Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: Sixty-eighth bowl of soup (1)

Sixty-eighth bowl of soup (1)

Wait a little longer.

Soon.

It will come.

Maybe...

No.

Not maybe.

It's tomorrow.

That person.

Tomorrow will come.

Just wait a little longer.

Just a little while.

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"Niangniang, what are you looking at? It's time for us to go back. The Holy One will be in a hurry later."

The imperial concubine woke up from her absence. When she heard the words of Leng Shuang, the maid next to her, she did not move as eagerly as before, but looked at the Leng Palace not far away. It wasn't until Leng Shuang urged her again that she responded, "Let's go."

Arriving at the Juicui Palace where the imperial concubine lived, Qiu Haishun, the chief eunuch, was already waiting anxiously outside the palace, and when he saw the imperial concubine, he hurried forward: "The noble concubine is back, the saint has been waiting for a stick of incense, and the lady is coming in quickly. "

The imperial concubine walked to the inner hall under the guidance of Qiu Haishun. She was born with a handsome hibiscus face. She was naturally beautiful, but compared to her beauty, temperament was more important. Harem beauties are like clouds, but she is the only one who is favored by the emperor, which is related to her character and her identity.

The emperor was sitting on the couch and reading a book that was held by the imperial concubine's pillow. When he saw her coming, he greeted her, "Where has Susu gone? You can make me wait for a while."

There was no smile on the imperial concubine's face, but when she saw him, her eyes turned slyly, as if two lakes of water had turned into her eyes.

She said softly: "It is the concubine's fault to let the Holy One wait, and the Holy One forgives you."

"How can I blame you?" The emperor chuckled lightly and held the imperial concubine's hand. In the eyes of others, the imperial concubine was really doted on by three thousand people, which was enviable. Who in this whole harem does not envy her for being favored by her alone, and the six palaces? "I'm only afraid that you are alone and lonely, and the queen will come to trouble you again."

The imperial concubine raised her eyebrows and showed a moving smile: "Thank you for your care."

He pulled her to the table and sat down at the table. The imperial concubine quietly watched his romantic and tender expression, but it was all an illusion. When the time came, all sentimentality would turn into unfeeling, and all tenderness would change. It was cruel, she saw it with her own eyes, and she felt it with her own eyes.

She stayed in that cold palace for thirteen years.

Every day, waiting for him to pick her up.

Every day, I believe his oath that he loves her the most.

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

Every day.

A full thirteen years.

How many years did it take to turn into silt at the bottom of the Wangchuan River?

When I got to the table, I saw the pipa placed on the table by the concubine. The emperor had seen countless rare treasures, but he felt that the color of this pipa was exceptionally clear and beautiful. Where did Su get this pipa?"

The imperial concubine said lightly, "I stumbled across the storeroom this morning, and I thought it looked good, so I took it out."

The emperor smiled and said: "Susu is the best at pipa. I see this pipa as jade, and it is not extraordinary. Only such a pipa is worthy of Susu's music."

The imperial concubine stretched out her fingers and gently rubbed the pipa, and gave a low reply. The emperor said it happily, but in fact he hated the joy of silk and bamboo the most, because the late emperor was addicted to the sound and sensuality, which led to the decline of the government. For the emperor, it was a symbol of the decline of a country.

But he told her he liked it.

Even likes and dislikes are fake. He put on multiple false masks in front of her, and his affectionate love was an illusion.

Before...how could I not see it.

The imperial concubine was a little lost. She pretended not to understand what the emperor wanted her to play, and put away the pipa. Her usual character is gentle and graceful, so the emperor didn't notice anything wrong. She sat in front of the carved sandalwood table, and after a while, she said to the emperor: "My concubine is not feeling well today, why don't you go elsewhere..."

"What do you say?" The slender fingertips were extremely warm, accompanied by moving words, but the imperial concubine felt cold from the bottom of her heart. "I only have you in my heart, how can I go to others?"

Is it? The imperial concubine asked in her heart, what about your true love?

She looked up and looked into the eyes of the emperor, such a man, the honorable man of ninety-five, the real dragon and the emperor, who was born handsome and unpretentious, and who was also savage and decisive, he was the most honorable person in the world, but he only treated you Eachother is gentle and considerate, and what outsiders see is always an unattainable image of an emperor. He is so sincere that he just wants to impress your heart and leave Jiangshan behind to make you smile.

Is it romantic? Is it...will it fall involuntarily?

