Story of Yanxi Palace

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After the marriage was over, Fu Heng and Er Qing entered the palace face. On the day of the snow, the two were covered with thick fox fur, but they could not completely block the cold outside. The wind blew and the bones were cold and dry. Outside the Qing Palace, I suddenly saw a thin figure, kneeling on the thick snow.

　　 "The slave is guilty of death!" The man got up and took three steps, then knelt down, "The slave guilty of death!"

　　 knocked his head in three steps, forehead hit a depression on the snow, a series of long depressions behind her, gradually filled by wind and snow.

　　 "Yingluo..." Fu Heng's eyes widened in shock, "Well, what's going on?"

　　Li Yu replied: "The emperor said, let Wei Yingluo go from the Qianqing Palace to the Sixth Palace of the East and West. After three steps and one stroke, after twelve hours, she will forgive her mistakes and allow her to go back to the Changchun Palace to serve."

　　Fu Heng looked at Wei Yingluo, his expression was uncertain, until he entered the Yangxin Hall to face the Saint.

　　Coincidentally, Hongli's look was also cloudy, and the two joined together. The indoor temperature was no different from the outside. The same cold wind bitterly shook others.

"Okay." Hongli Jinjin didn't seem to have much interest in chatting with people. After a few words, they sent the couple to the queen. "Go to the queen and tell her to see her new brother-in-law. ."

"……Yes."

　　After the two couples stepped back, Hongli picked up a book and turned it over to watch. A cold wind rushed through the window. He hit his right fist against his lips and coughed a few times.

　　 Li Yu hurriedly closed the window. Behind him, Hong Li's voice sounded: "She is still kowtowing?"

　　Closed the window with a meal, looking at the snow that is getting bigger and bigger outside, and the figure getting smaller and smaller in the snow, Li Yu replied: "Yes."

　　Hongli: "How many hours have you knocked?"

"It has been three hours." Li Yu said, while carefully looking at his look. When he saw that his face became more gloomy, he realized his feelings. "Emperor, Wei Yingluo is a woman after all, this is the snowy day, that's it Three steps and one knock, after twelve hours, I'm afraid I'm going to freeze!"

　　 "I gave her a choice." Hong Li suddenly snapped it to the table, "It's her own ignorance!"

　　 Fu Heng Yileng: "Emperor......"

　　Hongli looked out the window, remembering the two options she had given her earlier.

　　 "First, admit to Fu Heng personally that you have never liked him, everything is because you are greedy for vanity, you deceived him!"

　　 "Second, starting from the Qianqing Palace, tapping in three steps, confessing wrongly, until twelve hours have passed."

　　 "Two choices, as long as you complete the same, I will allow you to return to the Changchun Palace!"

　　How did she answer?

　　 couldn't be more obvious.

　　 Only listened to the sound of snow blowing from the outside, accompanied by a sound that seemed to be far and near: "The servant sin should die!"

　　 Snow is getting bigger and bigger, like white ink, splashed from left to right, filled with Wei Yingluo's hair, eyelashes, shoulders, splashing her into a snowman. She stumbled through the snow, her body cold and her heart colder.

　　 A black oiled paper umbrella suddenly fell from the side, covering her head.

　　Wei Yingluo turned his head slowly and saw Yuan Chunwang holding an umbrella, white snow fell on the umbrella piece by piece, and the umbrella face was covered with white little by little. He looked inexplicably: "Are you sad?"

　　 "Sad." Wei Yingluo coughed twice, and then smiled with tears, "But I won't be sad anymore. From now on, between me and him, I will be determined and meet each other!"

　　 "That's good." Yuan Chunwang smiled, "Go, the rest of the way, I will walk with you."

　　 This road was chosen by Wei Yingluo herself. She could only walk by herself, even if she walked on her knees.

　　Yuan Chunwang couldn’t carry it, he couldn’t help it. All he could do was to hold the oil-paper umbrella and be quietly beside her, silently following the road with her.

　　 Along the way, the oil paper umbrella leaned over her head.

　　The wind and snow gradually increased, and Yuan Chunwang's body was exposed outside of the umbrella. He was soon wet by the snow beads, but he didn't care, and he didn't know how long, Yuan Chunwang suddenly said: "Here he is."

The Yangxin Temple is not far away, Wei Yingluo trembles with purple lips, and climbs hard from the ground: "Go, don't let anyone see, cough, you helped me, otherwise, cough... you will be in trouble ."

