Concubine Hanhan's Concubine Gongdou

Chapter 898 Zhou Yijun's place

Thinking of one person, Xue Wanjun's eyes were as cold as frost for an instant, and scenes from the past came to mind.

Yes, she should hate that person the most. If that person was willing to protect her with all his heart, she wouldn't be in the situation she is today!

It's in vain that she treats that person so well, respects her and loves her, and flatters her in everything, but that person always treats her coldly, no matter what she does, she can't get into his eyes.

I still remember that when she was diagnosed with pregnancy, she made soup herself and asked that person to take care of her.

And how did that old man treat her, push and block, saying that the empress dowager is not in good health and cannot get away.

No matter how bad the empress dowager's health is, there are so many waiters around her, and there is a special imperial hospital on time, how can one person be missing?What's more, no one in the palace dared to attack the Empress Dowager, she was the one who needed the most care!

And every time she treated her coldly, she didn't get rid of the old man's shadow until he went to Yixiang Palace and she was in charge of the entire harem.

If it's just that, from now on the two have nothing to do with each other, she won't hate her, but why does this old guy come back, and when he comes back, he protects a small promise under his wings and does everything She thought about what this old man did back then, and even took over the throne for Concubine Xu De.

If it hadn't been for the intervention of the old man, she wouldn't have lost so many people, and the eyes and ears of the palace had been pulled out in sevens and eights, so that she retreated steadily and fell into what she is today.

Is she so worthless?

The past came like a flood, Xue Wanjun hated it more and more, blood rushed to her forehead, she had a headache, red eyes filled her eyes, and the mania hidden in her heart faintly rose, she couldn't help but put her hand on her forehead uncomfortable.

At this time, Caiqin, who was standing in front of her with her head bowed, calmly responded to her words just now: "Your Majesty, this servant's life is yours. If your Majesty dies, this servant will not live alone."

As soon as these words came out, Xue Wanjun raised her eyes and looked at the ordinary-looking person in front of her. She couldn't see the person's expression clearly, but the words she said were the same as before, and the mania in her heart was inexplicably calmed down.

In this world, there are still people who are willing to die for her...

She calmed down, with a trace of gentleness in her eyes, she thought that the decision to try to get Caiqin into the palace was right, if there is no Caiqin, she doesn't know what to do now, I'm afraid it will be even more bleak.

What happened back then was that she was sorry for Caiqin, and if she had another chance, she would do her best to make it up.

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The weather is getting colder and colder, and it is the middle of winter in the twelfth lunar month.

Zhou Yijun in the Hetai Temple walked on the white snow step by step, and when she arrived in front of a solemn hall, she rubbed her hands with many chilblains, gathered her plain clothes, looked up at the hall, calm at heart.

She cleaned off the snow and mud on her feet in front of the hall, and then she stepped into the hall.

She entered quietly, first greeted the senior teacher with clasped hands, and then walked up to the futon she usually sat on and sat down cross-legged to start her morning class for the day.

This royal temple is located in the mountains in the western suburbs of the capital.

The temples in the mountains are much colder than those in the capital. Life here is hard and difficult, and all the basic necessities of life need to be done by yourself. Even in the middle of winter, there is still only cold water to cleanse the face. Every morning is a great challenge for people.

The temple pays attention to the cultivation and meditation, it is the twelfth lunar month, and the charcoal fires distributed are not enough. The quilt is cold at night, and people lie on it like sleeping in an ice cellar. They can only shrink into a ball, and their hands and feet are as cold as iron. Slowly warming up, I have to get up early in the morning to do morning classes in the severe cold before dawn, and the days are very miserable.

People here have more or less chilblains on their bodies and hands. If they go to work in the kitchen and are touched by the fire, the chilblains will break out, which is painful and itchy, making them extremely uncomfortable.

Many nobles who were sent here and never suffered, couldn't stand the misery. The day care workers tried to escape, but most of them were useless. This royal temple is strictly managed, and no ordinary people can get involved. These people There is nothing else to do but cry.

But Zhou Yijun gradually fell in love with the life here. Here, she felt extremely peaceful in her heart. Although the days were hard and her body was tired every day, here she didn't have to think about anything, and she didn't need to pretend to be herself, Zhou Yijun. That's fine.

Obviously not long after leaving the harem, she felt as if she had been completely reborn. Everything in the past was like the clouds of the past, like waking up from a big dream.

Occasionally, when she thinks about the events of that day, she feels in a daze when she thinks about it. When she first came here, she was uneasy. Whenever she woke up from a dream, she would always touch her whole body. She didn't let out a long sigh until she felt that her limbs were sound and the quilt was rough and worn. In one breath, knowing that this is true, she is not dead.

In this world, no one is not afraid of death, just like her.

From the moment she learned that Liu Lingyi died because she intended to murder the emperor, she was ready, knowing that she would not escape sooner or later. After all, she and concubine Liu had joined forces to frame Xue Wanjun and killed Canglan Court.

The series of turmoil in the harem on the day of Wanshou, plus the death of Concubine Liu, made her instantly certain that Qingya's behavior was exposed, which caused a great shock, more ferocious than ever before, as if the entire harem was about to be destroyed .

In the harem at that time, everyone was silent, with no bottom in their hearts, and they didn't know what happened.

On the contrary, she became the calmest person, because she knew that she couldn't escape, fear was nothing but fear, but her whole body had calmed down.

Now that she has done it, she will deal with the consequences of the incident.

It's just that she didn't expect that the haircut she expected was delayed. It was not until a long time later that someone came to summon her, and she was summoned by the emperor.

I remember at that time, when she walked into the Hall of Stars, she subconsciously raised her head and glanced at her superior, only to see that man sitting on the throne with a cold expression, as if he was dealing with political affairs, as if her affairs were nothing more than a trivial matter, and he did not pay attention to it at all.

She froze for a moment before praying and fell to the ground. Unlike what she had imagined, she thought she would see an emperor with a cold face, but she never expected that the emperor's expression was much calmer than she imagined. Even if she couldn't see any emotions, she And feel that peace.

She knelt on the ground for a long time, but the emperor didn't speak or look at her. It wasn't until a long time later that her legs were already numb, and there was no movement above her head.

The emperor seemed to have handled the political affairs well, she heard the sound of cups clinking, she expected that the emperor was drinking tea, and immediately felt a majestic gaze on her.

That gaze was so oppressive that it made her heart tremble.

The people on the throne didn't want to delay any longer, so they went straight to the point: "Mr. Zhou, are you guilty?"

At that time, she clenched her trembling hands, bowed down and pleaded guilty, and didn't say much about the rest.

The person on the throne said indifferently: "He is a smart man. Tell me, what crime did you commit?"

(End of this chapter)