After dressing as an abusive female supporting character, I and the villain HE got together

Qihua was holding a 64-bone pine-chrysanthemum oil-paper umbrella, Yushu was holding a palace lantern in front, and Princess Chaoyang was walking briskly towards Yuehua Palace with a script book in her arms, stepping on the wet bluestone slab.

To go to Yuehua Palace, you have to pass through the Queen's Weiyang Palace. The Jinhua palace lantern in Yushu's hand illuminates the road under Chaoyang's feet, and he asks with some uncertainty: "Princess, there is... do you want to change the road?"

Chaoyang looked at her in surprise, not understanding why she said that. "In the past, when I went to find my mother and concubine, I had to go through this official path. Why can't I go today?"

"Slave made a slip of the tongue." Yushu lowered his head, the cold wind was blowing towards his face with rain, Chaoyang shrugged his nose, and his tone was rare with a hint of a lesson, "Yushu, don't say the same thing again in the future."

Just as the three of them turned around the entrance of Weiyang Palace, Chaoyang paused slightly.

Weiyang Palace is the palace where Empress Min De lived. In the night rain, the multi-storey pavilions of Weiyang Palace seemed to be shrouded in a layer of hazy water mist. Between the stone slabs, the red vermilion lacquered gate is dignified and majestic. Even if the palace has been empty for more than ten years, it is still the same as it was then, and even the paint color on the door is completely new.On the top of the gate of the palace hangs a plaque of black gold nanmu, and the inscription is the vigorous and powerful three characters, "Weiyang Palace".

Because Weiyang Palace and Yuehua Palace live next to each other, this palace road is full of people and people on weekdays. Whenever Chaoyang looks for Ling Guifei, he will glance at a singing white crane carved out of the indigo glazed tiles. The shape of the golden rooster is independent, each wing is brushed with phosphor powder, and even the lines of the feathers are lifelike, shining like gold no matter it is day or night.The white crane's black eyes stared straight at the sky, as if it was about to spread its wings and fly high in the next second.

--Unfortunately.

Chaoyang blinked slowly, with rain and mist hanging on his eyelashes, heavy like tears.She murmured softly in her heart: "Even though my mother has never been lucky enough to be at the knees of Huan Huan, Yu'er never dares to forget her mother for a day. Since then, she has been more diligent in serving her father, grandmother and concubine Lingmu."

The raindrops were cooling into the lungs, and the sun was looking up at the neck. After looking at the golden dome of the palace for the last time, I imagined that many, many years ago, there was a lot of people here, and the beautiful and gentle empress was here. Squatting under the leafy pine tree, teasing the chirping birds, laughing while teasing.The sun fell on her face warmly, as if covering her whole body with a brocade of light.

"Let's go." Chaoyang lowered his curled eyelashes, and stopped looking at Weiyang Palace, which was prosperous in the past but is no longer in good condition now.Since Empress Min De passed away, this palace has also become a dead thing.

As the light rain gradually subsided, Qi Hua stretched out her hand to dry in the air for a few moments, and after making sure that the rain had completely stopped, she closed her umbrella.

"His Royal Highness." The voice came from a distance along the wind. Chaoyang took a closer look and found that Eunuch Hu had already walked up to the three of them with his whisk. The real dragon emperor above, even the most powerful person in this palace, will give him three points of face when he sees him.

"Eunuch Hu?" Chaoyang's surprise disappeared in an instant, and she reacted almost instantly, "Father...? Isn't it in the Ming Auditorium to pay homage to Empress Min De?"

Director Hu looked kindly and kindly, and smiled at the astonished little princess: "Careful to chase after the end, Your Majesty and the imperial concubine haven't had a few drinks for a long time. This cold winter that has turned into ice is unbearable even for our family—" When the topic changed, Director Hu's eyes widened. Looking at Qi Hua sharply like an eagle, "How can you take care of your master? Don't you know how to add an extra coat for her?"

Qi Hua was taken aback. Don't look at Mr. Hu's always smiling appearance, but in this deep palace, the most feared person is not a person who looks the same, but a tiger with a smiling face. Knowing at which moment you can easily hold the lives of the people underneath.

