Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: Sixty-eighth bowl of soup (5)

Sixty-eighth bowl of soup (5)

The first prince is a very sensible child, it is hard to imagine that he is only three years old. Just seeing him, Yin * couldn't help but think of the affectionate words of the emperor and himself, and gave them to others in an instant. If Concubine Yin really favored the six palaces as in the legend, why would other people give birth to princes? .

However, people in the world only believe what they hear, and they don't care what's going on inside.

This child in front of me was obtained by that person when he said that he loved her, and he got it from another woman. He looks so healthy and cute, and he looks so similar to the emperor. Yin * was clearly happy, but he couldn't help feeling obscure.

At this moment, the emperor's voice suddenly came: "What good day is today, the emperor and the concubine have come to play in the imperial garden?"

Yin* lowered his head and did not speak, but he was thinking in the bottom of his heart that the emperor would not come to the Imperial Garden in the morning. Is it intentional or unintentional to come today? Or...he was afraid that she would hurt his and Queen Zhou's children?

This makes sense. After all, unlike the other two children, Queen Zhou's time to conceive the eldest prince is basically the same as her own. The seven-month-old fetus that she could not keep, Queen Zhou gave birth safely. Of course, there is an indication from the emperor, but from the perspective of fate, how can it not be embarrassing.

This is destiny, it will never be controlled, and it doesn't matter how much suffering you have suffered, how much you have suffered, it will come, and you will have to bear it.

The eldest prince may have not seen the emperor for a while, but now he is very happy when he sees it, his little face blushing: "Father, the son is playing with the imperial concubine!"

"Noble concubine?" Hearing this, the emperor looked at Yin* with a half-smile. "You should call her Concubine Mu."

Hearing these two words Yin* felt nauseated, she didn't want to be called mother by a child who was not in her womb. "No need, you can call the eldest prince whatever you want."

The emperor saw that she didn't seem to be in a good mood, so he sat down beside her and held her hand. Yin * tried to struggle for a while, but didn't break free, and it was not good to not give the emperor face in front of the eldest prince. The emperor successfully held her hand, and the corners of his eyes and brows also revealed a hint of joy, but he hid it well, and Yin's attention was not on him, so he didn't see it.

The eldest prince looked left and right, and felt that it was more important for the imperial concubine to speak, so he ran to Yin * and asked her curiously, "Where did the imperial concubine come from? Why did I see you for the first time?"

The emperor was a little stiff when he heard this question, but Yin * didn't care, he didn't even look at him, he lowered his head and told the eldest prince: "Because your father is very bad, he doesn't like you to play with me, and I'm afraid you will play with me. I won't play with him after I play."

When the first prince heard this, he showed a clear expression, "Father is ashamed."

Seriously, Yin*'s answer was unexpected by the emperor. He didn't expect Yin * to be so gentle with the eldest prince, but then he thought about it, if he hadn't pushed her to the extreme, she would have been a gentle and kind person. Then he stretched out his hand and rubbed the eldest prince's head and said, "It's the father, isn't it? If you want to play with the imperial concubine in the future, just play with the imperial concubine."

Compared to the happy little guy, Yin * was in a bad mood. She frowned slightly, wondering if there was something wrong with the emperor, so he wouldn't be afraid that she would strangle him and Queen Zhou's son to death?

But facing such a small boy, Yin * refused to say it, and smiled at the eldest prince. When there was no one around, she and the emperor were left, and she raised her eyes and asked: " What does the sage mean, if the empress finds out, the officials and concubines will not be able to afford this crime."

The emperor looked at her for a long time and asked her, "Susu, are you jealous?"

Yin* chuckled, shook her head for a while and sighed: "The Holy Highness is really interesting to ask, I hope that the concubine will be magnanimous, and I hope that the concubine will be jealous." She chose the second type before her death, so she exchanged a The fate of all jade and stone is burned, and now, she doesn't want to choose either, she firmly believes that God will bring her the destiny she deserves.

After asking the emperor, he felt that he was quite ridiculous. Asking these is really meaningless. Between him and Yin *, it is not enough to explain in a few words.

It's just that if he didn't take the initiative to talk to Yin*, she wouldn't take the initiative to pay attention to him anyway, so the emperor looked at the pipa placed on the table and asked, "How can I bring the pipa with me to the Imperial Garden? come?"

