The High Gate Mistress of Rebirth

It was midnight when Zhao Xuan and Mrs. Xie returned to the palace. The two of them entered the door hand in hand, and saw a person standing at the door.

It was cold in Beijing in winter, her face was pale, her lips were blue from the cold, obviously she had been standing in the cold wind for a long time.

It was that Meng family.

Zhao Xuan hurried forward, frowned and said: "You are not in the room in the middle of the night, what are you doing here? It's so cold, it's not like you're going to freeze."

Meng raised her wet eyes to look at Zhao Xuan, and said in a low voice, "I haven't seen you come back, and I'm thinking about it, so I can't take care of it."

As she spoke, she began to cry, her thin shoulders trembled slightly, and her whole body was like a willow branch swayed by the cold wind, soft, weak, and pitiful.

Mrs. Xie hated this the most, she snorted coldly, waved her hand at Zhao Xuan and said, "Hurry up and send her back." Then, she said to Mrs. Meng in a cold voice: "I can tell you, this is the capital city, the emperor Underfoot, it can’t be compared to being in Yizhou, how many pairs of eyes are staring at it, you don’t want to do something like that for me again, if something gets out, the entire Prince Yong’s mansion will be affected.”

Mrs. Xie is right. The feudal lords of all dynasties are sensitive existences. Take the tribute paid every two or three years as an example.

In front of the Son of Heaven, it is natural to be a man with his tail between his legs. If there is something wrong and he is caught, he will inevitably be brought up to blame.

Seeing that Zhao Xuan didn't move, Mrs. Xie urged again: "Take her back quickly."

The fragile woman who mentioned the past just now has returned to the calm, capable and well-informed wife of the wealthy family at this moment.

After Zhao Xuan took the man away, Mrs. Xie gathered the velvet shawl and walked towards her yard with steady steps.

Seeing the return of the master, the little girls in the room came up to welcome her master, and served Xie's clothes graciously. While busy, she couldn't help asking: "Shizifei, is the palace extraordinarily luxurious? Are there any songs and dances, are they the same as ours in Yizhou? It is said that the emperor is as mighty as the gods in the temple, is it true? And the queen empress, is she really as beautiful as a fairy? What kind of beauty is the empress?"

These two little maids were brought by Mrs. Xie from Yizhou Palace, and they are her personal maids, so they are not cautious in front of her. The maids are young, just at the age of love and freshness, so they are naturally satisfied with the mysterious imperial city. Full of curiosity.

Xie smiled faintly, holding the teacup with both hands, sipped the ginger tea made with red dates and ginseng carefully, and replied: "Of course the imperial palace is the most luxurious place in the world, and the singing and dancing in the palace is also beautiful. But it’s different from Yizhou, the performances on such occasions are all traditional Chinese music, grand and elegant.”

The eyes of the two little girls were round and round, they held their breath and stared at Mrs Xie, Mrs Xie glanced at the two innocent girls, and continued: "The current emperor was once the God of War, he is handsome, wise and famous. , is more powerful than the gods in the temple."

The two little girls didn't blink when they heard this, and asked persistently, "What kind of woman would be worthy of such a good person? Isn't the queen more beautiful than Chang'e?"

Xie Yile: "The empress is naturally extremely beautiful, but the emperor and empress are not gods, they are also mortals."

As she said that, she deliberately teased the two girls and said, "I'm still the emperor's cousin."

The two little girls giggled and looked at Mrs. Xie unconsciously with more admiration.

Master and servants were chatting and joking here, Xie felt his eyes darken and passed out.

Zhao Xuan took Meng Shi back to the house, and he couldn't help but scold her: "You are such a grown-up person, why don't you always play childish temper, okay?"

As soon as Zhao Xuan said this, Meng's tears fell: "You despise me, don't you?"

She looked at him with watery eyes, her voice choked with sadness.

Zhao Xuan couldn't bear it, and explained: "How can you say that, how can I despise you."

He sighed, "I'm worried that you are weak, and you are freezing outside in the cold weather, and you will not be the one to suffer when you fall ill later."

Meng threw herself into Zhao Xuan's arms, still crying non-stop: "Husband, you are the only one who loves me in this world, and I am a duckweed-like person, and only you are willing to love me."

Then, he held Zhao Xuan's hand tightly, looked at him and asked, "Will you treat me well forever? You will never abandon me, will you?"

She was crying with tears in her eyes, her eyes were red and swollen.

Zhao Xuan looked at the appearance of his concubine Lihua with rain, but suddenly the image of his wife's fragility and sadness on the tower suddenly appeared in his mind.

"You promise me, okay?" Seeing that Zhao Xuan was silent, Meng asked again.

Zhao Xuan sighed slightly, pushed Mrs. Meng to sit on the bed, and replied: "Don't always think wildly, your body is weak, and you can't stand it any longer."

Mrs. Meng finally settled down, she stopped her tears, was silent for a long time, and finally said: "You have already come out of the palace, haven't you?"

"Where have you been?"

"You took her to play, didn't you?"

With resentment in her eyes, she looked at him bluntly, and the sadness in her tone could not be concealed.

Zhao Xuan rubbed his forehead and suddenly felt very tired. He said, "Stop talking about it, I'm tired, and you are tired too. Go to sleep, I'll be here with you today."

Meng Shi threw herself into his arms again, tears welled up again, dripping wetly on Zhao Xuan's body.

"I beg you, don't treat me like this. I won't be able to have children anymore. You are the only person I can rely on in this world. If you despise me again, then I have no way out."

Mrs. Meng is holding Zhao Xuan here and crying, only to hear the sound of Tong Chuan's mother-in-law replying through the door, "My lord, just now the people from Madam's side came to pass the news, saying that Madam passed out suddenly, and asked you to go over quickly." .”

When Zhao Xuan heard this, he felt his head buzzing.

He pushed Meng Shi who was crying away, stepped to the door in two or three steps, opened the door violently, and asked anxiously: "What's the matter? Why are you still fainted? Call the doctor quickly."

While he was talking, he was rushing out, and just bumped into the girl who was going back and forth, and asked, "What's going on?"

The girl replied: "Madam was chatting and laughing with us when she came back, but suddenly she passed out. When I came out, Sister Yanzhi had already called the doctor."

Zhao Xuan was so frightened that he jumped up and down. Mrs. Xie had always been healthy, and he had never heard her complain of illness and pain before. Since returning to Beijing, he had seen his wife's fragile side, and hearing that she was like this now made Zhao Xuan very worried.

He rushed back to the main house in a hurry, the doctor was writing a prescription outside, the doctor was brought over from Yizhou, the fear was that there would be a headache on the way and it would be inconvenient to seek medical treatment, so when Mrs. Xie fell ill, the maids immediately The doctor was invited over.

"What's the matter? Is Madam okay?" Zhao Xuan asked anxiously when he saw the doctor.

Before the doctor opened his mouth, the little girl Yan Zhi couldn't wait to say with joy: "Master, Madam, she is happy again."