White Hedge Dream

Chapter 59: concubine

Chapter 59 Palace Concubine

The cold palace shrouded in night seemed to have turned into another world, like a deep mountain forest, where wailing and strange screams could be heard from time to time.

Most of the palaces have no lights, and there are faintly visible figures sitting in them, some of which are dimly lit. The women inside are of various ages, combing their dry grass-like hair, occasionally letting out silly giggles, or covering their faces and crying.

The palace room closest to the corner has brighter lights and is cleaner and tidier than the other palace rooms.

At first, some old palace maids were disdainful, but she just came here and wanted to maintain the dignity of the palace concubine. "After a year or two, she will lose her temper."

However, less than half a year later, the disdainful old palace maid disappeared, and the gatekeeper was replaced by the imperial chamberlain Wang Degui.

Originally he didn't have to come here.

Because the emperor stayed overnight in the cold palace and favored Concubine Bai, the empress was furious and threatened not to let Bai Ying go. The emperor was worried and wanted to send people to guard Bai Ying. Gao Twelve felt that this was a good opportunity to offend the empress, and immediately sent her to her. Wang Degui, the thorn in the side, kicked him over.

Wang Degui's companions were all sympathetic and pitiful. What future would there be for guarding a concubine in the cold palace? Even if there was hope of regaining favor, the whole family would be punished and they would not have dignity in their lifetime.

Wang Degui was okay, he came over happily without looking for anyone or begging.

It was inevitable to offend the queen, and we could no longer offend the emperor.

Sure enough, when the queen came to mention Bai Ying, he blocked her once and could not stop her the other time. He immediately informed the emperor, who went to the queen's palace to rescue Bai Ying in time.

Although it was ultimately a misunderstanding, it did not prevent the emperor from praising him.

However, the emperor probably won't come for a while. Bai Ying is still a sinner after all, and favoring the emperor too much will damage her reputation.

The queen losing her temper is a matter of the inner palace, and if the ministers question her, it will be a matter of court.

But the deep love in the palace was so weak that one day without seeing her was like three autumns. After three autumns, the emperor would not be attracted to any concubine again.

Wang Degui leaned against the door with deep thoughts, and turned to look inside. The woman kneeling in front of the lamp carefully pulled off the petals of the flowers and carefully placed the stamens on the board.

Her skirt was covered in torn petals.

"White Lady." Wang Degui said softly, "It's getting late, let's rest."

"Don't call me empress." Bai Ying lowered her head and said, "Sinful woman Bai."

With His Majesty's grace, even if she is guilty, she is not guilty. Of course Wang Degui would not call the guilty woman Bai, but he obeyed and did not call her "Empress" again.

"It's not good for your eyes at night. Let's do these palace flowers tomorrow." He advised again.

Bai Ying shook her head: "The Queen has been using it a lot recently." His voice became low again, "Thanks to the Queen, I don't dislike it, and I am not afraid of hard work."

She lowered her head and tore off the petals, looking at the stamens left in her palm, a small piece of yellow and white, like a small piece of fingernail.

What's fake is real again, what's real is fake again, it's so interesting.

His vision was dim, as if there was a wind blowing, and the petals on his knees flew and fell on the bluestone beside him.

The next moment, a small palm clapped on me.

The fresh petals suddenly shattered, splashing purple juice and falling on her face.

"Don't be naughty here." Bai Ying shouted angrily, looking at the girl lying next to the bluestone.

This is a four or five-year-old girl with two buns and a red cloth covering her eyes. The gauze is hazy, but it does not affect her flexibility of movement.

Following Bai Ying's words, the girl's two little hands clapped faster, like butterflies flying around.

"Aunt Song, how do you take care of your child?" she shouted.

A woman ran from the side, picked up the girl, and coaxed her: "Sanniang, be good, Sanniang, be good. Sanniang just wants to play with her sister, right?"

Bai Ying glared at her angrily, and the woman hurriedly hugged the girl and walked away, "Let's go find daddy and ride on a big horse."

Children are really annoying. Bai Ying looked at the flowers piled up in front of her and focused on tearing off the petals again. She wanted to make a lot of silk flowers and send some to her eldest sister. The Qingming Festival was coming, so she would give some to her mother’s grave and give some to her neighbors so that they could Stop gossiping behind your back.

But, I'm afraid they won't want to...

If you don't want it, don't want it. When the time comes, she will wear a flowery hairpin and make them jealous.

A small hand reached over, grabbed the petals on her skirt, and scattered them.

Bai Ying was so angry that she reached out and grabbed the girl squatting behind her.

"Bai San!" she shouted, "Do you want to be beaten?"

The girl grinned at her blindfolded and spread her hands.

