The Biography of Concubine Wen Xi in Qing Palace

Chapter 260 Infected Heart ([-])

In the morning of the second day, Lian Xin poured hot water mixed with fresh flower juice into the room, thinking about serving Rong Yue to wash up.

But seeing that Rong Yue had already got up early in the morning, the folded quilt on the couch was clearly telling her that Rong Yue did not fall asleep last night.

She stood in front of the door for a long time holding a wooden basin, staring at Rong Yue in a daze.

She sat alone in front of the dressing table, took gouache and spread it on her face, she didn't know how many layers she applied, but it made her complexion even paler, without a trace of blood.

Lian Xin hurriedly put the wooden basin aside, stepped forward two steps forward and gave a little blessing: "Miss, this servant will wait for you to put on your makeup."

Rong Yue pressed her fingertips on the powder, lightly tapped it between her vermilion lips, but concealed the last glimpse of bright red on her face, when she looked carefully, she seemed extremely ill.

While adjusting her makeup, she commanded Lian Xin with a calm expression, "I've been in a coma for the past few days, but Concubine Wan has come to visit every day?"

Lian Xin nodded: "Several times a day, she is very courteous, but the servants often stop her. The servants around her are more tempered than her. Several times, several people stopped the servants and let the concubine Wan enter."

Rong Yue changed into a white auspicious cloud shirt with silver patterns on her body. The venetian satin made her skin softer than snow, but it made her look a little weaker and sicker.

"If she comes again today, please come in."

Lian Xin doubted: "Miss, you."

Rong Yue leaned closer to Lian Xin's ear, and muttered a few words, Lian Xin immediately understood and stopped talking, and went out of the bedroom to serve outside.

Rong Yue rested her chin and stared at the reflection in the bronze mirror, gently stroking the loosely rolled up hair, there was no starlight in her formerly bright eyes.

When Wanyu came that day, she saw Lian Xin standing in front of the Chengqian Palace gate from a distance, pacing awkwardly, her hands unnaturally twisting the hem of her clothes, her eyes were reddish and ready to cry.

Seeing this, she thought something was wrong with Rong Yue, so she hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with you? But Rong Yue is not good?"

After saying this, unexpectedly Lian Xin saw her tears welling up, she knelt down and kowtowed: "Miss Concubine Wan is here, hurry up and persuade our master!"

"What are you doing with the snow all over the ground? Yunchan, help Lianxin to get up quickly." Wan Lai looked into the palace, and vaguely heard a faint cry coming from the side hall, so she said: "But your little master is awake. Already?" She paused for a moment, then took another deep breath and slowly exhaled: "Did you tell her about that?"

Lian Xin wept and nodded her head: "The young master got the news, and she was so sad that I couldn't persuade her, I was afraid she would do something stupid." Her tone was extremely anxious, causing Yun Chan to sweep her eyes. back comfort.

Wan Lai secretly thought that something was wrong, she didn't ask Lian Xin much, and rushed into the side hall where Rong Yue lived.

Entering, the desolate crying is even more heart-wrenching.

Wan Lai opened the curtain of the bedroom, and saw Rong Yue fell on the ground, her face was pale and chapped between her lips, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, because she couldn't help but shed tears.She ran towards Rong Yue, knelt down suddenly and embraced Rong Yue, and said sadly: "Sister, don't do this, sister, you still have me!"

Rong Yue raised her eyes sadly, her pupils were fixed on Wan Yu's pretty face, and she cried even more fiercely for a moment, almost sobbing even when she spoke: "Wan'er, Er Niang, Er Niang, she's gone!" She slapped her hands vigorously. Rubbing his chest, he said hysterically: "It's me! I'm useless! If it weren't for me, how could Er Niang be like this? My daughter who was loved by Er Niang since childhood, and whom Er Niang regarded as the jewel in her palm, even collapsed her. I have passed away, and I have not been able to see each other!"

