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The master of the Yunque Pavilion, Concubine Chen, is good at blending incense, and the fragrance of the four seasons in the palace is scattered, so she is deeply favored by the emperor, but she did not expect that she had all the favors accumulated in one body but did not know what to do, and even secretly communicated with the forbidden guards of the palace, because there was a certificate of Concubine Chen's own sachet, which was irreproachable. Such acts have brought shame to the entire royal family, and the crimes are extremely evil, and the nine tribes should be cursed. However, the emperor was concerned about the old feelings, and only gave the death of Concubine Chen and her son with a secret will, preserving the imperial family and the honor of Concubine Chen.
The fragrance wafted through the room, melting into a touch of bloody sweetness, and bringing out a strange fragrance. The two elderly palace people pressed her hands and feet with all their strength, and their eyes were confused, not daring to look at her directly. She struggled desperately, trying to open her mouth wide to take another breath of air, but the white silk around her neck tightened tighter and tighter, so tight that even the air she inhaled did not give a gap to pass through, and finally, after a low, almost inaudible moan, she stopped struggling and fell softly to the ground.
The old palace man also collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, and his eyes moved to the side holding the trembling child in the corner of the table, looked at each other, and sighed: "What about the little prince?" ”
"Cut the grass and remove the roots!" The original words of the secret purpose were relayed, and the two only felt a chill in their hearts.
"That... That..." There are enough ghosts in the backyard of this deep palace, why hurt a child? Besides, they really can't get their hands on it.
"That..." Looking at each other again, both of them saw timidity and intolerance in each other's eyes, and quickly looked away, and had a plan in their hearts.
The next day, the clan office posted a notice: the tenth prince died violently, and his birth mother, Concubine Liu, died of excessive grief and the whole country was mourned.
In front of the notice outside the imperial city, a small figure slowly melted into the crowd, and under the cover of the wide bucket, there seemed to be tears flickering...
(i)
On a hot summer afternoon, a cool breeze blowing from the inner lake passed through the blossoming royal garden, so that Du Chun'er, who was walking through the flowers in the blazing sun, could not help but look up, cover her forehead with her hands, raise her eyes to look at the bright sun, and then look at the flowers in the vine basket, think a little, put away the delicate flower scissors in her hand, and get up to leave the garden where she had stayed for several hours.
In the distance, there was a maid walking quietly. With a flick of the corner of her eye, she stopped, bowed her head and stood by the side of the road, waiting for the crowd to come to her, and gently knelt down: "The slave has seen the noble concubine Niangniang." ”
The elegant smell of fragrant flowers struck, and Mei Guifei, dressed in a dark red light gauze palace dress, stepped in front of her head without stopping, but when her eyes swept over the rattan basket she was carrying and the flowers in the rattan basket, she was slightly stunned and couldn't help but look at her more.
? The clever handmaiden behind her whispered close to her, wondering how the lowly maid could get the master to look at her more.
With a slight smile at the corner of her lips, Mei Guifei shook her head lightly, and the delicate and noble steps shook out of a beautiful arc, but there was a hint of meaning that outsiders could not see through in the eyes of the water.
Until the crowd walked away, Du Chun'er slowly got up, but her black and white eyes stared directly at the dark red figure disappearing, and she turned around and headed for the Rain Butterfly Pavilion in the southeast direction.
She is a newly entered palace maid and is sent to the Rain Butterfly Pavilion to serve the unfavored Yin Guiren. She was not allowed to enter this royal garden on weekdays, but today was an exception. Only because the Beggars Festival was approaching, the Emperor somehow heard about the customs of the folk Beggars Festival, and instructed the internal servants to pass on the decree to spend the Beggars Festival with the concubines in the harem. Those women who were locked up in the inner court of the deep palace on weekdays had easily obtained such an opportunity to see the emperor, so they took action one after another and dressed themselves up deliberately. Even the Royal Garden, a place that ordinary palace women could not go to on weekdays, was opened by the women of the harem.
Du Chun'er came to pick flowers for Yin Guiren. After a few hours, only a few dozen flowers were picked, and it was no wonder that the noble concubine could not help but look at her.