"Eunuch Hu, don't blame her." Chaoyang took Qihua a step ahead and explained: "I just came from the Palace of Compassion and Ning, and I was anxious to come over when I heard that my mother and concubine are back. But the emperor is here, we No more fuss."

"By the way, father-in-law, don't report today's affairs." Chaoyang smiled politely and obediently, and walked back on the same path as the moonlight emerged from the clouds.

...

"Your Majesty. The rain has stopped. It's cool in the night, please go back, Your Majesty." Huayi held up the bamboo bone umbrella. She was much shorter than Concubine Ling, and her wrists were sore because of the stalemate in one movement.The meaning of the painting is that today in Minglu Garden, she got the attention of the noble concubine Ling, from a sweeping court lady to a first-class court lady of the seventh rank, she was grateful to the noble concubine Ling in her heart, and served her more carefully and carefully.

The imperial concubine seemed to have never heard of it, but stared blankly at a drop of crystal raindrop tremblingly dripping into the ground from the raised corner of the eaves. When the drop disappeared into nothing, she suddenly frowned.

Shuqing walked out from the front of the hall, took the bamboo bone umbrella held high in Huayi's hand, and signaled her to back down with his eyes.Huayi retreated in trepidation, before leaving, she glanced back inadvertently, and happened to see a bright yellow robe flying past, she was frightened out of her wits, was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by Shuqing's stern eyes.

She swallowed her words lazily, and quickly turned and trot back into the hall.

"Shu Qing." Ling Guifei's voice was cold and soft, like a piece of solid ice soaked in the bitter winter snow for many years, building a transparent wall for herself from the inside to the outside.In the past few years, her smile has become less and less. Shuqing sometimes waits by her side. In a trance, she feels that the current empress seems to have left the Weiyang Palace of Empress Min De, without a trace of turmoil and vitality, just like her. Her heart was buried with the death of Empress Minde thousands of days and nights ago.

Shuqing was brought here from Duke Xian's mansion, she behaved calmly and moved forward and retreated properly.What should be said and what should not be said are as clear as a mirror in her heart. Looking at the side face of the noble concubine, which is as calm as a deep abyss, she occasionally thinks of the days before the empress entered the palace and when Empress Min De was still alive .

At that time, the empress was still alive. She would be annoyed when she was angry, and she would laugh when she was happy. Although she didn't cry easily when she was sad, she could still make people feel a little bit of it.

Instead of being like now, she trapped herself firmly in the memories of the past, no one else could get in, and she couldn't get out.

Shuqing handed the bamboo bone umbrella to the little maid, she moved a few steps, stood at the vent where the cold wind was raging, and lowered her body slightly to shield her from the wind. "What are you looking at, ma'am?"

There were some unspeakable emotions in her eyes, and they were constantly messy if they couldn't be cleaned.Concubine Ling blinked her eyes very lightly, as if she wanted to blink away the drop of water in her pupils.

Concubine Ling stood in the middle of the flowerbed, trembling the flowers and leaves that were as high as her calves in the wind. She bent down slowly, and pinched a delicate flower petal with her white and thin fingertips.

"Shuqing. Begonias are blooming again."

This is the place where the entire Yuehua Palace is forbidden to enter without permission. Some people know it, but some people don't. This is a garden that His Majesty opened up many years ago to please her.Concubine Ling named it "Yingyue Garden", where only crabapples are planted, nothing else.

His Majesty paid a lot of money to hire the most famous gardener in the capital to take care of the crabapple flowers for her.However, after three generations of gardeners, no one has been able to cultivate the Jiangzhou crabapple species.

The noble concubine Ling raised her eyes, her eyes moved slightly under the bleak moonlight, she looked at the crabapple swaying in the wind with nostalgia, as if through the burning and blooming sea of ​​crabapple flowers, she saw someone who was left behind in the depths of time. people.

"En." Shuqing followed Ling Guifei's movements and squatted down. The fragrance of the crabapple flowers was very light, blended in the wet rain and the fragrance of the soil, like a deserted wilderness, and a high mountain where people live all year round. Unmelted frost and snow. "Your Majesty, do you remember the Empress Dowager?"

Concubine Ling didn't answer, she kept her finger down, pinched a branch of a flower, and mercilessly snapped off a crabapple.

"In this palace, after all, it's still too lonely."

