Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

These days, the atmosphere in the palace is dull and strange.

Although I am in harmony with Chang Qing, her identity is the queen. I ca n’t elaborate on her and many things, but I do n’t need to elaborate. I just sent people from the palace to send her things to the palace. Seeing some clues; and since Pei Yuanzhang came to Jingren Palace that day, he hasn't been here again, only to hear that the night and night lights on the side of Yu Shufang are lit to the early morning.

In this way, it gave me some leisure time. After greeting Chang Qing today, I went to Jixian Hall.

Just stepped up the stairs, and just saw two little eunuchs holding the pamphlet walking over. As soon as they saw me, they came over to the courteous manners: "Master Yue."

"Well. Where is Fu Shi?"

"Where is the lesson?"

"Okay, thank you."

I nodded, turned and walked towards that side.

It's been March, and it should be warmer at this time in previous years. After the snow has melted, the warm air in the air remains, but this year is a little strange. Although the snow has stopped, the cold is still, and the sky is always under pressure The thick haze seemed as if the entire imperial city was covered by a large grey palm, giving a sense of depression.

I walked in the promenade of Jixian Hall. It was as quiet and elegant as ever, even without the sound of reading. I walked a little strangely and looked at the gate, but I saw Fu Batu sitting on top with a cane. His face didn't seem very good-looking. A few students sitting below were stunned by him. The more naughty ones in the week were not afraid to take a sip and just sat and wrote.

Strange, what happened to him?

I frowned slightly, as soon as I turned my head, I immediately saw that familiar position, empty.

Light cold, not here?

Fu Bazhen's eyes are inconvenient. He usually lectures in class during lessons. He needs assistants for many other things, so he basically goes in and out with Fu Bazhen. Why is he not here today?

I was still wondering, and saw Fu Bazhen's gray eyebrows frown: "Who is outside?"

The students were startled, looked up at me, and when they saw me, they grinned happily immediately, but they also worried about the teacher, and did not dare to speak. I went in calmly: " Mr. Fu Da. "

"Oh, it's Master Yue."

"..."

I saw his original frowning brows relaxed, but his gloomy complexion remained unchanged, and he turned to look at the empty place: "Uh, he-- didn't you come today?"

Fu Bajiu's expression also gloomed down. "My husband is waiting for him."

"..."

Seeing him like this, my mood became more dull, the two of them were speechless for a while, but they sat in the front row and looked up carefully to see our faces, and suddenly saw my back , Loudly: "Oh, my brother is back!"

As soon as I heard it, I turned quickly.

I saw a thin, almost unfamiliar figure walking slowly over the promenade over there.

To say that he was unfamiliar was not how much he had changed, but the costume of the moon-white robe accompanied by the jade beads wrapped around the silk belt. In my memory, he was either short-dressed and laboring by the river in the country, or wearing a book-length gown in the poetry of Jixian Hall, but he was dressed like a Tibetan blue brocade with a white jade belt in the hall that day. , Very strange.

Of course, this is not bad. On the contrary, it is very good-looking. He is not a jade-faced man. His dark complexion and erect facial features were originally rock-like rough texture. In these days when he entered Beijing, he slowly polished, as if passing by. The carving of world affairs, the thick rock has become a statue of Ying Ting, and this costume makes him a little different.

But it made me feel like I saw a completely stranger.

It's anyone, but not light cold.

Just as I watched him come all the way, with some cyanosis, Fu Bazhen already sank: "Where is he ?!"

During the talk, Qing Han had walked straight to him, didn't look at me, but just saluted with an expressionless expression: "Teacher."

"where did you go?"

"..."

"Say!"

"Get out for a while."

"Where did you go?"

Fu Bazhen asked aggressively, but he remained expressionless. It seemed that his face was darker because of the gloomy expression. He blinked and said calmly, "Nowhere."

"Where have you been until you came back? What did the old man tell you before that you forgot ?!"

Hearing this, his face was darker, as if he had gritted his teeth and did not speak.

"you--"

He didn't speak anymore, but Fu Bazhen seemed to be even more angry. He lifted the ruler in his hand and hit him.

My heart was suddenly anxious.

I came here today, and I also wanted to tell Fu Bazhen that after all, Liu Qinghan was already a member of the court. He wouldn't be able to fight like this anymore, and something would happen sooner or later. Who knew that two people could not meet for a few words, he actually started again!

Seeing that wide ruler was about to hit Qing Han's shoulder, I subconsciously said, "Don't!"

As soon as the voice fell, the ruler stopped in the air.

Fu Bashang and I were shocked. I opened my eyes wide and looked at Qing Han's gloomy eyes, and with the hand he held on the ruler of the ring, he saw the blue tendons on the back of the hand and the knuckles were in the grid Rattle.

I was in a hurry: "Light cold, what are you doing ?!"

Although Fu Bazhen beat him a little out of time, but he was a master and apprentice, and he was not a big mistake, but he was cold—how could he do that? !!

Fu Bazhen's face also changed: "What are you doing!"

