease can only be carried by herself.

Apart from governing the court, the emperor spent the rest of his time by Zhuo Lan's side day and night.

Three days later, Zhuo Lan woke up on a rainy night. She turned around and saw that the emperor lying next to her was sleeping soundly, but her hands were on her body to protect herself from changing the quilt.

Impressed by it for a moment, she stretched out her hand to stroke the emperor's neatly trimmed beard, and murmured softly: "If you treat me like this, if I were an ordinary woman, I would have been sincerely moved by you. It's a pity, you and I are the ones who run in the opposite direction after all."

Her voice was extremely soft, but she woke up the emperor.

The emperor raised his sleepy eyes to stare at her for a moment, and said joyfully, "Is it better?"

Zhuo Lan was frightened in her heart, afraid that the emperor would overhear what she said just now, so she asked tentatively: "But the concubine woke up the emperor just now?"

The emperor hugged her into his arms, and said softly: "It's not. It's just that I'm guarding you. I fell asleep so deeply that I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to cover yourself with the quilt and catch the cold again, so I fell asleep lightly. I woke up several times a night thinking about adding a quilt to you."

Zhuo Lan buried her head in the emperor's warm embrace, and said shyly, "Why does the emperor treat concubines so well?"

The emperor smiled heartily: "Now this body is not entirely yours, there is still your child and my child in the womb, how can I not treat you mother and child well?"

"Is it just elder brother?" Zhuo Lan pretended to be angry: "Concubines like princesses, and princesses are more caring."

The emperor embraced her with one arm, and patted her on the back lightly, as if comforting a child: "It's all good, you're happy, everything is fine. I thought, after you safely give birth to the emperor's heir, I will be promoted to you." position."

"Your Majesty." Zhuo Lan panted coquettishly, "The concubine has all four corners. The concubine's qualifications to enter the palace are still relatively inexperienced, and she has been promoted to the concubine's position if she is talented. Successive promotions will always attract criticism. Besides, the emperor knows that the concubine never cares." Not these."

The emperor smiled: "You don't have to worry about this matter. I mentioned this matter to the imperial concubine yesterday. She thinks exactly what I think. She even said that she will do enough for you. Don't be criticized by others."

How could Wanyu be so kind to herself?
Zhuo Lan only listened to the emperor's brief words, and her mind became more certain in her heart.

She understood that Wanyu knew that she would not be able to bear this child.Even if he was able to give birth, he entered the palace as someone else, and it was not easy to save his life for the crime of deceiving the emperor, so how could he still be promoted to concubine?
She was thinking like this, and wentssiping with the emperor, she exhausted herself and fell asleep.

In the morning of the second day, I felt a little more comfortable, and felt disappointed after glancing at the mint potted plants all over the hall, so I ordered the palace servants to remove all of them.

Facing Shen Ye, it was just a momentary mistake for the old man.But a misrecognition is a misrecognition, and she finally understood a truth after crying in the corridor for a whole night.Her Nian Lang will never see her again in this life.

She was suppressing the grief, anger and resentment in her heart, and she had nowhere to vent it for a while, so she had to feel resentment towards Shen Ye from the bottom of her heart.

She was sitting alone on the warm seat, with a wild bear fur on her body, and her fingers kept stroking its gray and white hair.

After a while, Yuanyuan called out: "Tell me, he is so like Nianlang, why is Nianlang killed in battle, but he is infinitely beautiful?"

Yuanyuan thought that Zhuo Lan had recalled something unpleasant again, so Fang opened her mouth to comfort her, but was interrupted by Zhuo Lan raising her hand.

She smiled sinisterly, and suddenly her hands became ruthless, and she clenched the fur tightly in her hands: "He has to accompany Nian Lang, and tell him the best way to save life where the sword has no eyes."

(End of this chapter)