Rebirth Palace Chaos

Chapter 3

Standing behind the screen in the side hall, Tang Wanruo listened to what they had to say, and actually developed a good impression of Zhao Jieyu.

In the past, she was a concubine Rong, and she only regarded Zhao Jieyu as an insignificant person. Her appearance and family background were mediocre, and she almost had no sense of existence.

It's also because of her good temper that she has never had any troubles.

Tang Wanruo then returned to His Majesty, and on the grounds that she was loyal to the lord and had been in the palace for a long time, her position was promoted and she was conferred the title of Jieyu.

This kind of action is also to check and balance the power of the six palaces, and to share the grace evenly.

Afterwards, she had no intention of listening to the conversation. She opened the window and saw a full moon hanging high, vaguely reflecting the majestic halls of Yanhua Palace.

All the palaces are brightly lit, but only one place is empty.

Tang Wanruo stood in front of the window for a long time, suddenly her heart moved, she blew out the candles in the bedroom, and then dived out of the window.

She has long been familiar with the roads leading to each palace, and after a while, Yanhua Palace is in front of her eyes.

"Who is here!" Two young eunuchs shouted not far away, and she turned around and turned to the side door at the back of the hall.

The little eunuch saw a flash of white shadow, and his eyes-opening kung fu disappeared, now the night is pitch black, he couldn't help but feel fear, let alone chase after him, he just squatted at the entrance of the main hall, calling out, "" Concubine Rong is virtuous, the little ones are just ordered to guard, and they have no intention of offending, there is a grievance and a debt, so don’t embarrass the little ones..."

Because of Concubine Rong's new funeral, Concubine Yi severely punished Su Yan again in the afternoon, no one would dare to come here in the middle of the night to be contaminated by this ominous atmosphere.

Tang Wanruo didn't take much effort, and entered the hall through the side door.

The plain white skirt is winding all the way, the black hair is loose, and black and white are distinct. In this barren hall, there is a strange beauty.

The moonlight is in full bloom, and she is alone in this huge Yanhua Palace, full of emotions.

The past, like a romantic old dream, drowned her in an instant.

Every step seems like a lifetime away, and the furnishings in the palace have not changed at all, as if she has never left.

The night wind blew in through the half-opened window, and the crimson red gauze tent swayed gently. She couldn't count how many lingering loves this fragrant and soft imperial couch had carried.

Duan Zhaoling had hugged her to his knee countless times, stroked her hair and said, "Yan'er, you are just my own Yan'er."

That gentle demeanor is no longer the coldness of the king's land.

Her boudoir name is Yan'er, and only Duan Zhaoling among the six palaces knows it. Whenever they are lingering, he calls her like this, and he said, "If I get Yan'er, I will keep her in my golden house."

Thus, there was Yanhua Palace at that time.

The name of this palace contains her character, it is just his Yan'er.

But now she understands that there has never been a free favor in this world.

The price was so heavy, and the debt was an insurmountable calamity.

Jiao Weiqin was quietly placed on the pavilion, she walked around several layers of emerald screens, walked over to fiddle with it, piercing the sky sadly, never noticed before, the sound of this qin is also so bleak.

"Yan'er, with your piano sound, teach me how to listen to others again?"

"That Yan'er plays the piano for you every day, so Duan Lang doesn't have to listen to it..."

The coquettish laughter still rang in my ears, and his figure was everywhere in the hall.

Yan'er...that was her spell, endless.

Tang Wanruo curled up in the corner, thinking that the tears had already been shed, but the noodles were still wet with tears, and her heart was disturbed.

"Yan'er, is that you?"

Tang Wanruo raised her head abruptly, and stood up while holding on to the gilded partition. Even if she went to hell and drank Mengpo soup, she would still recognize his voice.

The footsteps sounded from far to near, and the steps were a little hasty. She stuck tightly behind the screen, separated by a thin layer of veil, and looked at the man without blinking.

The moonlight stretched Duan Zhaoling's tall figure very long, and the night wind filled his sleeves, making him even more handsome.

Although he had already taken off the gold-patterned dragon robe, and was only wearing a thin dark blue jade gown, which rustled with the wind, he still couldn't conceal the innate aspirations of a king.

In the flickering moonlight, it is like a finely carved clay sculpture, quiet and desolate.

This man who has thousands of bells and spirits in one body, he just stands like that, and he is already the king of the world.

But it's so far away, so cold and thin.

"Yan'er...how could it be you...."

His voice was hoarse at the end, half mocking and sighing.

If she hadn't ended up like this, she would have gone to him desperately, thinking that he was still sentient.

But now, how could she appear like this, tell him that her father was framed, and tell him that her death was wronged!

Everything can no longer be turned back.

Tang Wanruo tightly covered her ears, and slid against the screen to the ground. After an unknown amount of time, she walked towards the inner hall of the bedroom with her stiff legs.

After all, he is gone, and maybe he will never come again in the future.

Under the fingertips is a polished glazed mirror, which is only produced in the world by adding talc powder with oriental pearls unique to the snow mountains in southern Xinjiang, and after several months of tempering.

The bead and emerald dowry was still in the same place, the emperor gave her too many jewels to use up, so she taught her to put away all the jewels.

And all the treasures in this dowry were treasures. She tremblingly picked up the pair of phoenix-tailed jade hairpins and held them in her hands. Jade has the effect of removing putrefaction and promoting muscle growth, and dispersing fragrance.

The eight-treasure hairpin of the bright moon, the jade crown of elephant bone, the jade crown of nine flowers, the black coral swing, the jade leaf and plum blossom engraved hairpin, various colored tins and grates, are complicated and gorgeous.

