Sixty-eighth bowl of soup (1)

Wait a while.

quickly.

Will come.

Maybe……

Do not.

Not maybe.

it is tomorrow.

that person.

It will come tomorrow.

Just wait a little longer.

It will be fine in a while.

"Manny, what are you looking at? We should go back now, the saint will be anxious later."

The imperial concubine was sober from her lack of consciousness. Hearing the words of the grand palace lady Leng Shuang beside her, she did not move eagerly as before, but looked at Leng Gong not far away. It wasn't until Leng Shuang urged it again that she replied, "Let's go."

When he arrived at the Jucui Palace where the imperial concubine lived, Qiu Haishun, the chief eunuch, was already waiting anxiously outside the hall, and when he saw the imperial concubine, he hurriedly came forward: "The imperial concubine empress is back. The holy concubine has waited for a stick of incense, and the empress comes in quickly."

The imperial concubine walked towards the inner hall under the guidance of Qiu Haishun. She was born with a handsome hibiscus noodle. She was very beautiful, but compared to her beauty, her temperament was more important. The harem is beautiful like a cloud, and she is the only one who is favored by the emperor. This is related to her character and her identity.

The emperor was sitting on the couch reading a book, reading the book he was holding by the noble concubine’s pillow, and when he saw her coming, he greeted her, "Where has Susu gone? Let me wait a bit."

The imperial concubine didn't have a big smile on her face, but when she saw him, her eyes were soft and soft, and it seemed that two lakes of water had turned into her eye waves. The veins were emotional, complicated and difficult to distinguish, and they were secretive.

She whispered: "Let the saint wait so hard, it's not the concubine, the saint forgive sins."

"How can I blame you?" The emperor chuckled and took the noble concubine's hand. In the eyes of others, the noble concubine was really adored by three thousand people, which was enviable. In this entire harem, who doesn't envy her unique grace and dominate the sixth house? "I'm only afraid that you will be alone and lonely, and the queen will come to find your trouble again."

The imperial concubine curled her eyebrows and showed a touched smile: "Thank you for being hungry."

He took her to sit at the table, and the concubine watched quietly the sentimentality and tenderness he showed, but all this is an illusion. When the time comes, all sentimentality will turn into unfeeling, and all tenderness will become cruel. This is what she saw with her own eyes, and she also felt it herself.

She stayed in that cold palace for thirteen years.

Every day, waiting for him to pick her up.

Every day, I believe his vow to love her most.

Every day, convince yourself to be quiet and well-behaved, not to be sad.

every day.

Thirteen years.

But how many years is it turned into silt at the bottom of the Wangchuan River?

When I arrived at the table, I saw the pipa placed on the table by the imperial concubine. The emperor had seen countless rare treasures, but he felt that the color of the pipa was exceptionally clear and beautiful. How could he have seen such a snowy white, he asked, "Where is Susu from? Can you handle this pipa?"

The imperial concubine said lightly: "I cleaned up what I saw in the warehouse this morning. I thought it looked good, so I took it out."

The emperor smiled again and said: "Susu is the best at pipa. I think this pipa is like jade and extraordinary things. Only such a pipa is worthy of Susu's music."

The imperial concubine stretched out her finger and rubbed the pipa lightly, and responded in a low voice. The emperor said it happily, but in fact he most disliked the joy of silk and bamboo. The indulgent emperor Gein was indulged in sensuality, which led to the decline of the government. For the emperor, this was a symbol of the decline of a country.

But he told her that he liked it.

Even likes and hates are fake. He put on a mask of hypocrisy in front of her, and his deep affection and love are all illusions.

Before... Why didn't I see it.

The imperial concubine was a little lost. She pretended not to understand what the emperor wanted her to play a song, and put away the pipa. She usually has a gentle and graceful personality, so the emperor didn't notice anything wrong. She sat in front of the carved sandalwood table for a long while, and said to the emperor: "The concubine is unwell today, or the saint should go elsewhere..."

"What are you talking about." The slender fingertips were extremely warm, accompanied by touching words, but the concubine felt cold from the bottom of her heart. "I only have you in my heart, so how can I go to others?"

is it? The imperial concubine asked from the bottom of her heart, what about your true love?

She looked up into the emperor’s eyes. Such a man, the Ninth Five-Year Lord, and the emperor of the true dragon, was born handsomely and resolutely. He was the most noble person in the world, but he was only gentle and considerate to you. , What outsiders see is always an unattainable image of an emperor. He is very sincere and only wants to impress your heart, leaving the country behind and wanting to laugh at you.

Isn't it romantic? Is it...will fall involuntarily?

So what if all this is lying to you?

