Qing Palace - Biography of Concubine Wan

Chapter 72: Like a Heart (1)

At the beginning of spring, Xiao Fuzi and Xiao Luzi moved out the flowers and plants that were brought into the house at night one by one. Thanks to the careful care, these flowers and plants grew well, and several pots of flowers that were not in season had already bloomed. .

As she was moving, Zijin suddenly ran in from the outside in a hurry, and a gust of wind blew up from the passerby. She walked too hastily, and she didn't see Xiao Fuzi who was carrying the flowers, and bumped into him all of a sudden. , almost smashed the pot on the ground, but fortunately, the empty-handed Xiaoluzi next to him gave him a hand.

"Miss Zijin, why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Xiao Fuzi put down the flower pot and asked, he rarely saw Zijin get angry in such a hurry.

On the other side, Xiao Luzi also came over and joked: "Could it be that someone is chasing you, Miss Zijin?!" They have been together for a long time, and they often joke around.

Zi Jin took the steps back and said: "I don't have time to talk to you two, I have something urgent to report to Miss, by the way, do you know where Miss is now?"

"In the room, when I first came out, I saw the master practicing calligraphy inside!"

After getting the answer, Zijin immediately ran in, walked around the main hall and came to the Bilin Hall, before entering the door, she heard the voices of the young lady and Mianyi inside.Zijin suppressed the excitement in her heart, pushed the door open and entered, and saw that Qingru was writing something on the case with a pen in her left hand, and Mianyi was helping to polish the ink.

"Miss, Concubine Tong is dead!" As soon as she came in, Zi Jin shook out the big news, thinking that the lady would be shocked when she heard it, just like she was when she heard it just now.

Unexpectedly, Qingru's reaction was far beyond her intentions, she just said lightly: "Really?" And during the speech, she didn't raise her head, didn't stop writing, and didn't even move her eyes, as if she had already I know the same.

"Miss! Concubine Tong is dead. Concubine Tong of Xianfu Palace is dead. Don't you know at all? Or do you already know?" She frowned and muttered: "Impossible, we No one in the palace should know the news before me, and I ran back as soon as I heard it!" She blinked hard with a puzzled face, and moved her face across the table, almost touching Qingru's head up.

Qingru wrote the last stroke on the paper, turned the pen upside down, tapped Zijin's forehead with the tip of the pen, and moved her face a little away: "What's so surprising? Do you know that Concubine Tong's death is related to the death of Empress Xiaoxian?" Whether she likes it or not, Fulin has posthumously named Dong E Xianglan her empress, and according to the rules, she must be called so.

After hearing her words, Zi Jin straightened his eyes, looked at Qing Ru in a daze and said, "Miss, you are too powerful, right?! You can guess this too!

Qingru took the handkerchief from Mianyi, wiped the sweat from her palms, left the desk and said, "The imperial concubine's death is so bizarre, someone must have intentionally harmed her, and the most capable and motivated non- Concubine Tong is none other than Concubine Tong. I had thought of this a few days ago. But it would not be wrong to say that there is no surprise at all. After finding her, somehow she was exposed this time. Concubine Tong is really hurting others this time. Although she has become Empress Xiaoxian, she has involved herself in it. It’s time to pay for it, and it will be cheaper for others!”

The world is impermanent, who would have thought that in just a few days, the two most honored people in the harem would leave one after another. The difference is that one died with great sorrow and glory, while the other passed away miserably. Can they be buried? Entering the concubine's mausoleum is still unknown.

"How is the emperor now?" Qingru asked softly, picked up the last piece of paper with both hands, and gently blew on the wet ink.There were no emotional fluctuations in those shining eyes. They just stared intently at the translucent paper. There were only eight characters on the paper, which were written with the left hand. After nearly a year of practice, the left hand has already written It is very fluent, not losing to my right hand who has written characters for more than ten years.

One stroke at a time, these seemingly ordinary strokes hide the momentum of Lingyun, the strength of the strokes is combined with softness, and it comes out straight through the back of the paper.

Zijin didn't know why Miss would suddenly ask about the emperor. In the past six months, they had tried to avoid this word as much as possible for fear of making him sad. After thinking about it, she decided to answer truthfully: "The emperor is in the imperial concubine..." For a while He spoke quickly, using his previous address, and quickly changed his words: "Well, that is, after Empress Xiaoxian was buried, she locked herself in the Qianqing Palace and did not allow anyone to go in to disturb her. I heard from the food delivery person that , the emperor doesn't eat much, what kind of food is sent in, what is taken out, and..." She took a peek at Qingru, seeing her face as usual, and said: "and even making a fuss about going to Wutai Mountain to become a monk I am a monk, but the queen mother did not agree with anything, so I dragged it down!"

(End of this chapter)