The fourth master's favorite concubine

Chapter 1 Red Plum
This article is purely superficial, and those who refer to history for the bottom line, please take a detour, thank you.

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In the winter of the third year of Yongzheng, the sky was covered with heavy snow and wind, and the majestic and magnificent Forbidden City was suppressed in silence.

Yuzhu in Pucaoxuan was so nervous that she was at a loss, because of the cold, her little face was frighteningly pale from the cold.

"My lord..." She was almost crying.

Looking at the little master Zhen Yijin who was pale and gassy on the bed due to the wind and cold.

"My lord, Yuzhu is going to find the imperial physician right away." Yuzhu was in a daze, tears still dripping down her cheeks.

"Woo~"

"Little Master."

Yuzhu called several times, and then the person on the bed exhausted all his strength to open his heavy eyelids, and then slowly made a thin sound like mosquitoes and flies.

"It's useless... Yuzhu... don't need to go."

If it works, she won't be terminally ill and no one cares about her.

"It's useful, my lord. Yuzhu will go to Song Guiren right away. Pu Caoxuan's several difficulties were helped by Song Guiren. Yuzhu will go here, right away."

Song Guiren is Zhen Yijin's good sister, she always went to Song Guiren for help in several accidents, and Song Guiren never refused.

After Yuzhu finished speaking, she rushed out, letting the cold wind cut her face like a knife.

"Yuzhu... come back... come..." Helpless tears slid down from the corners of her eyes alone, and before they fell to the ground, her hand had already lost its life and fell heavily on the edge of the bed.

On a cold winter day, the last cloud of white mist appeared in the air, and after a while the fog gradually became smaller and then disappeared.

After exhaling her last breath, she lost vital signs.

At the same time, in Chuxiu Palace.

"Ah...it hurts." A pool of blood was spreading in all directions to devour it.

All the imperial doctors swarmed up and blocked the water around Chuxiu Palace.

"It's not good, Song Guiren has had a miscarriage. Hurry up and invite the emperor."

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Two days later.

Inside the Pucao Pavilion, Zhen Yijin was lying half-lying on the collapsed floor, his face turned pale and he was in a trance.

His eyes were dimmed, and under the candlelight, two crystal clear teardrops hung in the corners of his eyes, which had been lingering for a long time, making people feel even more distressed when looking at them.

She has been here for more than two days.In her sweetest moment, the wedding night, the sun and the moon fell into the harem of Yongzheng in the Qing Dynasty by accident. No one knew how she spent these two days.

Helpless, helpless, lonely, distressed.

Because the promises she made are endless, now... once she travels through the harem of the Qing Dynasty, how will she go back and meet him every year.

"I see you every year, Jiacheng...you can blame me." She sobbed slightly, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes faintly.

She is the top chief medical officer in the 21st century. She has devoted herself to patients for 20 years, but what she got in return was death, a terrible death.

Death came unexpectedly.

The moment she married her beloved, the moment she stepped into the bridal chamber, she felt a slight pain in her heart.

Before she could see Jiacheng's tense and distressed expression, she had passed away.

Hate, who should she hate, her hard work or the joke of fate.

Tears couldn't stop overflowing from the sockets of the eyes, running across the thin and pale cheeks, before they dripped, Zhen Yijin wiped them away with a flick of his sleeve.

"You can blame me for being cruel. I didn't do it on purpose...Jiacheng...I miss you so much...I miss you so much...I miss you so much...I really miss you." She was skinny and curled up on the edge of the bed.

I thought about it, but there was nothing I could do.

If I could do it again, the husband is a thousand years old, and the concubine is always healthy, so we can see each other every year, and living a good life is more meaningful than staying up late and working overtime. Unfortunately, she understood too late.

After two days of recuperation on the collapse, the memory of the original owner was slowly restored.

The memories that swept over her inevitably made her tremble with fear.

Since the day she entered the palace, she has been excluded because of her slightly better appearance.

And because my father is only a fourth-rank Dianyi, his official position is not high, and he has no background to support him. When he was assigned to live in the palace, he pointed out this place in the corner of the palace that is farthest from the emperor.

The mountain is high and the emperor is far away, and her beauty is still eager to be favored by the emperor in the future, so she died in response to the sentence.

Why did he die so easily.But it was a little cold.

She took her pulse for herself, and frowned, who... plotted against her.

But after all, this is only the original owner's business, and she doesn't want to stay here at all.

