The Biography of Concubine Wen Xi in Qing Palace

Chapter 667 Resignation ([-])

The emperor gave Zhuo Lan the power to assist the six palaces without asking Wanyu's meaning. She knew that this was the emperor showing her his majesty, and she didn't bother to think about it.

She didn't hesitate to take care of these trivial matters that had nothing to do with her, but now she gave it to others, so she could have a leisurely time.

After painstakingly persuading him for a long time, the evidence he could find was presented in front of the emperor, but it was nothing compared to a man being seduced by women for no reason.

She was really too tired, so tired that even a few more words with the emperor felt that it was infinitely exhausting.

One day she was trimming flowers and plants in the independent courtyard, and Shuangruo rushed to hold an umbrella for her to cover the sun, and asked in her spare time: "Is your empress disappointed in the emperor?"

Hearing this sentence, there was no disturbance in her heart, she just smiled plainly, put the cut flower branch aside, and said calmly: "Disappointment means that I still miss that person, do you think I still miss her now?"

I don't know when, Wan Yu no longer called herself Ben Gong to the Yibi Palace of Changchun Palace.

She was really tired of this identity, tired of this imperial city, and also tired of the endless intrigues all day long.

In fact, no matter what other people are, she is willing to settle down to calculate.

Only in the end, the person who needed to fight wits and courage with her was replaced by the most pitiful young man in the past, which only made her feel tired and sad.

Later, when Yin came back from class, he went to the dormitory to say hello to Wanyu, and happily took out a roll of paintings and handed them to her: "Emiang, look, the master praised his son today."

"What?" Wan Lai smiled and spread out the painting, and saw that it was a scene of herself and the emperor leaning against each other under the setting sun.

Yin is still young and immature in writing, but he can feel the vividness of Shen Yun painting.

Wan Lai stared at the painting quietly, not feeling a sneer.

I can't remember how long I haven't had such a warm time with him, and now we meet again, but it can only be in the painting?
She carefully rolled up Danqing and handed it back to Yin, caressing his bald forehead: "The painting is very good."

"Really?" Yin smiled happily, held the picture scroll in his arms and said happily: "Tomorrow, the emperor's ama will go to the Shang's study to ask a lesson, so how about my son give this painting to the emperor's ama?"

Wan Lai was slightly stunned, shook her head and said: "If you want to ask Er Niang what you mean, Er Niang will think that you should keep it by yourself. If you send it to your Huang Ama in front of those brothers, as long as people feel that you Zhang Yang."

Yin seemed to understand, pouted his mouth and nodded and said: "My son understands. Er Niang often told her son that Huang Ama doesn't like the prince's publicity. But the eldest brother and the third brother have frequently courted Huang Ama in recent days. But my son is very happy to see Huang Ama."

"Don't pay attention to what others say, just be yourself." Wanyu held Yin in her arms, and when she heard his stomach growling, she smiled and said, "Are you hungry? Aunt Yunchan will prepare something for you." I bought your favorite bergamot, go and try it."

Yin nodded heavily, and Gu Lu got up from Wanyu's arms, and went to the small kitchen with a smile on his face.

Wan Yu stared at the child's growing figure, feeling a little relieved from the bottom of her heart.

But soon, her brows were involuntarily clouded.

Danqing?Picture scroll?Little like?

In the past, Zhuo Lan used her self-drawn portrait of Yun Xi to tease Shen Ye and threatened herself, but now she is pregnant and favored, and she has to assist the six palaces with unlimited power, how can she calm down in this life?

With her treacherous thoughts, she still didn't know how to involve Shen Ye in this matter.

Now that I have lost my grace, how can I protect him when the incident happens?
Thinking of this, I just feel shuddering.

It was night, the moon was full of stars, and the moon was as round as fifteen. The huge moon disk hung in the sky in the black thick ink cloth, covering the silent Forbidden City in a piece of forest white.

This situation and this scene only make people feel depressing. Looking through the window, I can't breathe for a long time.

Yun Chan served her a bowl of donkey-hide gelatin blood swallow. Seeing Wanyu's face turning pale, she couldn't help but be concerned and said: "Your Majesty has been sitting by the Ling window for a day, and her bones are going to be stiff. This servant will serve you sooner." Shall we go to bed?"

Wanlu took off the soft sable quilt covering her body, opened her arms to stretch her muscles, and said, "Yun Chan, change clothes with me."

"Changing clothes?" Yun Chan frowned and said in wonder, "It's night, where are you going, Ma'am?"

Wannai said: "I exchanged your clothes for me, and I'm going to find an old friend."

old friend?Does today's Wan Lai have any old friends in this palace?
What he said in his mouth was nothing more than Shen Ye who lived next to the abandoned pavilion.

Yun Chan was startled, took a few steps back and shook her head and said: "Your Majesty, you can't! Concubine Jia is now in charge of the Sixth Palace, but she has obviously changed many night patrolling inner guards and guards. In the past, most of them were deployed by us, and it is also convenient to travel at night. A little bit. As it is now, what will happen if we don’t keep it all together.”

"Don't worry, I'm used to walking this way, and nothing can go wrong."

Seeing Wanyu's resolute attitude, Yun Chan bit her lip and said, "Do you have to go?"

Wan Yu silently nodded: "I have something very important to tell him, if it is two days later, I'm afraid I'll hurt him. There are too many people in this palace who have been implicated by me, I can't hurt him anymore."

After all, Yunchan is not as calm as Shuangruo, and she is definitely not as thoughtful as Shuangruo in thinking about things.

She couldn't see Wannao being embarrassed, so she had to agree.

The moon is bright, coming out through the night, and you can see the road in front of you without holding a lamp.

The long street is blown by the wind, which is a rare cold day in summer night.

Wan Yan closed her skirt slightly, and walked down against the base of the red wall.

Turn one corner, turn another corner.

I didn't know how to walk for a long time, and finally arrived outside Shen Ye's room.

She stood outside the door thinking for a long time, holding one hand up on the doorknob, not daring to knock for a long time.

She was afraid, afraid that she would face Shen Ye again now.

But at this time, a familiar voice came from the room.

That voice was a bit ruffian, but it was enough to comfort my heart.

"who?"

Wanyu unconsciously stretched her brows and smiled, and replied softly, "It's me."

There were hurried footsteps coming from inside, and the door of the verandah was quickly opened from inside.

Shen Ye stood straight in front of the door, and unconsciously raised a warm smile when he saw Wan Lai.

"Why are you here?"

Wan Yu remained silent, she walked sideways past Shen Ye and entered the room.

He was still burning a pair of red candles, and the candlesticks had accumulated a lot of candle tears, revealing a bright red semicircle pattern.

There are two bouquets of magnolia flowers sparsely inserted in the plain porcelain vase on the table. The body of the vase is extremely clean, as if it has been wiped several times a day, even the glaze stains will be wiped off.

There is an ice urn in the middle, the crushed ice in it has turned into water, and a roll of brown belt is soaking in it.

Wan Yu turned her head and smiled at Shen Ye: "You are so easy now, why do you want to wash your clothes in the ice jar?"

Shen Ye was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Your Majesty doesn't know that I am used to being informal, and I always want you to laugh at me." He said and gently closed the door, and took two quick steps to remove the water-soaked belt. He picked it up and hid it on the shelf beside him in a panic.

There was a wind during the walking, which caused the candle flame to hop and hop, and the warm yellow light faded, swaying the shadows cast by the two on the mud wall, overlapping one after another.

(End of this chapter)