Greetings, Ninth Uncle

The imperial concubine looked at her and smiled, and said, "I heard news of an old friend by chance. As an old friend, my concubine is sad and can't bear to wear bright clothes."

Empress Dowager Yang snorted in her heart and didn't ask any further questions. Who would have known that she had only drank half of her tea when she suddenly received bad news from the eunuch that the eldest son of the emperor had an accident and died on the spot. Empress Dowager Yang's only son, King Rong, the son of a noble concubine, was killed.

Empress Dowager Yang clearly remembered that the spices ordered by the imperial concubine in the Changchūn Palace that day were exactly this flavor.

Empress Dowager Yang was suddenly frightened, her heart contracted tightly, and she was speechless in pain. That's her only son, the one she's truly connected to in the world. If it wasn't for the death of her son, why would Empress Yang summon Li Huan to Beijing and hand over the throne in her hand to others. If it wasn't for the death of her only son, why would the Empress Dowager keep supporting the Yang family all these years? Those resources were originally reserved for her parents and children.

Presumably because her son died, the Queen Mother Yang had no roots to rely on, so she could only desperately subsidize her younger brother, trying to pull her younger brother and nephew for her support.

This is the eternal pain in Empress Dowager Yang's heart. In recent years, no one dared to mention the noble concubine and the king Rong, let alone the prince Huaiming. After a long time, Empress Dowager Yang almost forgot about these things, but the familiar smell brought her back to the pain of losing her child, almost making Empress Dowager Yang so painful that she could not breathe.

It's not that she forgot, she just didn't dare to remind herself.

There were crowds of people, and the line of sight was confused. Empress Dowager Yang suddenly discovered that Cheng Yujin was also wearing a plain white dress today, with only broken flowers embroidered on the cuffs.

In the curling aroma, Cheng Yujin in front of her vaguely overlapped with the imperial concubine of the past. Empress Dowager Yang felt severe pain in her heart. She pointed at Cheng Yujin, her fingers trembling constantly: "You...why do you know this dress?"

With a smile on Cheng Yujin's lips, she said, "Niangniang, what are you talking about, I'll take care of you, so you should wear plain and light clothes, and you can't bear to wear bright clothes."

When Empress Dowager Yang heard the second half of the sentence, her eyes darkened and she almost fainted. Cheng Yujin stood up and looked down at the queen mother who was lying on the bed. She glanced at it and walked out with a wave of her sleeves: "come here, the queen mother is ill. Feed the queen mother some medicine to soothe the nerves and help sleep."

From Empress Dowager Yang's point of view, the back of Cheng Yujin's departure is especially like her nemesis, Concubine Renzong.

There was a familiar smell in his nose, and the plain shadow in front of him swayed back and forth. In a trance, Empress Dowager Yang almost thought that the imperial concubine was alive again. She crawled back from Abi Hell and came to seek revenge for Empress Dowager Yang.

Empress Dowager Yang fell into a convulsion and completely fainted.

Chapter 140 Passing away

The Queen Zhong case has not yet been found out, but during this time, Queen Yang was restricted from moving, and once Yang Fucheng's cronies and disciples were demoted one after another, the day of Yang Fucheng's recovery is still far away.

Not long ago, Mrs. Yang was the first wife of the most beautiful, but in an instant, she was involved in a life lawsuit and became a suspect of poisoning the former queen.

The house leak happens to rain overnight, but at this time, Empress Dowager Yang fell ill. Yang Fucheng's daughter-in-law handed over signs several times to enter the palace to visit the Queen Mother, but was stopped.

In the past few days, Empress Dowager Yang has been dreaming day and night. The dreams are all about the Prince Caring and Mercy who passed away early. Empress Dowager Yang has nightmares from time to time, and often yells into the air, sometimes calling the Concubine Renzong, and sometimes calling the Prince Caring for Mercy. . The back became more and more serious, and even scratched and scratched at the empty place, as if fighting against someone.

The maids serving in the Cining Palace were all panicked and dared not stay alone before Empress Dowager Yang collapsed. The faint scent of the inner hall of the Cining Palace was always floating, and no one cared.

During this period of time, too many things happened, and the palace seemed to be enveloped in a cloud of yīn clouds. Everyone walked quietly, and no one dared to speak loudly. At the end of the month, after a rain, the Dragon Boat Festival came.

In previous years, the Dragon Boat Festival will be held in the palace, focusing on expelling the five poisons and driving away the bad luck. This year, the queen mother was seriously ill, the queen was grounded, and no one in the harem took care of these things. Naturally, there was no big deal on the Dragon Boat Festival. The maids themselves tied a five-color silk thread, cut a piece of colored talisman paper, and passed it hastily.

After Li Chengjing came back from the outside, he found that there were no lights in Ciqing Palace. His heart tightened, and he walked quickly to the main hall, with a hint of strength in his hand, and pushed open the hall door with one palm.

Suddenly, red lanterns were lit up in the hall, and many palace maids knelt on the ground carrying palace lanterns and said in unison, "Congratulations to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Li Chengjing was stunned for a moment, remembering that the Dragon Boat Festival was also his birthday. In the recent eventful autumn, Li Chengjing has to be busy with Yang's family affairs, and also need to check the affairs of Empress Zhong back then, so why is he in the mood to celebrate his birthday. And he has been absent for many years, there is no precedent in the palace, and there are very few people who can connect the Dragon Boat Festival with his birthday.

Cheng Yujin stood at the front, smiling and wishing Li Chengjing a thousand blessings, just as they met for the first time: "Wanfu, Your Highness, happy birthday."

Li Chengjing was really helpless, there was no light in the room, which startled him, but it was just to say happy birthday to him. However, no matter how helpless he was in his heart, Li Chengjing still laughed out, stepped forward and held Cheng Yujin's hand: "It's so good that you don't light the lights, it scared me. Do you still remember?"

"How could I not remember." Cheng Yujin stood up. At this time, the palace lanterns in the main hall were lit one by one, and the two of them walked inside together. "On such an important day as His Highness's birthday, I can't forget anything, Your Highness."

No one can refuse nice words, and so does Li Chengjing. His expression softened unconsciously, the two walked into the inner room, Cheng Yujin pressed him on the chair, and came back with a bowl of longevity noodles in person.