By the time Xi Yu woke up, it was already the middle of the next day.

The screen window showed a touch of smoke and blue color, and even the sunlight had a touch of jade and jade halo.

The house was lit with soothing incense, and it was a five-petal water lily smoked cage that the Wind Emperor had newly rewarded some time ago, and the wisps of milky white halo at this time surrounded from top to bottom.

She suddenly thought of something, stood up, and just remembered, she saw Yurong coming in.

"Princess Zhao has been waiting for a long time, Niangniang wants to meet"

Everyone in the palace knows that Concubine Xi's mother and daughter are a little ugly and not very harmonious.

But what a competitive person Concubine Xi is, the more people spread the word like this, the more unconvinced she became, and only claimed that all this was false, and others slandered her. It's with Feng Zhao coming back, and she wants to see it.

"Naturally, my daughter, why don't you see"

Yurong ignored it and nodded.

But in a moment, Feng Zhao walked in with the curtain open.

She was only wearing a light blue plain palace dress, and the makeup on her face was even lighter, making her complexion look poor.

She was touching the begonia brooch on her chest at this moment, it was emerald colored, and I heard that it was a Western color, which was very rare and very precious. The Wind Emperor rewarded Feng Zhao and Feng Changqi with one each, but he had never seen Feng Changqi wear it.

There are all good East Pearls on it, very small, far away from the night pearl that looks like a broken night, emitting bursts of dazzling light.

Xi Yu avoided the edge and looked away.

"Your grandfather made trouble with the boss's shamelessness, and you have never been to the Sheng Qiandian to help talk about it."

"It's not something that someone else says will work."

Feng Zhao shook his head, "It's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I can't say it, now my ancestor's identity is embarrassing, if I say what is the relationship between us and my ancestor, wouldn't it make my ancestor uncomfortable?"

This is certainly a good statement, but Xi Wei seems to have been pricked with a thorn in her heart, and she can't pull it out.

"Naturally, I can't speak, but you are different, you are the daughter of your father's concubine, or the eldest princess. The rumors of the illegitimate child are just nothing, and some people maliciously slandered them. What does it matter if you go and plead with your grandfather?"

What he said made Feng Zhao have no answer.

"According to A-Niang's meaning, Zhao'er can't have her own ideas, she can't have her own days, everything must revolve around the glory of the Xi family."

"You! You are not filial! ”

Feng Zhao's eyes were red, and he burst into tears.

"Well, your grandfather treated you well. Over the years, you have been awkward with A-Niang in everything, so that everyone in the palace has come to see you and my jokes, what is the reason A-Niang can't stand you?"

"It's not that A-Niang can't live with me." Feng Changqi shook his head slowly, "In my lifetime, how can Ah Niang ever live in the end, Ah Niang has Ah Niang's considerations, and let others think like you." ”

Xi Yu panted roughly, thinking that she had also followed Emperor Feng to write poems, and there was no shortage of boudoir fun. She has always admired such a beautiful man. But she also knew that if she didn't have the glory of the Xi clan, she could only look up to the Wind Emperor and never be close to her for the rest of her life.

For the sake of getting closer, she did this.

Feng Zhao looked at the purple purple cloud gauze bedgown she was wearing, and his eyes were faint. She hadn't seen her own aunt like this for a long time, and now she looked at it carefully, and it was still the same as usual, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and the charm was indescribable.

If she is right-hearted, she is willing to come and say hello every day.

"A-Niang, there are many things in this world that cannot be forced."

"How could there have been a reluctant Xi clan and you and me, but it was a relationship of both glory and loss. If you don't understand this, you will suffer a big loss in the future. ”

"I've suffered enough, the doctor said that A-Niang's illness is because of worrying too much, don't worry."

Xi Yu clutched her chest and coughed sharply again.

She never imagined that one day she would be swept away by her own daughter-in-law.

"Your grandfather has always treated you sincerely, in the past, you were trapped in Nanliang, and your grandfather did not hesitate to find your uncle to save you, can you forget this?"

"I didn't." Feng Zhao stood up, "It's just that these rights and wrongs are not covered up by mentioning old feelings." Auntie, I'm going to go first. ”

Feng Zhao blessed Xi Fu's body, opened the curtain, and walked out.

Xi Yu didn't get up for three or two days, and she had nightmares all day long. Originally, he had almost forgotten about He Zhaorong, but at this moment, he remembered all the past.

Sun Yanpo didn't come to serve him anymore, and was replaced by Yurong.

On this day, Xi Wei was in better spirits and got out of bed. Xiang Xiang often takes care of his own makeup, which is quite a bit of self-pity.

The sky was over, and Yurong took off the golden silk dotted cuifeng hairpin on her head one by one, and then picked the pearl hosta flower bead on the back, and untied the bun like a cloud. She has always served people Zhou Zheng, holding a white jade grate, and gently combing Xi Yan's hair.

