The Empress Dowager Xiaoren died on the eighth day of November in the 17th year of Yuanqing.

The whole country mourns.

Emperor Feng even personally kept a vigil for three days, and was praised by the world as a virtuous monarch.

It's just that only he knows what is going on inside.

Mama Zhuzhu aged rapidly, her gray hair was gray, and she no longer had her original momentum. Guarding in front of the Queen Mother's spirit all day long, looking out, she was loyal to the Queen Mother, and it was the death of that person, which was no different from a thunderbolt on a sunny day for her.

Feng Changqi was shocked by such an old woman for the first time, and that day she happened to offer incense in front of the Queen Mother's spirit and talked a few words with Mama Zhuzhu.

Before he could speak, his face was full of tears.

Xu is very old, and I don't know how old and desolate this cry is.

"The old slave has already had forty thoughts when she follows the Queen Mother," she couldn't stop choking, "It was fine some time ago, when Prince Rong died of illness, his health was very bad, but it couldn't reach this point." Then I heard that Prince Rong's body was destroyed, and even the tomb was destroyed, so the Queen Mother was so angry that she couldn't stand it, so she left. ”

Then Mama Zhuzhu told Feng Changqi everything about the previous time.

Somehow, some time ago, the Queen Mother fell into a nightmare for several days. All day long, Jie called out, and in a dream, he saw a flower-colored scarf with an emerald sit on his waist, and a crescent moon bun, and he had been fighting with her for the body of Prince Rong. Originally, they could still compete with each other, but then out of nowhere, a skin-splashing boy in a white shirt and short clothes appeared, also holding a long scarf in his hand, and snatched Prince Rong's body from the man.

"Suddenly there was such a dream" Feng Changqi felt incredible, after all, the destruction of Prince Rong's tomb happened so suddenly, that there was no room for reaction.

Mama Jizhu shook her head.

"How can it," she sighed, "such nightmares don't happen in a day or two. ”

Since the destruction of Prince Rong's tomb, such nightmares have continued almost every day.

Seeing that the Queen Mother was getting thinner and thinner day by day, Mama Zhuzhu was really anxious. The doctors in the Tai Hospital were also helpless, only saying that heart disease also required heart medicine, and they could only open some houses for daily maintenance, and they ate tonics.

Emperor Feng is famous for his benevolence and filial piety, and he will go to Cheng'an Palace almost every day to have a look, but that person is still not good. Later, when he sobered up, he didn't want to see Emperor Feng again, which showed that he had been angry for a long time, and then he didn't even want to do any more work.

Recalling the events at that time, Mama Zhuzhu really couldn't cry. Xu felt that everything was caused by the death of Prince Rong, and no one was to blame.

Feng Changqi always felt that something was wrong, the Queen Mother was in good health, this is what she said when she passed by the Tai Hospital and asked Zhang Zhongyuan, the envoy of the Tai Hospital.

According to Zhang Zhongyuan's temper, he will definitely not talk nonsense, which can be seen to be true.

Even if he is angry with Prince Rong, he will definitely not die like this

It's just that this is a deep palace, and even Emperor Feng doesn't investigate the cause of death, even if she suspects, she is very powerless.

By the middle of November, the weather was getting colder and colder, and the flowers under the corridor were all stained with wind and frost.

There are flower and bamboo hanging windows in Cheng'an Palace at any time, and the picture is a green joy. Now the curtain is lower, and there is no laughter.

The empty hall, all day long, only Mama Zhuzhu walked back and forth, standing alone, hanging from each other.

On the day of the Queen Mother's funeral, Mama Zhuzhu touched the pillar and died.

Feng Changqi was not surprised by this result at all.

She is too loyal, she has been following the Queen Mother for more than 40 years, and suddenly there is no such person, and there is no one in her heart.

Emperor Feng buried the bamboo with the concubine ceremony, which can be regarded as a well-deserved death.

Because of this matter, Hua Long is getting better and better for Nai Ying, and she knows that there is sincerity between the master and the servant, although she doesn't say it, but anyone with a clear eye can understand Hua Long's thoughts.

On this day, it was raining outside, and because it was already winter, it was extremely cold.

Feng Changqi sat on the side resisting the fire dragon, looking at Hua Long and not knowing what he was embroidering, and his technique was extremely fast.

"Auntie, this is for Mama Nai"

"Hmm" Hua Long raised her head, looked at Feng Changqi and smiled, "Ghost spirit, I can't hide anything from you." ”

"Mama Nai Mama likes this kind of fog blue the most, and it is embroidered with begonia flowers, which is naturally for Mama Nai."

"There are fewer and fewer old people in the palace." There is a sadness between the words, Hua Long will never sympathize with others in the past, after all, his life is difficult enough, where is there still leisure to think about others today is different from the past, Hua Long's life is getting better, and he is softened by the palace people around him, and he is not used to those scenes of life and death.

The north wind howled, and it looked like it was going to snow in a few days.

Feng Changqi listened quietly, sat on the side, and made no sound, looking at it from Hualong's angle, as if he was asleep.

