At night, the golden and glorious palace was painted with a dark color, and the dry branches swayed in the cold wind, looking extremely scary, and the swirling wind whimpered in the sky, disturbing. This is doomed to be an uneven evening, with the occasional sound of china chipping and women crying sadly from time to time in the Six Palaces. The palaces of the night patrol rushed past with lanterns, dared not look more, dared not ask more questions.
In Qing Dynasty Palace, Zhou Wudi was lying on the desk reading fold, but a scent bag was hung on the sandalwood pencil holder with a hint of fragrance. It was reassuring.
“Your Majesty, Shen Huilu is awake and is waiting to see you.” Chang Xi expelled a small eunuch from the newspaper and walked into the palace to whisper.
Zhou Wudi didn't even move his eyebrows. He continued to review the fold. Often glad to see that he was indifferent and was about to leave, but saw that he had put down a good batch of folds and whispered, “Come on, go check it out.” There must always be an understanding between them.
A few steps out, he frowned and folded back, removing the vanilla bag from the pencil holder and entering his arms.
The cold palace is even more ruined in the night, the ground is full of dried and broken artemisia, the wind pours and sounds very pleasant, the palace window paper has long been eroded by rainwater, it has no effect on the cold, inside and outside the house are dripping water into ice, no difference.
Shen Huiru lay on a damp, moldy bed. There was only one thin cotton quilt for heating. There was blood on his lower body, and he soaked the skirt in a large area. Her cold Cesar trembled and her forehead sweated with pain, but her face was calm with no despair or fear of catastrophe. At this point, all the struggles were futile, and she had to keep her strength to see the man.
Xianzhi gathered the dried artemisia together and lit a small fire heap, far from Shen Huilu, leaving her dead and alive at all. She now regrets so much that she starts to think about the waveless life of the ancient well of Thousand Foshans.
The squeak that broke the palace door was pushed open attracted the attention of two people. They saw the man behind Chang Xi, and their eyes lit up simultaneously.
“Your Majesty, forgive me, the slaves know wrong!” Mercy rolled up to the man, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
“Too loud.” The man opened his mouth slightly and waved his hands behind him. He flew up in charity and passed out when he hit the palace wall.
Seeing Chang Xi's hand, Shen Huilu, half leaning on the bed, suddenly laughed low. Chang Xi is a fake, then the Emperor must be true! The thought of herself handing the soul incense of poisoning the queen into each other's hands made her feel like a jumping clown, pathetic and pathetic!
“The concubine has met the Emperor.” She laughed and said very calmly.
Zhou Wudi didn't take care of her, didn't even take a closer look at her, slowly walked to the only chair in the palace, saw the thick dust stained on it, frowned.
Chang Xi immediately walked over and matted herself on the top.
“What can I do for you?” The man leaned casually on the back of the chair, his dark eyes set, seemingly inconspicuous. The woman's face is very pale, her lips are dry and cracked, she leaches a little blood, and she looks very miserable. Nevertheless, his heart was extremely calm and he would no longer suffer the slightest flux from each other.
“All sins are borne by the concubine and the father. They have nothing to do with the elderly and children of the people. Please have mercy on the Emperor and forgive them.” Shen Hui stood up straight, dragged the patient out of bed, knelt in front of the man, stained a large piece of red skirt and dripped blood in the leach, and a strong, smelly nose poured out. This scene is horrible! Shen Huilu gambled, betting that this man still had a little pity for her.
Unfortunately, she was mistaken. After almost five months of collapse, the man's heart was as cold as a thousand years of iron.
“Shen Jia has sold the country to the enemy. If you get it, how many of my children will die in the hands of the barbarians this week?” Zhou Wudi leaned over and asked word for word. Seeing a woman with a grieving look, he laughed and said something that made people cold, "I don't think it's enough to pay for your sins with the lives of thousands of people from the Shen clan! There are ten more tribes left to destroy, but whoever is with the Shen family, but whoever is named Ancient, your generations will be enslaved, and there will never be a day to come. ”
In the end, men don't care about the woman's twisted face and stand up ready to leave.
“Your Majesty, the concubine regrets it! I regret not killing you!” Shen Huiru tried his best to grab his clothes, biting his teeth and shouting.
Man Guan 'er, kick her hands off and move on.
“Your Majesty! Do you remember what we used to do? Do you remember the promise to the concubine? You said you'd marry the concubine! Let the whole week know that you love your concubine! To give birth to the most noble princess with the concubine! But did you do it? Three years in the palace, what did you give the concubine?” She fell to the ground and screamed terribly.