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

Sixty-eighth bowl of soup (four)

Not only did Yin* not go to see the Empress Zhou after returning to Jucui Palace, even on the second day, when all the concubines had to go to greet the Empress, she still had no intention of leaving. Leng Shuang hesitated for a long time beside her, and then cautiously asked, "Isn't the maiden going to Fengyi Palace?"

Unsurprisingly, she received no response from Yin*. In fact, Yin * hasn't said a word to her until now. The person she loves deceives her, and the person she trusts betrays her. Yin * feels that she has failed quite a bit, and the failure left her speechless.

She doesn't hold a grudge against Lengshuang, she just doesn't want to pay attention to it, because when she sees Lengshuang, she will think of her stupid and sighing self.

What everyone did not expect was that the imperial concubine did not go to Fengyi Palace, but the Empress did come to Jucui Palace in person!

Empress Zhou is a peerless beauty. From the moment she entered the palace, all the women in the harem were afraid of her. Even Yin * was not as beautiful as Queen Zhou. If it weren't for the emperor's tact to hide his lover and send a secret guard to protect him secretly, he usually pretends to ignore it, fearing that the Queen of Zhou would have died early.

But after so many years of pampering, Empress Zhou is no longer a simple and weak Baolin, but the only empress in the world who can stand side by side with the Ninety-Five.

As for Concubine Yin, Empress Zhou was full of contradictions.

To be honest, Concubine Yin has never done a single bad thing. She doesn't calculate or take advantage of others. She just stays in the Juicui Palace quietly, and she treats people and things very gently. It can be said that she has basically no shortcomings. But Queen Zhou didn't like her - who would like a woman who covets her husband? What's more, in order to confuse the national teacher and the party, the sage's tenderness towards Concubine Yin is real.

She has always had a good relationship with the sage, but for some reason the sage suddenly began to alienate herself a few months ago. But she really didn't understand what was going on. It wasn't until Yin * left the cold palace and returned to the position of noble concubine that Queen Zhou knew what the emotion in her heart was called - jealousy.

The Sage was occasionally absent-minded when he was with her, and his expression was always a little odd every time she asked. Women are much sharper than men. Even if the sage doesn't say it, she can see that the sage really doesn't like Concubine Yin?

Not really.

In those days, it was true to be with you day and night. Sometimes it was too deep in the play, and even if you walked out, you couldn't forget the memory at that time.

Not to mention that Yin* is both talented and considerate, he is completely different from himself, just like peony and orchid, each has its own beauty, who can overwhelm the other?

"Long time no see, my sister looks the same as before."

Because Yin* was different from other concubines, Queen Zhou still called her sister as before.

This sister made Yin * look up at her. With the passage of time, Queen Zhou became even more beautiful. She lost the petty childishness of her youth, and now she has the extravagance of a mother in the world. Especially the nine-tailed phoenix hairpin on her temples, it was something that Yin * would never be able to match in his entire life.

She looked at Empress Zhou for a while, then twitched her lips and smiled, "The Empress has won the prize."

"You back down."

Yin* watched Empress Zhou dismiss all the palace servants, and then sat down on the chair in front of him. His eyes were no longer the cautious and timid he did when he was Zhou Baolin, but he was confident and full of hope. "Bengong didn't come here today to trouble you, just to give you a way out."

Yin* snorted lazily.

Empress Zhou probably saw that she didn't want to continue asking, so she told her bluntly: "I don't want you to stay in the palace, and I don't want you to appear in front of the saint. Can you understand this?"

Yin* supported his chin with one hand, "There are so many concubines in the harem who are shaking in front of the saint every day, why do you have to leave me?"

Queen Zhou's expression changed, but she still said: "You don't need to worry about this, you just need to know that there are only two paths in front of you, one is to leave, and the other is to die."

She is very confident: "If you can let the Holy Admiral put you into the cold palace once, you can naturally have a second time."

Actually, Yin* had figured out some problems a long time ago. She really didn't care about what Queen Zhou said. die? It was as if she had never died. For an evil spirit who crawled out of the Forgotten River, how could death scare her. Compared with living like this, death is the liberation.

Seeing that Yin* did not respond, Queen Zhou frowned slightly, "Did you hear what Ben Gong said?"

Yin* looked up at her and said indifferently, "You should go, the sage will be back soon. When you hear these words, be careful about your image in his heart."

