The Biography of Concubine Wen Xi in Qing Palace

Chapter 707 Entrusted

The panic shown by Roujia can be seen in Wanyu's eyes, she is extremely panicked, and there are endless letters to and from Yikun Palace in private.

Wan Yu knew that she was afraid of herself, and she just wanted to calm down the previous turmoil as soon as possible, so that she could let her go.

But the world has always been that it is easy to start a fire and difficult to put out a fire. Although she is so troublesome, it just makes the Guo Luoluo clan shut up in the previous dynasty.

When word spread, the Guo Luoluo clan was the only courtier who was dissatisfied with Wan Lai?
The Hesheli family, the Tong Jia family, the Ma Jia family, and the Nala family, which of these clans that accounted for half of the Qing Dynasty did not fear Wan Lai?
First of all, the emperor ignored those bad words and treated Wanyu as usual.

But gradually, the evil wind blows in my ears more, and I always feel jealous in my heart, and the number of times I summoned Wanyu on weekdays has also decreased.

One Bi is the heavy pressure from the previous dynasty, and the other Bi is Lin Lan's serious illness. For a while, Wan Lai Fu fell into an embarrassing dilemma again.

She had no time to take care of herself at the moment, she only hoped that Lin Lan's illness would recover soon, and it would not be too late to discuss other things later.

Just looking forward to it like this, it is the first snow in the capital of the year.

She will always remember this day.

On the second day of November in the 33rd year of Kangxi, I got up in the morning and sent Yin to the Shang's study room. I walked on the long street back to the palace, admiring the bright snow on the red wall, and felt at peace. I saw the prisoner of Yonghe Palace from a distance. Slipping under his feet, he rushed towards him.

My heart suddenly tightened, and I quickly ordered the palace servants to get off the sedan chair.

Xiao Chuzi stumbled in front of her, turned over without caring about the pain, hit his knees on the ground and knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, please go and see our Majesty! I'm afraid she is not good! "

Without saying a word to him, and without even having time to ask what happened to Ming Linlan's already stable body, she was upset, and just ordered the palace servants to rush to Yonghe Palace.

When we came, the gate of Yonghe Palace was ajar, and we could vaguely hear mournful cries from inside.

With the support of Yun Chan and Shuang Ruo, Wan Lai moved forward in the snow like flying.

The snow was slippery and he lost his center of gravity. The three master and servant just fell down in front of the bedroom door.

For a moment the palace servants panicked, and hurried forward to help, Bai Changqing, who was serving in the bedroom, rushed out after hearing the movement, and helped Wanyu up.

Wan Lai pressed his warm palm heavily, and said in a deep voice, "How is it?"

Bai Changqing shook his head sadly: "The concubine De's blood is flowing backwards, her breathing is blocked, people are afraid that she will die soon!"

"Why can't it work!?" Wan Yu glared at him, and said sharply, "Didn't you say that you have improved? Didn't you say that you will be cured in a few days? How could it be so suddenly? What about the doctor?"

"Concubine De's concubine was not well last night. The doctor probably sensed that something was wrong. She didn't enter the palace early this morning, as if the world had evaporated. I found someone to go to the inn where he stayed in the capital, and he was already a human. Go to the empty building."

Wan Yu's mind went blank, and the intense fear spread boundlessly to swallow her up.

There was a buzzing sound in my ears, and it turned into a sharp blade and went down the thinnest part of my heart one by one.

She raised her eyes to stare at the dimly lit bedroom, where the breath of death seemed to choke people's throats, making it hard to breathe.

She walked into the hall one step at a time, opened the curtain, and glanced at Lin Lan lying on the couch.

Several pots of red charcoal were burned in the hall, turning the harsh winter into warm spring.

But even so, Lin Lan was still covered with three layers of thick quilts.

Her face was extremely pale, like snow spots falling outside the water chestnut window, losing its temperature.

On the cheeks, symmetrical large red sores spread straight to the base of the ears, spreading endlessly, almost swallowing her swollen body.

Wan Yu tried her best to hold back her tears, instinctively ran towards her, half kneeling in front of the couch, and grabbed her swollen hand.

Lin Lan was extremely tired, and every breath carried a heavy burden.

"Lin Lan, look at me." Wanyu grabbed her hand and stroked her cheek. It took a long time to see her lazily raising her eyelids. The moment she saw Wanyu, she forced out a slap Smiling: "Sister, you are here."

The cry of "sister" made Wanyu's heart full of sadness, which turned into tears that couldn't stop falling.

She turned around and yelled at Bai Changqing: "Go! Go find all the imperial doctors in the imperial hospital! Go!"

"Sister, there's no need." Lin Lan's voice was extremely restrained, she shook her head and said, "I've been hiding this disease from He Gong and the Emperor, just because it's really frightening to watch. I used to think that there was still a possibility of cure, But now."

Wan Yu put her fingertips against her lips, and urged urgently: "Don't say it. Lin Lan, you will be fine."

"Sister, don't cry." Lin Lan gently slid her fingertips across Wan Yu's face, wiping away the tears for her: "I know, I can't hold on anymore."

Wan Yu's heart was cold, she frowned to hold back her tears, and shook her head vigorously.

Lin Lan looked at her with soft eyes, and a bright arc appeared on the corner of her lips: "I'm sick these days, and my sister comes every day, always amusing me, and doesn't say anything about my situation. But I know, my sister has lived Things are not going well. I understand what happened in the previous dynasty, and I really feel sorry for my sister."

"Who told you these foolish words?" Wanyu turned her head back, staring at the palace servants as if she was about to devour her: "You are serving the concubine De concubine like this, and you only think that my palace's words are deaf to your ears?"

Seeing her angry, everyone knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

Lin Lan said angrily: "Sister, don't blame them, I forced them to tell me. You miss me, and I miss you too. Since I entered the palace, you alone have given me warmth. In my heart, you She is already my own sister." She took a few breaths, and then ordered: "You all go back. I have something to say about myself, I want to talk to the imperial concubine."

When the palace people heard the words, they all fled as if they had received an amnesty.

The gate of the palace was closed heavily, avoiding the last trace of severe cold outside the palace.

"I was trapped in the palace and wanted to be relieved early in the morning. Now that the end is approaching, I should be relieved. But I still have things that I can't let go of. I can't let go of my child, and I can't let go of my sister."

The sadness in Lin Lan's eyes was like a fleeting star. She held Wan Yu's hand and said solemnly: "Sister, if I can't hold it anymore, my child, I can only ask you to protect me."

"You're talking nonsense!" Wanyu sobbed, "You'll get better soon. I promised Yinzhen that if I treat you better, I want him to come to see you! You protect your own child, I"

Lin Lan shook her head and said, "Sister, if you promise me, you must promise me!"

She begged so, Wanyu couldn't bear to say a word of cruelty to provoke her, so she nodded silently.

Lin Lan smiled brightly, just like when she first met her in Xinzheku.

But looking back, we have walked side by side for so many years.

(End of this chapter)