The noble concubine's eyes were very strange, even the emperor who had already put on layers of masks could not help but feel a little uncomfortable. Her eyes did not return to the infatuation of the past, but with scrutiny, as if to see his soul from his appearance.

So sharp and sober.

After a while, the noble concubine smiled: "The saint treats his concubines so well, and the concubines are really... flattered."

Yes, so good that I never forget to give her hatred. There are countless beauties in the harem, but he spoils her alone. It seems that he spends the night in her Jucui Palace every night. Actually? Is the soothing soup she drinks every night just soothing soup? After she drank the soothing soup, where did he go?

Such a high-profile pet, without giving her protection, she could no longer be pregnant at a young age, and finally the first child she was pregnant with was actually he signaled... When she was in pain, he hugged her softly Comfort, but not a trace of sincerity.

Would he secretly laugh at her as being naive, ridiculous, ignorant, and believing in the emperor's oath so much? And the person he loved. When they were dying phoenix day and night, who would have thought of her sleeping in Jucui Palace?

But what did she do wrong? However, there was a wrong birth date, and she was selected as the imperial concubine by the national teacher. The emperor feared that the national teacher might be strong, so she was fascinated by her posture. To put it bluntly, she is just a **** that everyone plays.

"Don't be sad, it will be long in the future, we will always have children." The emperor touched her flat belly gently. "I'm still waiting for you to give me a prince."

The imperial concubine smiled: "Isn't there a big prince?"

"How can it be counted, I only want the child Susu gave birth to me."

What a ruthless liar.

The imperial concubine remembered her child, snuggled into the emperor’s arms, and whispered: "Holy Master, the emperor said, when the concubine’s child shed, the facial features have been formed... you know?"

The emperor became stiff, and softened her voice to comfort her, saying, "That child has no chance with us, we will have something, Susu, don't be sad, my heart hurts."

No, you won't feel heartache.

The imperial concubine's eyes were light. When she came back, it was just when she "accidentally miscarried." The emperor was furious and killed many people with the stick. It happened that most of the shots were the secret nails placed in the palace by the national teacher. . Since then, the imperial concubine knew that the emperor's power was almost grasped, and he was about to settle accounts.

No one can escape.

She had the opportunity to change all of this, but she didn't. She didn’t know why she didn’t do it. She was obviously able to save everything at that time-maybe she could really get the emperor’s heart, maybe she could leave the undestined child, maybe... there were countless possibilities, but she was nothing. did not do.

She is alive now, her body, her memory, but she still looks like a walking dead.

Everything is boring.

Her birthday has passed a lot, and it's time to end, and let the obsessive self at the bottom of the Wangchuan River take a closer look at how unsympathetic the emperor really is.

Even if it is held in her hand, it is not hers.

In the evening, the emperor would still feed her soothing soup, spoonful by spoonful, tender and sweet. But the medicine in it was enough to make her lie down overnight without any consciousness. The imperial concubine could have refused, but she didn't. She just stared at the emperor's eyes, held his hand, and drank the poison he had fed over.

The poison fed by the beloved is as sweet as honey.

Her eyes were a little blank, but they were also clear. The emperor was guilty of being seen by these eyes for some reason, and the noble concubine leaned to his ear. She has always been elegant and dignified, and she rarely has such a frivolous and charming appearance. The soft tip of his tongue licked his earlobe lightly, then reached into the emperor's mouth, exchanged a seemingly affectionate kiss with him, and then suddenly smiled. "The saint must always remember his concubines."

"This is natural, how could I forget you?" The emperor squeezed her nose in a petting manner. Outsiders would definitely be envious if they watched it.

"Yes, I won't forget..." One year, two years, three years... ten years, thirteen years.

You will always forget.

But you said that you will come to pick me up.

Why didn't you come in the end?

The concubine closed her eyes: "The concubine is tired and wants to sleep."

"Go to sleep." The emperor's voice was deep and sweet. "I am here to accompany you."

But he still lied.

However, after the imperial concubine was asleep, the emperor got up and went out. Only Qiu Haishun and the two guards were accompanied, bypassing the prosperous palace of the imperial palace, and stopped at a side hall close to Lenggong.

Then he walked in, the candlelight inside was flaring red, and then gradually calmed down, and the gentle and loving voices of men and women were endless, accompanied by the lingering shards of each other.

It's so beautiful, it's heartwarming. In order to protect her beloved, the Ninth-Five Lord specially set up a target for her in the harem. All attacks, slanders and intrigues are directed at the target, and the beloved will settle down in this small world, and wait until he eradicates the minister. He brought her to her side, gave her the supreme glory, let her be loved and won the second place. And that target was killed in the cold palace.

It's... touching.

The history books will only record this ancient story. As for the person who was deceived and betrayed... Forget it, who cares about her?

No one cares.