A pair of Eight Immortals Ruyi and Double Dragon Pendants were placed outside. This was the first pair of jewelry given to her by Duan Zhaoling when she first entered the East Palace, and she kept wearing it until the day she was thrown into the cold palace.

She sat quietly for a long time, then put the pendant and several other accessories into her bosom, and went to the dark compartment.

Yan'er is dead, so what's the use of staying in Yanhua Palace?

From then on, there was no more Tang Wanruo in the world, only her, Su Yan.

Suddenly, I saw thick smoke billowing in the harem, rising towards the Yanhua Palace. The ferocious tongue of flames spread wantonly like bright red frost flowers, burning the entire sky red.

"Yanhua Palace is flooded!"

Zhao Jieyu was asleep, but was awakened by Fangzhu, the maid of the night watch, and there was chaos and noise outside.

Hong Ling hurriedly helped her get up, and then she put on the night fur, when she saw Wang Yanshu hurried in with her maid.

Wang Yan is a rare beauty, and lives in the same palace with her. According to the palace rules, she is not a concubine of the second rank or above, and has no right to manage the affairs of the first palace.

But in comparison, Jieyu is one level above the beauty, and Zhao Jieyu is the one who decides when they live together.

"Sister, there is going to be a disturbance outside, that Yanhua Palace is really a place of right and wrong, why is it suddenly on fire again!" That beauty Wang was also only wearing her middle coat, and sighed continuously while touching her chest.

Zhao Jieyu went to the courtyard to take a look, but saw that the sky was reddish, and there was a strong smell of charcoal fire, so she ordered Fangzhu to cover the doors and windows, and then returned to the hall.

"This matter is strange, and we will never let it go. We have to be more careful, and be cautious in our words and deeds." Zhao Jieyu comforted Wang Meiren for a moment, and now she didn't feel sleepy at all, and sat down and drank tea first. , I was shocked.

"Sister, why is it so noisy outside? You can't sleep even if you teach me to sleep."

Zhao Jieyu turned her head and saw Su Yan who was wearing a close-fitting fine gauze dress, standing with her hands on the door lattice. Her hair was in a loose bun and her face was covered with a light gauze, she seemed to be angry and resentful.

She hurried over, took Su Yan into her arms, stroked her carefully, and said, "Don't be afraid, Yan'er, it has nothing to do with us, it's Yanhua Palace that's gone."

Wang Meiren looked at her playfully, never thought that this little girl could escape such torture because of her fate.

Because of her young age and petite stature, Su Yan pretended to be afraid and lay in her arms and could not get up. She turned her eyes, then raised her head, with a pure and innocent expression, and asked, "How is Concubine Rong from Yanhua Palace?" dead?"

"You shouldn't know this." Zhao Jieyu pulled her to sit at the table, Su Yan took the tea, and saw that Wang Meiren was looking at her.

The astonishment in Wang Meiren's eyes flashed past, and with a villainous smile, she said, "Then Concubine Rong deserved it for herself, she was ashamed and committed suicide!"

But that night, it was obvious that Concubine Yi passed on the Holy Majesty's order and gave poisoned wine... Why is she now accused of hanging herself in fear of crime!

Su Yan listened quietly, staring at that kitsch face, and then suddenly realized.

The life and death in her own family was really not worth it. It was a carefully laid out situation, but under the blow of losing her family and favor, she lost her sense of proportion and fell into the trap of Concubine Yi for nothing.

In her previous life, she had all the honor and status, and never spent her mind on intrigue in the harem. Before this incident, Concubine Yi had always been respectful and obedient to her.

I only regret that I took people's hearts too seriously at the beginning, and ended up in such a bleak situation.

Su Yan's eyes drooped slightly, and a smile slowly appeared under the veil, as poisonous as poppies.

It's a long way to go, this blood debt, every penny, must be taught to her to pay back.

Wang Meiren has always been close to Concubine Yi, which is well known in the palace. When she first entered the harem two years ago, seeing Concubine Rong was the most honored and favored, she wanted to cling to her. Who knew that Concubine Rong had no intention of cultivating her, so she thought about it again. With hatred, he climbed up to Concubine Yi eagerly, and flattered Concubine Yi very much.

Such a person, if the time had not come now, she would naturally not want to take a second look.

"You go back to rest first, and you have to go on your way the day after tomorrow." Zhao Jieyu wanted to send Su Yan away, but that beautiful woman Wang said again, "Look at how pretty Su is, even if she is dazed, she looks better than others , if I scare her with my words, I will be counted as talking too much."

"Yan'er is still young, where have I seen this before? It's only my fault that I can't teach you well," Zhao Jieyu tactfully changed the subject, and said, "Speaking of which, I still have to thank Empress Yi for her mercy. Only now can Yan'er be safe and sound. gone."

Wang Meiren put down the teacup leisurely, then revealed her usual flattering face, and quickly said, "That's natural, our Yifei empress has always been kind and sympathetic to servants, she is definitely not like the one in Yanhua Palace, He is arrogant and arrogant, and he can't tolerate others."

"Death is the most important thing, so we don't need to talk about it. These days, the palace is getting the limelight, so it's better to talk less."

Su Yan saw Zhao Jieyu's words and deeds, she was a rare and stable person, and she knew the general situation, but it was a pity that her appearance was mediocre, and she didn't know how to please His Majesty, as time passed, her favor gradually faded.

On the contrary, that beauty Wang, although her face is hypocritical, but because of Concubine Yi's support and her hard work in charming skills, the emperor will have two lucky visits every month as usual. Be pampered.

While the three of them were thinking about it, they saw Xiaolizi and Fangzhu coming in from outside the hall to report, saying that Aunt Rumu had come from Feng Zhaoyi's place to inquire about the water leak in Yanhua Palace.

(End of this chapter)