After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 245 Jade Bracelets Can Protect People From Disasters

In the back garden of Minghua Palace, Empress Jiang planted a hook kiss in her early years.

The hook kiss is also known as the heart-broken grass, and it hooks people's throat when it enters the mouth. It is highly toxic and can rot people's intestines.

It was late autumn, and the little palace lady braved the night rain to gather the roots, stems and leaves of the hook, shivered and crushed them into juice, and carefully presented them to Empress Jiang.

The maids gathered around the bed, all wiping away their tears unbearably.

Empress Jiang's eyes were covered with a white scarf, she caught the porcelain cup filled with green juice, and said: "After I leave, the king will definitely blame you for not doing enough to guard, so you leave immediately after I die. Go to Zhayue Palace, only the one in Zhaiyue Palace can protect you."

"My lady..."

The court ladies all burst into tears when they recalled how they served Empress Jiang in the past.

"Xiao Zi is a good child. She shouldn't marry such an older man for the sake of Qi Chu, and spend the rest of her life in vain. The king wants to punish Xiao Zi with a painful marriage, and punish such an innocent girl. It won't make him happy."

Empress Jiang raised her head and slowly drank the juice of the hook kiss.

Ye Yu knocked on the window, and the sound broke his heart.

Dark red blood rolled down the corner of Empress Jiang's mouth.

Her face was pale, and the cup in her hand fell to the floor tiles.

"Starting..."

"Starting..."

Enduring the severe pain in her intestines, she called out Zhou Xianyuan's words in a hoarse voice.

Scenes emerged in her mind, she took a walk in the sunny garden with Qichu in her arms, she taught Qichu to write her name stroke by stroke, she personally cut clothes for Qichu year after year... …

Year by year, her children grew up slowly.

She taught him very well, distinguishing right from wrong from black to white, and also knowing good and evil in the world.

He is not bright and quick, but he is so kind and gentle.

He should be a qualified crown prince.

In these years, when he stepped into the imperial court, he had to do everything by himself, and the people in Shangjing City liked him very much.

But his father didn't like him, and neither did the courtiers.

Tears of blood flowed down, gradually staining the white scarf covering the eyes red.

"my child……"

"Mother is gone, who else in the world can protect you..."

"My child, what will I do in the future..."

Empress Jiang's face was like gold paper, she covered her cramped abdomen, and spat out mouthfuls of blood on the bed.

Blood stained the draperies and bedding.

She fell miserably in the tent.

Until the last moment of her life, she still cared about her child.

……

"The Empress is dead!"

Amidst the rain, the eunuch's terrified announcement of the funeral was heard far away.

Leng Gong.

"His Royal Highness!"

The grand maid of Minghua Palace ran through the rainy night, crying and found the palace where Zhou Xianyuan lived.

She collapsed and knelt down on the ground, raised her head in despair, and held onto his robe tightly: "Your Highness, Your Majesty is dead, Your Majesty is dead..."

The palace here is dilapidated, but it was cleaned very clean by Zhou Xianyuan.

He grew up in the cold palace since he was a child, even if the place is poor and desolate, he can be contented.

He even enshrined a statue of Buddha in the inner room, which he specially exchanged for the jade hairpin and the old nun in the cold palace.

He thought about his mother's belief in Buddhism, and he was also idle here, so he might as well enshrine a statue of Buddha, and pray for his mother from time to time, which was a little filial piety for him. A few newly picked branches of lush and green golden osmanthus.

He remembered his mother, who liked to smell the fragrance and sweetness of sweet-scented osmanthus the most.

Zhou Xianyuan sat under the green lamp, holding a book in his hand.

He was stunned when he heard the maid's report.

The night rain fell on the banana leaves outside the window, rustling.

The cold wind blew open the window lattice, and the autumn rain blowing in fell on Zhou Xianyuan's face.

He raised his hand and put it down again, and after a while, he slowly wiped the water from his face.

On the candlestick of the desk, a candle flame exploded.

Zhou Xianyuan seemed to have just recovered, and asked, "What did you say?"