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The shadow was bent on letting the Wind Emperor treat her well as a wife. Thinking that she died in the cold palace for the rest of her life, my heart was also quite relaxed. It's just that this is in the back court, which is really unreasonable. The banquet guard is nothing, and it is even easier for Zhai Che to prepare, according to the meaning of the shadow, the purple group cover is set up, the curtain is low, and the horses are driving together, which is all ordinary and trivial.

Emperor Feng thought that it was now a state funeral, and it had only been more than a few days since the death of the Queen Mother, and if the wedding ceremony was held at this time, the courtiers did not know how much to say.

Cilan Garden.

It snows heavily, and the surroundings are white everywhere, and the red plum blossoms in Cilan Garden are excellent, and you can smell the fragrance from afar.

Emperor Feng wore a navy blue tuanfu dark pattern, and hurriedly came to Cilan Yuan on his shoulder.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw dozens of palace maids and eunuchs holding brooms, sweeping snow outside, revealing the blue-gray ground.

Seeing that the Wind Emperor was coming, they hurriedly prostrate on the ground and made a big salute.

The leader is the personal palace maid of the shadow called Bauhinia, who is very clever. Originally, the shadow was very picky about the palace maid, but since she got Bauhinia, her mood seems to be much more open, not as anxious as usual.

"What about your masters?"

The Wind Emperor made people drop their shoulders and stand under the plum tree, and the faint fragrance went straight to the tip of the heart.

He couldn't help but think that more than ten years ago, on such a cold day in the wax moon, there was a woman wearing a moon-white suit, her eyebrows were picturesque, her eyes were full of red plums, and her face was also dyed a little rouge.

After all, it was back then, and there will never be one again.

Before Bauhinia could speak, the Wind Emperor had already bypassed the few red plums and walked in.

She didn't know what she was thinking, she was wearing a smoky purple feather satin brocade jacket, lying on top of the soft collapse, and the look on her face was almost pathetic.

Hearing the movement, I thought it was Bauhinia coming in.

"The people in the Internal Affairs Office are so undedicated, tell the emperor in the future, don't go out again, it's very cold."

"Well, what's wrong with the people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"

When she heard the voice, she stood up and glanced lazily at the visitor.

"That's good, I complained to the emperor directly." Shadow smiled in a low voice, "Yesterday, Bauhinia went to the Internal Affairs Mansion to ask if the red feather satin jacket was ready, but they sent it back. I went to ask early this morning, but I didn't have any news, and I don't know what they meant. ”

"Recently, there are a lot of things handled by the Internal Affairs Office," Emperor Feng understands very well, at this time of year, the Internal Affairs Office is always the busiest, and it is not difficult to understand that there is a slight difference.

It's just that he saw that the shadow was so angry, and then said: "Since you are prevaricating like that, I will send Li Yubao to go after a while, and give you justice, how about it?"

"The emperor loves the shadow, and the shadow naturally knows it." She chuckled twice.

During the Winter Solstice Festival, Emperor Feng rewarded the ladies of each palace and courtyard with new patterns of brocade, thinking that they would buy a few new clothes. The people of the Windy Country value the winter solstice the most, even if they are the poorest and lowest, no matter how difficult it is, it is easier to accumulate new clothes.

Therefore, in the country of winds, the winter solstice is a small year's festival. This is still the case outside the palace, let alone in the palace. The genus of food and the sacrificial categories are all superior. As for the food and clothing of Orchid Garden this time, it is the same as the concubine system, and most of the clothes are made of feather satin, which is worn on the body and swaying, lined with a face, like a hibiscus.

Seeing her smiling at this moment, Emperor Feng's heart moved slightly, as if he was looking at another person through several layers of light and shadow, and his mind was diminished for a while, and it was difficult to control himself.

"Your Majesty, is there a quasi-letter for the matter that the concubine mentioned to the emperor that day" Her eyes were full of eyes, and she didn't seem to know how many grievances she had, "If the emperor really doesn't want to, the concubine will definitely not force it, but all along, the concubine has only had such a hope, and I never thought it would be so difficult." ”

"It's a national funeral, it's hard to do it." Emperor Feng has always been hesitant about this matter, and the real reason is not the national funeral, but for Bai Huan.

In his life, he only regarded Bai Huan as his wife, and as for others, he never thought about it.

At this time, seeing that the shadow was so stubborn, he was already a little annoyed.

She turned her back and whimpered for a long time, but she didn't see the Wind Emperor come to coax, and her heart became more and more depressed.

For the Wind Emperor's thoughts, the shadow has always been uncertain, sometimes good and sometimes bad, and many words seem to be unspeakable.

"Even if you can't even go through the motions, can you say that this palace banquet can't be done, if the emperor really has a concubine in his heart, holding a palace banquet is not a difficult thing, there were so many white things some time ago, and it hasn't been lively for a long time."

She turned around and gently grasped the Wind Emperor's big palm, "Just this time, hmm"

There was a little shyness on her face, and when she lowered her eyelids, she was similar to the person in the dream.