Ge Bi thought he was depressed and couldn't help but chuckle. "Serves you right."
Then, the three of them huddled together and talked for a while. The two women fell asleep one after another. After all, they were on their period and their backs were sore. Coupled with the alcohol, they were naturally more sleepy than usual.
However, this was hard on Song Qingshu. He had planned to chant the Ice Heart Sutra a few times to calm his restless body, but there were a pair of beautiful sisters lying on his left and right. The air was filled with the unique fragrance of the two women, which made him feel even more restless.
After trying hard for an hour, Song Qingshu finally gave up. Not only did he not calm down, but he also became more and more restless.
"Thanks to the existence of internal energy in this world, my physical fitness is far better than ordinary people. Otherwise, I would have been crippled in my previous life." Song Qingshu was very glad.
Feeling that it couldn't go on like this, Song Qingshu gently picked up Wanyan Ping's arms and thighs and put them aside. He put on his clothes and went out to walk in the Imperial Garden.
"Although they are biological sisters, their temperaments are completely different." Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh. From their sleeping positions, it could be seen that Ge Bi was so gentle and virtuous even when she was asleep. She lay obediently at the side, while Wanyan Ping was much more carefree. She would throw her arms and hands around when she slept.
Being blown by the cool wind outside, Song Qingshu didn't feel as uncomfortable as before. His boiling blood also showed signs of calming down, so he planned to walk in the garden and enjoy the wind to blow away the drunkenness and desire before going back.
Breathing in the fresh night air, Song Qingshu's mood became calmer and calmer. Suddenly, he heard a faint and elegant sound of a zither. Previously, because he had to pretend to be the zither master, Zhao Weiyi, he had been specially trained by Zhao Min in zither skills. He could hear that the person playing the zither was skilled, and the sound of the zither revealed a kind of loneliness and coldness.
Song Qingshu frowned. "It's so late now, and there's actually someone playing the zither without sleeping. Could it be an imperial concubine? However, empresses and concubines' zither music would at most have feelings of bitterness and not this kind of death. "
Song Qingshu could tell that the person playing the zither was not in a normal state of mind, so he only hesitated for a moment before walking in the direction of the sound.
After a while, Song Qingshu stopped outside the Cold Palace. He was puzzled. "People from the Cold Palace?" In this case, it was not strange. The women in the Cold Palace had no hope at all, so it was normal for them to want to die.
Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to go and take a look. As the saying goes, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-storied pagoda. Now that he was in charge of the Imperial Palace, if he met any pitiful and desperate palace maid, he could let her out of the Imperial Palace and restore her freedom.
At this time, in a room in the Cold Palace, a young woman in palace attire faintly sighed. She left the zither table and slowly came to a wall. She pulled open the cover outside, revealing the spirit tablet inside.
The young woman stretched out her slender hand and gently stroked the memorial tablet as she quietly said, "Tigu Nai, if you knew this day would come, why did you act in the first place?" Although the young woman's clothes were clearly exquisite and made of high-quality materials, the color was extremely plain, without a trace of bright red or purple.
"I don't know how you're doing down there, but according to the sins you committed when you were alive, I'm afraid you'll be sent to the eighteenth level of hell …" As the young woman spoke, a trace of tears unconsciously slid down her elegant face.
"I don't think the King of Hell will find some female ghosts to serve you. You had countless women when you were alive, so you probably aren't used to it after death." The young woman stroked the memorial tablet again and again. "Last night, you told me in my dream to burn a few paper palace maids for you. You really haven't changed."
"Do you think I'll burn them for you?" The more the young woman spoke, the angrier she became. She pretended to smash the memorial tablet on the ground, but in the end, she couldn't bear to really do it. She placed the memorial tablet back on the table, a deep sadness on her face. "Forget it, I've also done something wrong to you."
As if recalling something from the past, the young woman's slightly pale face suddenly flushed red. "Speaking of which, it's all your fault. If you hadn't coveted his wife, how could you have harmed me …" "I really hated you at the beginning, but now that so much time has passed, I've come to accept everything.
There's no longer any enmity between husband and wife. After all, you and I were childhood sweethearts, and I knew she was your wife for as long as I could remember. "The young woman's face was already covered in tears." Dinai Gu, don't blame me for entering the palace. I was worried that the Tudan Family would be implicated, so I had no choice but to agree to that person's conferment. However, some time ago, I saw that the Tudan Family had settled down, so I took the initiative to live in the Cold Palace. I've never done anything wrong to you. "
"Now that I have nothing to worry about, and since you told me in my dream that you were very lonely down there, I'll come and accompany you today." The young woman took out a piece of white silk she had already prepared and lightly tossed it around the beam. She stood on a stool and tied a knot, then took one last deep look at the memorial tablet. "I heard that people drink Granny Meng's Soup after they die, completely forgetting everything about their past lives. I wonder if I'll be able to find you when the time comes …"
With a faint sigh, the young woman kicked the stool beneath her with the tip of her foot. Her entire body instantly hung from the white silk. Then, she felt as if the world was spinning around her, and she instantly became dizzy.
"Is this what it feels like before death …" the young woman muttered to herself. To her surprise, she didn't feel any discomfort at all. She had heard that people who hung themselves would be in great pain before death.
"Why are you seeking death?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded in her ear.
The young woman trembled and hurriedly opened her eyes. She saw a familiar yet somewhat frightening face looking at her with a frown. "It's you?"
The person who came was naturally Song QingShu. When he arrived, he just happened to see the scene of the other party hanging herself. Without thinking, he used his sword Qi to cut off the white silk and rushed over to catch her the moment she fell, preventing her from falling to the ground.
Song Qingshu frowned and looked forward. The memorial tablet was so eye-catching that it naturally couldn't escape his eyes. Written on it were the words, "Deceased Husband Wanyan Liang's Memorial Tablet"!
"What is the Princess doing?" Song Qingshu asked in a low voice. This young woman was naturally the Princess of Hailing, Tu Danjing. Although she had been taken to the palace after the great change in the palace and was given the title of Imperial Concubine, the two of them were still used to each other's status.
"Of course I'm hanging myself," Tu Danjing said calmly. However, she soon realized that she was being held by the other party, and a faint blush flashed across her face. "Let go of me."
Song Qingshu helped her sit down on a stool next to him. "Of course I can see that you're hanging yourself. I just want to ask you why you're doing this."
"Why?" Tu Danjing smiled sadly. "In my current situation, do I still need to ask why?"
Song Qingshu frowned. "Why are you in the Cold Palace? Weren't you given the title of Imperial Concubine? Is someone deliberately suppressing you? " He was suspicious. Logically speaking, with Ge Bi's personality, he wouldn't do such a thing. Could it be Taitish or Wanyan Ping?
Tu Danjing shook her head. "No one is suppressing me. I was the one who asked to live in the Cold Palace. Everyone in the capital knows that I'm the Princess of Hailing. I really can't stay in the harem with peace of mind."
"Since you're willing, why are you seeking death?" Song Qingshu asked again.
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