Bamboo is planted outside the Rain Butterfly Pavilion, which also shows a bit of shade in the hot summer. A few simple old things were cleanly packed, and Yin Gui sat at the small table in the inner room wearing a medium coat, with a large wooden barrel in the middle of the inner room, and two other maids were pouring hot water into the barrel.
Seeing her come in, Yin Guiren got up first, "What? Found it? ”
"Found it, master." Bowing down in salute, Chun'er nodded in reply, as if she did not see the joy that suddenly appeared on the master's face, she carried the rattan basket and lifted the curtain into the small room attached to the inner room.
Yin Guiren urged the maid to add water even more urgently. Her body is slender, her face is delicate and feminine, her long hair is draped at the moment, there is no fat powder, and she shows a little bit of weakness that I see pity, and she is a full-fledged beauty. But in this harem, it is not enough to attract the eyes of the emperor and have a beautiful appearance. Therefore, she needs Du Chun'er's help.
Just like Princess Mei.
However, more than a year ago, Princess Mei Guifei, like her, was just a nobleman who could not see the emperor all year round, and spent all day in this room, sitting and waiting for the white head. Unexpectedly, one day the emperor happened to pass by here, smelled a faint fragrance, and since then he has been fascinated by the fragrance, so that people almost went through the entire harem, and finally found that the fragrance came from the residence of the Mei nobles at that time. It is said that Mei Gui was born strange, since the day of birth, he has been carrying a fragrance, but he is the reincarnation of the flower god, who can bring good fortune to the country and the emperor, and since then Mei Gui has been favored by the emperor and is proud of the harem in the case of the back seat hanging empty.
But, since birth with a faint fragrance? Reincarnation of the Flower God? Yin Guiren sneered. Mei Guifei is what origin she knows best, she and she even if not two small guesses, but also grew up together, they were selected as show girls together, together into the palace, living in the same palace for more than two years, Mei Guifei this flower god only began a year ago from the beggar festival.
She still vividly remembered last year's Beggars Festival, which was also a hot summer day, and there was a slight coolness after nightfall. The Liren Pavilion where they lived at that time was at the westernmost part of the entire imperial palace, separated from the Capital Avenue by only one wall, and that night they lay on the wall to watch the people coming and going on the street, looking at a pair of pairs of ordinary people who were happy, and the two looked at each other and sighed.
As the night grew darker, she couldn't bear to go back to the house to sleep first, and Mei Guiren coveted the bustle outside the wall and stayed alone at the head of the wall. But when she got up the next day, she found that Mei Guiren had not returned to the house at all, and there was no trace of rest in the bed. She was extremely worried, hiding from everyone to come to the wall, carefully searching, and finally came to a conclusion: Mei Guiren climbed out of the wall and left the palace.
At that time, she was very scared, for a few days she did not dare to go out, and three meals a day were only delivered to the door, for fear that someone would find mei Guiren missing. After about five days of such fear, it was also in the middle of the night, Mei Guiren suddenly returned, mysterious, and did not say a word about her disappearance for a few days, and since then, she began to have a taste of elegance and fragrance, which was unforgettable.
It was not until she took the position of a noble concubine and moved to the Yilan Hall that she vaguely learned from the private discussions of the palace people that Mei Guiren somehow met a perfumer who concocted the unique fragrance in the world for her, and could emit the fragrance for a long time, thus creating the "flower god".
Where did you meet? Of course, he met when he escaped from the palace!
Once, she wanted to expose her in front of the emperor, but she couldn't see the emperor at all. In the midst of jealousy, frustration, and frustration, she almost thought she was going crazy. But after all, heaven pitied her, and even let her find Du Chun'er among the new palace girls, a girl who could also perfume.
She had smelled the spices concocted by Du Chun'er, elegant and indifferent, seemingly nothing, completely different from the rich taste of Mei Guifei's body, but it was equally unforgettable. She was sure that during the Beggars Festival, as long as the emperor could smell it, he would be fascinated by her.
Definitely.
