Adore Trick of Beauty

There were pieces falling in front of me, broken like butterflies.

Looking at the furious Xiao Fengming in front of her, she felt strange and cold. He would no longer smile at her like spring water, nor kiss her patiently and tenderly, nor would he coax her in a low voice and let her fall asleep on his shoulder when she woke up from nightmares every night...

Now he is her nightmare, her disaster...

Her heart felt cold, and in the light and shadow in her eyes, his shadow fell, easily covering her world...

"No-" Her scream pierced the night sky and echoed in Chenghua Palace for a long time...

The candle flickered for a few times and finally went out at this moment. The entire hall was as cold as a tomb. Except for the chaotic shadow of the tent and the low and feeble crying, there was no trace of life anymore... Feng...

The cold wind blew in, finally blowing away the last trace of warmth...

…

It was daybreak, and she stared at the tent ceiling for a long time, expressionless. he's gone.

At dawn, she heard Eunuch Lin ask in a low voice: "Your Majesty, do you want to be entered into the Tong Register?"

"No need." His voice was as cold as ice, without any emotion.

"Then when the imperial commander goes on a personal expedition, should he take the queen with him?"

He paused and finally said: "No need..."

Finally all the sounds receded, she closed her eyes tiredly, and fell asleep again. After he left, the Chenghua Hall returned to deathly silence. After an unknown amount of time, she opened her eyes and watched the light and shadow move on the tent. Gradually, she saw someone crying outside the hall. She was very sad and noisy.

She closed her eyes sadly and was about to turn over when someone suddenly broke in and shouted sadly: "Queen, my slave is back."

She opened her eyes in a daze, and the curtain was lifted open, and Xia Lan's face, red and swollen from crying, fell into her eyes.

Nie Wushuang looked at her, wondering if he was dreaming. She looked behind Xia Lan and saw that all the old people in Hua Palace were kneeling on the ground. Yang Zhi, Deshun, Mingqiu...

She looked at them for a long time and sighed. He finally released these people back to her. Is it because she's afraid that she'll commit suicide because she can't think about it? Or should he be completely disappointed in her and simply let her lead these people to destruction?

She laughed softly, buried her head in the quilt, and laughed loudly.

Seeing her like this, Xia Lan cried: "Queen, don't be sad. The emperor will definitely forgive me."

Nie Wushuang just laughed, laughing until tears burst into his face. He is gone, he is really gone...

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At the beginning of April in the fourth year of Wude, the emperor led 70,000 elite chariots to personally conquer Qin and annihilated the remnants of Yelutu. At the same time, King Shuorui led 50,000 elite troops to set out from Yingjing to aid Qixia Pass. At that time, the capital was buzzing with people, and every household came out to watch the emperor and King Shuorui leaving the capital at the same time. They firmly believe that victory will come soon.

The grand occasion in Beijing was unprecedented, and the princes and ministers came to see him off one after another. The crowds of people from all over the city rushed to the capital thirty miles away before returning reluctantly.

Only the deserted Chenghua Palace was so quiet that it seemed as if there was no trace of popularity. Deshun was sitting boredly under the corridor when Yang Zhi came out. He hurriedly came forward and asked in a low voice: "Eunuch Yang, what will we do next?"

Yang Zhi's haggard and pale face was filled with deep worry: "What else can we do? Wait."

"Wait?!" The hope in Deshun's eyes dimmed: "How long do we have to wait? Alas... It's over. If the emperor keeps the empress captive for the rest of his life, our family will have to stay in this palace for the rest of his life."

Yang Zhi looked at him coldly: "You can leave the palace if you want to, just go out sideways. The Queen is usually very kind to you, do you still have the conscience to say this now?"

Deshun's face suddenly turned red, and he said twice: "Why go out sideways? Our family is also worried about the Queen. Only when the Queen is well will our family be well. We still understand this simple truth."

"As long as you understand, just stay there! You're not allowed to go anywhere!" Yang Zhi didn't want to say more to him and walked away.

Deshun was so angry that he couldn't say anything: "Where else can our family go? This Chenghua Palace is tightly surrounded by people sent by the emperor. Ah, damn Yang Zhi, our family is so angry..."

After he finished speaking, he walked away.

In the hall, Nie Wushuang was still sleeping. Xia Lan shook her head at Mingqiu beside her and motioned sadly to go out. For several days, apart from eating and drinking, Nie Wushuang rarely got out of bed. Even if he did, the blue and red bruises all over his body were shocking.

She didn't know what happened, but seeing Nie Wushuang's expression of grief and despair, she just felt sad in her heart. The Queen is so miserable...

Imperial Physician Yan came quietly into the palace. He came in every day to take pulse, no matter the wind or rain.

Nie Wushuang opened his eyes, his deep eyes staring into Yan Zisu's head.