Shu Qing was silent, "Your Majesty, the prince and the princess." She saw the imperial concubine Ling closing her eyes for a short while, with an expression that was almost too sad to speak. "His Royal Highness is lively, kind and warm. Today, Her Royal Highness invited De Chunyuan's theater troupe to the Palace of Compassion and Ning, and even sent food to the empress."

"..." Concubine Ling smiled coldly, she shook her head, and looked at the lifeless folded flower in her palm with empty and sad eyes.At night, a layer of damp and cold fog formed, and the petals were stained like a teardrop.

Ling Guifei's sigh was like the wind, light and invisible, and like a drop of water piercing a stone. After many years, she was too tired to fall down. "Chaoyang is a good boy."

Shu Qing lowered his head, thinking of something, suddenly said without thinking, "The emperor really loves the queen."

"What's the use of being affectionate?" Concubine Ling smiled, her smile was so fast that it was almost like a shooting star, unable to catch the tail drawn by the light belt.With hibiscus face and snow-white skin, she is a beauty who has been treated favorably by the years, but her eyes are empty, like an ancient well without waves, all emotions sink, and no one will see her bottom.

"Everything in the world is useless, it's affectionate."

Shuqing didn't say a word, and stepped steadily behind her. She raised her hands high and was about to salute, but the emperor waved her hand, cutting off her silent greeting.Shuqing didn't look up, passed the figure of the Son of Heaven under the moon, no one followed behind Minghuang's robe, and bowed down with a clear heart.

The sound of footsteps returned to silence, causing the imperial concubine to straighten out the rain and mist on the petals on the skirt, and slowly stood up.Her figure is slender and thin, and the corners of the thin skirt are like waves, letting the wind gradually mess up her neat temple hair.A branch of crabapple crossed her temples, which was the one she had just broken off.

The emperor stood with his hands behind his back, always keeping a step away from her.

"Arou. Here I come."

The imperial concubine Ling did not turn her head back, she let out a soft smile that lingered in the wind, with a hint of sadness that could not be detected, "Your Majesty is coming."

Looking at each other speechlessly, the emperor pressed his tired brows, and thousands of words were stuck in his throat. The silence between the two was not comparable to the gradually noisy wind.

"..." The emperor followed her ecstasy and fell on the sea of ​​begonia flowers. He actually didn't know why he came to see her tonight, but when he learned that she had gone to Minglu Garden again for many years to serve Min De. When the queen released a paper kite, the depressed breath in her heart could not be suppressed. The emperor looked for the reason, and finally found the Yuehua Palace. "The begonias in your garden bloom so well."

"Yes." Concubine Ling turned around, and the eyes of the two collided in mid-air as if they were confronting each other. She squinted her eyes and only stared at his slightly damp skirt.

—Is he walking in such a hurry?

This idea popped up absurdly, but she suppressed it silently.

The rain stopped for half a stick of incense, and the corner of the robe with the bright yellow dragon pattern was obviously soaked in a dark color.

"It's a pity." Ling Guifei smiled expressionlessly, mechanically as if someone had pulled an invisible silk thread around her mouth. "This crabapple blooms so well, and no one appreciates it with me anymore."

After she finished speaking, she folded her arms indifferently. This action usually has a hint of self-esteem, but the emperor grew up with her childhood sweetheart, and knew that she was subconsciously defensive and vigilant.

He wanted to laugh a little, but closed his eyes in pain.

"Arou, you..."

"Your Majesty." The noble concubine Ling tilted her head, with a cold sneer on the corner of her mouth, a waning moon was covered by clouds and mists, and the faint light was reflected against the big red palace lantern hanging on the palace gate. The halo is like paint that has been fused together, making it even more bleak to the eye.

"Begonia, heartbroken and homesick."

The concubine made the arc of her lips hang down, the wind was so loud that it sounded like someone was wailing and crying in the eternal day, one sound after another, beating heavily on her heart like a wave, as if a lonely soul could not find its way home.

The emperor looked at her half-smiling appearance, silently waiting for the next sentence.

"—the meaning is really unknown." She flicked her temples and finally met the emperor's eyes.

"The gardener is useless, he can't breed Jiangzhou's variety." She paused, her smile deepened suddenly, and the words she said were Shura Hell: "It's better... use his blood to sacrifice this full Begonias in the garden."

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