Thinking of this, she could no longer sit still, and got up to check Du Chun'er's actions in the small room, but saw her lift the curtain and come out, and there was a dull juice in the crystal bowl in her hand, shaking with her moving steps.
"Ready?" Yin Guiren greeted him, but he couldn't help frowning. At such a close distance, the contents of the crystal bowl did not have the slightest aroma overflow, how can we achieve the effect of lasting fragrance?
Bowing down, Du Chun'er did not answer, only quickly moved to the side of the barrel, took the crystal bowl gently tilted, the thick liquid slowly flowed, dripping into the steaming water, only for a moment, the light and attacking fragrance began to drift, making people feel refreshed, as if they were in the spring grassland, surrounded by unknown wildflowers, and the comfort of the breeze made people feel comfortable in their hearts.
"This... This..." Yin Guiren was pleasantly surprised, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak.
After the third drop of liquid was dripped, Du Chun'er put away the crystal bowl and bowed down to salute: "Master, when you are bathing, drop three drops of perfume, even if you are sweating, the fragrance around you will still last forever." As he spoke, he handed the crystal bowl in his hand to Yin Guiren.
"It's amazing." Carefully reaching out to take the crystal bowl and handing it to the palace maid next to her, Yin Guiren lifted her up, lovingly held her, walked to the side of the soft collapse, sat down together, and looked at her, "What this palace promised you will surely come true." ”
Looking at the smile in those beautiful eyes, Chun'er was silent. No matter what, this deep palace she came in, then everything has already begun to run, whether it is realized or not, it is only a matter of time.
(ii)
The apse of the Temple of Yilan is a bath built on a natural hot spring, separated by layers of silk satin. Princess Mei Guifei had just gotten up from the spring water, and immediately a maid came forward with a bath towel and clothes to take care of it. Outside the silk satin loomed people waiting.
Stretching out her arms and letting the maid take care of her hair and clothes, Mei Guifei raised her voice to the people outside: "It is quite interesting to meet a maid in the royal garden today." ”
No answer. Mei Guifei smiled lightly. He is such a cold temperament, not much to say, not to say anything, so that she can rely on and trust.
"The maid picked up the incense." Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the person outside the silk satin looking up at her, and Princess Mei couldn't help but smile a little. "She can also perfume, right?" He once said that plum fragrance is the most important spice in perfumery, without which she would not become a flower god. Was the maid a coincidence?
"By coincidence." A cool voice, a calm tone. Emperor Fu Cangshu lowered his eyebrows.
"Well, I think so." Nodding her head slightly, Princess Mei sat down in front of the bronze mirror, the maid stepped forward to pull up her cloud-like hair, and another person held a small crystal bowl that emitted the heat and aroma of the body, along her white neck and hair, and the fragrance was instantly intense, lining the pink cheeks and watery eyes that had just come out of the bath, and it was like the reincarnation of the flower god.
He was also attracted to her appearance, right? The bottle of spices that changed her fate was his ancestral treasure, but he gave it to her when he first saw her. There was a moment when she wanted to go with him, but her reticence and hesitation changed everything.
"Tonight the moon is clear, the most suitable for agarwood as the base, with the light and elegant of the night incense, will be able to cover the atmosphere of a hundred flowers." Lifting the curtain, Huang Fu Cangshu handed over the small porcelain bottle in his hand, and his handsome and slightly pale face showed a bit hazy and unreal under the illumination of the palace lamp, and his eyes were heavy, but he did not dare to look directly at her.
Princess Mei looked up at him, something was hidden between her eyebrows, she opened her lips to say, but stopped again, and finally only sighed quietly.
Speechless. The wind outside the temple rose and the silk drapery fluttered, stirring up her long sideburns and slightly blowing away the strong aroma that surrounded her.
"Cangshu, do you hate me?" For a long time, she asked.
No answer. Eyes still low. Emperor Fu Cangshu performed a slight salute and turned to exit the inner sanctum. During the day, the majestic palace is hung with various lanterns, ribbons and red blessing bags, and the palace ladies dressed in colorful clothes shuttle back and forth with the internal attendants, just like the prosperity on the street outside the palace, but they are less lively and comfortable. He glanced at the ribbon and the blessing bag one by one, hoping to find the white plum in his memory.