What do you think will happen if you die again? Can you go back?
As the cold wind rustled, an astonishing thought came to her mind. The cold wind in the house that was already drafty invaded even more unscrupulously, penetrating through her body.A thrill.

Yuzhu just came in with ginger tea when she saw her little master running out barefoot.

"Where are you going, my lord?" Yuzhu was so frightened that she put down her tea and chased her out.

It's freezing outside, so I got the wind chill, how can I blow the cold wind again at this time.If she suffers from the wind and cold again, wouldn't it be in vain to drag her life back from the gate of hell? How will she explain to the old lady in the future.

Turning around, he picked up the only cotton robe from the rickety shelf and chased after him.

Wrapped in plain silver, it is a vast expanse of whiteness, eclipsed by the cover of the vermilion green tiles.

Only one or two crows flew by in the emptiness, looking for food and festering corpses.

"Jiacheng..."

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When he woke up the next day, the sun was engulfing the cold, and the afterglow fell on the courtyard of Pucaoxuan.

Yuzhu had just cried, her eyes were red, did she go too much yesterday, after all, it was her maid who depended on her for life.

"sorry……."

"Little master doesn't care about his body so much, what if something really happens, anyway, what do you want Yuzhu to do, the wind and cold you suffered a few days ago is better, now you want to make yourself sick again?"

Yi Jin moved his body and looked at Yu Zhu, who followed him and received a lot of stares. She was indeed impulsive yesterday.

"No, I won't worry you any more in the future." She is a doctor, and colds and colds are easy things for her, so she doesn't take it to heart.

But yesterday she saw the man who was exactly the same as him, who was it, could it be him?Did he hear the voice of his heart?

She asked herself, secretly joy mixed with fear, fearing that too high expectations would lead to greater disappointment.

"Did you see any outsiders yesterday?" She jumped down from the wall, but landed in his arms impartially, but before she could take a closer look at her current body, she fainted. .

Yi Jin waited expectantly for Yu Zhu to reply, as if he had come to life.

Yuzhu scratched her head as she recalled, she didn't see anything when she arrived, but.

"My lord is talking about this bunch of red plums..." When she arrived yesterday, my lord was curled up in the snow, holding this bunch of red plums in her arms.

"Hongmei..." He folded it.

"Although the young master fell into a coma, she was carrying this bunch of red plums in her arms. Yuzhu thought that the young master picked red plums on a whim, so she brought them back together."

"Hmm..." She really saw such a person yesterday, that man who looked exactly like Jia Cheng.Thinking that it was he who folded it, the bouquet of red plums was protected on his chest like a baby.

She carefully looked at the brilliant and delicate red plums in her hand.You can't hide the joy on your face, what do you want to tell me through Hongmei...

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, calmly picked up the only cloak with a slightly fresher color, put it on and walked towards the door.

The footsteps went faster and faster, and in the end it was almost galloping away.

She wants to see who went there yesterday, is it Jiacheng?

"Yuzhu, I'll go back as soon as I go." She held Hongmei tightly in her arms.

I'm here, Jiacheng is waiting for me.

"My lord, wait a minute, Yuzhu is with you."

The soft sunlight fell on Zhen Yijin's slightly stretched brows, and there was a little excitement under his eyes.

She wore a rose red cloak and wandered around the red plum forest a few times, but she and Yuzhu saw no one.

She frowned, and tightly tied the red plum to her chest.

No, nothing.

Except for the looming red plums in the courtyard, except for her and the maid Yuzhu.What the rest is nothing.

Only the fragrance of plum blossoms is light, swaying through the white snow in the vast snow sea.

Under the red plum tree, she looked up at the red plum covered with silvery white snow in despair, her demure and quiet eyes were in the curly eyelashes.

There was no one there, and she was still a step late.

After waiting for a long time, the snowflakes took away the weak sunlight and began to drift down again.

"My lord, it's snowing again, let's go back."

"Let's go back." The snow was half a foot thick, and I was afraid that my shoes and socks would be wet if I went down.

"Go back." She said again, putting her left hand on Yuzhu's.

The other hand is still holding Hongmei tightly.The red plums sent incense leisurely, invading the small and exquisite nasal cavity, and she frowned again.

"When you see a plum blossom, you don't see your old friend's face, and you chanting plum blossoms are like your old friend." She should take good care of her body, at least the next time she meets, she won't be so weak that she faints and won't be able to see her old friend.

　If you count your fingers, it is appropriate to write an article today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)