The Biography of Concubine Wen Xi in Qing Palace

Chapter 634 Ear Stealing ([-])

The matter of Zhuo Lan's miscarriage was checked by the emperor in Liugong.

The internal prison in front of the imperial court and the officials of the criminal department have an imperial decree and their behavior is naturally unfettered, and they come and go again and again, which makes the palace uneasy and people panic.

The concubine next to her was not afraid of being crooked, it was nothing more than a little tired of being tortured by the internal eunuch guards searching the palace for investigation.

But only Zhuo Lan and Yuanyuan know that if they don't find a way to settle this matter as soon as possible, sooner or later there will be clues that will attract people to follow the vines and get involved with them.

The commotion went on for about three days, and the inner eunuch found out in the Yongshou Palace the prescription of the miscarriage medicine that Zhuo Lan had used that day, but a maid kept it under the pillow in her hip.

After careful investigation, the maid recruited that she had mistakenly mixed the decoction for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis prescribed by the imperial physician with Zhuo Lan's anti-abortion decoction, which made her big mistake.

When this news reached Wanyu's ears, the emperor was already furious and killed the maid.Wanyu told the emperor that there were many doubts about this matter, and she only said that the maid was not a fool, why did she keep the prescription after making such a big commotion, isn't it because there is no silver 300 taels here?
However, since the person is dead, there is no reason to ask the bottom line, so we can only let it go.

It's just that although the matter is settled, Zhuo Lan still can't sleep peacefully every night.

More than once in her dreams, she dreamed that the medicine fell from her belly, and the bloody baby was crawling on her couch.

The baby babbled and babbled, asking her in a high-pitched voice why she didn't want him.

Every time I woke up, I was drenched in cold sweat.

That night, Yuanyuan was busy with the things in the palace and was about to go back to the verandah for a rest, but when she passed the bedroom, she suddenly heard Zhuo Lan who was already sleeping soundly screaming.

She hurriedly broke through the door and saw Zhuo Lan curled up on a corner of the couch with her knees hugged, crying one after the other and muttering: "I don't want it, mother doesn't want it!"

Yuanyuan knew that she might be having another nightmare.

So he stepped forward in two steps, lit the candles in the palace, added a cup of warm water to dissolve the tranquilizing medicine, and served Zhuo Lan to use.

It took a long time before her trembling body gradually calmed down.

She glanced at Yuanyuan with tears in her eyes, and said sadly: "Yuanyuan, I dreamed of my child again! His eyes were bloodshot and he asked me why I don't want him."

Yuanyuan leaned forward and hugged Zhuo Lan into her arms, and comforted her heartily: "Miss, don't think about it anymore, you will still have children. As long as the emperor's favor is still there, you will have plenty of opportunities."

Zhuo Lan was silent for a while, then shook her head and sighed: "I also dreamed of Nian Lang, he asked me if I had forgotten our vows to each other, and why I abandoned him to cater to the man next to me."

"Miss, don't be like this, you are terribly afraid of such a slave." Yuanyuan stroked Zhuo Lan's fiercely heaving chest, and calmed her down: "Nian Lang knows what you are doing and what you are thinking, how can he blame you? He He is the person who understands you best in this world, you have to trust him!"

Zhuo Lan wept frequently, helplessly like a child: "Yuanyuan, you know, I miss him so much! He left in such a hurry, I didn't even see him for the last time. I really want to see him again, even if only Hug him, talk to him! No matter how bad it is, it’s good to wave at him from a distance.”

Yuanyuan was speechless for a while, and just quietly accompanied Zhuo Lan, listening to her talk.

"We have experienced so much with each other. My father has promised us to get married. Why doesn't he wait for me? I became his wife. Even if I die, Hun'er can be with him. It's not like now, No identity, nothing."

"Miss."

Zhuo Lan frowned slightly, as if thinking of something, she gently pushed Yuanyuan away from the bed and got up.

She grabbed the neatly folded cloak and hurriedly changed it, Yuanyuan looked behind her, puzzled and asked: "It's late at night, where is Miss going?"

Zhuo Lan added makeup to the mirror, and carefully stroked her eyebrows: "I know where Nian Lang is, I'm going to meet him. Let me take a look from a distance!"

Yuanyuan knew who Zhuo Lan was referring to as Nian Lang, and it was the general Shen Ye who was eighty percent similar in appearance to Nian Lang.

She tried her best to dissuade Zhuo Lan, but why is Zhuo Lan willing to listen to her?

She felt extremely miserable and wanted to find a way to vent.

She looked at Yuanyuan with tears in her eyes, and said in a half-pleading tone: "I just take one look at him, just one look! It's enough to treat him as Nianlang, as if he's still alive."

Yuanyuan finally couldn't bear it, she closed her eyes and let her go.

As for himself, he stayed alone in the dormitory waiting for her to come back, and did not go with him.

All this is only because of the splashing of ink in the night, Zhuo Lan can always shuttle through the Forbidden City as if entering the land of no one under the heavy night patrol of the guards.If you follow yourself, it will always be a burden.

Zhuo Lan walked all the way to the verandah where Shen Ye lived, the door was still ajar and could be opened with a push.

There was a bright candle burning inside it, and Shen Ye could not be seen as far as the eye could see.

Tian'er at night, he is not an imperial guard now, if he is not in the verandah at this time, where did he go?

Zhuo Lan blew on the candle, sat quietly on the bench and waited for him.

About half an hour later, seeing that there was still no movement, he returned home full of disappointment.

She wandered all the way, and arrived at the abandoned pavilion not far from the verandah where Shen Ye lived.

After being in the palace for many years, she has never been to this land, and she doesn't even know the existence of this land.

Seeing the rotten and dead leaves all over the ground, no one sweeps them lightly, and there is a harsh rustling sound when walking on them, I just feel unlucky.

Fang turned to leave, but suddenly heard a few sounds as thin as mosquitoes.Looking sideways, it seems that a man and a woman are burning something, and faint smoke rises.

Out of curiosity, he frowned and looked into the abandoned pavilion, and sure enough, he saw a man and a woman standing there.

The nightclub where the snow had stopped was filled with mist, and she couldn't really see what the two of them looked like.

But the clothes that woman was wearing were Qingluan and Fenghuaniao cloaks that she was very familiar with.

This dress is the regular dress of a noble concubine, so it is known that the person should be graceful and innocent.

In such a deep night, and in such an extremely secret place, who is she having a private meeting with?
Thinking of this, Zhuo Lan took off her shoes and socks and held them in her hands. With her waist bent, she approached the waste pavilion little by little, wanting to see for herself.

She tried her best to walk lightly, for fear of making the slightest noise when stepping on the pile of dead leaves.

The dirty snow covering the dead leaves made her ankles purple with cold, she endured it, and moved closer, and closer.

Finally, at a place close enough, she found a dead tree to lean against, and looked up, and with the faint moonlight, she saw the man's appearance clearly.

She never thought that that person would be Shen Ye!
There was a moment of turmoil in his mind, and he quickly stabilized his breathing, holding his breath and listening to the conversation between the two.

The two of them stood silently, holding some paper money and ingots in their hands, and threw a lot of them into the fire, as if they were worshiping someone.

For a long time, for a long time.

Only then did I hear Shen Ye say: "My minister, thank you for your concubine."

(End of this chapter)