So what if this is all a lie to you?

The eyes of the imperial concubine are very strange, and even the emperor, who has already put on a layered mask, can't help but feel a little uncomfortable. Her eyes were no longer the infatuation and lingering of the past, but with a scrutiny, as if to look into his soul from his appearance.

So sharp and sober.

After a while, the imperial concubine smiled: "It's really good for the sage to treat his concubines, and his concubines are really... flattered."

It's good, so good that I don't forget to give her hatred at any time. There are countless beauties in the harem, but he favors her alone. It seems that he comes to her Juicui Palace every night to spend the night, but in fact? Is the soothing soup she drinks every night really just soothing soup? Where did he go after she drank the soothing soup?

Such a high-profile pet, but without giving her protection, she can no longer be pregnant at a young age, and the first child she finally conceived was actually his signal... When she was in pain, he held her She comforted her softly, but without a trace of sincerity.

Would he secretly laugh at her for being naive and ignorant, to believe the emperor's oath so much? And the person he loves, who ever thought of her comatose in the Juicui Palace when they were fighting day and night?

But what did she do wrong? However, there was a wrong birth date, and she was selected by the national teacher as the palace concubine. To put it bluntly, she is just a **** that everyone plays with.

"Don't be sad, it's a long time to come, we will always have children." The emperor seemed to caress her flat belly gently. "I'm still waiting for you to give me a prince."

The imperial concubine smiled lowly: "Isn't there already a first prince?"

"How can it be counted, I only want to give birth to the children of the elements."

What a ruthless liar.

The imperial concubine thought of her child, snuggled into the emperor's arms, and said softly: "Sacred Master, the imperial physician said that when the concubine's child was shed, the facial features were already formed... Did you know?"

The emperor froze, soothed his voice to comfort her and said: "The child is not with us, we will still have it, Susu, don't be sad, my heart hurts."

No, you won't have heartache.

The imperial concubine's eyes were light. When she came back, she had just "accidentally miscarried." of dark nails. From then on, the imperial concubine knew that the emperor's power was almost grasped, and he was about to start reckoning.

No one can escape.

She would have had the opportunity to change all that, but she didn't. She didn't know why she didn't do it. It was obvious that she could save everything at that time - maybe she could really win the emperor's heart, maybe she could leave the unfortunate child, maybe... There were countless possibilities, but she didn't know anything. did not do.

She's alive now, her body, her memories, but she's still like a walking dead.

Everything is boring.

She has lived a long life, and it should come to an end. She should also let the one who is obsessed at the bottom of the Wangchuan River take a closer look at how heartless the emperor is.

Even if it's in her hands, it's not hers.

In the evening, the emperor fed her soothing soup as usual, spoon by spoon, tender and sweet. But the medicine inside was enough to make her lie down overnight without any consciousness. The imperial concubine could have refused, but she didn't. She just stared into the eyes of the emperor, took his hand, and drank what he fed him one by one.

The cuddles fed by the beloved are also as sweet as honey.

Her eyes were a little dazed, but she was clear. The emperor did not know why he felt guilty by these eyes, and when the concubine came close to his ear, she was always elegant and dignified, and rarely looked so frivolous and charming. The soft tip of the tongue licked lightly on his earlobe, then reached into the emperor's mouth, exchanged a seemingly affectionate kiss with him, and then suddenly laughed. "The Holy One must always remember his concubines."

"It's natural, how could I forget you?" The emperor pinched her nose dotingly, and if outsiders saw it, they would definitely be envious.

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

You will always forget.

But you said you would come to pick me up.

Why didn't you come in the end?

The imperial concubine closed her eyes: "I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."

"Sleep." The emperor's voice was low and sweet. "I'm here to accompany you."

But he still lied.

It was only half a column of incense. After the concubine fell asleep, the emperor got up and went out, lightly dressed and simple, only Qiu Haishun and two guards accompanied him, bypassing the bustling palace of the palace, and stopped at a side hall close to the cold palace. .

Then he walked in, the candle inside shook red, and then gradually calmed down, and the voices of men and women's warm and loving love were endless, accompanied by the lingering lingering of each other.

How beautiful and heartwarming. In order to protect the beloved, the 95th Zun specially set up a target for her in the harem. All attacks, slander, intrigue, and intrigue are directed at the target. He brought her to his side, gave her supreme honor, made her doted on and ascended to the post. And that target died in the cold palace.

It's...awesome.

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

No one cares.