Millennium drunk

"Su's auspicious change of clothes." It was still a rigid and emotionless greeting, with a familiar voice and a familiar delicate appearance, but there were a few shallow wrinkles in the corners of the brows and eyes inadvertently carved by wind and frost.

"Thank you, Aunt Qin, for taking the risk to come here. Aunt Qin is well."

"Changing clothes, if I remember correctly, I have already said last time, if there is nothing else, we don't have to see each other again. It is good for you and me."

Although the words were honorific, Qin Caifeng's words were not polite.Su Lingyu didn't care, turned around and looked at her with a faint smile: "Since Yu'er invited aunt here today, it must be something important."

"Please tell me to change clothes."

"Auntie, it's been 17 years since you entered the palace, right?" Su Lingyu didn't bluntly state the purpose of today, but asked an irrelevant question.

"...That's right, it's March 17th in [-]." Qin Caifeng was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and there was a touch of helplessness and melancholy in his clear eyes.

A woman's best years pass slowly and firmly in the counting of each day.

"How much does my aunt know about the empress's affairs?"

Qin Caifeng's just sigh was interrupted by Su Lingyu's second question in an instant. Qin Caifeng narrowed his slender eyes, looked at Su Lingyu coldly, and said after a while: "Changing clothes, if you don't want to go to Langya Palace Following in Master's footsteps, the Empress, no matter how seriously ill or not, is not something you can touch."

"I'm not as stupid as Concubine De, and I'm not as ambitious as her. I just want to live in this palace and live well. Auntie, you must know about my relegation, do you believe it?"

Qin Caifeng was silent, without answering yes or no.

For this kind of thing that has passed, her answer is no longer important, only the result is important.

"What do you want to ask, just say it."

"Auntie, in your opinion, how similar is my face to the Queen's?"

Qin Caifeng frowned even tighter, and after looking at Su Lingyu carefully, he replied, "Four points."

"What if I dress up according to the empress's preferences?"

"It can reach seven points."

"That's enough." Su Lingyu sighed softly: "Auntie, can you tell me all about the past when your majesty and empress first met, and the empress's preferences?"

"You..." Qin Caifeng obviously understood Su Lingyu's purpose, and then sighed.No woman is willing to be another woman's shadow, but given Su Lingyu's current situation, this really seems to be the only way she has to turn around.

"Your mother shouldn't have let you into the palace."

Thirteen days later, despite the reluctance of the emperor of Nantang and the efforts of the imperial physicians, the queen, who had been completely overwhelmed by the disease for several years, swallowed her last breath.

The whole country is mourned, and the Nantang Harem is wrapped in plain white everywhere.The concubines in red and green replaced the bright dresses of the past, and the grief-stricken emperor ordered everyone in the harem not to wear any extra decorations except for the silver rings and hairpins that tied their hair. His mourning for the lost queen.

Su Lingyu was wearing the same white and unadorned white dress as the other concubines, sitting beside the bed in a daze.The dim candlelight shone on the light green silver-patterned embroidered butterfly flower blouse and the lotus-blue qushui woven gold brocade skirt on the bed, illuminating the embroidered flowers and butterflies on the dress as if they had come to life.

After Jun Yihuang's authority to take charge of the affairs of the Six Palaces was withdrawn, it appeared that it belonged to the queen, but in reality the queen mother took charge of it.Now that the queen is about to die, according to Nantang law, the empress dowager cannot take charge of the affairs of the six palaces alone, and must appoint a concubine to temporarily co-operate with the empress dowager in the six palaces.And today is the day to decide the candidate for the concubine.

Although Jun Yihuang is no longer powerful, she is still the head of the four concubines, the No. 1 in the Nantang Harem after the empress's funeral, so she has been going to Ning'an Palace since Chenshi, and has not returned yet.

Positioning, conferring seals, each palace listening to the empress dowager's admonition, and the concubines who assist in managing the six palaces admonishing other concubines to stand up, this is a long process, so long that it is unbearable.

Su Lingyu was very nervous. Everyone had already secretly speculated about the candidate to assist the Sixth Palace. The most likely candidate should be Jun Yihuang, but she regained her position because of the empress dowager's anger and Nanzhao Emperor's displeasure. The possibility of power is greatly reduced.

Yuan Xiurong, who had two princes, lived in seclusion because of the prince's illness; Xingui, who had no princes and only had one daughter, was not very favored; she was originally favored by the Nanzhao Emperor, with a gentle and docile temperament, but recently she was Jinggui's concubine, whose father formed a clique for personal gain and took bribes, was quickly neglected by Emperor Nanzhao.Which of these four women can hold this huge power is the result that everyone in the Nantang Harem is most concerned about today.

