Concubine Hanhan's Concubine Gongdou

Chapter 912 The time has come
In the Fangfei Palace, the maid Bailing felt that her master, Meiren Zhao, was full of thoughts these days, with unresolved sorrow in her brows, she was in a daze from time to time, sometimes gnashing her teeth thinking about something, and sometimes her face was full of fear.

Occasionally, he would ask her abruptly: "Are there not many sisters staying in the palace?"

"Long Live God pardoned a group of people, and sent some to prison, not many more." Whenever Bai Ling was asked, he was afraid that if he said something wrong, Meiren Zhao would be displeased.

Hearing her words, Zhao Meiren became more preoccupied, and occasionally muttered to herself: "Sisters in the palace, there are not many..."

It seems to be lamenting something, and it seems to be afraid of something.

When she was on duty at night, Zhao Meiren always asked her to sleep on the side of the bed, saying that there were more than one person, so she could feel at ease.

But this was only in front of her. In front of Nightingale, Zhao Meiren behaved as usual.

Today, Meiren Zhao couldn't even eat breakfast, she said she had no appetite as soon as it was served, and asked to take it away, sitting alone in a daze.

At this moment, Meiren Zhao was sitting in front of the window sill and staring out blankly. There were two little maids outside the hall who were infected by the festive atmosphere of years ago, chatting and laughing, their voices were clear and sweet.

The more festive it was outside, the more flustered Zhao Meiren was. The voices of the two maids outside made her upset, so she directly signaled Bai Ling to scold them.

She didn't feel better until she calmed down again, but when she looked at the sky outside, she jumped up and downed the stool behind her without knowing it.

She asked in a panic, "Bailing, what time is it?"

Bai Ling, who came in from the outside, opened the curtain, just heard this sentence, and replied: "It's time, master."

"The time has come... The time has come..." Zhao Meiren murmured to herself in a low voice, her expression flustered, and she paced back and forth in a daze.

"Master, what did you say?" Seeing that the stool behind Zhao Meiren fell down, Bai Ling hurried over to help it up, and heard Zhao Meiren's indistinct words, thinking that something was wrong.

Zhao Meiren didn't answer her, looked outside again, remembered something, grabbed Bai Ling's hand, and said nervously: "Bailing, go and see Nightingale..."

"Is the master looking for a servant girl?" A female voice came from outside the door, and then a court lady lifted the heavy curtain to block the wind and cold and came in.

When Meiren Zhao saw Nightingale, she hurriedly hid her flustered expression, with an honest smile on her face: "Ningingale is here, I'm going to let Bai Ling find you."

Nightingale made a blessing, and replied respectfully: "How dare I forget what my master ordered. When the time comes, my servant will come naturally."

Zhao Meiren seemed to have calmed down, and said to Nightingale, "That's good, you have always been the safest in doing things."

She walked back to the dressing table, and said after a while: "I'm so depressed these days, go out for a walk, and change my clothes for me."

"Yes." Bai Ling responded, and went to get the clothes, only to feel that since Nightingale came in, the atmosphere was indescribably weird.

Soon Meiren changed into better clothes. Before going out, she wrapped a thick brocade and silver squirrel skin cloak, and Nightingale stuffed a small brass magpie making spring hand stove at the right time. What decision, one step out of the hall.

After walking a certain distance from Fangfei Palace, she subconsciously looked in one direction, stood still and watched intently, and did not react until Nightingale urged her.

She turned to Bai Ling and said, "Bailing, you don't have to go, it's enough for Nightingale to follow me."

Bai Ling answered "Yes", stopped and stayed where she was, watching Zhao Meiren leave.

She recognized that the direction Meiren Zhao was looking at was the direction where Zhou Changzai lived. The three sisters in the palace back then, Sun Cairen, Zhou Changzai and Meiren Zhao, now there is only one person left, which is really a sigh...

Zhao Meiren took Nightingale along a secluded path and headed towards the west side of the imperial garden.

The closer she got to that cold and dilapidated place, the more unable to calm down Zhao Meiren.

Finally, after seeing that there was no one around, she stopped, broke out completely, threw the hand stove to the ground, turned around and asked Nightingale, "What exactly does your mother want me to do?"

Nightingale had a cold look in her eyes, and said with a smile: "Master Zhao, you will know when you arrive. But this servant reminds you, the empress has been kind to you all these years, you and the Zhao family can have today, all rely on your empress, don't forget your roots."

Zhao Meiren tore open her honest face, and said angrily: "Didn't she just pinch my Zhao family's handle? You have been watching me by my side all these years, you should know that I have done so many things against my conscience for her. Things, isn't that enough? She looks like that now, what more does she want!"

"You can't say that, Master Zhao." Nightingale put away her smile and snorted coldly: "How can you say that your mother is forcing you to do what you love and what I want? Why didn't Master Zhao say that when your mother was still hot and difficult?" What do you say? Seeing that the empress is down and out, Master Zhao wants to get rid of the responsibility, which is really a good plan."

She approached Meiren Zhao, and said solemnly: "Master Zhao, since you have already boarded the same boat, you'd better wish your mother well, otherwise, you may be the first person to be unlucky."

After Zhao Meiren heard the last sentence, she finally came to her senses, lowered her eyes, and stopped talking.

Seeing that there are fewer and fewer concubines in the harem these days, even Zhou Changzai, who has the best relationship with her, is nowhere to be found. She can't even find out what happened, where she went, whether she is dead or alive.

She was terrified, fearing that it would be her turn next, any disturbance in the harem would frighten her like a frightened horse, and when she received the news of Xue Wanjun's arrival, this fright reached its peak.

But at this time, what Nightingale said was not true. I chose this path back then, and there was no turning back.

Nightingale didn't speak, but waited for Meiren Zhao with a mocking smile on her lips.

Finally, Meiren Zhao said softly: "Let's go."

Nightingale's smile deepened, and she went to pick up the hand stove, patted the slush and handed it to Meiren Zhao again, saying: "Knowing the times is a hero, Master Zhao always knows how to make choices. There are secret whistles over there, so I have to trouble Master Zhao." Go around a little farther and go this way, this way we can get to the place we really want to go."

Zhao Meiren took over the hand stove and followed her resignedly, feeling an unresolved sadness in her heart.

She lamented, Xue Wanjun wanted her life viciously, if she left, I'm afraid this life would be difficult to save, I hope Xue Wanjun can keep his promise, so that her father and brother can be safe...

In Canglan Courtyard, Lianhua is wrapped in snow-white fox fur, with a simple bun, with two honey-colored crystal hairpins inserted on top, embellished with white velvet hair accessories, making her lips red and her teeth white, and her skin as smooth as fat.

She held a small white jade heater in her hand, she was warm all over, she didn't feel cold at all, she refused to sit and walk and wanted to go by herself, and went out happily under the earnest instructions of Qi Nanny.

(End of this chapter)