The Biography of Concubine Wen Xi in Qing Palace

Chapter 546 The Emperor's Heart
A prophecy.

As expected, this spring is just like what Wanyu said, half a month has passed before the winter, and it is still very cold.

In February, the snow in Hegong has not disappeared, and even the flowers in the imperial garden are very few.

Occasionally, a few plants can't bear to bloom, and most of them are not very bright and large.

Because of Wan Lai's loneliness, Rong Yue's posture became even stronger for a while.Although her body is weak and aging day by day, she can finally cover it up very well with makeup, and she doesn't often serve the king's side, so no one can see the clue.

In the harem, it has become a well-known secret that the eighth concubine is in the imperial palace. There were some palace officials who talked about it in private before, but this word reached Rong Yue's ears. The palace people who love to talk on weekdays also controlled their tongues.

But Wan Lai has been sad for a long time, and finally gradually adapted to the days of falling out of favor.

Yun Chan and Shuang Ruo always persuade her, but why does she care about her own love?There is no friendship, and it is absolutely impossible to flatter yourself.

I don't know how long it took to accompany the pair of children every day, and even she herself forgot that there was an emperor in the palace.

One day, Yun Chan rushed in to report, her brows and eyes frowned with joy: "Madam, the emperor's royal driver is coming towards our Changchun Palace."

Wan Yu smiled indifferently: "Come as soon as you come, why are you panicking?"

"Your servant will help you dress up."

Wan Yu looked at herself in the mirror and laughed at herself, "Does this palace look very old now?"

Yun Chan hurriedly said: "Your Majesty is beautiful, how can she be half old?"

Wan Lai carefully looked at her forehead hair, picked out a piece of silvery white from a piece of black hair, and gently pulled it out: "No matter how haggard you are, you can't be as haggard as the imperial concubine. What are you doing for makeup?"

When the emperor came, Jing Mo and Wan Yu sat under the warm seat by the Ling window in the dormitory, and there was something unspeakable in the two silences.

Yun Chan couldn't stop ordering the maids to bring tea and snacks, and soon the table was full.

Xu Shi felt that the crowd was so noisy that it was difficult to say a word or two of heart-to-heart to Wanyu, so he ordered everyone in the palace to wait outside the palace and not to bother her.

The emperor looked at Wanyu's calm and indifferent expression, and said slowly: "After all these days, you still blame me in your heart?"

Wan Yu said coldly: "The concubine dare not, and has never complained to the emperor."

The emperor stretched out his hand towards Wanyu, and took her cold palm: "Many times, I also thought, why did we end up here? How did Wan'er and I become what we are now?"

Wanyu remained silent, and the emperor continued: "If you don't like how I dote on others too much, you can tell me clearly. I miss you, so I will naturally be concerned about your thoughts. It's just that you invited the dowager to make such a big fuss in Qianqing Palace. However, I have forgotten that I am also a person who wants face? I am the Son of Heaven, so naturally I am the one who values ​​face the most among men in this world. Do you understand?"

Wanyou's pupils constricted slightly, and she murmured to herself: "What the concubine does is because she cares about the emperor's face. If this matter is spread all over the palace, what should the emperor do?"

The emperor sighed slightly, let go of Wanyu's hand and said calmly: "The imperial concubine handled this matter very well. The palace people are talkative, so just kill them."

"Human life is so insignificant in the emperor's mouth, what can the concubines say?" Wan Yu turned her face away, looking at the coldness outside the window with a clear expression: "Actually, the emperor has nothing in his heart, and those who fail to do what they want will be killed." That's it. The imperial concubine acts resolutely, presumably under her lustful power, there will be no gossip in the palace to intrude the ears of the emperor. The emperor has this virtuous and good help, and the concubines are happy for the emperor from the bottom of their hearts."

The emperor was silent for a while, with anger in his brows: "After all these days, do you really still want to argue with me?"

"Chen and concubine dare not."

Wan Yu's indifferent words completely angered the emperor, he stood up suddenly, straddled Wan Yu's body, looked at her with eyes full of sparks, looked at her face to face and said: "I have already bowed my knees to you, and you are still so unscrupulous?"

He said, and regardless of Wanyu's resistance, he kissed her like a storm.

Every time a kiss falls on the skin, Wanna feels extremely disgusted.

She pushed the emperor away abruptly, and frantically wiped the saliva from her face: "What is the emperor doing? Are you only a concubine who invites you to favor girls?"

The emperor snorted, stood up and flicked his sleeves and said, "I know exactly what position you have in my heart. No one in the palace can compare to your position in my heart. It's just that you are too indulgent to act recklessly. Is there any concubine who is always by my side who is not twenty-eight (16 years old) now? I still remember you so far, you should know that I value you, because you are a person, not for nothing."

Wan Yu sneered to herself and stroked her face: "Does the emperor think the ministers and concubines are getting old?"

The emperor's breath straightened for a moment, he stared at Wanyu, and saw the shadow of Yide from her body.

The girls of Niu Hulu's family may be born with this stamina.

He was silent, only to hear Wanyan's voice hoarsely say: "The emperor likes and values ​​his concubines, but he just likes and values ​​the obedience and kindness that the concubines pretend to be in front of the emperor every day. It's just that the concubines are sisters of the same elders. The same person, just as straightforward and strong-tempered as the elder sister, someone who can do nothing for the one he loves. The emperor just saw the original appearance of the concubine, and he hated the concubine so much. The concubine asked the emperor, what does the emperor like? Is it a concubine, or what a concubine should look like in your heart?"

The emperor was speechless for a while, and after thinking for a long time, he said in a daze: "If you like it, you like it, if you value it, you value it, and Wan'er is Wan'er. This is a very simple matter. It's not as complicated as you said." ?”

There were bursts of gleams in Wanyu's eyes, she smiled, but looked at it with incomparable bitterness: "It's a very simple matter, but both the concubine and the emperor thought it was too complicated."

After the words fell, I got up slowly, and bowed my blessing: "The concubine is exhausted and wants to take a rest. What I said to the emperor today comes from the concubine's heart. The concubine does not want to be like others, trying every means to please the emperor. The concubine also wants the emperor to think carefully after returning to the palace, why you doted on and loved the concubine all these years."

After she finished speaking, she walked straight to the bed without looking back.

The emperor looked at her slender back, shook his head and murmured: "Wan'er, when did you and I become like this? You and I shouldn't be like this"

Suffering and sorrow flooded my heart for a while, the emperor's tears were endured and endured, but finally rolled down where no one could see.

It also needs to be that in his heart, he also attaches great importance to Wanyan.

It's just that he was born in the emperor's family, with such power in his hands, and all the women in the world obey him, which made him think for a moment that everything in this world should be as simple as he thought when they were in love for a while.

It's just that he overlooked one point.

Ignored that Wanyu is a living person with flesh and blood.

It's not a gorgeous decoration attached to him that is cold and cold in the palace.

(End of this chapter)