Rebirth Palace Chaos

Chapter 89

This evening, Lin Qingqing had indeed been to the Kunyuan Palace, but she didn't complain about anything, she just said that Su Yan was pitiful for losing her son, and they were like sisters, so it was her duty to let An Le go to Yilan Palace to accompany her.

Seeing how caring she was, Duan Zhaoling couldn't help softening his heart, and accompanied her to have dinner at Yaolian Hall.

During the meeting, Lin Qingqing didn't say a word about her dissatisfaction with her daughter, but instead comforted him, asking him to show more concern for Su Yan.

If it is said that seventy percent of the original favor towards her was due to that face, then let's use this dinner, Duan Zhaoling has a new understanding of her.

The gentle face became more and more attractive under the candlelight, vaguely resembling an old friend, in a trance, he remembered that he hadn't stayed in Yaolian Palace for a long time, so he wanted to keep her with him.

Unexpectedly, Lin Qingqing refused and personally pushed him to Yilan Palace.

Duan Zhaoling hated the harem competition and flattery the most, Lin Qingqing's actions made him very relieved and happy.

At this moment, if other concubines are so presumptuous, Duan Zhaoling might be sullen, but when these words come from Su Yan's mouth, there is a different kind of charm.

"You also know that I dote on you. I heard about this, but I'm afraid that you will be hurt if you work hard." He squeezed the slender arm and took it into his arms.

Su Yan was embraced by him unexpectedly, and before she could speak, her lips were sealed by him.

How could she be so interested, so she pushed and shoved her, but she was caught even tighter, Duan Zhaoling hadn't touched her for a long time, how could she let her go easily after having tasted it?
He grabbed Su Yan's hands, clasped his fingers tightly, and pressed her on the soft couch, whispering in his ear, "It was my fault just now, so I will apologize to my concubine!"

Waving down the curtain, the red tent is ambiguous and charming, and Su Yan can't refuse at all. Thin lips are rolled over her forehead, her earlobes and neck are caressed, and Su Yan's thin clothes are half-faded and scattered on her chest. tempting.

Duan Zhaoling leaned over, nibbled on her shoulder lightly, wrapped her body tightly in his arms, and didn't teach her to retreat any more.

When he was in love, he stretched out his hand and tore off the remaining underwear, his palm already penetrated into Xunfang, teasing layer upon layer.

He was very excited, but he heard the servant whispering in his ear, "Today, my concubine accidentally found a small elephant in Jing'er's bedroom."

Duan Zhaoling hugged the top of Xuefeng, but didn't take her words to heart, Su Yan continued, "The face of the person depicted on the elephant is very similar to Han Jieyu."

The strength lying on the body froze suddenly, and the thin lips slowly left the fiery body, looking at her little by little.

Su Yan acted as if she hadn't seen her, she put her slender wrist on her chest, "Jing'er told this concubine that she is her biological mother, the late Empress Empress Tang."

"Who handed that little elephant to Jing'er?" His expression changed suddenly, as if he had been poked into a sore spot.

"The concubine knows that His Majesty does not allow anyone in the harem to mention the queen. She thought she must have done something wrong and angered His Majesty, but after seeing it today, the concubine was puzzled." Su Yan said slowly. Slowly straightened up and hung his neck.

Duan Zhaoling was stiff all over, and grabbed her hand, "I said, no one is allowed to mention her again."

Su Yan winked like silk, and did not back down, "Since Your Majesty hates the Empress so much, why would you keep Han Jieyu, who looks so much like her, by your side for favor? Whether Your Majesty hates her or is sorry for her, it is still hard to let go." ?”

"Shut up!" Duan Zhaoling pushed her away forcefully, Su Yan propped herself up on the couch, and put on her clothes one by one at a leisurely pace, "This concubine has never seen her before. Your Majesty has such a side that everyone says The courtiers and concubines occupy all the favors, but I am afraid that His Majesty will live in another person."

After saying these words, even Su Yan trembled slightly. For so many years, she never dared to question him directly, asking him why he was so cruel in the first place.

But the hatred that was once deeply rooted, but I don't know where to hate it!
In addition to silence, still cramped silence.

The chests of both of them were oppressed by the ground.

Duan Zhaoling turned his back to her, couldn't see his expression clearly, but his body trembled faintly.

For a long time, he did not leave in anger because Su Yan violated the taboo, but sat down slowly, his voice was endlessly hoarse, "You are right, I am sorry for her."

The scandalous aura in the red tent dissipated, and the night wind came in, sorry?How could he pay her off with just three words!
When I was in despair, I looked forward to his arrival all the time, but I didn't wait until I died.

"Then, has Your Majesty ever thought about what kind of hopeless life she lived before she was poisoned to death by the Shen family in Lenggong? In fact, what is so terrible about death is that there is no hope at all! Does Your Majesty understand this?"

Duan Zhaoling turned around and grabbed her hand, muttering to himself, "I never thought of letting her die..."

Su Yan withdrew her hand, what's the point of talking about it now...

Pulling back the thoughts immersed in the past, she is very clear that what she wants to do now is not to remember and pay homage to the past. What is the debt of the emperor's mouth worth?It's just a few tears of sympathy, and two or three points of inner comfort.

Whether you have regrets or not, it is no longer important.Only the power in hand is real.

"I owe her too much, I'm afraid I won't be able to repay it in this life." He raised his head, not knowing where to look.

Su Yan said quickly, "Your Majesty owes the queen, but Han Jieyu has to make up for it. It's unfair to both of them."