Bai Ying saw two small stamens in her small palm.

"elder sister."

A childish voice called.

Bai Ying looked up and saw the girl reaching out and taking off the red gauze covering her eyes.

A pair of eyes that did not belong to a child looked at her faintly, like a deep pool or a whirlpool, as if they wanted to **** people in. Bai Ying made a short cry, raised her head suddenly, her eyes were dim, the lights were shaking, and there were footsteps and voices.

"Empress? Empress, what's wrong with you?"

Bai Ying raised her hand to press her heart, and then she saw that she was holding a piece of flower stamen in her hand. Then she looked at the surrounding petals scattered, the lights swaying, and the white and fat face of the chamberlain Wang Degui also swayed.

Did she just fall asleep at her desk?

Bai Ying felt her heartbeat pounding, and her legs were numb from sitting for a long time.

"It's okay, I was dreaming." She said.

This late at night is not a good time to be in dreamland. Wang Degui was leaning against the door and dreaming before he was awakened. He smacked his lips when he thought of the wine he had just picked up in his dream.

"It's better to go in and sleep." He said, and then said respectfully, "I've been watching a lot in the past few days, and I'll help you get the stamens."

Bai Ying glanced at him: "It looks simple, but it's not easy to do." Then she lowered her eyes and said, "What's more, this is what I use to atone for my sins, how can it be replaced by others."

What was Wang Degui thinking in order to atone for his sins? An abandoned place like the Cold Palace was originally isolated from the world when entering, but the silk flowers presented by Bai Shi were adopted by the empress. The maids around the queen often came to pick up the silk flowers. The guarding maids in the Cold Palace Naturally, they should be more taboo and not dare to tease her too much.

Concubine Bai didn't seem to be waiting for death when she entered the cold palace.

Of course, people and things in the palace are seen through but not revealed.

"Bai... Your sincerity can be seen by both Your Majesty and the Queen." He said respectfully and extended his hand to support you again, "But you still need to take good care of your body, so as not to worry Your Majesty."

Bai Ying did not refuse anymore, stood up with Wang Degui's help, coughed twice and walked inside.

There were no furnishings in the cold palace, just a bed and a table were enough. However, the tent on her bed was brand new, with a luxury that did not belong to the cold palace, and made the room look even more shabby.

"Would you like to get some more ornaments?" Wang Degui whispered, "After all, His Majesty will come -"

Bai Ying shook her head: "No, this is a cold palace, you can't break the rules."

The emperor has not the final say on the rules. Wang Degui said in his heart, with a more respectful expression: "Yes, you are right, this old slave has lost his sense of proportion."

Bai Ying didn't speak any more and was absent-minded. Wang Degui didn't say much and resigned.

"You have a good rest, I'm keeping watch outside."

Bai Ying was lying on the bed, looking at the colorfully patterned tent ceiling, always feeling a little strange.

It’s not strange to dream, people always dream, and most of the time dreams will show the memories of childhood, the environment of childhood, the people of childhood, and the things that we did when we were children.

Of course my sister has also dreamed about it.

My sister’s face was blurry in the dream, and it’s still blurry now when I think about it.

But why were those eyes so clear in this dream?

The clarity is not like a dream, the clarity is a bit scary.

Bai Ying clenched her hand and noticed something strange. She opened her hand and found that she was holding a piece of flower stamen.

The stamens are tender and yellow, looming in the dim tent.

She clenched her hands again and crushed the stamens.

…

Zhou Jingyun opened his eyes and saw that the night inside the tent had faded. The next moment he looked inside, he saw nothing around him.

He couldn't help but sit up and lift up the curtain. In the misty blue light, a woman wearing fine gauze pajamas stood in front of the window. Her black hair was scattered behind her like water. It was not clear whether it was because of the dim vision or the heavy autumn fog. The person was looming.

"You..." Zhou Jingyun said, "Are you awake so early?"

Zhuang Li turned around, the fog dissipated, and his face became clear.

"The prince is awake?" she said, and then asked, "Did I wake you up?"

He said and walked over a few steps.

Zhou Jingyun saw that she was wearing soft shoes and walking quietly.

"No." He said, looking out the window, "I woke up at this time too."

His eyes saw Zhuang Li approaching, holding a piece of paper in her hand, with ink stains scattered on it.

He remembered that this was half a piece of writing she had written yesterday. Why did it look... wet?

"I got up to drink tea and accidentally got wet." Zhuang Li said.

Zhou Jingyun said in a loud voice: "Then if I write another one today, I will definitely write better."

Zhuang Li smiled and nodded: "Yes, I will definitely write better."

In the misty morning light, her eyes were full of smiles, shining brightly.