During the sweltering heat, the weather gradually heats up.
When the new emperor was young, a group of lively and beautiful little Gong'e was added to the palace, everywhere with vegetation, and lively and lively as far as the eye can see.
In Zhaoyang Hall, Pei Chuchu seemed to be sick.
She lay on the chaise couch all day long with no makeup, her body was thin and her complexion turned yellow. The exquisite and luxurious Luoying skirt was worn on her body, which looked very loose and cumbersome.
At dusk, Xiao Dingzhao came to visit her, but she was already asleep.
The boy stood in front of the couch, a little startled.
Sister Pei is always very lethargic these days when she is sick.
He has been here several times, and she has all fallen asleep.
If he didn't know that she was sick, he would have to wonder if she didn't want to see him.
Xiao Dingzhao sat on the couch.
The girl’s long black hair was spread around the pillow, the hair ends that had been moisturized before seemed a bit yellowish, her small face was no longer as bright and beautiful as before, and the haggardness between her eyebrows and eyes was like a blunt knife, grinding his heart again and again. .
He worriedly squeezed the broken hair away from her forehead, and whispered, "What did the doctor say?"
The maid’s eyes were red and swollen, and she had obviously cried. She said with a dumb voice, "I said that I don’t know the cause, and only prescribed a few prescriptions to calm the nerves... Those prescriptions are drunk every day, and they are of no use. The empress is still getting weaker and weaker. Don’t you want to drag your empress alive?!"
She is the maid of the palace led by Pei Chuchu, who respects Pei Chuchu more than anyone else.
Realizing that she had said the word "death", her tears burst out instantly.
She hurriedly bowed her head on her knees: "Your Majesty forgive me!"
Xiao Dingzhao's expression was calm and motioned to her to withdraw.
He withdrew the other servants in the palace again.
The sleeping hall was silent, and the cicadas were faintly heard from outside the screen windows.
The evening light came through the room, gently shining on the two of them, warming the girl's complexion a little, and she was in a trance like a who could not be grasped.
There was a fear in Xiao Dingzhao's heart for no reason.
He held her hand tightly.
He lowered his head and pressed her palm to his cheek.
During this period, in addition to the care of the imperial doctor, it was not that the folk geniuses were not invited into the palace.
Even the doctors who traveled to Jinling were invited into the palace one after another.
Although the magical doctor Jiang is not there, his daughter Jiang Tian is also very good at medical treatment, but even Jiang Tian shakes his head and can't tell where the illness comes from.
"Sister Pei..."
Xiao Dingzhao frowned.
...
In a blink of an eye it is the Zhongyuan Festival.
The palace attaches great importance to the Mid-Yuan Festival, and specially invited monks into the palace to pray for blessings. The observatory pots, joss sticks, paper money and other things have been prepared in advance.
The imperial concubines were also granted special permission to worship their ancestors in the palace.
Pei Minmin and several concubines got together to talk.
A concubine ate melon seeds and said mysteriously: "You have heard that the person from Zhaoyang Temple is now getting thinner and thinner, and the water and rice are not getting in, and he is no longer in human form. The reason why monks were invited to pray for blessings in the palace this year. , Also because of her."
Xu Wanwan was among them.
That time Xiao Dingzhao and Pei Chuchu were angry and deliberately sealed a group of concubines. Xu Wanwan took advantage of that time to enter the palace.
She squeezed her handkerchief and sneered: "So, what's the use of being a noble concubine? Those who are blessed and poor can't stand the glory and wealth, and the fox like Pei Chuchu has to be raised cheaply!"
"Hush!" A powder-clothed concubine hurriedly motioned to her to silence her, glanced at Pei Minmin, and whispered, "My cousin is still here!"
Pei Minmin ate a piece of flower cake gracefully.
She wiped her fingertips clean with a handkerchief, completely out of the way: "Although she is a cousin, don't you know what my attitude towards her? She dominates your majesty's favor, and never persuades your majesty to get wet with rain and dew. It can be seen that it is not a virtuous one. People. How can such an enchanting concubine be worthy of being my elder sister? I wish she would sooner—"
She didn't say any further, but smiled triumphantly.
Although the concubines had different expressions, the corners of their lips could not stop being raised.
Pei Minmin's words can be regarded as speaking to their hearts.
As long as Pei Chuchu died, his majesty's mind would naturally be placed on them.
They, wish that Pei Chuchu would die sooner.
Xu Wanwan remembered something, her eyes brightened, and she whispered: "Have you heard that? In the past few days, Your Majesty has never set foot in Zhaoyang Hall. I heard that it was because Pei Chuchu was seriously ill and his appearance became ugly, so Not to please your Majesty."
"It seems that she is spoiled only because of that face."
"Heh, when I think that after a while, there will be no more prestige in the palace, I feel very refreshed in my heart!"
"..."
The concubines laughed in a group.
The sound of chanting and wooden fish was faintly heard outside the window, and it was the monks praying for blessings.
Temple of the Buddha in the palace.
The young emperor, dressed in white, knelt quietly on the futon.
He folded his palms together and looked up at the golden Buddha statue that was three feet high.
Haven't been to Zhaoyang Temple for several days.
Occasionally, a court lady came to report her situation, and he was unwilling to listen.
Afraid to see her withered look.
Afraid to hear the news that her oil is exhausted.
In the early summer of the Ming Dynasty, I even joked with him, but how long did she become sick like this?
There are three bright lights on the Buddha's case.
Many scenes flashed through the boy's mind like a revolving lantern.
When he was young, according to his sister Pei who was thousands of miles away...
Sister Pei who was dragged down by him and was forced to stay in the palace as a companion...
His sister Pei lost her parents when she was young, and later lost her status as a noble girl. She was locked in the deep palace alone. She also cried secretly at midnight, and stood alone behind the huge palace gate, feeling wronged. Staring at the birds outside the palace.
She works harder than any girl, and is more talented than any girl.
But this whole life was spent in the deep palace without the sun...
A huge lotus lantern hangs on the top of the temple.
In the summer evening, the wind was suddenly strong, it blew in, colorful prayer flags swayed violently, bamboo and wooden sticks revolved and fell from the table, and hundreds of signatures were scattered all over the ground.
A bamboo stick fell in front of the boy.
Enshen became a resentment, and personnel were not in harmony.
Xiao Dingzhao looked at the sign and was stunned for a moment, before slowly reaching out and picking it up
"His Majesty!"
A heart-piercing cry suddenly came from outside the hall.
The little palace lady who served Pei Chuchu stepped into the threshold with tears on her face, and knelt down behind Xiao Dingzhao in despair: "Your Majesty, your mother is fucking!"
There was a "click".
The signature in Xiao Dingzhao's hand fell to the ground.
The Buddha still laughed.
The green lotus enshrined on the Buddha's table quietly dropped a petal.
