Chapter I Lenggong

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date="2021-04-21"

title="Chapter I Lenggong"

weight="128117"

series = ["Imperial Favour"]

mode = "manual"

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The autumn of Otsu Dynasty is extremely cold, different from the cold wind in winter, but a kind of desolation of autumn wind rolling fallen leaves, sobbing around the heart is very uncomfortable.

Today is a cold day, the cold palace is even more bleak and desolate, except for a few dead trees in front of the door rustling in the wind, not even a crow will fly here.

Tang Zhuozhao lay on the dilapidated bed, looked straight out of the window and coughed violently. Anxia went out to fetch water for her. When she heard the sound of her coughing and hurriedly returned to the house, she was shocked to see how she looked.

The woman lying on the thick wooden bed was as pale as paper, but her already thin face was not big enough, her long scattered hair was draped behind her shoulders, but her eyes were softer than ever before.

Anxia hurriedly handed over a veil with a worried look on his face.

Tang's stomach was full of pain and numbness. after his breathing calmed down, when he took away the veil, there was a pool of black blood and even a formed blood clot on the Su-pa, which had been washed white.

Anxiadon covered her mouth and sobbed. She slumped in front of Tang Zhuozhuo, took away the veil in her hand and begged lowly: "Lady, you are so ill. Go back and be soft with your Majesty. I beg your maidservant."

Tang Zhuozhao listened to her words, and there was no fluctuation in her eyes like Shimizu, but painstakingly lifted her arm as thin as withered wood, rubbed Anxia's head, and said slowly, "in the past few years, ahem, you have suffered with me."

Anxia squeezed the square veil's hand so hard that it turned white, wiped his tears and shook his head and said, "the empress treats the maidservant very well, and the maidservant is not bitter."

With that, he hurriedly went out to wash the veil, and then brought in a basin of water: "Niang Niang, please rinse your mouth."

Tang Zhuozhao pulled the corners of his mouth and nodded and smiled gently.

Dark clouds soon hung over the sky of the cold palace, and it looked as if a storm was coming. Tang's burning face was a little painful, and the cold and wet pain in her bones began again, and her black sideburns were so wet that she felt a terrible pain in every breath.

"Anxia, stop making peace and talk with me for a while." Tang Zhuozhao's voice was a little feeble, but Anxia obediently moved a small stool with half a leg and guarded it in front of Tang Zhaozhao's bed.

Thinking of the sound of thunder outside, Tang Huazhao glanced at the bare tree outside the window and said, "I still remember that when I just came in, this jujube tree grew very well, but now it has become like this."

With the change of stars, three years have really changed a lot of things.

Anxia followed her words with some emotion, "the maidservant remembers that the maidservant also beat the date once with the maidservant, sweet silk crisp raw."

Tang scorched her eyes and entered the cold palace at that time. Her temper was not a master who could be born in peace, and she did a lot of joyful things in the midst of bitterness. But as she stayed for a long time, her enthusiasm, restlessness and uneasiness accumulated, as if she had been a different person.

She was born with a privileged identity, and as soon as she was married to the crown prince, now Emperor Chongjian, she became the master of the middle palace in the world, needless to say, when the former emperor died.

But with such a noble identity, she still entered the cold palace.

Tang Zhuozhao thought of something, lifted a strand of long hair from his ear and smiled shyly: "I don't know how he's doing."

This long sigh with some different emotions, but let Anxia lower her eyes and purse her lips.

She naturally knew who he was in Tang Zhuozhuo's mouth, and it was because of the little general of the Wang family that the empress had a big quarrel with her Majesty and was sent to the cold palace.

The most abominable thing is that the general Wang clearly knew his mother's mind and had to provoke him in every way. He was obviously a relative, and he had to mislead his mother to do something stupid, which was really hateful.

No wonder he was assigned by his Majesty to guard the tomb in remote areas and deserved it!

At night, the torrential rain poured in, the quilt covered by Tang Zhaozhao was wet and thin, and the rain fell on Tang Zhaozhao's face and hair.

