Disgraced Consort

Night country.

Huichen Palace, Imperial Study.

Before Bai Linan's writing in Yu Yu's case, when reviewing the book in the early morning, Ji Fuqi's voice came through the landscape screen:

"Looking back to King, Mrs. Feng's battle is about to start."

It was just a simple voice, but it made Bai Linan hold Zihao's hand, stagnation, hanging on the bright yellow fold.

She is finally going.

In the past three months, when New Year's Eve was approaching, the harem, the only good news came from Mrs. Feng's birth.

Li Liangyuan is happy to be pregnant with Long Si, and as a result, she was promoted to Wan Yi.

It is this good news that the entire night palace is no longer shrouded in the cold situation of three years since the emperor Bailinan took the throne.

However, at the same time, Mrs. Feng received another purpose of gratitude, and she was allowed to return to Sunda. After the Lantern Festival, she returned to Ye Kingdom.

For this concubine, to the concubine of the harem, it is nothing but a great grace.

But, really, is it Ron?

Because of this stagnation, the purple cents in Bailinan's hand dipped in cinnabar ink and dripped on the Ming and Huang dynasties. On the rice paper, that little red quickly spread, and the approved empty space was stained with the bright red.

He returned to his mind, approving the word "quasi" in the flamboyant red.

"Sir, Mrs. Feng asked Li Xue to go back and forth, this is about to go."

She did not resign personally.

Even according to the palace rules, she should come in person.

But, in her heart, everything is empty, these palace rules, since I can no longer enter the heart.

In the past three years, her obedience has earned her nothing but a negative result.

However, so.

Bai Linan's low-eyed eyes, with a word, Fang lifted, but the voice was still indifferent:

"I know."

"Sir, this guard of honor stops outside Fengxiang Palace, and the servants look at it. Madam Feng is about to go to the battle, and I will ask you, Sir, do you want to pass?

Jifu was bold and still asked this sentence. He could see the mind of the quasi-master, only the master's lag, he knew that it was a coincidence to ask this sentence.

What the master is holding on hard, being a minion, must find a step for the master to understand. Even with some reprimands, the Master and Master will remember it well.

The eyes of Bailinan glanced a little, and outside the Xuan window, they replied:

"Snow, the heavier the fall."

"Yeah, Lord, Mrs. Feng has always had a head stubbornness. I don't know if this is going to happen or if it will happen on the road."

Jifu continued to find the stairs with every effort.

His blessing is so much more and more, in this palace, quite good for the masters of the palace.

Bai Linan finally put down the purple cents in his hand and transferred the book case.

Jifu quickly put a large cloak of the fox and folds in his hands on Bailinan's body. Bailinan's steps stopped a little, and he slowly went outside the hall.

It's snowy.

The canopy of the bright yellow can cover the upper corner of the sky, and finally some snow drifts in with the wind and falls on the big cloak. Just enter the big cloak, and then enter the big cloak, and no traces can be found.

Just like this, if we go thousands of miles here, are there any traces that can no longer be found?

The Huichen Palace is not far from the Fengxiang Palace, and it is only separated by the Palace of the Phoenix in the middle of the palace, but it takes half a cup of tea.

There was snow on the Yongdao that did not have time to clean up, stepped on it, and made a slight creaking noise, not far away, I have seen, among the crowds of the palace, that figure of autumn water is striking.

In fact, this color is not the most prominent. It's just that when he looked at it this way, it was only the autumn green that came into his eyes.

It is Mrs. Feng Muyou.

Since she gave birth, she no longer wears the bright colors of the past, but only wears this color of Luo skirt.

The autumn water is green, making her more pure and elegant.

Compared with three years ago, it is more indisputable.

Because, if it were said that three years ago, her uncontested world was due to that he was not worthy of her fight.

Well, three years later, her undisputed world, only illustrates one fact-

Her heart died together.

As the child passed away, he died.

He gave birth to the miscarriage that day and rushed into the blood room. After she finally said the two sentences to him, she hadn't said a word in the three months.

When there is a family banquet in Danfan Palace, she said she was ill and did not attend.

And he did not visit her again, and since she returned the sachet to him, the salute room had temporarily set aside Mrs. Feng's brand for reasons of miscarriage.

For three months, he was still the emperor of Yulu Junze, and Che Guiji's limelight was no one in the palace.

As for Mrs. Feng's former favor, in the eyes of Gongren, it gradually faded out.

Hong Yanwei's grace is not uncommon in the palace. It only prevents Mrs. Feng from remaining in position. Those concubines and palace people dare not do the step-down, and leave the Fengxiang Palace aloof.

Yes, left out.

This cold sale will finally come to an end with the heavy snowfall this winter.

This paragraph is that Mrs. Feng will leave the country of the night and return to her homeland with the affection of the province.

The concubines in the palace were envious of this purpose.

But what about Mu Yao?

Really, will there be joy to dilute the sadness of the past?

She stood there, the lotus foot stopped, and Hua looked at him. This look, her eyes, there was no slight waves.

"See King." She leaned down and asked to be safe according to the rules.

Counting it out, today is the first time he and she have met in three months.

He walked up to her, hands, and was going to help her, and finally withdrew without trace, only waving the robe sleeve:

"Flat body."