Qing Han still squeezed the ruler with a strong grip, almost pinching it off, breathing heavily with a hot breath, I approached and wanted to pull his hand, only to approach, I smelled a strong wine Oncoming.

He, did he drink? !!

No wonder his face was so dark. It turned out not to be black, but to drink. Looking closely, his eyes were a little red. He never looked at me, but when I stretched his wrists, there was a broken light in his eyes. "You don't have to fight."

"..."

"I can't figure it out, you won't be able to fight again!"

"... You can't figure it out?" Fu Bazhen held the ruler still, and his gray beard shook constantly. "The old man doesn't think you can't figure it out."

"..."

"You think too much, you think too much!"

Speaking of which, I felt his hand tremble visibly, and suddenly he lifted his hand and waved the ruler, and Fu Bajiu was almost stumped by him, and I hurried to support him and turned his head Looking at Liu Qinghan, he said loudly, "What are you doing, are you crazy ?!"

He was still angry, panting heavily, glanced at us, and suddenly turned away without looking back.

I held Fu Basao, only to see that his face was pale, and they were stunned when they were deep in the room. They couldn't breathe one by one, and opened their eyes and looked outside like a frightened bunny. After a long while, Nian Shen walked out carefully and helped me to help Fu Bazhen, and other sons of other important officials also came out and helped Fu Bazhen into the house.

I didn't walk in, just stood at the door, my chest was violently undulating, and my heart beat as if to crack.

I never thought that Qinghan would do something to people. Although his past life was rough, he was not a rough man. I have never seen him blush with people except to marry me and confront people in the village. Once, at other times, he always treats others calmly and happily, even more arrogantly with people, and this person is still his professional teacher!

I don't know what happened, or what's wrong, looking at the panting Fu Bashen, and the cold back that is about to disappear at the end of the dark promenade, I just feel a panic and helplessness.

At this time, the sleeve was pulled a bit.

I lowered my head, and saw Nianshen raising his head, looking at me with wide eyes, and I hurriedly squatted down, "His Royal Highness, didn't I scare you?"

"Well, no, Aunt Qing, in fact--" He said he wasn't scared, but he was still a little scared, his eyes flickered, hesitated before he said, "These days, the teacher hits his brother every day . "

"what?"

"Shi Shi couldn't answer, the teacher hit him."

I frowned.

I ’ve said it before, every time Fu Bazhen asks a question, Qing Han ca n’t answer it, and he has to call it, but it does n’t seem to be every day. Listen to him say that, Fu Bazhen is looking for him these days. trouble.

Moreover, Qing Han just said that he "can't figure out", what exactly did Fu Bazhen tell him?

Nian mumbled his mouth, and carefully approached him, "Aunt Qing, don't you let the master talk back to the master, good or bad, he was beaten so badly."

"..."

"Well, tell him."

"..." I smiled reluctantly: "Your brother, Aunt Qing doesn't know where he is now."

Nian Shen hurriedly whispered, "I know. Aunt Qing, every time Shi Shi was beaten, he would go to the terrace behind Shu Ge, sitting alone. Aunt Qing, would you please advise him?"

"Okay, Aunt Qing promised you."

I listened, and touched his chubby face with a smile, and then said, "The aunt Qing now advises Brother Shi, go in and take good care of the teacher. Don't let the teacher get angry again, OK?"

"okay!"

Hearing me say that, he immediately nodded happily, turned around and ran in.

I saw a group of children surrounded Fu Bazhen very intimately. I didn't worry about him very much. When I turned around, I went to the Wenshuge. Just as soon as I turned around, I saw a little **** standing there. I turned around, hurriedly pretending to pass by, and left without incident.

I was a little stunned in my heart, but I didn't have much time to think about it, but with a little doubt, I hurried to Wenshuge.

.

I do n’t know if it ’s my mood. The weather is getting more dull. I went downstairs and looked up at the terrace on the second floor of Wenshuge.

It ’s a terrace, but it ’s actually more like a pavilion. Four small red pillars support this small terrace. It is covered with green clouds, stepping on the Hanyu Lingfeng, and the vision is broad. It is also the place where young officials came here to talk about innovation. However, after Shen Gongyi participated in a book, Wenshuge gradually became silent. Here, there were only the lonely surrounding scenery and the cool wind.

I slowly walked up, just approached, and the wind blew over the wine.

Is he drinking again?

As soon as I looked up, I saw Qing Han sitting next to a pillar, with one foot stepping on a railing chair, and the other leg hanging freely, his posture seemed lazy and unruly; Self-care.

I walked over, holding the pillar in one hand, and looked at him calmly.

He used to drink and drink, but he can never make himself greedy, even if so many people come to pour him on the wedding night, he knows how to avoid it with drunk clothes. Feeling terrified.

What's wrong with him?

I know that people will change, even Chang Qing said that some people will not even know themselves when they enter this palace door, but I never thought that he would have such a day.

Seems to hear my footsteps, his hand pouring wine shook a bit, the wine spilled out of the glass, and wet me as I walked over to the slightly shaky skirt corner.

I looked down and watched his redness soaked in the wine. "What are you doing?"