Young Liang Zhu
— — As if!
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Red bricks and glazed tiles,
A magnificent palace.
The door was pushed open with a creak.
The light from outside shone in, reflecting a thin and weak figure on the floor.
With another knock, the door of the palace was closed again.
The footsteps were very light, but there was a hint of urgency.
When Siyang woke up, she was faced with a room full of darkness.
The doors and windows were tightly blocked, so tightly that the room was filled with an unpleasant smell of Chinese medicine.
It seemed that this body was seriously ill.
With this thought in mind, Siyang did not move. She was trying her best to adjust her breathing and calm her heart.
When she first merged with this body, the pain of the whole body descended on her senses. Just now, when she moved a little, her body could not bear it.
I'm afraid that I'm beyond cure, right?
At this moment,
Someone had entered the sleeping chamber.
After Siyang heard the noise, she closed her eyes and pretended not to know.
"Empress?" That person came to the bed.
The person called out softly. It was a woman.
As if seeing that the person lying on the bed did not respond, the woman called out again.
This time, her voice was louder.
"Empress, are you awake? It's time to take your medicine. "Seeing that the person on the bed did not move,
The woman seemed to be a little anxious.
It was as if she wanted to go forward and take a look.
"Oh …" Siyang pretended to have just woken up. She opened her eyes in a daze.
A woman dressed as a maid stood in front of the bed, holding a tray in her hand. That was the medicine she mentioned.
When she closed her eyes to rest, Siyang also received all the information she needed to know, including the memories of this body. Now, everything here was left to her to deal with.
"Empress, you're finally awake." The woman was very happy, and there was a sense of relief in her words.
She opened her mouth slightly, but she could not make a sound. She frowned and calmed down for a while before continuing to speak.
"Cui … Cui 'er." The voice that came out with difficulty was really hoarse and unpleasant to the ears.
"Come, Your Highness, drink the medicine first. The imperial physician said that you can't stop drinking this medicine. Once you finish drinking the medicine, your illness will be cured." As she spoke, the maid named Cui 'er placed the tray on the ground. She held the bowl of medicine and wanted to feed Si Yang the medicine.
Frowning again, Siyang turned her head to block the medicine. Her whole body was sore and weak, and she couldn't use any strength. She could only use this method to express her refusal.
"This, Your Highness?" Cui'er was confused.
After a while, Siyang also adapted to the light in the bedchamber and saw Cui 'er's appearance clearly. Cui' er's appearance was delicate and pretty, but her complexion was yellow as if she was malnourished. At this moment, she was looking at her with worried eyes.
"Pour the medicine away." Right now, her true self might not know, but how could Siyang, who had come for her, not know? She stared faintly at the bowl of medicine. What kind of medicine was this? It was as if she couldn't stop drinking it.
Of course, he couldn't stop eating. Bowls and bowls were like talismans that hastened one's death. One bowl less would make him uneasy.
"What?"
Cui'er wasn't young anymore. She had met her true self during her time of need, and the relationship between master and servant was deep. Although she was timid, she was kind-hearted, unlike some people who were heartless and heartless.
Seeing that she wasn't moving, Siyang didn't waste any more words. She pointed at a flowering tree in the corner and said in a hoarse voice, "If you still want me to live, then pour the medicine away."
"Your Highness, is there something wrong with this medicine?" Cui'er wasn't stupid. Her heart tightened, and she felt that the hand holding the medicine was particularly cold and trembling.
In response, Siyang only closed her eyes, as if she had silently agreed.
Seeing this, after thinking for a moment, Cui'er gritted her teeth and walked to the flowering tree with the bowl of medicine. She poured all the medicine into the flower pot. As she did this, her hands were trembling, and her heart was colder than ice.
Cui'er had followed her master for more than ten years, and they had supported each other until today. She had always believed her master's words from the bottom of her heart.
After returning, Cui'er put down the bowl of medicine and sat in front of the bed. She wanted to ask, but she didn't know how to start.
Siyang saw Cui'er's struggle, but she didn't have any intention of explaining. Some things weren't suitable to be explained too clearly, so it was better to let Cui'er fill in the blanks on her own.