It's already spring, but it's raining for a few days, and every night, I don't know how many thieves come.

Suddenly, the long window was blown open by the wind, and this was a hollow window, covered with a thin veil of smoke, and the high candles in the hall were quickly extinguished.

The others were all fluttering and flashing, and Xi Yu couldn't help but think of the festival when He Zhaorong died, and her face changed when she landed.

"Go, go close the windows."

Yurong responded, very indifferently, and quickly walked over.

Benzoin had been lit for a while, Xi Yu was drowsy, and was helped to bed by Yurong, and soon fell asleep.

It's just not very stable, but after half an hour, I woke up more than a few times.

Yurong listened to the silence and leaned to the side to take a nap.

There are a lot of palace maids who keep vigil in Yukun Palace, but they all follow Hualong's intentions, and they are all outside one by one, and they are not allowed to come in. Once it's night, there's only Yurong left here.

It was about the third watch, and I suddenly heard Xi Yan's cry.

When Yurong heard this, she trembled and hurriedly ran in.

I saw that the man's face was covered with blood marks, crisscrossed and criss-crossed, like a tortoise shell. The long window in the dormitory was also wide open at this time, and the little blood stains also spread from the bed to the window, Yurong felt a little strange, and just leaned over, he saw that the end was also dripping with blood.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this must be artificial, but who knows, the man still shrunk into a ball, covered his face, looked at the blood on his hands, and cried endlessly.

Yurong hurriedly closed the long window, lit the high candle again, and brought another basin of water.

"Mother, let's wash it"

"Someone wants to harm me, is there a ghost coming, it's He Zhaorong, it must be He Zhaorong's cheap hoof, she wants to kill me." She trembled, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Some palace maids with some qualifications in the palace said that He Zhaorong's strange death was related to this amazing imperial concubine.

Originally, Yurong still didn't believe it in her heart, after all, He Zhaorong was not favored back then, and she couldn't threaten Xi Yan's status in the back court at all, but looking at it today, it seems that there are still a lot of hidden secrets here.

She was scared half to death, she didn't think about tea and dinner, and her body became worse and worse.

The imperial doctors in the palace came again and again, saying that they were worried and sad, and they were too frightened. Emperor Feng also came once, and when he saw her shrunk and couldn't say a word, he only told Yurong to take care of her, so he hurried away.

Seeing him leave without mercy, Xi Yu was heartbroken.

"Don't go, don't go." She threw herself out of bed, her whole body trembling, "Don't go." ”

"Niangniang, the emperor is busy with government affairs, and if he is free in the future, he will definitely come to visit Niangniang."

"He must be disgusted with me."

"Niangniang, I will raise it for a good life, if not, even if the emperor comes in the future, it will be useless."

This is true, but Xi Yu can't listen to it, and always feels that there is He Zhaorong's shadow around her. She didn't dare to be on the ground anymore, and hurriedly climbed onto the bed again, where is there still a little bit of the appearance of the imperial concubine

"Go find a shaman to do it, there are evil things in this Yukun Palace."

It's probably a demon.

Mama Yurong answered, and the next day she found a shaman.

For three or five days in a row, those people were doing things in the Yukun Palace, even if it was like this, it was still useless, Xi Yu had endless nightmares, and He Zhaorong would always die tragically in her dreams.

The blood on that face, thinking about it to this day, Xi Yu feels terrified.

When Feng Zhao came to see Xi Yan, she happened to be taking a nap. I wanted not to bother, but I heard Xi Yan's scream.

The cry was so terrible that Feng Zhao couldn't bear to leave.

She lifted the curtain and quickly walked in, only to see that the man was sweating profusely, and the hair on his forehead was already soaked, and a handful of it was all over his face.

Xi Yu couldn't take care of it anymore, looked at her daughter in front of her, and cried endlessly, "Zhao'er, it was He Zhaorong who came to ask for his life." ”

Feng Zhao knew what his aunt had done back then, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little compassion.

"A-Niang, there are no ghosts in this world at all."

"Yes, yes." Her eyes straightened, and she looked at the long carved window in a daze, "Every time at night, she looks at me in front of the long window, saying that she died unjustly, and that I want to harm her child, and the crime is unforgivable." ”

"Child"

Feng Zhao's face was inexplicable, "Where did He Zhaorong come from?"

Feng Zhao naturally didn't know what was going on here, but listening to his own Aunt's words, he was still suspicious, "Auntie, why don't I know what's going on here?"

"If you had known, that man would have come to you. It's enough for me to live alone, do you still want to involve you and A-Niang?"

She shrank and looked at the requiem incense all over the room, and the whole person was not good.