After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Zhaoyang Hall.

A large number of monks gathered in the outer hall, prayer flags were swaying, and the sound of wooden fish and chanting could be heard all the time.

The continuous cries and howls of the palace ladies came from the inner hall, which was inexplicably heart-stopping.

In chaos.

Xiao Dingzhao, wearing a frost-white uniform, walked into the inner hall in a daze.

Concubine Gong'e knelt all over the floor, and all the pear blossoms and rain fell in grief. They wiped their tears and said goodbye to the woman on the bed, but they didn't know how sincere they were.

Pei Minmin knelt beside the couch, stared at Pei Chuchu sadly, and complained with tears: "I wanted to serve the emperor with my sister and be good sisters for life, but unexpectedly, I was jealous of the beauty and made my sister die young... Without you in the palace, my sister will have to die..." How to live?! My sister!"

She fell on the couch, crying until she almost fainted.

Xiao Dingzhao raised his hand.

The discerning maid in charge immediately called the other maids and took all the people out of the palace.

Pei Minmin wiped her tears with a handkerchief, not wanting to leave.

Pei Chuchu died early, and the emperor was alone and lonely. If he didn't take advantage of this opportunity, when would he wait?

She approached Xiao Dingzhao cautiously: "Your Majesty, can I allow you to spend more time with your sister? I have always been sorry for my sister in the past, but it's great to die. With my sister gone, I remembered how close I was to my sister in the past. Sisterhood is deep…”

She covered her mouth with a handkerchief and cried so hard that she couldn't speak.

Xiao Dingzhao glanced at her coldly.

He said calmly: "Since we have a deep love for sisters, go to the outer hall to chant sutras and pray for your sister. For the next seven or forty-nine days, I want you to kneel in the Buddhist hall, fast and bathe every day, and copy the scriptures for her with your own hands. Scripture.”

Pei Minmin was completely dumbfounded: "Your Majesty?!"

Xiao Dingzhao no longer had the patience to deal with her.

The two chamberlains dragged Pei Minmin out unceremoniously.

Only Xiao Dingzhao and Pei Chuchu were left in Zhaoyang Hall.

The night outside the window is like splashing ink.

Xiao Dingzhao stood quietly in front of the bed.

After death...

What does it look like?

He slowly raised his eyes.

After not seeing her for a few days, the girl on the couch had a bone-like figure and sunken cheeks. Her long eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows on her cheeks. Although her lips were white, her facial features were still delicate, and her beauty in life could be vaguely seen.

Her long hair was spread out between the pillows. The black hair that she cherished in the past was now slightly curled at the end, like dead grass in late autumn, and no longer as lustrous as before.

Moonlight shines through the window.

In a daze, Xiao Dingzhao felt that she was just asleep.

He slowly sat on the edge of the couch and reached out to hold Pei Chuchu's hand: "Sister Pei..."

The girl's hands were pale and cold.

The young man lowered his head, took her hand in his palm and rubbed it carefully, trying to wake up her body temperature.

But in the end it was all in vain.

Xiao Dingzhao stared at Pei Chuchu's face.

Everything I experienced as a child flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

Sister Pei is cold-hearted but takes good care of him.

She would make seasonal cakes for him with her own hands, and sew his robes herself. When he was impatient to review the memorials, she would stay with him and read the contents of the memorials to him one after another.

A few fireflies flitted outside the window.

Xiao Heng suddenly remembered something from his childhood.

At that time, his father was still there. Because he was naughty and refused to study, he asked Pei Chuchu to cover for him in the Imperial College. He himself sneaked into the imperial garden with a few dandies and played happily all day long.

He had had enough fun and it was almost dusk.

He returned to the Imperial College happily, but heard that Sister Pei had been fined fifty canes by the master.

Fifty canes...

Sister Pei is just a girl. How painful would it be if those canes hit her?

His heart suddenly lifted, and he ran to find Sister Pei himself, regardless of the master's scolding.

