Chapter 1: Cold palace

Autumn in the Otsu Dynasty is extremely cold, different from the cold winter wind, but a desolation of autumn leaves rolling, sobbing around in my heart very uncomfortable.
Today is a gloomy and cold day, and Lenggong is even more gloomy and clear, except for a few dead trees in front of the door rustling in the wind, not even a crow will fly here.
Tang Zhuozuo was lying on the shabby bed. She looked out the window and coughed violently. An Xia went out to fetch her water, and when she heard her coughing, she hurried back into the house and saw her. He looked a little frightened.
The woman lying on the thick solid wood slab bed was pale as paper, her thin face was not as big as a palm, her eyes softened as she had never seen before with her scattered long hair draped over her shoulders and head.
An Xia hurriedly handed over a veil, her face was full of worry.
Tang Zhuozuo's stomach turned over, pain and numbness. After his breathing calmed down, he took a look at the veil. The puddle of black blood was stained on the originally washed white Supa, and there was even a shape. Blood clot.
An Xia immediately covered her mouth and whimpered. She slumped down in front of Tang Zhuozuo, took the kerchief in her hand, and pleaded in a low voice: "Mother, you are all sick like this, go back and take care of your majesty. Please, slave and maid."
Tang Zhuozuo listened to her. There was no fluctuation in her eyes like clear water. He just lifted her arms as thin as dry wood and rubbed An Xia's head, and said slowly: "In the past few years, cough, cough, You have suffered with me."
An Xia squeezed the square kerchief so hard that it turned white, wiped away her tears and shook her head and said, "The maidservant treats the slave and maidservant very well, and the slave is not bitter."
After speaking, he hurriedly went out to wash the kerchief, and then brought in a basin of water: "Niang, you can rinse your mouth."
Tang Zhuozhuo tugged at the corner of his mouth, nodded slightly and smiled.
Dark clouds soon enveloped the sky of Lenggong, and it seemed that a storm was approaching. Tang Zhuozhuo's complexion was a little bit painful, and the clammy pain in her bones began to cause trouble again. Her black and shiny temples were a little wet because of forbearance, and even every breath was painful.
"An Xia, don't be busy and talk to me." Tang Zhuozhuo's voice was a little weak, but An Xia very obediently moved a small stool with half a leg missing and guarded Tang Zhuozhuo's bed.
Thinking of the sound of thunder outside, Tang Zhuozhuo glanced at it and pointed to the bare tree outside the window and said: "I still remember that when I just came in, this jujube tree grew very well, but it has become like this now."
Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, three years have really changed a lot of things.
An Xia followed her words with emotion, "The servant girl remembered that the maidservant had beaten the date with the servant girl once, and the sweetness was crispy."
Tang Zhuozuo's eyes darkened, and she had only entered the Leng Palace at that time. Her temperament was not a master who could be born in peace, and she did a lot of fun while suffering. But as she stayed for a long time, her enthusiasm, restlessness and anxiety all accumulated, as if she had changed.
She was born with a status of pampering and superiority. As soon as she got married, she was gifted by the first emperor to marry the prince, who is now Emperor Chongjian. When the first emperor died, she became the lord of the middle palace in the world of maternal rituals. Say.
But with such a noble status, she still entered the cold palace.
Tang Zhuozuo didn't know what he was thinking of, and he lifted a strand of long hair in his ear, smiling shyly: "I don't know how he's doing."
This long sigh brought some different emotions, but An Xia lowered her eyes and pursed her lips.
She naturally knew who Tang Zhuozhuo said he was, and it was precisely because of the little general of the Wang family that the empress was sent to the cold palace after a quarrel with her Majesty.
The most hateful thing is that the general king clearly knows the mind of the empress, and he has to tease him in every way. He has become a relative, and he has to mislead the empress to do stupid things, which is really hateful.
No wonder his Majesty was assigned to guard the grave in a remote area. It deserves it!
In the night, the rain poured down, Tang Zhuozhuo's quilt was wet and thin, and raindrops fell on Tang Zhuozhuo's face and hair.
