The full-level boss takes the whole family to farm after crossing

Chapter 311 Pleasant Distress

The silver-white figure is as pine as cypress.

When the young man left, the emperor sighed, "Weiwei's death day is coming."

He wasn't even sure whether his son came back because of him who was pretending to be sick, or because of the anniversary of the death of his mother and concubine.

The eunuch came forward and asked about the detailed matters to be prepared on the day of death.

Originally, these were all stipulated specifications, and there was no need to ask the emperor again.

If it was someone else who died, it would indeed be the case.

But this is the imperial concubine.

She is the imperial concubine favored by the emperor.

After simply raising the specifications a few points, the emperor let the eunuchs watch over them.

The eunuch stepped back tactfully.

one Year.

It has been a year since the imperial concubine died.

But obviously, the emperor has not yet come out.

In other words, he will never be able to get out in this life.

The eunuch sighed. It was rumored in the imperial capital that the imperial concubine doted on the harem, was arrogant and willful, and occupied the emperor and did not allow others to be favored. But everyone in the palace knew that the imperial concubine did not love the emperor.

But the emperor loves the imperial concubine deeply.

During the year after her death, no one was allowed to mention her.

No one is allowed to destroy any flowers and trees in her palace.

Forbid others to wear her favorite color clothes.

Anyone who offends it will be shot to death.

And the only ones who could enter the palace were Yan Qingchai, except for the few maids who were meticulous in cleaning.

The maid opened the vermilion palace door, and the moment he stepped in, a white cat a few sizes larger than Snow Cake fell from the sky and hit him on the shoulder.

Yan Qing chased her face and walked forward without changing her expression.

The former personal maid came forward to salute, and wanted to take the cat away, but Yan Qing chased him down, "That's very good."

It's a pity that cats and cats are too big.

It is not good to put on the top of the head.

Otherwise, he wants to try it too.

Everything remained as it was, even the little daisy that emerged from the stones on the road and was named by the imperial concubine was swaying in place.

There is a peach blossom tree planted in front of the court, not for viewing peach blossoms, but for eating peaches.

A small tank was bare and out of place.

There is a lotus pond in his palace, and there are two lotus plants in the water tank that he dug out and planted by himself.

I don't know if it will bloom in autumn or not.

The fish raised in it are very strange.

The lady in the palace explained at the right time that the little fish inside had indeed been replaced with new ones.

old, dead.

She didn't dare to say these two words.

Now this word has become a taboo in the palace.

"It's okay, death is like a lamp going out, and the living must learn to accept this fact."

The grand lady was surprised.

Yan Qing chased into the hall.

It was cleaned very clean, but it didn't look like the imperial concubine's palace at all.

There are no court ladies coming and going.

Treasures and delicacies presented like water.

No smoke.

Not popular.

He was the only one left in the hall, Yan Qingzhui raised his hand and stroked the fat cat, with a gentle voice, "If you meet her again, will you recognize her?"

The fat cat meowed.

"Can you smell it?" Yan Qingzhui asked again.

The fat cat was too lazy to meow.

"I saw her."

"I'm sure that's my concubine mother."

"It was an amazing feeling."

"From the moment I saw her, I was not sad. I knew she just changed her life."

"Her food is good, I was lucky to taste it, and I like it very much."

"Her family also has a cat, which is as beautiful as yours."

The fat cat meowed heavily.

Yan Qingzhui took it off his shoulder and put it in the nest beside the table.

Much heavier than snow cakes.

I can't lift my shoulders anymore.

Yan Qingzhui suddenly let out a low laugh, his voice was still gentle and elegant, "I don't know how to face the anniversary of my death for a few days now."

Is it possible to really want to copy the scriptures of the past life?
inappropriate.

Rare distress.

But it is a joyful distress.

(End of this chapter)