The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 1 End
In the 16th year of Ding'an, winter.

The goose feather snow fell all night, the cold wind was blowing, and the glazed and golden tiles were covered by a vast expanse of white, leaving only white snow and red walls between the sky and the earth.

Jingyang Palace.

The hall was burning with charcoal, and Song Xieyu was sitting in front of the dressing table wearing only a small dress, her haggard complexion was reflected in the dim brass mirror, even brocade clothes and gold hairpins could not conceal the decadence between her eyebrows and eyes.

"Your Majesty, drink the medicine, if you continue to suffer like this, you won't be able to take it anymore." Cuiwei persuaded in a low voice while holding the medicine bowl, her eyes were a bit worried.

Song Xieyu waved his hands, staring blankly at himself in the bronze mirror, and after a long time, he lowered his eyes and got up with Cuiwei's support.

"Serve me to change clothes."

Cuiwei was puzzled, "It's already night, where are you planning to go?"

"Auspicious clothing." Song Xieyu said lightly.

Cuiwei was startled, her lips muttered a few times, but she didn't ask the question.

Auspicious clothes have always been worn on extremely important occasions, and the empress has only worn them twice since she became a noble concubine. The nobleman passed away, so why should he wear auspicious clothes?

Putting on the auspicious clothes and pulling up the most solemn hair bun, Song Xieyu inserted the last golden hairpin between the temples, and the image of the beautiful and proud imperial concubine, who was always honored and favored in the dim brass mirror, jumped out.

This face used to be so beautiful, so young, as charming and charming as a peony in full bloom, but now it is completely decadent, with only tiredness and numbness in the brows and eyes, and I can no longer see the innocence and innocence that was so beautiful and unparalleled in Kyoto in the past.

Song Xieyu took a last look at the bronze mirror, raised his right hand and sat down in the hall where Suri Palace concubine greeted her with the support of Cuiwei, sitting upright on the throne that symbolized the noble status of the emperor's favored harem.

"My lady..."

Song Xieyu pointed to the closed palace door, "Go, open it."

Cuiwei had no choice but to open the hall door, and the wind and snow swept in, instantly taking away most of the warmth in the hall, and Cuiwei couldn't help shivering from the cold.

"Your Majesty, why don't you add more clothes? You will freeze your body like this." Cuiwei walked to Song Xieyu angrily and comforted her.

Song Xieyu stared blankly at the vast whiteness outside the hall, and after a long time asked in a low voice, "How is beauty Yan?"

Cuiwei replied: "These days have been much better, I think I will be able to come to say hello tomorrow."

"It's fine if she recovers, I'm sorry for her." Song Xieyu shook his head, with a bitterness on the corner of his mouth, "I have been in the palace for nearly ten years, and I still haven't fulfilled my wish to sit in the mother's world In his position, he lost his heart and killed an unknown number of innocent people..."

Cuiwei's eyes turned red, "Your Majesty, don't say that. Since the day you entered the palace, this servant never thought of surviving. It's because of your kindness that this servant has survived until now. This servant knows that you are being forced. You If he hadn't fought or snatched, he would have been swallowed up in this man-eating palace, not even bones left."

Song Xieyu smiled, "It's because I don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, and relying on my family background, my heart is higher than the sky. I ignored my parents' dissuasion and insisted on breaking into this deep palace, but in the end I ended up alone."

"This guy was built with human lives..."

She touched the seat under her, and big tears overflowed her eyes, "I'm sorry for them..."

"Your Majesty, why are you bothering!" Cuiwei couldn't hold back anymore, and knelt down in front of her, choking with sobs, "I know how miserable you were back then, why do you blame yourself so much..."

Song Xieyu wiped away the tears at the end of her eyes, looked down at Cuiwei, smiled and pulled her up, and handed a box to her, "Give this to Yanmei, go."

"Then you?"

"Go." Song Xieyu didn't want to say more, just pulled her up and pushed her towards the door.

Cuiwei hesitated and walked away, there was no one in the hall except Song Xieyu, the cold wind kept whistling into the room, making her complexion gradually turn pale, and her whole body turned cold.

I don't know how long it took, Song Xieyu saw a group of people walking in the distance, and when they got closer, they saw the leader Song Xieyu suddenly smiled.

"Concubine Yi, don't come here without any harm." Xie Chu, king of Yong, stepped into the hall indifferently, wearing a black python robe and a big cloak with crane feathers on his shoulders. The hoarfrost made the already indifferent handsome face even more cold and awe-inspiring.

Behind him were several eunuchs holding trays, and one of them was Zhu Cheng, the chief eunuch beside His Majesty.

"The servant has seen the imperial concubine." Zhu Cheng smiled and slapped Qian'er.

Song Xieyu was sitting upright at the head, looking down at everyone, her pupils shrank slightly when her eyes fell on the three-foot white silk on the tray.

"Long time no see, Your Highness King Yong." Song Xieyu twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a smile that was not a smile, "I didn't expect that the last person I will see will be you."

Xie Chu lowered his eyes slightly, smoothed the creases on his cuffs, his voice was cold and unwavering, "Since I promised your father to take care of you, even if you die, I should watch over you."

"The palace is very honored." Song Xieyu smiled and tears welled up from the corners of her eyes, but the sharp armor on her hand that was tucked into her sleeves scraped across the chair, leaving a deep scar.

She is not reconciled!

Not reconciled!

After so many years of hard work, with blood on his hands and countless corpses under his feet, he even lost his father and brother's official career, and lost the emperor's favor to the Song family, but he still didn't get that seat.

Her heart seemed to be bleeding, and the deeply suppressed guilt surged out. If she could sit in that seat, maybe it wouldn't be the situation she is in now.

She regretted, regretted why she was so stupid back then, and even more regretted why she insisted on entering the palace!
Song Xieyu slowly closed her eyes, hiding all her remorse.

Xie Chu stood on the spot and looked directly at her, his black eyes were flat and unwavering, as if looking at a stranger, "You should thank your father for being my teacher, otherwise I would be the one who started today."

Turning his head slightly after speaking, Zhu Cheng immediately understood, smiled and waved behind him: "Send the imperial concubine on the way."

Several young eunuchs put the trays in their hands in front of Song Xieyu, Zhu Cheng pointed at them, and said with a friendly smile, "Your Majesty, you...choose one yourself?"

Song Xieyu glanced at the dagger, warm wine, white silk and a piece of rope.

Slowly walking down the high position, Song Xieyu flicked several things one by one with his fingertips, and took the warm wine from the golden cup under everyone's gaze.

"This wine..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhu Cheng answered, "It's your favorite Qiu Lubai. Your Majesty has specially ordered it. The servants dare not slack off."

This is very ironic.

"If you didn't add anything in it, I really want to reward you for doing things properly." Song Xieyu rolled her eyes and sarcastically said with a little charm, Zhu Cheng smiled and stopped talking.

(End of this chapter)