Those who are superior will make great strides forward, and are more likely to sit on the vacant Queen's Phoenix throne, while those who are not superior may face countless hardships and dangers in the future, not to mention wealth, even their lives may be at stake. I can keep it.

How can you allow others to snore by the side of the couch? This principle applies not only to the struggle between countries, but also to the battlefield where there is no gunpowder smoke among women in the harem.

"Changing clothes, Concubine Shu is here!" Qingxiao, who had been arranged by Su Lingyu to wait at the gate of Qingtao Garden, entered Dongnuan Pavilion at a pace more than twice as fast as usual. She did not go to greet the slowly approaching Instead, the priority is to report this news to Su Lingyu who is eager to see through.

Su Lingyu let go of the silk handkerchief tightly churned in her hand, her face showing a sigh of relief, she went to the door and opened it to the maximum, leaning against the door and waiting for Jun Yihuang.

"Sister Jun!" Su Lingyu's voice was very soft. The excitement of seeing Jun Yihuang quickly cooled down when she saw Jun Yihuang's tired face and the undisguised melancholy on the face of Jun Yihuang's close-knit maid Xianyue. .

Even though he had guessed the result earlier, Su Lingyu's heart still sank.The loss of power means that Jun Yihuang's life will be even more difficult from today on.

"Let's go in and talk, I'm tired." Jun Yihuang, who was calm, calm, and rarely showed any emotions, expressed all her emotions in words today. Su Lingyu nodded, winked at Qingxiao, and followed behind Jun Yihuang Re-enter the flickering dimly lit inner room.

Qingxiao, who received the hint, stopped Xianyue who wanted to follow in. After sending the tea into the inner room, she closed the wooden door tightly again, and guarded the door with Xianyue, leaving the inner room completely to those who entered. two people.

After Jun Yihuang entered the inner room, she did not sit upright on the chair as usual, but leaned on the chaise longue, holding a warm teacup in both hands, sipping the tea in the cup gracefully, slowly and silently.

"Who is it?" In the end, Su Lingyu couldn't hold back, and broke the silence in the room by speaking first.

"Concubine Xin." Jun Yihuang uttered three words softly and slowly from her beautiful lips. These three short words were enough to make Su Lingyu's brows frowned.

Su Lingyu is very clear that the chance of Jun Yihuang regaining assistance in managing the affairs of the Six Palaces is very slim. The best situation she envisions is that Yuan Xiurong, who has the only prince, takes power. After all, compared to other people, that The reclusive Yuan Xiurong has a more peaceful temperament and poses the least threat to Jun Yihuang.

It's a pity that things don't go as expected.

The instigator of Concubine Jing's miscarriage was that Liu Shilan paid respects to Concubine Xin, it was not some secret of the harem.Apparently in that incident, Liu Shilan was just a pawn that was pushed to the surface, and concubine Xin Gui was the hidden hand behind the manipulation of this pawn.

Xingui's concubine Chen Hanyue's ruthlessness and meticulousness can already be seen from this incident alone.

Jun Yihuang didn't speak anymore, the whole day's intrigue and carefulness had exhausted her, she stretched out her elbows to support the imperial concubine's bed, gently closed her slender phoenix eyes, and let out a silent sigh , no longer concealed, flowing out.

Compared to Su Lingyu, Jun Yihuang, who once stood at the top of the harem, is more clear about her future.

The orange light of the candle flames in front of her slightly closed eyelashes was suddenly covered up and turned into pitch blackness. Jun Yihuang sculpted her eyebrows and raised her eyebrows lightly. Just as she was about to open her eyes, a slender arm suddenly appeared on the hand supporting her body. Stick to a soft and warm place.

"I won't let them hurt you." Su Lingyu's gentle and low voice came from above his head, and there were also five flexible fingers behind the silky hair that was only tied with a silver hairpin. Combing and stroking the slippery, satin-like long hair again and again from top to bottom.

"Miss Jun, you can feel at ease with me here."

Although the arms holding Jun Yihuang were slender, they were extremely warm, and the five fingers caressing the hair also made Jun Yihuang feel more relaxed than ever.The half-opened phoenix eyes closed again, and Jun Yihuang indulged herself in the warmth and reliability that she had never enjoyed since leaving her mother. The loss that suddenly fell from the peak to the bottom, and the cold hostility hidden under the gentle smile, twisted together and constantly impacted her heart.After all, she is also a human being. As the eldest princess of Qi County and the high concubine Shu in the palace, she has never encountered such powerlessness and anxiety. She also vaguely regretted giving up the power of the Six Palaces that she held tightly in her hands for Su Lingyu, but at this moment Snuggling in this warmth, listening to Su Lingyu's gentle assurance, Jun Yihuang suddenly felt that everything was worth it.

She hoped that Su Lingyu could live.