"He's gone, right?" Nie Wushuang suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse. Yan Zisu was startled, and then realized that she was talking to him.

"What are your orders?" Yan Zisu asked quickly.

"He's gone. Is that right?" Nie Wushuang asked word by word.

Yan Zisu thought for a long time before realizing that she was asking about the emperor. He sighed in his heart and lowered his head: "To tell you what the queen is saying, the imperial driver left this morning. At this time... I'm afraid he has already reached the official road."

A big tear rolled down from her eyes, and Nie Wushuang closed her eyes: "He didn't even let me give it away..."

Yan Zisu whispered: "King Shuorui also left this morning. Don't worry, the Queen, the emperor and King Shuorui will definitely return to the capital in triumph!"

Nie Wushuang looked at his sincere face and smiled sadly: "Let's go, everyone is gone..."

She murmured, turned over, and fell asleep again after a long time.

Yan Zisu looked at her like this, shook her head and walked out with a sigh. Yang Zhi stepped forward and asked: "Mr. Yan, how is the Queen?"

Yan Zisu shook his head: "It's hard to resolve the knot in my heart. I'm afraid it will hurt my body in the long run. Alas..."

Yang Zhi felt sad.

…

As the days passed, the years seemed to be stagnant in Chenghua Palace, and the spring light outside the window became more charming day by day. Nie Wushuang finally got out of bed and walked around after Xia Lan and Yang Zhi's various persuasion, but she was still as thin as a stick. She only took a few bites of her daily meals and could no longer swallow them.

The spring is prosperous, and the vegetation in Chenghua Palace is unwilling to be lonely. It is full of green and the flowers are blooming. Maybe the emperor is not in the palace, and the maids and guards guarding him are not so strict, and sometimes they even let the imperial concubine come in to visit.

The noble concubine Jing Huang now lives in the East Palace, and the eldest prince she raised is the legitimate son of the former Queen Xu. She is respected both inside and outside the palace. In fact, she is already the mistress of the palace.

Seeing Nie Wushuang like this, she comforted her in a low voice: "As long as the Queen can endure it for a little longer, the Emperor is not a heartless person. He will definitely forgive the Queen again when he returns to the court in victory."

Nie Wushuang just remained silent. The reason for her imprisonment was a taboo in the palace and no one could mention it. The noble concubine Jing Huang will not know that what she said today is just a comfort in the final analysis.

Seeing that she was silent, Concubine Jing could only sigh and leave. Quietness returned to Chenghua Palace.

Nie Wushuang looked at the spring light outside the window and stroked her thin cheeks. Spring fades easily and looks age easily. When he returns, will he have already withered like a spring flower?

…

Yan Zisu came here every day to check and ask for pulse, and he was always careful. Nie Wushuang saw him taking things seriously every day and asked with a sneer: "Is he afraid that I will commit suicide?"

That's why she went to such great lengths, but it turned out that she was not given the chance to seek death.

Hearing this, Yan Zisu's eyes were complicated: "If the empress was really the kind of person who easily seeks death, I'm afraid she would have died a long time ago. She would not be so respected by the ministers. A doctor has the heart of a parent, and only when people are alive can they have a chance of survival. If Even if he wants to die, Daluo Jinxian won’t save him.”

Nie Wushuang was startled and chuckled: "It turns out that I am reluctant to die."

Seeing that she was sad, Yan Zisu shook her head, calmed down, and checked her pulse carefully. This time he checked the pulse for an extremely long time. After checking the pulse with one hand, he switched to another hand.

Nie Wushuang looked at him with a nervous expression, and he didn't know whether it was cold sweat or hot sweat on his forehead.

"What happened to me?" Nie Wushuang asked.

"Let Wei Chen diagnose again..." Yan Zisu wiped the sweat from his head, his hands trembling slightly, and continued to diagnose the pulse. After a long time, he stood up in a hurry and ran out without saying hello.

His strange behavior surprised everyone in the palace. Nie Wushuang looked at the pulse pillow medicine box he had left, and felt a little sad and relieved in his heart: Could it be that he died soon? It was so frightening that Dr. Yan was so panicked.

But after a while, Yan Zisu brought a large group of imperial doctors, and the aging imperial doctors immediately crowded the Chenghua Palace.

They looked solemn and whispered to each other. The director of Taiyuan Hospital stepped forward and said gently: "I will allow you to consult with the Queen today."

After he finished speaking, he checked Nie Wushuang's pulse for a long time and nodded to Yan Zisu, who was standing nervously beside him. Another imperial doctor came forward, and like this, they all nodded, with complicated expressions in their eyes. It was hard to tell whether they were more happy or something else.

Nie Wushuang looked at them coldly and suddenly said: "What happened to me?"

Yan Zisu knelt down tremblingly: "To the Queen, the Queen... is happy!"

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