Empress Zhou was stunned. This was what she was worried about. Recently, the Sage became more and more indifferent to her, but she didn't know why. She was really worried. In any case, she couldn't let the Sage know that she had come to find Yin*.

She came and went hurriedly, as if joking, but Yin*'s eyes changed after she left, and it seemed that something happened between Empress Zhou and the emperor - maybe that's why the emperor The reason for taking yourself out of the cold palace? Yin * never doubted her memory. She had indeed been in the cold palace for thirteen years before her death, and until the end the emperor had no intention of releasing her, so there must have been some changes in this life. .

Since everything about her is following the normal trajectory, then the variables must appear in these two people. Judging from the appearance of Queen Zhou, it is difficult for the mud bodhisattva to cross the river. If there are variables, it is bound to be the emperor.

Pipa moved beside her, seemingly supporting her thoughts. Yin * touched the strings of the violin, just as the emperor came in just now, seeing her sitting by the window again, holding the pipa in her arms, she felt a little hot when she saw the pipa, and her voice trembled: "Why? Sit here."

Yin* glanced at him and said, "I'm used to it."

She didn't say anything about getting used to it, but the emperor just knew it.

She is waiting for him in the cold palace, and sits by the window in the corridor every day, because from there she can see the farthest, and if he comes, she will see it as soon as possible.

But what Yin * said is habitual, it really just means accustomed. She has waited for the emperor for too long, and even if she has no memory, in so many worlds, she is habitually sitting by the window.

Seems to be looking for something, but has lost it.

The emperor looked complicated. After a long while, he said softly: "The flowers in the imperial garden are blooming. If you are bored, you can go and enjoy the flowers. I... These days are busy with government and government, I am afraid I have no time to accompany you."

From this day on, the emperor came to Jucui Palace every day, but he never stayed overnight. Occasionally Yin * heard Leng Shuang say that the emperor did not go to Fengyi Palace, but was in his own bedroom. She was too lazy to think about what this person was thinking, she just had to let it go. Thinking of the imperial garden that the emperor said, Yin * who has seen wildly growing weeds for many years is moved.

She took a series of palace servants and went to the Imperial Garden in a mighty manner. There were not many people today. After all, the emperor never came here at noon.

Because the weather was fine, the air was fresh, and the blue sky, white clouds and flowers were alluring, Yin * unknowingly became sleepy, and after squinting for a while, he heard what seemed to be a childish voice.

She opened one eye, and in front of her was a small, round, white and tender face. She was looking at her curiously at the moment: "Who are you? Are you a fairy?"

Yin* thought it was funny, so he laughed. Her beauty is different from everyone else's, so the little guy's eyes widened and he sighed again: "Fairy!"

"I'm not a fairy." Yin * doesn't like children very much, but he doesn't hate them much. The little guy in front of him looks very cute, and he and the emperor are printed from the same mold, just like a little boy Emperor, just much cuter.

She reached out and touched the child's little face, which was thin, smooth, and tender. Yin * couldn't hold back and pinched it. The child raised her face and widened her eyes before she told him. "I am Yin Guifei, not a fairy."

The little guy looks like he's three or four years old, and a child who looks exactly like the emperor at such an old age in the palace, who else is there other than the eldest prince from Queen Zhou? It's just that this little guy doesn't look like Queen Zhou - fortunately they don't, otherwise Yin * would not want to get close.

"What is a concubine?"

The innocent face is full of I don't understand, tell me quickly, Yin * thought about it and said, "I don't know this either. Go back and ask your father, he will tell you."

The eldest prince became discouraged after hearing this: "Father, the emperor has been very busy these days, I, I can't see him."

"Then go ask your mother."

The eldest prince is even more sad: "The mother has to take care of the younger brothers and sisters..." He is an older child and cannot be ignorant.

Seeing how distressed Xiao Douding was, Yin* shook her head. She didn't like to coax children, but the eldest prince was so cute and likable, and she was very bored, so she said to him, "My surname is Yin, My name is Concubine Yin."

Leng Shuang next to me almost vomited blood, how can I say that...

The eldest prince suddenly realized: "So it is! Then can I call you a noble concubine?"

Yin *shrugged his shoulders: "Yes."

One big and one small met each other and hated it late, so they even started playing together. The eldest prince carried Jiu Lianhuan with him. Others couldn't play when they were young, but Yin * was a good player. The child didn't understand anything, so he couldn't worship him immediately. Now, staring at Yin * with big eyes, wishing to jump up and play with her. Noticing his longing gaze, she smiled and held her little hand.