"Don't say any more," he shook his head, "This has nothing to do with you, I don't want you to get involved."

"What about An Le?"

Duan Zhaoling said, "Just let her stay here with you."

An Le lived in Yilan Palace, and apart from often asking why her concubine didn't come to accompany her, she got along very well with Su Yan.

On March [-]rd, the Shangsi Festival, the whole palace has a bathing ceremony, sprinkles peach juice, and has a feast of peach blossoms and water.

Concubine Shu asked Su Yan for instructions, and Su Yan browsed the account specifications of the banquet, singing, dancing and meals, expressed her permission, and then set the list of participants for the banquet, and roughly outlined the cost, and the details were arranged by Concubine Shu and Concubine De.

At noon, the peach blossom banquet was prepared at Qingfeng Terrace, and the young masters of the palaces went there early, and the palace people had a great time by dipping in the water.

There were frequent news of good news coming in at the border, and Duan Zhaoling was in a good mood when he got off the morning, so he changed his clothes and headed for Qingfeng Terrace.

Along the way, the peach blossoms and willows are green, the breeze is blowing, and the birds in the forest are singing and singing, and the pulse is full of vitality.

Concubine Shu greeted her first, and brought a copper basin filled with peach juice. Duan Zhaoling twirled willow branches and dipped them, and sprinkled them all the way.

Seeing that His Majesty was in high spirits, Concubine Shu called the maids who were waiting on the outside to come over one by one, and they received the blessings one by one. The fragrance of peach blossoms wafted wantonly, and the Qingfeng Terrace was full of spring.

While laughing and laughing, a long flute sound suddenly came.

Everyone looked back one after another, following the sound of the flute, but saw a goose-yellow figure sitting quietly in the depths of the peach blossoms, playing the flute.

The music is melodious and very nice.

"Who is who?" Concubine Shu looked over and said to Duan Zhaoling, "The concubine has a rough grasp of rhythm, this song seems to be "Jade Snow Flying Flowers"."

Yuxuefeihua was the queen's favorite during her lifetime.

The willow leaves are flying, the tidbits are fluttering, Duan Zhaoling walked over, the flute player raised his head, his eyes were dry, his appearance and posture, even the melody was very similar to Tang Wanruo.

Seeing that he was intoxicated, Lin Qingqing became more focused, with ups and downs, and the past was floating.

At the moment of reaching the climax, Duan Zhaoling suddenly interrupted her in a deep voice, "Stop playing."

No matter how much Lin Qingqing imitated the queen back then, he couldn't help wanting to pity her and treat her kindly. Even at the beginning, her face was almost all the sustenance of his guilt and regret...

But since that night, when Su Yan exposed him with one word, she uncovered the wounds that had been buried in her heart for many years one by one. After that painful remorse, she actually felt relieved.

Everything that the queen has done in the past has been instilled in his eyes. At this moment, seeing Lin Qingqing in such a state, he just feels bored.

Lin Qingqing was surprised, and said softly, "The concubine knows that His Majesty likes to listen to the flute, so she learned it from the musician. How can the concubine play it well?"

What emerged before his eyes was no longer Tang Wanruo's face, but the sound of the girl's flute on the swing under the red maple tree in Lingyan Pavilion.

Lonely and distant, pure as the wind.

In contrast, the artistic conception that Lin Qingqing was deliberately pleasing to him in front of him was too far behind, which made him feel resentful of being imitative.

He tried his best to suppress the displeasure in his heart, and said, "I don't like it, so I don't need to learn it anymore."

Concubine Shu and the others thought that His Majesty would be delighted, but after a while, His Majesty walked out alone, his face was not very good-looking, obviously it was definitely not a sign of joy.

Lin Qingqing followed behind with her head bowed, and Concubine Shu asked lightly, "What's the matter?"

There was a wry smile on her face, Lin Qingqing felt ashamed, she thought that her magnanimity had already touched His Majesty's heart the day before yesterday, but today's imitation of playing was really a complete failure.

Concubine Shu also didn't understand what His Majesty was doing. From her understanding, it shouldn't be the situation like this.

Duan Zhaoling sat down, looked around, and asked, "Where is Concubine Yan? Why didn't you come?"

Yuke replied, "The imperial concubine has picked up Princess Anle, and she will be there in a while."

Just as Duan Zhaoling nodded, he saw a young palace lady rushing towards her in the distance, "Go back to Your Majesty, something happened on the way to the imperial concubine, there will be some delay."

"What happened to Yan'er?" Duan Zhaoling asked again.

"Returning to Your Majesty, it was Aunt Sangyu from Yilan Palace who taught the servants to pass the message. It seems that Princess Anle fell into the water by the green lake in the Imperial Garden..."

"What did you say?" Lin Qingqing suddenly stood up and stepped forward, "What happened to Princess Anle?"

"Slave, servant did not hear clearly!"

"Anle will be fine...it won't be..." Lin Qingqing kept babbling, and stumbled out, showing a little stumble.

Duan Zhaoling was also a little worried, so he said, "Don't worry, I'll go and have a look."

Lin Qingqing was so anxious that her mind went blank. The first thing that came to mind was what Su Yan warned her that day, that she was going to leave Anle, she must have planned it!

Lin Qingqing grabbed the sleeve of his robe and shed tears immediately, "The imperial concubine...Your Majesty, you must save An Le!"

Duan Zhaoling didn't delay any longer, Lin Qingqing and others followed and rushed to Bihu.

(End of this chapter)