"His Royal Highness," the palace maid cried hoarsely, "the empress is dead!"

"Died?"

Zhou Xianyuan stood up, his lips were chapped, and he muttered silently.

He put the scroll on the desk, held it in his hand for a while, and put it back on the desk again as if he felt hot.

Repeatedly, until the teacup was accidentally knocked over and the tea soup soaked into the pages, Zhou Xianyuan lowered his head and tried to open the pages that were stuck together, but the pages were torn because of too much force.

"Mother..."

He whispered guiltily, since his mother taught him to cherish books since he was a child, he was the one who was reckless just now.

Immediately, he put down the book, like three souls lost six souls, tremblingly walked out of the palace.

"His Royal Highness?"

The maid hurriedly chased him out.

Zhou Xianyuan stumbled and walked in the rain, suddenly waking up from a dream, and ran towards the gate of the cold palace.

Several guards guarding the palace hurriedly stopped him: "Your Highness is not allowed to leave here without the emperor's imperial decree!"

"My mother-in-law is dead... My mother-in-law is dead..." Zhou Xianyuan's voice was terrified, with tears streaming down his face as he struggled and shouted, "Let me go see her, I want to see her!"

However, two fists were no match for four hands, and the guards showed no mercy and beat him back without hesitation.

Zhou Xianyuan fell to his knees in the mud in embarrassment and despair.

The eight-foot man bent his spine in the rain.

He lowered his head and tapped his hands deeply into the mud.

He kowtowed deeply in the direction of Minghua Palace.

The rain was so cold that he shivered all over.

The palace wall was too high, and he could no longer see the blue sky above his head.

The palace alley is too far away, so far away that he can't even make the last journey after seeing off his mother.

Miyagi is too deep, so deep that even Buddha and Bodhisattva cannot hear his prayers.

"Baby Qichu, farewell mother!!"

The young man was hoarse and grieved.

Tears and blood drops from fingertips seeped into the soil together, nourishing the soul of a tree of sweet-scented osmanthus.

……

The next day.

When Wei Zi woke up in the morning, he found that the jade bracelet with white jade and bamboo knots on his wrist was broken for no reason.

She was stunned, she was always well-behaved when she slept, how could she break the jade bracelet?
"Miss!"

Qingju suddenly opened the beaded curtain, and trot in in shock: "Something happened in the palace!"

Wei Zi's heart beat suddenly, and a bad premonition emerged in his heart.

"What happened?" she asked.

Qingju was nervous: "The empress passed away last night..."

Needle drop can be heard in the boudoir.

After a long time, Wei Zi slowly looked at the jade bracelet on the couch.

Qingju followed her line of sight, and couldn't help but be speechless: "It is said that jade bracelets can channel spirits after wearing them for a long time. Last night, the empress passed away, and the jade bracelet on the young lady's wrist was actually broken! In the past, the slaves thought that those words were The old man was pretending to be mysterious, but he didn't expect it to be true! The slaves also heard that jade bracelets can protect people from disasters, could it be that this pair of white jade and bamboo bracelets protected the young lady from some disasters last night?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Wei Zi whispered softly, but he was already in a state of disarray.

She carefully picked up the broken pieces of the jade bracelet one by one, and wrapped them carefully in the handkerchief.

The Empress died suddenly, and she left in such a hurry, what will His Highness the Crown Prince do?
She hurriedly dressed and changed, and came to the main hall of He'an Hall, and the female relatives of the two rooms also came one after another, preparing to go to the palace with Mrs. Wei to attend the national funeral.

The queen died, and the country mourned in March.

Wei Zisu skirted the wooden hairpin, secretly took some fruit cakes in the afternoon, and sneaked out of the palace where the female relatives rested.

She wants to see the crown prince.

Walked around the palace alone for half an hour, was inquiring about the route of the Leng Palace, when he bumped into Xiao Fengxian at the end of the palace alley.

He was also dressed in plain clothes, as if he was here specially waiting for her.

(End of this chapter)