"Go get me something to eat."
"Your Highness finally wants to eat." Cui'er, who had an ugly expression a moment ago, heard this, and her eyes lit up. She nodded repeatedly, "This servant will go get you something to eat right away."
After Cui'er left, the bedchamber once again quieted down.
"Heh."
After a while, a soft chuckle leisurely sounded in the bedchamber.
There were thousands of princes and young masters, and they fought Xue Pinglang with colored balls. [Excerpt from the opera]
Eighteen years ago, she fell in love at first sight. She tossed a ball at the brothel to choose a husband. She didn't care about the objections of her parents, and she broke off all kinship with three palms. She chose Xue Pinggui, who was poor and had no one to rely on, and lived a bitter life in the cold.
Wang Baochuan didn't feel bitter about this.
What was bitter was that her deep feelings were wronged.
After Xue Pinggui got married, he had some ambitions. Perhaps at that time, he was sincerely planning for his and Wang Baochuan's future. However, Xiliang's life was unknown after the battle. When Wang Baochuan heard the news, she washed her face with tears every day. What she didn't expect was that the husband she missed so much had already remarried and become the ruler of a country.
Eighteen years. It wasn't one or two years, but a whole eighteen years.
Wang Baochuan's character was soft on the outside but firm on the inside. It could be seen from the fact that she ignored her parents' objections and insisted on marrying the man she loved. She lived in the cold for eighteen years. She was poor and sick, and her life was difficult. She lived by spinning yarn and eating wild vegetables, all in hopes of her husband's return. Even if she mistakenly believed that Xue Pinggui was dead, she still insisted on keeping her chastity.
As for Xue Pinggui, he believed Wang Baochuan's remarriage just because of the slanderous words of others. He didn't even verify it himself. Since then, he had forgotten about Wang Baochuan. It was only later that he led the Xiliang Army to attack the Central Plains that he returned to the cold for the sake of his reputation.
He ascended the throne as the ruler of the world and conferred Wang Baochuan as the empress. He did everything on the surface and gave the people the impression that he was kind and benevolent, and that he didn't forget his wife when he was rich.
In fact.
After Wang Baochuan ascended the throne, she had only been the Empress for eighteen days.
Some people said that Wang Baochuan was unlucky and couldn't bear the honor of being the empress. She had the luck of the phoenix, but not the life.
Some people also said that Wang Baochuan's body had long been damaged by the wind and rain of eighteen years in the cold. She was like a lamp that had run out of oil. She was just forcing herself to be the empress for eighteen days.
Everyone said that this was fate.
Whose fate?
To be honest, Wang Baochuan didn't seek death. She was forcibly taken away by the person she loved.
Xue Pinggui was able to turn the tables because he married the Princess Tuozan of the Xiliang Kingdom. Later, he used the excuse that Wang Yun, Wei Bao, and the others of the Central Plains were rebelling. He led the Xiliang Army straight to the hinterland of the Central Plains and wiped out the rebels in one fell swoop. He then ascended the throne and merged the Central Plains with the territory of Xiliang.
Princess Tuozan was a proud daughter of God. She was unruly. She fell in love with Xue Pinggui at first sight. She invited him to be the prince consort of Xiliang, and the king of Xiliang even gave up his position. If that was the case, the Kingdom of Xiliang owed Xue Pinggui a great debt.
However, Wang Baochuan appeared. She was a princess, but she became a concubine. The position of the empress was snatched away. No one would be happy about it.
Everything led to Wang Baochuan's death.
Before Wang Baochuan died, she saw through everything. She also understood the cause and effect. Because of this, the resentment in her heart could not be dispelled. Eighteen years of suffering, the exhaustion of her youth, and in the end, even her life was lost.
No matter how helpless she was, she was innocent.
That was why Siyang appeared.
After digesting all the information in her mind, Siyang looked up at the plain-colored bed ceiling. A dim light flashed through her eyes.
What was owed must be returned, no matter how much, no matter who it was.
The next morning.
In front of the dressing table, the blurry bronze mirror reflected the woman's face.
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