Wanyu hugged Rongyue even more tightly, and her words were weak and consoling: "Sister, once you enter the palace gate, we can't control many things. When Ama passed away in the past, I didn't see him for the last time. Although I feel infinitely regretful, But when you think about it carefully, your parents and relatives are the people who love you the most in this world, and they let go, how can you bear to see the living being so sad?"

Rong Yue whimpered and said, "Wan'er, it's so cold in my palace. After burning so many charcoal pots, it's still so cold that I can't sleep on my pillow. I'm so tired, I'm really tired, I just feel like someone is strangling my throat , don’t let me live anymore!”

Wannai's injury was aroused by Rongyue's crying, she rested her chin on Rongyue's forehead, and tears fell silently between her black hair: "Sister, you are cold and I just hug you like this. I will protect you You, no one will dare to hurt you again!"

Rong Yue's crying became more and more sad and helpless: "Emiang has gone, the emperor has rejected me so far, what hope do I have for living! If it wasn't for the concubine committing suicide, it would be a serious crime that would harm her mother's family, I just want to kowtow to death Go to the rust-red palace wall! I only hope that a serious illness will take my life, and I will go to the Nine Springs, and then I will kowtow to my mother to apologize for my filial piety!"

"Sister is confused! Don't think about it!" Wan Yu turned and held Rong Yue's shoulders and looked directly into her empty eyes: "No matter how hard the days are, only when the suffering comes to an end can we be happy, my sister is kind, God How can you treat me so lightly?"

Rong Yue clutched her violently heaving chest, raised her eyes to look at the carved roof, let out a desolate roar, venting her grievances, and then said softly, "If the sky has eyes, why are you here?"

Her voice weakened into a wisp of misty smoke, which finally dissipated.The whole person was weak and paralyzed in Wanyu's arms, no matter how Ren Wanyu called her, she didn't respond.

Lian Xin heard the commotion in the hall and hurried in, seeing Rong Yue passed out, she hurriedly said: "What's wrong? What's wrong, my lord?"

Together with Wanyan and Yunchan, she helped Rongyue back to the couch, before Wanyan said: "Sister fainted from grief, hurry up and invite the imperial doctor, I will stay here for a while."

Lian Xin was stunned, and suddenly knelt down and bowed: "I beg your concubine to have mercy! Our little master has a heart disease, how can ordinary medicine stones cure it? I beg your concubine Wan to speak more words in front of the emperor, the young master will always be taken care of by the emperor." , this knot will be untied!"

Wanyu thought for a moment, then nodded and stood up: "Your words are reasonable, I will ask the emperor immediately, you should go to the imperial physician quickly, and first prescribe a soothing decoction for my sister."

Lian Xin made a promise, thanked her again and again, and accompanied Wan Lai all the way out of Cheng Qian Palace.

With tears in her eyes, she kept watching Wanyu's figure disappear into the long street, and then she changed into a new look, with a sly smile on her lips.

When she returned to the dormitory, she saw that Rong Yue was sitting in front of the dressing table, her hands were soaked in hot water, and she took a square towel to remove the makeup on her face.Lian Xin took two steps forward happily, leaned forward and said, "Congratulations, miss, you should get what you want!"

Rong Yue leisurely wiped off the powder on her face, and said, "What can I wish for?"

Lian Xin nodded, and took the scarf to take off Rong Yue's makeup: "Young lady's sick face was so lifelike just now, this servant looked at Concubine Wan eagerly, maybe she can really invite the emperor here. Why didn't the young master keep it?" His Majesty Bo has pity on that sick appearance?"

Rong Yue said softly: "Even if you want to be sick, you have to be so weak that I feel sorry for you, so what's the use of pretending to be a white-faced ghost?" She looked coldly at the warming sun outside the window: "What I want is not the emperor. It's not pity, but pity. Only by saving this word of love, will the road ahead be smoother."

(End of this chapter)