Disgraced Consort

Grandpa Li was standing outside the door of the hall, seeing the emperor's body moving slightly, stepping out of the hall, and hurriedly followed up. This time, he found that the window on the side of the main hall kept going out. With white smoke.

"See the emperor." Mi Tian, ​​who was at night, saw the emperor hurried away, and bowed to please.

"Mi Tian, ​​why don't you wait in the temple?" Grandpa Li asked the master's thoughts.

"When the emperor concubine was placed, she did not allow the slave-servant to wait near."

When Xuanyuan walked to the front of the hall, the dangling heart relaxed early, except for some faint smell of smoke, there was no fire light.

And he did not call the forbidden army, but he also had care. Now, near the middle of the night, in the event of Yan's placement, it is really inappropriate for the forbidden army to enter.

That night, he still remembered that she only shrunk under the snow-colored veil in her tunic. Fortunately, the snow-colored veil covered it, otherwise, he was inevitable and did not care.

At this point, his eyebrows grew tighter.

It's now, Xuanyuanyu, what use do you care about this?

"Mi Tian, ​​where did this smoke come from?" Li Gonggong asked again.

"The slave maid doesn't know, or the slave maid asks her mother to see if she is—" Mi Tian's words were very stagnant. It wasn't Li Gonggong who asked. She didn't find any windows on both sides except smelling a little carbon. White smoke coming out.

At this moment, there was a loud bang in the hall, and Xuanyuan couldn't hold back anymore and pushed open the door of the hall. I saw that Xi Yan was sitting on the blanket in front of the couch. In a pot of silver carbon in front of the couch, the white smoke was emitted from the silver carbon pot.

She looked at him with a certain embarrassment, and moved her body backwards, her bare toes, and a white skirt slightly exposed. In her hand, she was holding a handful of ordinary days that the palace concubine used to cover her face. Dude.

However, the sound of 哐 当 was just a fan, knocking over the incense burner placed on the carbon basin.

During confinement, the place where she could move was just a small corner of the couch.

This little corner alone is enough tonight.

"Emperor Concubine, what are you doing?"

Grandpa Li looked at the white smoke in the hall, and the emperor's concubine squatted in the white smoke. If it weren't for her hair, her face was embarrassed, and she looked like a fairy.

‘Lost memory’, she will no longer restrain herself with those rude manners, for example, she no longer calls herself ‘Honong’.

"I, I--" She whispered her fan, got up, and whispered, "It's too cold here, even the charcoal fire is not burning, and the night is deep again. I don't want to trouble others, so I learned how I used to be in the house. It looks like the fire is burning, adding some fabric into the basin, it should be able to make the carbon fire burn a little more. "

Silver carbon is something unique in the palace. The difference between silver carbon and ordinary carbon fire is that it does not have too much white smoke and looks like it is not burning. If she thinks the temple is not warm, it is because the silver carbon looks as if it is not burning.

The fabric is flammable, plus the fan, no matter how good the silver carbon can fan out the white smoke. And what she wants is these white smoke.

If he pays attention to her, he will find it the first time.

She said that, with the look on her face, it should be completely different from the reserved and steady Xi Yan in the past.

What she wants is the difference after 'Amnesia'. Only with this difference can she be prevented from getting into a cold stalemate.

After all, before Xi Yan, mourning begged him, in exchange for his unsympathetic words. This has always been an obstacle in his heart.

However, there are some things that can be unclear and unclear for losing memory.

But, in my heart, I can figure out what I want to know, and I just understand it.

A person can only live a lifetime, she does not believe, and there are promises for the next life.

The covenant of the Longevity Palace is like this, but it is a perfect imagination for future generations.

In this life, once something is missed, it is really missed.

She, no!

For the entire five days since the eighth night of the eighth day, even though she had a wound on her forehead, a cheek, and had just delivered prematurely, she never recovered. However, except for Zhang Zhong's daily pulse replenishment, he seemed to forget She is average.

Even though the queen mother came to see her only once, but for the queen mother and him, after all, she meant two things.

Although, Haier will accompany her at a fixed time every day, but the more she is, the more she cannot do it.

Well, she doesn't matter. Now, she is not Nalan Xiyan who has memory. No matter what, it doesn't matter.

If this is a play he performed, she would like to restore it to the truth.

So, there was this scene tonight, as she expected, he came, but just came.

He was still so indifferent, watching her ridiculous behavior, so indifferent, as if he had nothing to do with him

"You," she frowned, and asked softly, "Listen to them, you are my husband, the emperor of the time, are you?"

The words ‘fujun’ said that she had wanted to discern something in his deep eyes, but there was nothing like a pool of calm and a trace of calmness.

She squatted on the blanket in front of the couch. Even if it was not cold, she would pick her up and return to the couch before pressing on him.

Now, as he asked the sentence, he approached her a few steps, until she reached the place where she could reach with her hand, but these distances would not shrink.

He glanced coldly at the incense burner that was overturned on the ground and placed on the carbon basin. Inside, some Su Hexiang's incense ash was scattered and looked along the incense ash. Shell-like luster.