Does he hate her? Damn it, he was a little weak, and couldn't help but rub his cheeks hard. On that day of beggars' day, she stood with her head up under a blessing tree in a white gauze dress, and her slightly childish face was somewhat curious, some envious, some self-pitying, some self-suffering, and even something that could melt in his heart. He stopped and looked up with her at the blessing tree full of blessing bags and ribbons until the night was gone. They rubbed their sore necks and looked at each other, and he nodded in salute, and she bowed her head shyly.
As soon as she looked down, her eyes fluttered, and she smiled slightly when she glanced at him, bright as a star, instantly illuminating his world, but also pushing him to the edge of the cliff.
She is a palace person who climbs over the wall, and eventually returns to the deep wall inner garden of the palace. He knew what kind of world it was, and the result of not being able to leave her was that he was also trapped in this quagmire.
Hate? hate. But I can't help myself from love. She knows, right?
The moon is as full as a silver plate, and the entire imperial garden is as bright as day. The heat of the day has dissipated, and the coolness of the night has added a bit of style.
The concubines of the palaces who were deliberately dressed up stood on the flowers, and each of them was more delicate than the flowers, and the royal garden was more full of flowers. Everyone waited with bated breath for the holy lord to arrive.
But he heard a warbler laughter coming from far and near, "Your Majesty, here... Over here...... yes...... It's dangerous... Your Majesty, here..."
"Haha, look at you!" What followed was the majestic voice they were accustomed to, but at the moment they were carrying a different kind of pampering.
Everyone looked at each other. Immediately, a rich fragrance struck, with some different elegance, instantly suppressing the floral fragrance of the garden. Princess Mei Guifei in full costume smiled and stepped into the imperial garden, she was followed by a trembling palace attendant, and finally appeared the emperor, a bright yellow silk paw covered his eyes, and the internal servant carefully followed him to protect him.
The emperor and Mei Guifei, they actually play hide-and-seek like a folk couple?
The queen concubines suddenly showed different embarrassments on their faces, and their stomachs were not full of taste. This beggar festival also seemed to have become only a beggar festival between Mei Guifei and the emperor in an instant.
With her eyes wandering, Mei Guifei took in the expressions of the crowd and couldn't help but feel a little more proud on her face. To stand out among the three thousand beauties in this harem, it is not necessary to have extraordinary means, and sometimes the emperor longs for nothing more than ordinary marital love.
While laughing, she deliberately waved her sleeve to make the fragrance more intense, and at the same time shouted: "Your Majesty, here, here!" The emperor, who was still a little confused, sniffed hard and laughed and chased in her direction.
"Look at you!" Reaching out, almost grabbing her sleeve, Mei Guifei naturally let out a soft scream, and then dodged away, spilling a smile on the ground, which provoked the emperor to chase all the way.
In the middle of the commotion, I only heard a "Oops", followed by the emperor's laughter: "Haha, I have caught it, see where you are going this time?" Zhi triumphantly pulled off the silk paw, but he was stunned, and what he was holding in his arms was not Princess Mei, but the fragrance that lingered around him was more elegant than Princess Mei.
"You are..." The emperor raised an eyebrow, and his middle-aged countenance was well maintained, looking good and young.
Yin Guiren broke free in a panic, leaned down and knelt down, and looked frightened and trembling: "Concubines should be damned, offend the emperor, please forgive the emperor!" The low-hanging face was full of panic.
"Heads up!" Majestic commands, not by people do not follow.
Yin Guiren's weak body stiffened slightly, slowly looking up, there were tears sliding down her delicate face, looking miserable in the silver and white moonlight, just like the night incense blooming next to her, quietly spitting out the fragrance.
"Your scent..." The emperor was slightly stunned, ignoring the concubine who pounced on him and held him, and his eyes remained persistently on Yin Guiren's face.
