After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Zhaoyang Temple.

A large number of monks gathered in the outer hall, prayer flags swaying, wooden fish and chanting sounds endless.

The cries of the ladies of the palace came from the inner hall, which was inexplicably palpitating.

In chaos.

Xiao Dingzhao, dressed in a frosty white uniform, stepped into the inner hall in a daze.

The concubine's concubine's womb'e knelt all over the ground, and all the pear flowers with rain were in grief, wiping their tears to say goodbye to the women on the couch, but they did not know how genuine they were.

Pei Minmin knelt on the side of the couch, staring sadly at Pei Chuchu, and complained in tears: "I wanted to serve the emperor with my elder sister and be a good sister for a lifetime, but I didn’t expect God to be jealous and call my elder sister to die prematurely... Without you in the palace, my sister could have How to live? My sister!"

She lay down on the couch, crying so much that she was about to faint.

Xiao Dingzhao raised his hand.

The insightful maid in charge immediately greeted the other little maids and took out all the idle and miscellaneous people in the temple.

Pei Minmin took the handkerchief and wiped her tears, wherever she was willing to go.

When Pei Chuchu died early, the emperor was lonely and lonely. When should he not come in at this time, but when?

She approached Xiao Dingzhao cautiously: "Your Majesty, can I allow my concubines to accompany my sister more? There used to be places where my concubines could not feel sorry for my sister, but the deceased was the big one, and my sister was gone. Only then did I remember how old I was with my sister. Sisterhood is deep..."

She covered her mouth with a handkerchief and cried so hard that she couldn't speak.

Xiao Dingzhao glanced at her coldly.

He said indifferently: "Since the sisters are deeply affectionate, go to the outer hall to pray for your sister. For the next seven or forty-nine days, I want you to kneel in the temple, fast and bathe every day, and copy for her personally. Scripture."

Pei Minmin was completely dumbfounded: "Your Majesty?!"

Xiao Dingzhao has no patience to deal with her.

The two servants unceremoniously dragged Pei Minmin out.

There are only Xiao Dingzhao and Pei Chuchu left in Zhaoyang Hall.

The night outside the window is like splashing ink.

Xiao Dingzhao stood quietly in front of the bed.

After death...

What does it look like?

He slowly raised his eyes.

Not seen for a few days, the girl-shaped pin bones on the couch have sunken cheeks, and her long eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows on her cheeks. Although her lips are pale, her facial features are still delicate, and she can vaguely see her beauty before her death.

Her long hair was spread out between the pillows, and the green silk that she cherished so much was now slightly curled at the ends, like dead grass in late autumn, without its former luster.

Moonlight through the window.

In a daze, Xiao Dingzhao felt that she was just asleep.

He slowly sat on the side of the couch and stretched out his hand to hold Pei Chuchu's hand: "Sister Pei..."

The girl's hands were pale and cold.

The boy lowered his head, held her hand in his palm and rubbed it carefully, trying to wake up her body temperature.

But after all, it was just in vain.

Xiao Dingzhao stared at Pei Chuchu's face.

Everything that I experienced when I was young passed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

Sister Pei is cold-hearted, but takes good care of him.

She would personally make four seasons cakes for him, and sew clothes for him herself. When he was impatient to review the memorials, she would accompany him, and read the contents of the memorials for him one by one.

A few fireflies passed by the window.

Xiao Heng suddenly remembered an incident in his childhood.

At that time, the emperor was still there, and because he was naughty and refused to go to school, he asked Pei Chuchu to cover him in the Imperial College, while he himself took a few dudes into the imperial garden and played happily all day.

He has played enough, it is almost dusk.

He happily returned to the Imperial College, but heard that sister Pei was fined fifty cane by the master.

Fifty rattan...

Sister Pei is just a girl. How much pain should those canes hit her?

His heart was raised in an instant, ignoring the master's scolding, he ran to find Sister Pei himself.

He searched for a long, long time, and finally, in the twilight quarter, heard the palace lady say that he saw Sister Pei go to the southeast alone.

He ran to the southeast with his legs, until he ran to the gate of the palace, he finally saw Sister Pei.

The gate of the palace with vermilion rivets is magnificent and huge, which separates the two heavens inside and outside the palace.

Palace lanterns were lit on the wall of the palace, but the dark night was an exceptionally cold color.

Sister Pei stood alone under the palace gate.

That day, she wore a begonia red skirt, but because of the 50 cane, the skirt was dyed blood, and it was dried by the wind, and it was bloodied on her body.

She looked up at the palace gate quietly.

At that moment, he actually felt timid.

I don't know how long it took before he walked forward with guilt: "Sister Pei..."

The other party ignored him.

He stretched out his hand and gingerly held the corner of her sleeve: "I'm very sorry to have troubled you."

After a brief silence, the girl suddenly turned around and fell silently in his arms.

He was twelve years old that year, he was already taller than sister Pei, and he seemed to be a young man.

But he was even more panicked.

Because I clearly felt that the warm liquid wetted his clothes.

Sister Pei cried...

That was the first time a taciturn girl expressed grievances to him in so many years.

She whispered: "In the future, your Royal Highness will be enthroned, can you let the ministers out of the palace?"

How did he answer that evening?

Zhaoyang Temple.

Xiao Dingzhao was slightly dazed.

Two lights shone in his eyes, but they didn't brighten his pupils.

He lowered his eyes and sorted out the broken hair on his forehead for Pei Chuchu.

I vaguely remember the sound of cicadas that night, and a few fireflies surrounding him and Sister Pei. The memories of childhood sweethearts were beautiful like dreams.

He hugged the thin girl and said "OK" softly.

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He once gave sister Pei a promise to go out of the palace.

But after many years, he personally ruined that promise.

Xiao Dingzhao leaned down in silence and gently hugged Pei Chuchu.

Just like that summer many years ago.

...

Three days later.

When Xiao Mingyue came to the imperial study room to look for Xiao Dingzhao, the young man seemed to be a lot more mature and stable overnight.

She looked around.

The furnishings in the room remained unchanged, still the same as that made by sister Pei when she was alive.

The palace didn't make a big deal for the funeral. Sister Pei's name became a taboo that no one could mention, as if that person had never existed in the palace.

She was puzzled: "Brother..."

Xiao Dingzhao didn't lift his head: "Today there are so many papers, brothers don't have time to play with you, you go to Ning Ting Ju Jiang Tian and the others to play, I will be free in two days, and play Cuju with you."

Xiao Mingyue tilted her head in confusion.

It's strange that Brother is so normal.

She asked, "Brother miss... Sister Pei?"

Xiao Dingzhao still wields his pen like flying: "Siren has passed away, and it is useless to miss it. What's more, I haven't shed a single tear when she left. Now that I have been away for so long, I will not be sad for her. How can I miss her?"

Is that right?

Xiao Mingyue's face was calm.

She stared at Xiao Dingzhao for a moment, her eyes suddenly moved to his hand holding a pen.

He held it so tightly that the back of his hand was already violent.

As if trying to endure something.

Xiao Mingyue retracted her gaze, retired slowly, and left the Imperial Study Room.

As she stepped out of the threshold, Xiao Dingzhao threw out the wolf pen.

The young man's forehead was pressed tightly against the dragon case, and he couldn't make a sound of tears.

When she left, she felt a trance and a big dream.

After she left, she left him in this deep palace. Day after day, she walked through the palaces and alleys. Day after day, she wore the robes sewn by her hands, wandering like a lonely ghost. In the palace where her taste remains...

Only then did I understand...

What is piercing.

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I'm back!