The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 828
In the 45th year of Pingyang, Concubine Mintai died.

When Xie Chu entered the Yanqing Palace, Song Xieyu was dressed in plain palace attire and was standing by the bronze water tank, tapping the water surface with her slender fingertips, and after a while, layers of water ripples filled the air.

He stood and watched quietly for a while, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on her body, and a bronze water tank filled with hibiscus flowers.

Inexplicably, he was infected with three points of pathos.

"Why didn't you make a sound when you came here?" After a while, Song Xieyu found him, twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled lightly.

Xie Chu came down from the steps, the dark robe made him more calm.

Walking closer, he raised his hand to help her brush a strand of hair on her forehead, a dark color flashed across her slender phoenix eyes, and her voice was low and hoarse: "Why... so thin?"

Song Xieyu's face was white and transparent, and even when she smiled, she still had a broken beauty. Xie Chu looked distressed, and looked away in embarrassment, and landed on the hibiscus flower in the water tank next to her.

"Third brother, my aunt is gone." Song Xieyu's tone was unrecognizable, and the water on his fingertips became more and more crystal clear.

Xie Chu took a deep look at her, and took a long time to comfort her: "Concubine Min's escape is quite safe, she has been trapped in this palace for most of her life, and now she is relieved, it is a blessing for her."

Even if he was alive and well-fed in this palace every day, he might be considered safe for others, but for the noble concubine Yu Min, it might not be another kind of torture.

When he was young, he lived in the Huaiyin Palace for a while. At that time, Concubine Mintai was not the demure and docile appearance she is now. Mrs. Song regarded her as more precious than her eyeballs. At that time, Concubine Mintai was Huaiyin. The most favored little girl in the palace.

When he first came to Huaiyin Palace, he went to visit Mrs. Song. Concubine Min Tai was sitting at the old lady's lap with pure and gentle eyes.

Later, after getting acquainted with each other, she treated him as her own younger brother, took him to hunt on horseback, had picnics, and raised cats and rabbits.

She also used to be angry with fresh clothes, disregarding rules and etiquette, and she was in love at the beginning of love, embroidering her own wedding dress stitch by stitch.

However, good fortune tricked people, once entering the palace gate was as deep as the sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby from now on, and Concubine Min Tai entered the palace at the age of eight years, that wanton and gentle girl died on that spring day, leaving behind a meek, courteous, tender Concubine Min.

After hearing this, Song Xieyu's depressed mood increased a little: "Everyone else makes me think about it, why is it that you, Brother San, are so different in comforting people?"

Xie Chu pursed his lips slightly, looked down at her, and said in a soft tone: "Changle, if you are sad, just cry, in front of me, don't hold back."

With his words, Song Xieyu's eyes turned red instantly, and the sadness in her heart was overwhelming. She sniffed, and held back the tears after a while, with tears in the corners of her eyes, and her raised jaw line was stubborn and sharp.

"I don't cry, aunt...Auntie said that she likes to see me smile the most. If I cry, she will be reluctant to leave..."

Song Xieyu said not to cry, but her voice was hoarse and scary, as if her emotions had been suppressed to the extreme.

Xie Chu stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms without making a sound, Song Xieyu's body stiffened, and then softened after a while, grabbing Xie Chu's lapel with his hands, buried her face in his arms, crying trembling.

"My aunt said...to see the hibiscus flowers, Yan'er and I went to pick them, but within half an hour, my aunt disappeared..."

Xie Chu patted her on the back, lowered his eyebrows in pity, Yuxian Yushu stood in the distance, watching from a distance, not daring to approach her.

"Third brother, I understand the truth, I'm just sad... Uncontrollable sadness..."

Song Xieyu's emotions collapsed, her mind was blank, and she kept saying something, even she couldn't remember clearly.

It took a full half an hour before she recovered from the great grief, stood up, and saw that the robe on Xie Chu's chest was soaked in large swaths of her tears, and felt a little sorry for a while: "Yu Shu, take Your Highness to change clothes .”

Xie Chu took off his outer robe on his own, and only put on a strong outfit, which made his figure even more straight and upright, full of momentum.

Throwing the robe to Yu Shu next to her: "Don't be so troublesome. I'm here today to pick you up. Concubine Mintai has already been sent to the imperial mausoleum, Changle. This palace is not a safe place."

Song Xieyu bit her lips, her eyes flickered: "Third brother, I want to live in this palace for two days, and wait for my aunt to pass the first seven days."

Xie Chu frowned, puzzled by her words, Song Xieyu always understood the situation best, now the palace is full of orange clouds, even if it is too early to go back to Yongwang's mansion, why did he stay in this palace?
Song Xieyu also knew that her decision was indeed a bit willful, she gritted her teeth, and looked at Xie Chu: "My aunt told me some old things before she was alive, this is my aunt's last wish."

Xie Chu understood that since it was related to Concubine Min, there was no further delay. If there were no accidents in the future, Song Xieyu would not step into the harem again.

After pondering for a moment, he spoke again: "Then three days later, I will bring you back to your residence for the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven."

After discussing with Xie Chu, he was hurriedly called away by Zhu Cheng. Song Xieyu turned around and entered the palace, sat there for half an hour, it was dark, she carried a box and hid into the night to Ci'an Palace.

All the way was unimpeded, Song Xieyu followed the long alley and entered the inner hall.

There was no one in the inner hall, and a thick scent of sandalwood came to the face, making people clear-headed instantly.

Standing still in the inner hall and listening carefully, I heard the sound of beating bowls from the bead curtain next to it, once and for all, very regular,

She took out a small wooden box from her sleeve, held it with both hands and followed the sound.

There is a small side room next to it, and a Buddha statue is placed in it. The Empress Dowager is kneeling on the futon with her back to her.

"coming."

Song Xieyu had only walked three steps behind her, and before she had time to greet her, the sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly, and the Empress Dowager opened her mouth one step ahead of her.

Song Xieyu paused, then knelt down, and raised the wooden box in his hand above his head: "Grandmother, Changle is here to help my aunt take samples."

The Empress Dowager didn't speak for a long time, before she let out a long sigh: "Forget it, it's right next to you, take it away."

Song Xieyu looked sideways and saw a square wooden box on the table. His heart skipped a beat and he quickly looked back. Then he respectfully saluted the Empress Dowager.

"Grandmother Xie in Changle has fulfilled my aunt's last wish. My aunt will be very grateful if she knows about it."

The Empress Dowager listened to the voice of her grandniece behind her, and for a moment she didn't know whether she was doing right or wrong. Although she was from the Huaiyin Palace in name, she was different from Song Xieyu and Concubine Min. Direct descendants can only be counted as offshoots.

Min'er, what a pity...

"Let's go, your aunt, this life is truly liberated."

(End of this chapter)