The eyes are too hot and complicated, but he has obviously seen this pipa many times. From taking her out of the cold palace to the present, the emperor's attitude towards the pipa is really intriguing. Yin * has heard the word "rebirth". Compared with her, who can only live again after suffering and suffering, some people are naturally favored by God and can be reborn again without paying any price. How has God ever been fair?

But injustice itself is the fate imposed on the world.

"I like it so much." Yin * broke away from the emperor's hand and took the pipa into his arms. Her eyes were gentle and tender, and her white fingertips ran across the Qin's body inch by inch. The emperor looked at it, and his whole body was hot as if he was being touched by her. When Yin *'s fingers were slowly twirling around Qin's body, he actually felt that he was being molested.

"So take it with you day and night, wherever you go, whether alive or dead."

The emperor stared into Yin*'s eyes and seemed to want to read something from her eyes, such as affection, love, nostalgia...but in the end he didn't see anything. Maybe Yin * didn't want to be seen by him, maybe, there was no more.

Yin* began to play the lute again. Her fingers gently plucked on the strings, and the snow-white strings made a moving sound, which was both familiar and unfamiliar to the emperor's ears.

During the time, he tried to touch the pipa, but finally controlled himself, because he saw Yin *'s eyes, calm, waiting to accept something.

Maybe he's not unique.

Who can guarantee that God only cares for you?

Even if he is the emperor, he has no such confidence.

The emperor just listened to the whole song silently. This is the song that Yin * played in the cold palace. She studied the pipa since childhood, and she told her joys and sorrows with her skillful hands. The emperor had heard many songs, some of which were impressive, but the one that Yin * was playing at the moment, he didn't know the name.

So he asked, "This song... has a name?"

Yin* said: "I didn't have it at first, but later I did."

"What is this name?"

She stared at him for a while, and said word by word: "white, bone, sound."

The emperor gasped sharply.

"The sage should really want to know why he is called this name." Yin * plucked the strings and looked to the horizon. The sun is just right, the purple and red are blooming, and the green is full, but she is not happy at all. "Because this is the grief and sigh that only the dead can utter, even if the living have a score, they can't play it."

This is a song for the dead.

The emperor's eyes were already very obvious, but Yin * didn't say anything, and she didn't even look at it, because she understood everything, but she didn't want to tell the emperor everything - let it be dark It goes dark, and suddenly it is placed under the sun, and all the darkness has nothing to hide, so it will only be more embarrassing.

When she raised her head, the emperor had already controlled his facial expressions, and Yin * could not see his mental activity at the moment from his appearance, so he said to the emperor: "I am running out of concubines. Retire first."

The emperor stood up and said, "I will go back with you."

Actually, she just doesn't want to go back with him. This kind of thing should be tacit to each other, but even if the emperor can think of her rebirth, he will never know what price she paid for it.

The emperor naturally thought of it. Actually, when he went to the cold palace to receive Yin*, but she did not show joy, he had a vague feeling that something was different.

Because of having a new life, he cherished his life, so he didn't stay overnight in Jucui Palace, but he didn't know why he didn't kill Yin*. Obviously if she kills her, there is no danger to her life, right?

Perhaps he wanted to know what changed the gentle and kind Yin*, allowing her to do such cruel things as killing people and breaking their hearts.

No, maybe he knows.

Love.

With jealousy.

Because of love is jealous, because of not being loved, jealousy gradually turned into hate.

But are you not wrong?

Because I am the emperor and the honor of the ninety-five, so I deceived a weak woman's love and trust, and finally betrayed her, leaving her alone in the desolate and cold palace for thirteen years, is there nothing wrong with me?

Ordinary men have a bad heart and still want to be despised, why can they be spared because they are the emperor.

The emperor had only mountains and rivers in his heart. At that time, the power of the national division was rampant, and the former emperor indulged in sensuality and did not ask about the affairs of the state. It can be said that when he ascended the throne, it was the most dangerous and easy to collapse year for the entire dynasty.

But—in any case, Yin* is innocent, even if he has countless reasons.

She just loved him, trusted him, and ended up like that. Therefore, the emperor could not start to kill her. Of course, there was guilt, but also the influence of unknown feelings.

The emperor couldn't help but wonder, why did she cry when she killed him?

As he cried, he reached into his chest and held out a bright red heart, and he could even see her tormented soul through her eyes. It was he who dyed her black, made her carry a deep hatred and self-loathing, and finally took a road of no return.

The lute, half of it, is his bone.

The other half is from Yin*.