"Xie Jun is up." She stood up slowly, her eyes lowered and her eyes narrowed, and she didn't say a word.

The atmosphere is rigid.

He had long known that he would be so rigid, but he still came.

Because, perhaps, this time, everything will be different.

He is the emperor of the great cause. For the glory of the imperial cause, the strategies he made, even cruel, can not be given up.

Also, will not give up.

Jiangshan and beauty never existed equally for him.

If it is equal, the lost is not only the same.

He has understood this since he succeeded.

"This is a long way to go, you have the persistent disease of the head wind, and I am specially ordered to accompany Cai Taiyi--"

He slowly said the words he asked for concern in a calm tone, just as he had done to Muyou in the past.

However, he also knew that something was different after all.

As if Mu Tao listened to his words at this time, the head of the falcon was still drooping, and the sable hair inlaid on the flares almost covered her half of her face.

She, if he even miserly looked at him.

In the past, no matter how respectful she was, she always raised her eyes slightly and smiled slightly.

He always thought that no matter what, she would always laugh.

Even with a heartless heart.

But I don't know, her smile will also disappear.

Will be tired of covering up.

When he thought about it, his words paused, but, no matter what, he had to finish:

"You will be brushed all the way."

The six words are very simple. When they simply overflow their lips and teeth, they are just a different taste.

"Thank you Lord Long." Her drooping head, her lips slightly opened, only four characters.

Between his bows, he was about to reach out to help her, but she avoided it backwards. His hand, a little embarrassedly, stretched out the sleeve of the smoky blue, and on his fingertips, a snowflake fell suddenly, crystal clear, Of course, in just a moment, it melted into the nail tip and turned into Wang Qingying.

Like tears who want to fall but not fall, Qingying.

But it won't be hers.

She won't cry.

No one will know that the night of the miscarriage, when Bai Linan's figure disappeared in Fengxiang Palace, her body shrank in the quilt, and her dark hair covered most of her face, and she cried silently.

After three years of court life, she has learned that she will not cry indiscriminately in the face of ruthless dumping.

Including, this time weeping can only be silent.

Even if it hurts, I can't cry.

How can it not hurt?

The two-month-old child is gone.

In the three years of coming to Ye Kingdom, Bailinan gave her a spoiled love, but she never saw a pregnancy. Only this time, it was supposed to be the pregnancy that night in Xuanlonggu.

But, in the end, it turned into a pot of blood.

Her abdomen still felt faint pain as if the child was still there, but she knew that she had lost the child forever.

Since marrying the concubine of Ye Kingdom from afar as a concubine, she has always had a dispensable attitude towards her children, unlike other concubines who always think about children who can bear God ’s king. Kind of leaning around.

For her, having a child means nothing more than a bond.

So, no, it's better.

But, since the evening of the sixth day of June, it seems that something has changed after all.

When she saw his gloomy face, when he was almost venting for the first time, or if she wanted to rub her into the same possession of her, she knew that her heart, after all, was different.

She didn't feel a trace of disgust, even if it was originally, this should be her duty as a concubine, according to her previous temperament, it must be disgusted.

Only that night, some of the soft existence in her heart shattered. In the crumb, she could clearly touch a feeling of guilt, and the source of this feeling was the deeper precipitation in the past.

She thought, she turned out to care about this man.

The brief congestion in the rear hall of the Qingxi Palace is not so much a resurgence of old feelings, it is better to say that she made a determined decision.

On the first night of that year, even though there was a seemingly perfect encounter, it was, of course, a misfortune.

If it is wrong, why obsessed?

After three years of obsession, she knew that there would be no more than three years to spend.

Feng Luoxin's heart, her heart, once lingered for the man.

Although it is beautiful, it is only the heart that was willing to dormant at that time.

So, when her heart, once again, wanted to give him another splendid beauty for him, to give him his heirs and her heirs.

The sachet that seemed to symbolize the great grace easily destroyed everything.

Perhaps, it should not be said that in this palace, she has never had anything, even if it is his pity, it is just a superficial response. After all, her identity is the Princess Xiangxiang of Sunda Kingdom.

The Sun Kingdom is a country that Ye Kingdom has always made good.

Of course, when she tried to persuade him, she was able to send troops to take part in the battle between Sun Guo and Zhu Guo.

His choice is to use his usual gentleness and no trace of cold rejection.

It turned out that, always, it has changed, it has changed.

Between him and her, it can no longer be pure.

From him holding Yu Yan on the car.

From her into the arms of Sundi.

It's a trace that can't be erased into his and her heart.

Even if I am willing to forget, can I really think so in the eyes of the other party?

Things in the world are so fooling.

And she, after three months of losing the child, she still suddenly felt painful as soon as she remembered it without warning.

How painful it was until suffocation.

She breathed desperately, breathing, and then the tears spewed, unable to restrain.

Her child hadn't had a good heartbeat yet, and it was gone.

She gave him hope for birth, but destroyed him with another hand.

She clearly felt that the sachet was a little wrong after pregnancy.

Of course, he gave it.

Therefore, she has been wearing.

Except that night, when she met that person again, she always wore it every day.

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