Chapter 226: Fang died (3)

Ya Jiechi was stunned by her words, and it was only up to the maid to bring her own things to tidy up. Nie Wushuang also ordered the palace maids to have dinner. Ya Jiechi had not eaten well for a day, and the fish on the table was so hungry and dizzy that she was hungry, but her long-term cultivation made her stop before the food.
"Sister Nie, isn't it good? Sister Yu is just ..." She said and wanted to cry again.
Nie Wushuang sat down: "Let's eat, if Sister Yu is still there, it will definitely not make you hungry."
She served Ya Jieyu with rice. Ya Jieyu saw that there was still a neat filial piety on the table next to her. She didn't dare ask if she wanted to, and she could only swallow the doubt with her meal.
Nie Wushuang watched her eating with a big mouth, her eyes fell on her swollen belly, and it took a long time to turn away.
"... If you want to, take her baby. Keep her alive. Just don't let her be victimized ... victimized ..."
Yu Fei's words rang again in her ear, and she tried to put her voice away from her mind.
That night, Ya Jieyu rested in the warm court of the side hall of "Yonghua Temple". Nuange is exquisite and small, warmer than the large main hall.
Yang Zhi stepped forward with admiration: "The mother-in-law has made a quick move this time. In the future, Ya Jieyu will give birth to the mother-in-law and raise her."
Nie Wushuang caressed the white filial piety on the table, and said gently: "I will say this later. What about the emperor?"
"The emperor is in the royal study." Yang Zhi replied: "The queen has ordered Jing Fei to handle the funeral of Yu Fei. I am afraid that these three days ..."
"I'm afraid?" Nie Wushuang asked back.
"I'm afraid it will only pass by in the end." Yang Zhi said.
Nie Wushuang glanced at him, and then said, "Be prepared for the shoulders. This palace is going to see the emperor!"
Yang Zhi was slightly surprised: "At this time? The emperor may have rested."
"No. The emperor must not have slept." Nie Wushuang has turned into the inner hall and dressed up. Yang couldn't avoid the taboo and followed in, urging him eagerly: "My mother thinks twice, at this time the emperor definitely wants to be alone."
Nie Wushuang turned back sternly, sneer: "Staying alone? Can a person feel sad and hurt to save Yu Fei's life? Can she die without regret?"
After changing to the screen, she changed into a plain clothes and came out calmly. All the way to the Royal Study Room. Silent along the way, there is no time to replace the big red palace lamp hanging high, red and colorful, full of joy, Nie Wushuang sitting in the shoulders, with a surge of disgust in his heart.
When he arrived at the Royal Study Room, Gong Lin heard the news and walked out of the temple. His face was full of amazement: "Why is the mother-in-law coming? At this time ... I'm afraid ..."
Nie Wushuang gave a small gift: "Please ask Father Gong Lin for a briefing, and say that Chen Ye has urgent matters to see."
When the father-in-law saw her coming from the cold, he felt discouraged and turned in. After a while, the father-in-law Lin came out: "The emperor Xuan Bi's mother-in-law sees her."
Nie Wushuang was relieved and walked in.
The imperial study was burning with a heavy ambergris, and it was lightly infiltrating every corner of the hall. The splendid scent reminds Nie Wushuang of the omnipresent medicinal smell in "Ziwei Palace".
Xiao Fengxun was sitting on the throne, with a large candle burning next to it, just like daylight, but his deep eyebrows became more and more hidden in the shadows.
When he saw her, he smiled reluctantly, "Are you here?"
Nie Wushuang looked at his face a little bit tired, and came forward and said, "Chen Ye came late at night, please the emperor forgive me."
Xiao Fengxuan put down the memorial in his hand and rubbed his forehead: "What's the matter?"
Nie Wushuang looked at him and asked lightly, "What kind of nickname does the emperor intend to give to the Jade Princess?"
Xiao Fengsong was stunned, and Nie Wushuang did not wait for him to start and asked, "Where was the funeral buried? But was it buried in the royal tomb? Or the eastern suburbs?"
Xiao Fengying's eyes suddenly bleak: "What the are you talking about? Are you blaming You for not caring for her?"
Nie Wushuang knelt down: "The courtier asked the emperor to give Jade a decent funeral. Since the emperor had failed her and she was behind her, the courtier couldn't bear to look at her and deserted him like that."
Xiao Fengyi heard the silence for a long time, he stepped down Yujie slowly, walked in front of her, and stared at her with complex eyes: "Why do you do this? Do you want to say this against the offensive Tianwei?"
Nie Wushuang looked up, her eyes were clear and fearless: "Emperor, in Yu Fei's heart, she has never regarded you as the emperor. Isn't her heart clear to the emperor?"
Xiao Fengming's calm face gradually cracked a rift of emotions, as if laughing, as if laughing at himself. He turned around and said slowly: "She, she's stupid."
"The emperor ..." Nie Wushuang took a few steps on his knees, with a perseverance he did not understand: "Does the emperor really want such a result?"
"What about you?" Xiao Fengzhen turned back, looking at Nie Wushuang kneeling on the ground, his eyes gloomy, like an unexplainable depression suddenly appeared in front of her: "How about you? How do you think? She loves That's what Shanghang got, how about you? "
"Are you asking for a beautiful burial of Yufei for her own future or for your own future?" His uncle asked Nie Wushuang to be speechless. The exhaustion and sadness she had never seen before finally appeared in his face, and in front of him was no longer the calm emperor, but a man who had no dependence on his feelings.
His mask finally cracked a gap, and the darkness inside couldn't bear to look at her.
"I have too many voices around me. Really, fake, flattery, loyal, beautiful, ugly ..." He said slowly, "I don't have that mind to guess."
He lifted her up, looked at her beautiful eyes, and slowly said, "Wushuang, your mind is not willing to guess."
Nie Wushuang's heart plunged to the bottom. He held her hand still warm, but the look in his eyes made her cold.
"why?"
"It is precisely because He is unwilling to guess that you can spoil the harem ..."
Nie Wushuang was silent for a long time. Before long, she heard her voice saying, "If one day, the emperor would like to guess the heart of the court?"
She looked up: "If that day comes, will the courtier be the second Jade Concubine?"

Rolling for monthly tickets, so few comments for Mao these two days.
Have you all gone to the summer?
(This article starts with Red Sleeve Tim)