He searched for a long time, and finally at dusk, he heard from the palace maid that he saw Sister Pei going to the southeast alone.

He ran towards the southeast until he reached the palace gate and finally saw Sister Pei.

The palace gate with vermilion rivets is majestic and huge, isolating the two heavens inside and outside the palace.

Palace lanterns were lit beside the palace wall, but the color was particularly cold in the dark night.

Sister Pei stood alone under the palace gate.

She was wearing a crabapple red skirt that day, but because of the fifty canes, the skirt was dyed blood-red, and after the wind dried it, it was covered in blood on her body.

She raised her head and stared at the palace door quietly.

At that moment, he actually felt timid.

I don't know how long it took before he stepped forward full of guilt: "Sister Pei..."

The other party ignored him.

He stretched out his hand and carefully held the corner of her sleeve: "I'm very sorry for causing you trouble."

After a brief silence, the girl suddenly turned around and fell into his arms wordlessly.

He was twelve years old that year, already taller than Sister Pei, and looked like a young man.

But he was even more panicked.

Because he clearly felt that the warm liquid had wet his clothes.

Sister Pei cried...

That was the first time in so many years that the taciturn girl expressed her grievances to him.

She choked in a low voice: "When Your Highness ascends the throne in the future, can you let your daughter out of the palace?"

That evening, how did he answer?

Zhaoyang Hall.

Xiao Dingzhao was slightly stunned.

The two lights shone in his eyes, but they couldn't illuminate his pupils.

He lowered his eyes and fixed Pei Chuchu's broken hair on his forehead.

He vaguely remembers the sound of cicadas chirping at dusk that year, and a few fireflies surrounding him and Sister Pei. The memories of childhood sweethearts are as beautiful as dreams.

He hugged the thin girl and said "good" softly.

turn out to be……

He once gave Sister Pei a promise to leave the palace.

But many years later, he personally destroyed that promise.

Xiao Dingzhao leaned down silently and hugged Pei Chuchu tenderly.

Just like that summer many years ago.

…

Three days later.

When Xiao Mingyue came to the Imperial Study Room to find Xiao Dingzhao, the young man seemed to have become much more mature and steady overnight. He was crouching in front of the Long Case, writing and reviewing notes vigorously.

She looked around.

The furnishings in the room remain unchanged, as they were when Sister Pei was alive.

There was no big fuss about the funeral in the palace. Sister Pei's name became a taboo that no one could mention, as if that person had never existed in the palace.

She was puzzled: "Brother..."

Xiao Dingzhao didn't even raise his head: "There are a lot of tricks today. Brother, I don't have time to play with you. You go find Ning Tingju Jiangtian and the others to play. I will be free in two days and play Cuju with you."

Xiao Mingyue tilted her head in confusion.

It's strange how normal Ah Brother is.

She asked: "Brother, do you miss...Sister Pei?"

Xiao Dingzhao still writes like flying: "She has passed away, and it is useless to miss her. What's more, I didn't shed a tear when she left. Now that she has been gone for so long, I will not be sad for her, so how can I miss her?"

is that so?

Xiao Mingyue's face was calm.

She stared at Xiao Dingzhao for a moment, and then her eyes suddenly moved to his hand holding the pen.

He held it so tightly that veins popped out on the back of his hand.

It seems like he is trying his best to endure something.

Xiao Mingyue looked away, slowly bowed out, and left the imperial study.

As she stepped out of the threshold, the wolf-hair pen was thrown out by Xiao Dingzhao.

The young man's forehead was pressed tightly against Long An, and he was already sobbing.

When she left, she felt like she was in a trance and had a big dream.

After she left, he was left alone in this deep palace, walking the palace lanes she walked through day after day, wearing the robes she had sewn day after day, wandering around like a lonely ghost day after day. In the palace where her scent remains...

Only then did I understand...

What a heart-piercing cone.

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