Chapter 2: Rebirth

After the long darkness, a dazzling light flashed in front of Tang Zhuozhuo's eyes, she closed her eyes subconsciously, and then slowly opened them.
In the eyes are the delicate and thin bed curtains, on which the jade leaf begonia patterns are finely drawn with gold threads, and the bead and silver begonia flowers are embroidered on the upper part. She moved her fingers, and heard a woman whispering outside, as if she was asking something, and she deliberately lowered her voice.
Tang Zhuozuo sat up from the big pear blossom wood bed, and the good cloud brocade covering her body was slid down to her waist. She looked at the environment around her, and became more frightened.
The incense in the temple is the fruity scent that she is accustomed to smelling. When she breathed it into her nasal cavity, she felt that there was a hint of sweetness on the tip of her tongue. This is the fragrance... Lenggong is not broken.
People outside Xu heard the movement, and soon came in lightly. When Tang Zhuozuo woke up, he hurriedly raised the curtains of the bed. A beautiful face was full of smiles: "Is the empress awake? Want to sleep for a while?"
Tang Zhuozuo's eyes fell on her face, and he said in surprise, "An Xia?"
Xu Ye's expression was too unusual, An Xia said with some worry: "Where is the slave and maidservant, Niang, do you want someone to come in to freshen up and change clothes?"
Tang Zhuozuo realized that it was not right when she spoke out. Her voice was tender and soft, but it was clear that after three years of training, her voice had already become the sound of broken bones, plus An Xia, who was a lot younger in front of her. He was also wearing a good palace costume.
She calmly pressed down the surprise in her eyes, her voice was a little tight, "Where is this?"
"Niangniang, this is in Yiqiu Palace."
Tang Zhuozuo thought for a moment that she was listening to the left. She subconsciously held her breath, and the astonishment in her heart came out like water.
When An Xia saw that her expression was wrong, she wanted to ask a few words, but she couldn't help but feel a little distressed when she thought of her quarrel with the prince in the morning.
Tang Zhuozhao subconsciously rubbed his painful eyebrows with his hands, and found that his ten fingers were slender, delicate and white, just like the best ice porcelain, and ridiculous thoughts suddenly rushed into his mind.
"What day is today?" She pursed her lips, a little nervous.
An Xia helped her up, "It was June 3rd in the sixteenth year of Qiongyuan. Why is the empress uncomfortable? Can the slave and maid pass the imperial doctor come in?"
Her words made Tang Zhuozhuo's body stiff for a moment. In the 16th year of Qiong Yuan, it was the first year she entered the Eastern Palace to marry Huo Qiu. On June 3rd, she and Huo Qiu, who was still the prince, because of Wang Yi There was a big quarrel, and when it was time for dinner, there was a dispute again, which completely annoyed him. She herself didn't bother to look at his face. She didn't talk to him again for half a year.
But now, she has returned to such a sensitive time...
Tang Zhuozuo was at a loss for a while, she shook her head towards An Xia, "You go down first, I... I will lie down in my palace again."
An Xia didn't dare to disobey her, so she had to put down the bed curtain again before going out to guard her.
Tang Zhuozuo looked around in the huge palace for a while, and his green fingertips turned pale because of the shock in his heart.
She walked to a bronze mirror inlaid with gold and jade. This bronze mirror was polished very brightly. It was a palace from the Western Regions. There were only three sides in total. Two sides were in the palace, and the other stayed in her Yiqiu palace. .
The long hair of the person in the mirror is as loose as a waterfall, a pair of apricot eyes contain the stars of the night, and a white coat embroidered with silver thread on the moon is both noble and extremely spiritual. Tang Zhuozhuo's hand touches the white powder. His cheeks, thinking of the ridiculous ending in the previous life, pursed his lips.
Tang Zhuozhuo got up, and did not take a long time to call people softly. It was An Xia and An Zhi who came in. The two of them followed him into the palace from the Tang Mansion, but An Zhi in his previous life was not honest.
A few days after she entered the Leng Palace, An Zhi used some money to go to the nearby palace to serve her. In the next few years, Tang Zhuozuo never saw her again.
The scent of Lingling smoked in the hall. It was not strong nor light, which made people feel comfortable. Tang Zhuozuo could see the bright sunlight outside through the simple window panes.
An Xia waited on her for lunch. Seeing that she didn’t speak, she was not as agile as she used to be. She thought she was arguing with the prince. She hurriedly said: "Mother, Your Royal Highness cares about you too much. Don't go to your heart if you are angry."
Thinking of the broken antique utensils in the morning, An Xia was afraid that his master would add fuel to the fire by reading Wang Yi again.
Tang Zhuozuo's gaze fell on An Xia's face. After a long while, he smiled lightly and said, "I know."