The gentle snuggle didn't last long, Jun Yihuang's self-control allowed her to push away Su Lingyu's hands, returning to her usual grace and stability.Only then did Jun Yihuang's eyes catch the embroidered dress on the bed. Although the color of the light blue dress was elegant and dull enough, compared to the plain white on the two of them, the color and embroidery of the dress were already bright enough dazzling.

"I can't protect you now, just be careful and bear it for three months. Only by being cautious in your words and deeds can you live and live." Jun Yihuang didn't ask more, but attributed the dress to Su Lingyu's unbearable plain whiteness. .Everyone has a desire for beauty, not to mention the charming women in the harem, who are not allowed to smear makeup, wear daily dresses, and accessories... This makes it difficult for women who are used to show off.And even if Su Lingyu is restrained and stable, she is only in her twenties and eight years, the age when she is most unable to give up these things.

"I'm going back first, I'll think of a way, feel wronged during this period, try not to give others a handle." After sitting in Qingtao Garden for a while, she relieved a little of the fatigue during the day, Jun Yihuang stood up and calmed down. Asked Su Lingyu.Jun Yihuang didn't take Su Lingyu's comfort and assurance seriously.Because of the empress dowager's fury, Su Lingyu had already removed the signboard of serving the bed from the emperor's plate.As the saying goes, there is a three-point love when meeting, if you can't even meet face to face, how can there be friendship?Without the favor of the king, how can we talk about self-protection and protection?

The road ahead is boundless and full of thorns.

Su Lingyu didn't say much or refute, but nodded quietly with a smile. After sending Jun Yihuang out of Qingtao Garden, she went back to the inner room and continued staring at the dress in a daze.

three months?Three months was enough to arouse the king's longing for his dead wife to the peak.

Wind and rain by the lake, midsummer.

A heavy rain is coming to an end, and the tiny water droplets are still rushing to the ground and the lake.Due to the alternation of summer heat and showers, the surface of the wind and rain lake is covered with a layer of mist about half a person's height.The mist curls up and permeates the water surface and shore, setting off this clean and beautiful Fengyu Lake like a fairyland on earth.

The heavy rain has just passed, and the light rain has not stopped, which makes the wind and rain lakeside, which is popular with the harem concubines in summer, extremely quiet.In the scenery of the lake and mountains, there is only a cyan figure, holding a snow-blue paper umbrella with a picture of a blue lotus emerging from the water, to block the continuously splashing fine water droplets, facing the lake, quietly blending into the hazy mist by the lake .

The emperor Nanzhao of Nantang had just come out of the Ning'an Hall, and the heavy rain delayed his daily greetings by more than half an hour.Along the daily fixed route, Emperor Nanzhao knew very well that at the end of the road there were endless political memorials piled up in the imperial study, so when he approached the familiar lake of wind and rain, he breathed in the fresh air after the rain. While breathing the air full of water vapor, the hurried footsteps suddenly slowed down a bit involuntarily.

"Your Majesty, do you need to take a walk along the lakeside?" the empathetic Huangmen, who was following Emperor Nanzhao, immediately understood the emperor's wish and asked in a low voice.

Emperor Nanzhao nodded his head invisibly, his majestic face showed no other expression, he just adjusted his direction slightly, and walked slowly along the gravel road by the lake.

The fog lingering on the lake and surrounding made it difficult to see clearly, and Huangmen, who was accompanying him, looked around vigilantly, beware of any sudden situation.A blurry shadow appeared and disappeared by the mist on the lake not far away. Huangmen frowned slightly, and asked in a questioning tone: "Your Majesty...?"

"No need." Of course Emperor Nanzhao also saw the hazy figure by the lake.He waved his hand at Huangmen, Huangmen bowed in understanding and returned to his original position.

Emperor Nanzhao is not in a good mood today, and today is the hundredth day of the empress' funeral.

For the women in the harem, Emperor Nanzhao mostly treated them equally, but gave different favors according to their slight preferences.In his heart, the only thing that was different was his married wife, the queen who passed away not long ago, who had shared life and death with him but could not grow old together.

That gentle, intelligent and tough woman is the one he really cares about.Therefore, within a hundred days after the queen's funeral, he refused the request of his respected mother, not to step into the harem, and stay away from the charming beauties in each palace. He could only use this method to commemorate the one who would never meet again. wife.

"Wan'er..." Silently chanting the once-familiar name, Emperor Nanzhao narrowed his eyes with a hint of water vapor, and glanced at the shadow standing by the lake that was getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, Emperor Nanzhao's steady footsteps stopped abruptly, his body shook violently, and then trembled slightly visible to the naked eye, his pupils shrunk tightly, and he stared closely at the gradually clear figure.