The cold palace leaked rain, and she had suffered these crimes more than once, and there was nothing she could do but to be next to each other.

Only this time, she could not make it through the end. There was a fishy sweetness in Tang's burning throat, her fingers moved slightly, and she could not make a sound, and her eyes gradually darkened.

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In the Ganqing Palace, Emperor Chong Jian had just stopped his pen, and the incense stove in the hall was filled with wood pine from the Western regions. Smelling calm and clear, he leaned against the broad rosewood chair and listened to the patter of rain outside. He asked indifferently, "is it raining outside?"

After following him for so many years, the imperial superintendent was very good at looking at his face, and at this moment he replied in a low voice.

Chongjin Emperor's bony fingers gently pressed on the sideburns. Zhang Desheng hurriedly tiptoed over to squeeze his shoulder. Seeing the tiredness between his cold eyebrows, he asked tentatively, "is your Majesty worried about his empress?"

Emperor Chong Jin's slender fingers paused, and the ice in his voice was even more piercing than the rain outside: "you are more and more daring now."

Zhang Desheng paused for breath, clapped his mouth and dared not speak again with his head down.

It is impossible to say that his Majesty is already tough enough to mention the one in the cold palace again, and no matter how good the mood is, he will become furious.

Zhang Desheng looked at the pouring rain outside and thought that he would ask the lackeys of the Internal Affairs Office to send something later. After all, this empress still occupied the throne of the Central Palace, although she had entered the cold palace.

After his Majesty did not annul the order, he was still the most honorable mistress of the master.

Zhang Desheng has waited on Emperor Chong Jian since he was a child, but now he is more and more unable to understand the emperor's mind.

If his Majesty is still thinking about that, he refuses to admit it, and if there is no love at all, he would rather sit night after night on the wall courtyard of the cold palace.

However, when thought about the man who was full of thoughts in the cold palace, couldn't help but be silent.

Just then, there was a little noise outside, sometimes mixed with sobs.

Emperor Chongjian suddenly opened his eyes, and a stream of restlessness gushed from the bottom of his heart. "go and have a look outside."

Zhang Desheng naturally felt the impatience in his words and went to the outer hall at a stroke of dust.

"what's the matter? Do you dare to make a noise in front of the emperor and not kill you? "

He reprimanded in a shrill voice, and the two people who had had an argument stopped.

One was the big maid Suer, who was next to the imperial concubine Zhong in the Lili Palace. She also carried a food box in her hand. Zhang Desheng looked at it and understood that her feelings had been ordered to send refreshments to his Majesty.

The other was very poorly dressed, with a thin coat drenched by the rain, dripping water in his hair, embarrassed and speechless, but kneeling there, his face lifeless, and it was Anxia.

Suer glanced at Anxia with disdain, then quickly changed into a smiling face. "Manager Zhang, the empress asked me to send your Majesty some refreshments made with her own hands."

Zhang Desheng gave a look, and the little father-in-law behind him took it over. He smiled with a deep meaning: "the miscellaneous family will give it to your Majesty."

Sue just went back with an umbrella.

Li Desheng sighed and helped Anxia up on his knees and said, "this is the temper of the Ligong. What did your mother tell you to come here?"

He had a good attitude towards Anxia. After all, they were all old people from the Crown Prince's Mansion. In addition, Tang Zhuozhao had been so kind to him before, so he had to give this face anyway.

Seeing that Anxia's lips were silent, Zhang Desheng had to stand up and say, "I'm afraid you won't be able to enter this temple today. If the empress has anything to say, I can say it to your Majesty."

Anxia's voice is so low that it can even blend into the patter of rain outside.

"the empress is gone." She struggled to make a sound, and her eyes kept streaming. "there was a leak in the room just now, and I wanted to see my wife by the lamp, only to find out …". "

Zhang Desheng's fine-grained face trembled, and the dust in his hands could hardly be pinched, and he could no longer care about anything. He grabbed Anxia and knelt down in the temple.