"Concubines... Concubines have loved to eat flowers and plants since childhood, and over time, they have this fragrance all around them. With a slight pause, she timidly raised her arm and let the pink-green silk slip down, "Your Majesty does not believe it, but you can smell this smell, it is with some grass aroma." ”
Involuntarily, the emperor sniffed lightly, and a smile appeared on his face, "Indeed." ”
"Emperor!" Princess Mei called out, almost the whole person was attached to the emperor's body, before she reluctantly pulled back the emperor's gaze and smiled, "Mei'er, you flower god can find sisters, one born, one nurtured, two immortals!" The implication could not be more obvious.
Mei Guifei's eyes flickered, but her face smiled as old as ever, and she said in a soft voice, "Who calls Your Majesty the Ninth Five-Year-Old, all the immortals in this world should be borne by Your Majesty!" Turning to Yin Guiren, who was still kneeling, he smiled sincerely: "My sister is really a fairy, who feeds on flowers and plants, but she has never heard of it." ”
"What the concubine said is true!" Bowing his head, Yin Guiren looked extremely frightened and despicable.
"Who says you're not telling the truth?" Princess Mei smiled and turned to the emperor to say, "Well, Your Majesty, tell her to get up, don't miss the good time of begging." ”
"Yes." Holding out his hand to signal her to get up, the emperor looked around at the concubines, "Let's pray together." ”
When the words fell, the emperor looked up and laughed, full of pride, and walked to the blessing tree with Concubine Mei's shoulders ready to pray. The palace people who knew the opportunity came forward and mixed up Yin Guiren and sent them to the emperor's side.
In the crowd, Du Chun'er always looked at all this coldly. The harem competed for favors, she was the first time to see, and the danger in this did not say that she knew it. Princess Mei was a long-sleeved dancer, and the shadow of the sword and light flashing in her verbal smile was probably more intense than yin Guiren's feelings. But it was this woman who ruined her life.
Has he ever seen her like this?
(iii)
Everything is expected and seems unexpected.
Yin Guiren was favored by the emperor and was named a lady concubine, and the holy one was given the title of "Fragrant Concubine", and he received countless rewards such as pearls, jade, silk and satin. Originally, the Rain Butterfly Hall of the Menkrol Bird was in the city every day, and the women in the harem visited endlessly every day, some luckily wanted to see the emperor's side, and some were inspired by Mei Guifei to stir up dissension.
Du Chun'er was silently interspersed among the palace people, secretly guessing when Mei Guifei would come to the door, but she was never allowed to see her. I couldn't help but wonder a little more in my heart.
As a human being, Princess Mei will not give up so well. Even if he were a man, he would not be so good.
Perfumers, the first center of gravity. The heart is right, the incense will be sweet. In the royal garden, Du Chun'er held a rattan basket to find a suitable use among the flowers, and silently recited the court training in her heart.
"Is that you?" A clear voice sounded from the top of her head, and she looked up.
The tall thin figure looked down at her with the sun on her back, and she couldn't see his face clearly. But the blue robe was familiar to her, and the few tubes of green bamboo at the corner of the robe were twisted and ugly, which was the masterpiece of her young female red when she was not yet mature.
The heart, the uncontrolled wild beat. She looked up at him dumbfounded, not knowing how to answer.
"Jasmine is the base, no chantillian." Who taught you these? His voice was low, but it revealed a touch of oppression. She blinked, as if to see the furrowed eyebrows on his handsome face, and a sharpness in his starry eyes, just as he had when he rebuked her.
Her silence made him furrow his brows even more. He had only just come from Princess Mei's Yilan Hall, and the room was full of damaged spices mixed together, emitting a rich smell of smoke. The first time he saw Princess Mei so angry, he almost destroyed the entire Yilan Hall, and he was stabbed by a pair of scissors that flew over, although it did not hurt the point, he was in pain.
"By coincidence, eh?" At that time, Princess Mei raised an eyebrow and glared at him, and the fierce and strange in her eyes did not dare to look directly.