　　 Yuan Chunwang sighed and retreated towards her like a shadow, disappearing behind the wall.

　　Wei Yingluo pushed the body forward, her knees were unconscious, and she walked very hard every step. It seemed that the blood flowing in the body was not blood but cold snow slag.

"Queen empress..." With a few silent thoughts in her heart, she finally stumbled to the door of Yangxin Hall with a force and perseverance. A purple hand stretched out, not waiting to touch When he reached the door, his eyes were dark. Before fainting, he vaguely saw a tall figure hurried towards her.

who is it?

　　Wei Yingluo tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids could not be opened like a lead.

　　 can only feel a pair of hands, hard, man's hand, hug her tightly.

　　At the same time, inside the Changchun Palace.

　　 stretched out a hand with Huating and took a snowflake in the palm.

　　The same snow brought Wei Yingluo coldness and despair, but it brought Er Qing... but it was a pleasant look.

　　 "Er Qing." Ming Yu's voice rang from behind her, "Are you happy?"

　　 Erqing didn't reply, "Why do you ask?"

　　 "You and I went to the palace together to serve the Queen Mother, eat in one place, sleep in one place, and the errands arranged by the lady were often done by us two together." Mingyu swallowed.

　　 "Ming Yu." Er Qing laughed and turned around, her head full of pearls gleaming in the sun, "What the **** do you want to say?"

　　 "I just think, feel..." Mingyu looked at her with a complicated look, "I haven't seen you for a few days, you are like a person, you can't find what you used to be..."

　　 Former Er Qing, being cautious, would not say half a pass, and wouldn't do half a pass, but it was said to be in the world.

　　 Such an error-free maid is naturally easy to please the master.

　　 Therefore, even the master of several other palaces, Yi Erqing, was full of praise, saying that she was the most powerful person around the queen.

　　 Get used to that kind of Er Qing, it is difficult to get used to the Qing in front of him.

　　 wears clothes with extremely complicated patterns, wears valuable jewelry at a glance, and unbridled unbridled happiness between his eyes.

　　 seems to deliberately show his success to others.

"My identity has changed, and it is naturally different from before." Er Qing smiled, holding Mingyu's hand, "but no matter what, you and my former relationship, I will not forget. I will not be in the future Beside the maiden, you will replace me and serve the maiden well."

　　Mingyu stopped talking for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Ir Qing, is this really okay?"

　　 The relationship between Wei Yingluo and Fu Heng can conceal outsiders, but not the Changchun Palace himself.

　　Knowing that Fu Heng has a Wei Yingluo in his heart, he still wants to marry in the past, so the act of killing love... is it really good?

　　Erqing smiled slightly and avoided answering this question, but turned the topic elsewhere.

"Just like you said." She said, my grandfather was still a punishment of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, and now the whole family has raised the flag again. It is a real family of officials and eminent families. I married Fu Heng. What's wrong? "

　　You know I didn’t ask you this... Mingyu looked at her with a complicated look.

　　 "Besides..." Er Qing's eyes turned, looking out of Huating. Snow pressed the branches, bent the branches down, and the snow fell on the ground. The broom swept through. The two young ladies were sweeping the snow, and each one had cold teeth and a red nose.

　　 seemed to see the shadow of their past from both of them, and Er Qingleng was a long while before he said: "I have endured for six years in the days of being laid off, and finally tried my best. Are you happy for me?"

　　 "Someone?" Mingyu tilted his head, "The lady is very kind to us."

　　 "No matter how good it is in the Changchun Palace, after all, it is a slave, and it bows and bends its knees." Er Qing laughed, "You, you have to plan for yourself early."

　　Mingyu looked at her eyes more and more strangely, and slowly withdrew her own hand: "No, I won't go anywhere, just guard the Queen Mother!"

"Everyone has their own ambitions, you don't want it, and I don't force it." Er Qing gathered his white fox fur on his shoulders, and turned his eyes outside Huating, the green pine outside the pavilion, and the two snow-sweeping maidens. The scenery in her eyes, "I used to be the most afraid of snow in the palace, and the snow would crush the flowering branches, and the lady would be sad. And I was afraid of hitting the master of which palace, saying that I would kneel and kneel, and the bones were cold. Now, I can finally take care of it Enjoy the snow!"