Emperor Chongjian seemed to have some feeling, and his eagle-sharp eyes fell on Anxia, and his cold heart suddenly gave birth to a wave of uneasiness.

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When Tang Zhuozhao became conscious again, she could only watch herself float over her corpse. Lying on the hard bed, she looked as pale as a ghost, and her lips began to turn purple, not to mention a bed of blood, which she could not bear to watch.

Myself, this is. Is the soul out of the body?

Tang Zhuozhao looked at himself who was completely lifeless, but there was some sadness in his eyes.

Women in the cold palace, even though they still retain the title of queen, are mostly hastily buried.

Just when she thought so, a bright yellow figure, such as the wind, entered the dilapidated house and saw her lying silent on the bed, followed by stumbling Anxia, Zhang Desheng and others.

Tang Zhuozhao opened his eyes wide and did not expect Emperor Chongjian to come to such a place as Lenggong.

Not seen for three years, Emperor Chongjin is still the cold look in his memory, but his eyes are a little red, and his powerful hands are clenched into fists.

The bright yellow dragon robe was stained with fishy and salty Rain Water and became somewhat wrinkled. Tang Zhuozheng couldn't help following him, unable to control his movements.

A large crowd of people knelt in and out of the house, and even some well-informed concubines knelt outside in the rain, looking sad, but Tang Zhuozhao did not fluctuate at all.

Helplessly watched Emperor Chongjian wipe his cold body clean, even the black blood stains on the corners of his mouth, his expression was so scary, but he acted like a treasure in the world.

There was a lump in Tang's burning throat.

"I sent Wang Yi to guard the tomb. He married three years ago, but you still don't believe me."

This was the first thing Tang Zhuozhao heard Emperor Chongjian say, which, like a gust of wind, blew down layers of luck at the bottom of her heart. It was clearly an empty body, but she felt extremely cold all over her body.

"I have been waiting for you to come back, but you would rather die in the cold palace."

The man's low voice was interspersed with a rare fragility and seemed to be doting with some kind of inexplicable spoil.

Tang Zhuozhuo had never seen such a Chongjian emperor, he had always been a decisive king, and she had never seen the expression beside him except for his indifference and fury, and now it was such a scene.

Her soul floated for a month and floated to the desolate imperial mausoleum in Jiangyuan. She saw Wang Yi who cursed her secretly, and also saw the ten-room aunt in his backyard.

After only a few days, the illusion that the miserable days of the cold palace had not been smoothed out had been reduced to dust, and looking back, she found it ridiculous to look back on her mind and realize that in just a few days, the illusion that the miserable days of the cold palace had not been smoothed out had turned to dust, and when she looked back, she found it funny.

Tang Zhuozhao returned to the palace, floated into the Ganqing Palace, looked at the man she had never cared about secretly decadent, saw the portrait he had painted, and heard a very restless Jiaojiao in his dream.

Yes, before falling out, he called her Jiaojiao in a hoarse voice in the matter of the bed.

She was getting weaker and weaker, and could no longer go to other places. She only looked at Emperor Chong Jin in Ganqing Palace every day. When he approved the book, he leaned up to take a look. His handwriting was very beautiful, but it was a pity that she did not understand government affairs.

On the last day, Tang's burning body was almost transparent, and she finally felt some regret and probably understood why she had encountered such strange things as being out of the body.

Maybe God can't see it any more. the glory of her life is extremely high, and at the end of the day, she doesn't know people clearly, and she is extremely desolate.

This evening, the emaciated Emperor Chongjian carried his hands on his back and looked at the portraits laid out on the case table.

Tang Zhuozhao floated to his side and smelled a fresh mint fragrance. Emperor Chong Jian caressed the people on the portrait and finally opened his mouth: "Jiaojiao, will it be all right to be buried with you in a hundred years?"

"I wonder if you will lose your temper again."

The man's voice of some helplessness came to Tang Zhuo's ears, and she used all her strength, reached out and scratched his warm palms, and immediately the line of sight dimmed completely.