Just as a mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, the flower god and the fragrant concubine will not be compatible in this harem. The so-called young eat flowers and plants and produce body fragrance, not without it, but it is definitely not Yin Shufei. Mei Guifei knew Yin Shufei as well as she did about her. Then this little palace person is the key to Yin Shufei's perfume.
"What's your name?" Patiently, Emperor Fu Cangshu asked again.
What is still possible is silence. The little palace man looked up at him in such a daze. She has an ordinary face, in this beautiful harem, people do not have the desire to look again, but there are a pair of smart eyes, as pure as the blue sky overhead, and there is no half of the harem woman's scheming and fighting.
Looking at it with such eyes, Cang Shu felt that his heart had been violently knocked down, and the pain was raw, and the wound on the shoulder blade that had just been bandaged by the imperial doctor also began to hurt fiercely.
Seeing that the child did not answer his meaning, Cangshu shook his head and sighed, and turned away. With Mei Guifei's shrewdness and scheming, this child was afraid that he would not be able to survive in this harem. His heart ached again.
He didn't even remember her! Du Chun'er stared at his fading back in amazement, and stood up to stop him, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a sneaky figure hiding in the peony blossom bush.
It is the palace person of the Yilan Hall.
Du Chun'er retracted his gaze, and the scissors in his hand mercilessly cut the precious flowers in the imperial garden, covering the incense and jasmine in the rattan basket, and squatted down to pick a Cangshu before leaving.
In the Rain Butterfly Pavilion, Mei Guifei was impressively present. Du Chun'er gave the gift, but heard Mei Guifei laugh and said, "Is this the child that my sister is talking about?" It looks very small. ”
"Yes, she is a new maid in the palace, and she knows some perfumery, but where is she comparable to the perfumer for her sister?" Yin Shufei responded in a low voice, her tone humble and timid.
Du Chun'er felt a chill in his heart.
"My sister is such a blessing." Mei Guifei smiled, but her gaze fell on Du Chun'er, sharp as if to penetrate her, and the atmosphere was abruptly silent, and the depression was uncomfortable.
Du Chun'er knelt stiffly on the ground, not daring to make the slightest movement. She hadn't thought about such a situation, but she had never thought it would be so fast. No wonder yesterday a Concubine Yin urged her to prepare new fragrant semen. No wonder he didn't dare to recognize her. It turned out that I had known that there would be such a show. Princess Mei's personality, he is not unknown, but he just stands by and watches. She was far less important to him than Princess Mei.
She smiled miserably, and her heart was desolate.
After half a day, Mei Guifei got up and left, and Yin Shufei said goodbye in silence, but came back and helped her up attentively. Du Chun'er smiled faintly, not daring to let her see the loneliness and heart death in her eyes.
That night, Du Chun'er was intercepted on her way back to the house to rest, and she did not resist in the slightest, and was blindfolded and took her to an unknown hut.
She often heard the old palace people say that the people in the harem were mysteriously missing, and when it was her turn, she didn't feel panicked and afraid. The cyan figure appeared in front of him again. He thought he was hiding everything well, he thought she would never know everything as long as he didn't say it, he was wrong.
She is a beggar who grew up on the street, and since she understands things, she knows how to observe words and colors, knows how to look at people's faces, and guess people's minds. When he first appeared before her, she saw in his eyes his loneliness and pain. So when he asked her if she would like to go home with him, she agreed without hesitation.
He changed her name, taught her to read, taught her to know herbs and herbs, but perfumed her behind her back. He thought she didn't know anything, but he didn't know that she already knew how to steal the teacher. She knew all the steps of his perfume and knew his name.
Cangshu. The taste is sweet and bitter, but it has a peculiar fragrance.
Just like him.
The small cloth bag he deliberately hid contained a jade pendant carved with a five-clawed dragon, wrapped in bright yellow satin, and the dark blood stains on the satin seemed to tell a carnage that people could not bear to witness. She secretly asked a lot of people to know that it was something special for the royal family.
At that moment she burst into tears of pain. The most in the royal family is not the glory and wealth that the people envy, but the brutality and ruthlessness under the intrigue. It was also at that moment that she decided to spend her life with him, to be good to him for the rest of her life. Until he left her and entered the palace to become Princess Mei's exclusive perfumer.