She has suffered from these crimes more than once, and there is no other way besides suffering.
Only this time, she couldn't make it anymore, Tang Zhuo burned her throat with a smell of sweetness, her fingers moved slightly, and she couldn't make a sound, and her eyes gradually darkened.

In the Qianqing Palace, Emperor Chongjian just stopped writing. The incense burner in the temple was smoked with wood rosin from the Western Regions, smelling soothing and clear. He leaned on the large red sandalwood chair and listened to the patter of rain outside, indifferent. Ask: "Is it raining outside?"
The royal general has been with him for so many years, and he will look at his expression very well, and he will reply with a low yes.
Emperor Chongjin's well-knotted fingers gently pressed on the sideburns. Zhang Desheng hurriedly squeezed his shoulders on tiptoes. Seeing the tiredness between his cold eyebrows, he tentatively asked: "Your Majesty is worried about your mother?"
Emperor Chongjin's slender fingers paused, and the ice in his voice was even more biting than the rain outside: "You are more courageous now."
Zhang Desheng's breathing was stagnant, he slapped his mouth, lowered his head and dared not speak any more.
Your Majesty's already tough temper once again mentioned the one in the cold palace, no matter how good the mood is, he will become furious, it is impossible to say.
Zhang Desheng looked at the pouring rain outside, thinking that waiting for the meeting, the servants of the internal affairs office should send something to them. After all, this empress still occupies the main seat of the central palace, although she has entered the cold palace.
After your majesty did not make an order to abolish, that one was still the most noble master empress.
Zhang Desheng has been with Emperor Chongjian since he was a child, but now he is more and more unable to understand the emperor's thoughts.
If your Majesty still missed that one, he wouldn't admit it anyway. If there is no trace of affection, I would rather go to the wall courtyard of the cold palace for one night and one night.
But then I thought about that man in Lenggong's heart full of thoughts on the foreign man, and he couldn't help being silent.
At this moment, a little noise came from outside, sometimes mixed with the sound of whimpering.
Emperor Chongjian opened his eyes suddenly, a wave of irritation came from his heart, "Go outside and look."
Zhang Desheng naturally felt the impatience in his words, and went to the outer hall with a wave of dust.
"What's the matter? The emperor dared to make noises in front of him, so I don't want to kill you?"
He screamed and reprimanded, and the two people who had been arguing stopped.
One is the grand palace lady Su'er next to Concubine Zhong of Yili Palace. She still has a food box in her hand. Zhang Desheng glanced at it and understood in her heart that this sentiment was ordered to send a snack to her Majesty.
The other was wearing a very simple coat. A thin coat was soaked in the rain. There was still water dripping from the hair. He was embarrassed and didn't speak. He just knelt there with a lifeless face on his face. It's An Xia.
Su'er glanced at An Xia with disdain, and then quickly put on a smile, "Manager Zhang, the lady asked me to give your Majesty some homemade snacks."
Zhang Desheng gave a look, and the little father-in-law behind him took it. He smiled so deeply: "The miscellaneous family will be handed over to your majesty."
Su'er just returned with an umbrella.
Li Desheng sighed and helped An Xia, who was kneeling, up and said: "This is the temper of the Yili Palace. What did the empress give you when you came here?"
His attitude towards An Xia was pretty good. After all, he was an old man from the Prince's Mansion. In addition, Tang Zhuozhuo was kind to him before, so how could he give this face.
Seeing An Xia pursing his lips and not speaking, Zhang Desheng had to stand up and say, "Today, you may not be able to enter this hall. If your mother has anything to order, I can talk to your majesty and listen."
An Xia's voice is extremely low, and it can even blend into the patter of rain outside.
"The empress is gone." She said with difficulty, tears kept running, "the rain leaked in the house just now, I wanted to see the empress, only to find out..."
Zhang Desheng's finely lined face trembled, and the whisk in his hand could hardly be pinched, and he could no longer care about anything, so he grabbed An Xia and knelt into the hall.
