The villain of Quick Transmigration was washed white by accident

Chapter 242 Extra Story - The Old Man Resigns After Twilight 1
The empress once said in front of many people: "Seeing your expression, I thought it was Concubine Chen who came back."

So she asked all the old people in the palace what the concubine Chen looked like.

Everyone didn't answer, since Concubine Chen passed away for many years, no one mentioned her anymore, a court lady pointed her to the concubine's mausoleum for her, she knew it was the empress's person, so what did it matter.

The queen is old, but she is young.

The queen's mother has been in the world for so long, but she forgot that not only must she look at the little goblins in the harem, but she must also survive the emperor, otherwise how could she become a queen mother.

She is not willing to just be a virtuous concubine, what mother said is right, she is foolish and coquettish, and what she wants to catch is not only a man, but also the rest of her life.

She went, in Feiling, she saw her parents, it turned out that there are people who disappear for a few days every year here.

In the snow, a sheet of snow covered her eyes, and my mother stood under the eaves, looking at the people in the open space.

She stepped forward and said, "Father, who are you looking at?"

"Old friend."

"Has she been dead long?"

"Yes."

"You love her very much?"

"I think so."

"Whether you can't get it is the best."

"Probably so."

She asked sharply, "What about the mother?"

"She is very good. Only those who have spent a lifetime with her will understand how good a person is."

"Then what about her, what is Concubine Chen to you?"

Mr. Le Wen just smiled indifferently. He is no longer the person who ran away from home in a fit of anger. He is a scheming prime minister.

He just said: "Concubine Xian, please return to the palace as soon as possible, it is really not good to stay in the mausoleum of the concubine."

She was taken aback for a moment, yes, she is a concubine Xian, she is not a lady of the prime minister's family.

She said: "Thank you, Prime Minister, for your advice."

she leaves.

When her mother left, she seemed to have no way: "She is the flowing water in the world of mortals. She doesn't want to be stubborn and love the world of mortals, but she makes everyone jealous."

She sighed and planned to return to the palace.

The little servant girl walked behind Mr. Le Wen and said, "Go back, and we will go to her grave in Qingming."

"Well, may she be free in the underworld and have no more worries."

Mr. Le Wen took his wife's hand and left. Old couples, don't be so tender, after all, they are people who want to live a lifetime.

The footprints on the snow stretched into a string.

I don't love you, and I know you don't love me, but I don't go anywhere except each other.

Because in the softest part of everyone's heart, there is a person who once fell in love deeply but never got it.

So are you, and so am I.

If you don't ask me, I won't ask you either.

The virtuous concubine who returned to the palace went straight to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and the Hall of Mental Cultivation was never allowed to enter, so she just waited at the door, the cold wind hurt people, and she felt sad. Received such cold reception everywhere.

She didn't know what she was thinking, she entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation, probably because she was pampered, and felt that that person who liked her so much would not do anything to her.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation is empty, so simple that it can even be called crude. There are only a few paintings that are as tall as a person. The woman in the painting is extremely beautiful. She stays where she is. She should go out immediately, just like from the future. However, someone planned her out, she knew it, but she couldn't do it.

She looked at it carefully, wanting to reach out and touch it.

"Whoever let you in, get lost."

She turned her head in shock and wanted to say something, but couldn't.

Concubine Xian was confined in the palace just because she collided with the holy car, people who didn't know talked about it, and those who knew just smiled, that's all.

The emperor's favor is like this day, cloudy and sunny, as the saying goes, thunder, rain and dew are all the favor of the king.

Concubine Xian only drew a few paintings from memory in the palace, and they resembled [-]% to [-]% of them.

The maid who was accompanying her said: "Who is this? Madam, although you two don't look like each other, you look alike."

She didn't answer, just stared at the woman in the painting.

The setting sun was like blood, and the wedding dress was like fire. Her eyes were hooked up, charming, and her complexion was completely indifferent, as if she didn't care about anything. She lived on the city wall, arrogant and disdainful.

Whether smiling or expressionless, they are all beautiful, but every time, her arrogance is melted into her bones, and she is transparent, not annoying.

She remembered that when she saw it, the person in the painting was smiling, and when she smiled, it was like a rain of peach blossoms under the peach blossom tree in the courtyard, it was astonishingly beautiful.

Concubine Chen.

Who can make Suhuang so precious, only Concubine Chen.

They were all wrong. Suhuang didn't leave her things behind, but he left her whole person in his memory. It was so vivid that it would have been impossible to succeed unless it took a lot of effort.

My mother was also wrong. The living should not fight the dead. It's not unnecessary, but they can't fight. When she died, even if there were thousands of things wrong, that moment would be beautiful.

As for the living, even if they were alive, no matter how good they were, they couldn't compare to her.

She was even more wrong, she liked a man who was about the same age as her father, and she didn't know where the courage came from, thinking that she could grow old with him.

She is still too naive to mistake the illusion for the truth.

In that thousand-year-old temple, the marriage was even more lightly promised.

She still remembered the sentences on those portraits.

When Concubine Chen was young, she was lively, cute and sharp. The painting said: May your next life be as interesting as possible.

When Concubine Chen entered the palace, she looked like in the corridor, and wrote: I still remember that time, and I was happy to see it.

Concubine Chen stood on the battlefield, her bronze mask half-hidden, in stark contrast to her beautiful face exposed, holding a long sword in her hand, and wrote: I am sad when I arrive at the border. How lucky I am to have a son traveling with me, but I am unlucky.

Concubine Chen walked against the light in her wedding dress, and wrote: I should have understood earlier, I would rather be alone than let you leave me.

The last one only has a back view, red clothes, there are people beside them, the two of them are talking with their heads sideways, and wrote: I have betrayed you, and I will retire to the mountains and forests with you in the next life.

You see, how affectionate words are, but it is a pity that they are all given to Concubine Chen, and cannot be given to others.

Facing the bronze mirror, she smashed all the mirrors in the room with hatred, what happened.

The queen sent a piece of letter paper, which said that she was just a substitute, she just smiled faintly, she figured it out, the saddest thing in this world is not being someone else's substitute, but watching the people around him come Go again, but he has never liked himself, not even a promotion, just like a queen.

She burned the letter paper with lowered eyebrows, and started to practice her handwriting. Her handwriting was originally clear and handsome, without the makeup of her daughter's family, but now it is a little more elegant.

She wrote a poem with this character, which was modeled on the poem written by her predecessor Shi Li.

The white group of pink balls is happy, the delicate and lovely master is pitiful.

Scratching Hongsu's hands for no reason, she can no longer sleep on her lap.

How humble it is to say that you are just a kitten and puppy by your hand.

After a few days, Su Huang came, and he sighed, "Why bother."

The letter in his hand was handed to her: "Put it away, you won't need it later."

She raised her head and looked aggrieved: "I thought His Majesty would never come again."

(End of this chapter)