Everyone said that he was a toad who wanted to eat swan meat and wanted to fight with the emperor for a woman. Some people even bet on when he would be beheaded. She didn't believe it, and she didn't dare to believe it. She felt that there must be a reason for him to behave in this way. And she will definitely help him.
She waited at the gate of the palace for three months, and only then did she wait for him to go out of the palace to buy spices. She remembered that the sun was shining that day, and she squinted at him riding on a horse in a white robe, handsome and free, and if it weren't for the pain hidden in those eyes, she almost thought he wasn't the Emperor Cangshu she knew.
She stopped in front of his horse and asked him, "Why?" "There was his most painful memory in the palace, but he still chose to return to the palace, was it really for the woman he would never get?"
Huang Fu Cangshu looked at her lightly, there was pain in his eyes, there was struggle, and there was vulnerability that he did not want her to see. After a long time, he said, "I want revenge." "After saying that, I rode away.
Du Chun'er watched him go away for a long time. His silence and hesitation made her see what was in his heart. He, very contradictory. He had love for that woman, but he also had hate. He was full of hatred for the man in the palace, but he also had the love he desperately wanted to get. He was like a donkey on a leash, unable to find his way.
But, revenge? Is he really going to do that?
Remembering his hesitation and silence at that time, Du Chun'er couldn't help but smile. Revenge, he couldn't do it, but she could do it.
"Mother-in-law, people are inside." The deliberately muffled voice outside the door was tinged with some nervousness. Du Chun'er couldn't help but laugh again. She wasn't scared anymore, what were those people afraid of?
"Irrigation." The low, cold voice is not emotional, with the characteristic delicacy of Princess Mei.
Someone opened the lock, someone entered the door, someone pinched her chin, there was a bitter and difficult liquid poured into her throat, too late to swallow, she coughed out, and someone came in and pinched her nose, and poured the bowl of potion into her mouth, forcing her to swallow.
Softly fell to the ground, and the pain slowly spread throughout the body. Du Chun'er felt that her consciousness was becoming more and more unclear and blurred, but she held on, perhaps, he would come to see her for the last time.
There were bells ringing in the ears, footsteps were chaotic, and the palace people were running and calling. Chun'er shook her head vigorously, trying to get rid of the confusion and blur in her brain, but to no avail.
Outside the door, a loud cry suddenly came out: "Noble Concubine Niangniang, the emperor has died!" ”
Chun'er's spirits were lifted, and she wanted to laugh, but there was a sharp pain in her abdomen, and she hung her head down, and an unformed smile froze on her lips.
(iv)
The emperor died suddenly in the Yudi Pavilion, and Yin Shufei was suspected of plotting to kill the emperor, and was punished by Ling Chi and the Nine Tribes. All the concubines of the harem who had no heirs were martyred.
Because the former emperor did not establish a crown prince, the sons of the royal family frequently launched wars and assassinations in the struggle for the throne, and the country was in turmoil, and the people were not happy. Later, the ministers could not bear to see the death of the country, and supported the son of the former emperor who was scattered among the people as the emperor, and the struggle for the throne began to stop.
It is said that the emperor of the dynasty was once a folk perfumer, making good use of Cangshu into incense, and the fragrance was unparalleled in the world.
In the apse of the Yilan Hall, a large brass lock locks a hut. Emperor Fu Cangshu was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, looking up at the blue sky, his expression was focused and sad.
In his hand, there was a crystal porcelain bottle with a dark liquid flowing in it. This bottle of fragrant semen was prepared by Du Chun'er for Yin Shufei, and the material used was only known to him.
Jasmine is the bottom, no incense, Cangshu is supplemented, and the incense is secondary.
Xu xiang, also known as mochi incense, was born in Kawazawa, which is rare in the world; there is a different fragrance, aphrodisiac, which can make the heart beat faster, and when the smell is strong, it can kill people.
(End)
(The title of the original book is "Smelling Fragrance and Knowing Beauty")