Emperor Chongjian seemed to feel something, and his eagle-like eyes fell on An Xia's body, and a sense of anxiety suddenly appeared in his cold heart.

When Tang Zhuozuo was conscious again, she could only watch as she floated above her corpse. Lying on the rigid bed, her face was as pale as a female ghost, and her lips began to turn purple, not to mention the blood stains on the bed. Some can't stand it.
Is this...Is the soul out of the body?
Tang Zhuozuo looked at himself completely devoid of vitality, with some sadness in his eyes.
The women of Leng Palace, even if they still retain the title of queen, are mostly buried in haste.
Just when she thought about it, a bright yellow figure was like the wind before entering the dilapidated room, and at a glance she saw her lying silent on the bed, followed by An Xia, Zhang Desheng and others who stumbled.
Tang Zhuozhao opened his eyes wide, and didn't expect Emperor Chongjian to come to places like Lenggong.
I haven't seen him for three years. Emperor Chongjin still looks cold in his memory, but his eyes are a little red, and his powerful palms are clenched into fists.
The bright yellow dragon robe was soaked in the salty rain, and it became a little wrinkled. Tang Zhuozuo couldn't help but follow him behind him, unable to control his movements.
A large group of people knelt inside and outside the house, and even some well-informed concubines came, all kneeling in the rain outside, looking sad, Tang Zhuozuo heard it but there was no fluctuation.
Watching Emperor Chongjian wipe his cold corpse clean, even the black blood on the corners of his mouth was not let go, his expression was so scary, but his actions were like treating a world treasure.
Tang Zhuozhuo felt a little choking in his throat.
"I sent Wang Yi to guard the tomb. He married a wife three years ago. You still don't believe me in the end."
This was the first sentence Tang Zhuozuo heard Emperor Chongjian said. It was like a gust of wind, blowing the fluke at the bottom of her heart. It was obviously a void body, but she felt extremely cold all over.
"I have been waiting for you to come back, who knows that you are dead and would rather die in the cold palace."
There was a trace of rare fragility in the man's low voice, and it seemed to carry some kind of inexplicable spoiling.
Tang Zhuozuo had never seen Emperor Chongjian like this. He had always been a decisive king. Apart from his indifference and rage, she had never seen the expression beside him again. Now that he saw it, it was actually such a scene.
Her soul floated for a month, drifting to the desolate mausoleum of the imperial concubine in Jiangyuan, seeing Wang Yi cursing her secretly, and seeing the dozen or so aunts in his backyard.
It took only a few days to realize the illusion that hadn't been smoothed in the miserable days of Lenggong's three years. Looking back, she felt ridiculous.
Tang Zhuozuo returned to the palace and floated into the Qianqing Palace, watching the man she had never cared about secretly decadent, seeing the scroll of portraits he painted, and hearing the extremely uneasy voice in his dream.
Yes, when he hadn't fallen out before, he preferred to call her Jiaojiao in a dumb voice when it came to bedclothes.
She became weaker and weaker, and she could no longer go to other places. She was only looking at Emperor Chongjin in Qianqing Palace every day. When he criticized the memorial, she went up and took a look. The handwriting he wrote was very beautiful, but she didn’t. Understand government affairs.
On the last day, Tang Zhuozhuo's body was almost transparent. She finally felt a little regretful, and she probably understood why she had encountered such a strange thing as a soul out of her body.
Xu Shi Tian couldn't see it anymore, she was extremely glorious in her life, she couldn't understand people clearly when she came to her, and she was extremely desolate.
That night, Emperor Chongjian, who had become a lot thinner, carried his hands on his back, and looked at the flat portraits on the desk, all his sternness converged.
Tang Zhuozuo floated to his side and smelled a refreshing scent of mint. Emperor Chongjian stroked the person on the portrait and finally said, "Jiaojiao, I will be buried with you in a hundred years, okay?"
"I don't know if you will get angry again."
The man's somewhat helpless voice reached Tang Zhuozhuo's ears. She used all her strength, stretched out her hand and scratched his warm palm, and her eyes were completely darkened.