Shells, remembering the seashore of Xuanlong Valley, the shells he had given her, now and in the future, will only become a kind of hanging.

"Fu Niangniang went back to rest. In addition, replaced the silver carbon with six pots of ordinary carbon fire." He didn't answer what she asked, but just ordered to finish the sentence and turned away.

Ordinary carbon fire will have the white smoke that Xi Yan wants, plus the number of six pots, a lot of white smoke will also be very warm.

However, everyone knows that such white smoke hurts.

"Emperor, isn't that right? Is the maiden's body able to withstand this ordinary carbon fire now?" Grandpa Li was not afraid to die.

In case, what happened to the emperor's imperial concubine, this emperor would not blame himself for this command, the first blame must be that he did not do well.

Even though, the relationship between the emperor and the imperial concubine seems very delicate now, but one thing, Grandpa Li is certain, that is, in the emperor's heart, the emperor's concubine is remembered. Say this.

Before Xuanyuan began to speak, Xi Yan was behind him and whispered:

"I know I'm wrong, but silver carbon is really not warm, you--" She hesitated, lowered her head, and then raised her face with courage, said, "Can I go to your temple to install?" You are the emperor, your palace should be the warmest. "

Xuan Yuanyu's heart was shocked by her words. Sure enough, the person with amnesia was not afraid to speak.

With the words spoken by Xi Yan, Grandpa Li Gong's mouth was too late to close. The words of the Empress Dowager were really bold enough.

"I promise, I won't disturb you. I can place it in the shop."

She reached out and tried to reach his hand, but was swept by the sleeve of his robe and said with a sneer on her lips:

"The emperor concubine lost her amnesia and even forgot the rules? This, but what should you say as a concubine?"

This sentence is really irritating. Almost, her face will be moved. If she moves, she should let him see immediately. She is pretending.

However, she must not reveal her limit before him.

"The Emperor forgives sins."

She stood up in disappointment and wanted to return to the couch by herself.

At this stop, when Mi Tian was too late to exclaim, her skirt was just caught by the Martian child born in the carbon basin.

The cotton tunic was soon swallowed by Mars. She was so frightened that she wanted to shoot the fire. When the nose smelled of ambergris, he used his robe sleeve to quickly shoot the martian child caught .

She glanced back slightly, and the terrified eyes faced him, still his indifferent eyes.

Isn't he tired after acting like this?

She obviously cares about her, but she wants to be like this?

Is it okay to alienate her and make her die, and finally, to send her out of the palace?

Is it really good for her if she has to live like this for the rest of her life?

In fact, from the day she was willing to return to the palace with him, she gave up her freedom.

Freedom is precious, but there is nothing in this world that is worth leaving alone.

As always, staying by his side is the most precious thing for her.

The deception of Xuanlong Cave originally made her feel unacceptable cruelty.

However, he didn't make any explanation or retention, and chose an even more cruel rejection, which eventually caused her doubts.

Because there are too many contradictions.

When she knew in her heart that the child was his, in fact, why shouldn't she be happy?

After all, she was not really chaste, even if he once said unsympathetic words to her, but when she still wanted him an explanation, she knew that she believed him.

Or, it should be said that she has never dared to love, but once the moment of falling in love, she will not allow herself to regret it.

Even now, even if he is indifferent, she will not give up.

Among them, she could feel that it was not as simple as he said.

Faintly, there was something wrong with the situation in the Sun Dragon Cave, but, for a while, I couldn't touch it. After all, it was wrong there.

Now, she met his indifferent eyes, and saw that his black sleeves were burnt to the slightest trace of even her wrists.

"Emperor, your hand, are you okay?" She continued whispering.

He didn't answer her words, and glanced at her coldly:

"Little Lizi, move the lady's money to the side hall."

"promise."

In this temple, she was already scorched by the smoke, and the Martian seeds that were just above it were spilled. In case the dead ash that had been splashed burned the fabric, he would not be able to concentrate after all.

So, he had to make concessions.

However, it was a little concession.

Gongong Li passed on his shoulders, and Mi Tian took a thick cloak for her and wrapped it up for her.

When doing all this, Xuanyuan Yu left the hall early.

This shoulder can be lifted straight into the hall, so that she does not have to move any steps.

When the shoulders lifted her to the side hall, she suddenly found that there was no one there.

Three silver-carbon basins were built in the hall, one of which was next to the couch.

On the couch, there were two beds of Jin mattress.

Only these, but those who do not see him.

She was supported by Mi Tian and sat down next to the couch. Mi Tian said:

"The emperor is so kind to the mother-in-law. Give it to the mother-in-law, and she still rests in the study."

really good.

Yeah, when she felt a little hope, it was just the alienation that followed.

Do you want to stick to it?

Stroking her legs with her hands, she took a deep breath and raised her eyes to Mi Tian, ​​saying:

"Go on."

"Madam, slave-servant waits for you to change your dirty shirt."

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