She should have responded, but no one knows how much she listened to.
At this time, An Xia was still the same as in her previous life, and she was always upset because of the discord and quarrel between her and Huo Qiu, but persuaded and persuaded her to scold her again and again. As time passed, she stopped talking.
Compared with An Xia, Anzhi feels more obedient. She says what she says, never saying more, and is well versed in the principles of saying more mistakes and protecting oneself.
But this time, she didn't dare to put Anzhi by her side to reuse it.
She felt a bit sore at the tip of her nose when she thought of the month when she was with Emperor Chongjian in her previous life, and when she thought of Wang Yi's face when she learned of her death, she was itchy with hatred. She didn't notice it for a while, but she was outside. I fell asleep on the bed of carved agarwood wood and Luohan.
When I opened my eyes again, the sky was already bluish black, the endless silence of the night enveloped the entire palace, and darkness was like a hideous ghost lurking close.
Tang Zhuozuo was helped back to the inner hall, wiped the corners of his eyes with a kerchief, and felt a little sore, so An Xia waited for her to change her clothes and said, "Manny, it's time to eat."
Looking at the large table of food on the table, Tang Zhuozhao sat on the soft stool with his hands clean, but he did not move his chopsticks.
The maids waited to see her expression, but Tang Zhuozuo remembered today in his previous life. Huo Qiu came here again in the evening.
Come to tell her that Wang Yi intends to marry Ning Yuanhou's second daughter.
How can she believe it?
She just didn't even want to say a word with him.
It was this time that he was furious and completely chilled at her. From then on, she, the prince princess, survived in name only, but just like this, after he became the throne, the position of the queen was still left to her.
Thinking of this, Tang Zhuozhao pursed his lips, his eyes slowly darkened.
At this moment, there was a sudden hustle and bustle outside. When he reached the inner hall, only the steady and undisturbed footsteps of the man were left. Through a pearl curtain, Tang Zhuozuo could only see the man’s bright yellow python robe and the white jade medallion on his waist. .
Across such a long distance, Tang Zhuozuo seemed to be able to smell the faint smell of mint leaves on his body, as clear as a cold moon.
The court lady in the temple knelt on the ground. She hasn't recovered yet, and she has already knelt down on her own: "Concubine, please peace of mind."
The woman's voice was soft and delicate, and the light of the candle lightly spread on her delicate side face, showing a furry warmth, which was different from her paranoid appearance in the past. Huo Qiu paused, and the big palm that naturally hung on the side of his clothes tightened, and then loosened quietly.
Huo Qiu's eyes were deep and secluded, and his emotions were surging and he seemed to hide the wind and thunder. He concentrated a little, and took a step away calmly, and said coldly: "Get up."
Tang Zhuozuo sensed the indifference in his words, his heart stunned, and immediately stood up as usual.
Huo Qiu's sharp gaze glided over her and fell on the table full of vegetables, "Dinning?"
Tang Zhuozuo followed his gaze and saw that the food that had just been served was warm and a white mist formed in front of her. She could not see Huo Qiu's face.
"I just passed on the meal, but I haven't moved the chopsticks yet, can your Highness want to be together?"
Touching her open eyes, Huo Qiuwei was taken aback, then turned away from her gaze and pursed her lips.
Zhang Desheng, who has been following him and acting as a wooden person, saw his master Ziye's face, and hurriedly smiled: "Mother, Your Highness came from the study..."
The implication is to stay here for dinner.
Tang Zhuozhuo's palms were moisturized, and he ordered the maid to put on the tableware again. The man has a strong sense of existence. She turned her head to An Xia and said, "Also ask the small kitchen to cook a few more dishes that your Royal Highness loves."
Huo Qiu's actions stopped, the surprise flashed across his eyes, and the frost between his brows was shrouded again.
Otsu pays attention to food and sleep, so this meal is very quiet. Tang Zhuozuo ate a lot of leftovers from the cold palace in his previous life, and now he can feel some bitterness in his mouth. When I taste the delicious dishes, even the eyes are bright.
She was originally a glutton.
Huo Qiu wiped his hands with the kerchief after his meal, and his eyes fell on the woman who was not far away.
She has always been delicate when she eats, and her lips are stained with a little soup, and her lips become pink and extremely watery. Her small knuckles are holding the white jade spoon, and she sips it into her mouth. Huo Qiu's eyes suddenly see Silky smile.
Tang Zhuozuo naturally felt the man's scorching gaze, feeling a little at a loss for a while.
Wait a minute... How should I explain the morning incident?
The future Emperor Chongjian is not easy to fool.
The author has something to say: This heroine has a very rigid personality, which is completely different from Wen Liang. She is always in the air every day and hopes not to be scolded. (Amitabha)