A light green blouse embroidered with silver patterns and [-] butterfly flowers, lined with a lotus blue curved water woven gold brocade skirt, a bun half exposed under the umbrella, a long skirt that drags the floor gently, and long hair scattered on the back. The breeze blew and swayed back and forth, all of this was so familiar, just like the dreams that often appeared in the past hundred days, that time when they first met.

"Wan'er..." Emperor Nanzhao called out the name in disbelief, and then seemed to think of something, suddenly raised the corner of his yellow robe, and rushed towards the figure by the lake regardless of his status and image: "Wan'er! Don't go! Are you coming back to see me today? Wan'er!!"

Emperor Nanzhao's shout was full of surprise, hesitation, uneasiness and fear, he desperately wanted to hug that figure, and as his footsteps approached quickly, that figure also slowly turned around.

The soft almond eyes, the dark pupils with sorrow, contained sadness and puzzlement, and looked softly in the direction of Emperor Nanzhao.

Nanzhao Emperor's breathing stagnated, and his forward steps stopped abruptly, leaving only the woman standing by the lake, after a moment of daze, she quickly threw away the green lotus paper umbrella in her hand, and Yingying fell to her knees: "Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live."

Without the cover of the paper umbrella, the fine raindrops fell directly on the tied bun.Looking at the respectfully kneeling woman a few feet away, Emperor Nanzhao took a deep breath to suppress the disappointment and anger surging in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Who told you to dress like this?!"

The woman's slender body trembled slightly: "Return...Your Majesty, this concubine is ignorant, I don't know what Your Majesty means...?"

"Head up."

The woman raised her head meekly according to her words, revealing her eyes full of panic, she looked at Emperor Nanzhao inexplicably.

like……

like!

When the anger overflowing his chest met the face of the woman he missed day and night, Emperor Nanzhao couldn't vent his anger.There was nothing special about the clothes, and after a closer look, I found that the style was somewhat different from what I remembered, which made it impossible for Emperor Nanzhao to continue the previous questioning.Emperor Nanzhao looked at the woman's deja vu face, and kept recalling the remaining memories in his mind. Immediately afterwards, his sword eyebrows frowned, and he uttered an unsure name: "Su... Lingyu?"

"The concubine is here."

The well-maintained thumb and index finger squeezed Su Lingyu's jaw tightly, and lifted her head high.Su Lingyu endured the suffocation and fear brought about by this posture, her black eyes obediently looked back at Emperor Nanzhao, still playing the role of a gentle and innocent woman who didn't know anything.

Today's matter, in a big way, is to inquire about the past of the emperor and empress, and imitate the former empress's old appearance in the funeral, which is a crime of disrespect, and the crime should be executed.

Su Lingyu gambled that this look was similar to that of the former empress, betting that Emperor Nanzhao would not bear it.

Questioning and reluctance, two emotions kept torn back and forth in Emperor Nanzhao's heart.On the one hand, Emperor Nanzhao was angry that a small changer dared to imitate the queen's clothes;

"Your Majesty?" Huang Men looked at the two standing and kneeling in a stalemate, guessing that he couldn't understand the emperor's mind, so he had to ask boldly.

"Resuscitate Lingyu's nobleman's position." After a long silence, Emperor Nanzhao released the hand that clamped Su Lingyu's chin, turned his head and gave instructions to his attendant Huangmen.

Huang Men was taken aback when he heard the words, and then responded wittily: "Yes."

"Tonight...you come to Zihuan Palace." Looking at Su Lingyu who was still kneeling on the ground again with complicated eyes, Emperor Nanzhao dropped these words and strode away.

Whether it's a coincidence or a conspiracy...at least, there is Wan'er's shadow.Perhaps, this is God's will.

Su Lingyu heard the sound of footsteps walking away from her ears and slowly disappearing. Then she propped up her sore knees and stood up tremblingly leaning against the white jade railing by the lake.

Another gust of wind blew, and Su Lingyu realized that her back was already drenched in cold sweat, and her hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably.

But there was an imperceptible smile on the corner of Su Lingyu's lips.

She - won the bet.

This is the first step. This time, she will be the superior.

Let her protect Jun Yihuang.

Lan Zui hung on the steel rope silently, listening to Jun Yihuang's calm voice, telling about the past that had passed for thousands of years.

Lan Zui could understand Su Lingyu's situation and what she did at that time, but more, she felt sad for both Su Lingyu and Jun Yihuang.

In order to protect the other party, she had to succumb to a man she didn't love, and even became the shadow of a dead person by all means.Lan Zui asked himself, afraid that he couldn't do it.

Lan Zui also understands more and more why Jun Yihuang can't forget Su Lingyu who betrayed her for thousands of years, such infatuated love is really soul-stirring.

Lan Zui even felt a deep sense of frustration. In this life...she might not be able to win against her previous self.