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Chapter 737 Concubine Xian is dead

Yuan Qingling shook his head and said, "I'll stay here and send her a ride on behalf of Lao Wu."

Gu Si nodded. "Okay, there will be no one around."

Outside the hall, a palace servant took off the red lantern, and darkness swept over. Yuan Qingling reached out to hold the cylinder and almost fainted.

Gu Si walked past her, and she seemed to hear Yu Wenling's crying. She seemed to see Lao Wu's deep eyes. A sudden pain in her heart.

Her whole body was so soft that she had no strength. If it weren't for the palace maid coming to support her, she would have almost fallen to the ground.

When Xianfei saw Gu Si coming in, her eyes were shattered in fear and she shouted excitedly. "I want to see the prince, I want to see the emperor. I want to see the queen mother..."

Gu Si said: "Empress, please choose the same one!"

"No. It's not yet fifteen. It's not yet the princess's wedding... The princess cannot get married during her mother's mourning. This marriage is cursed. Don't come here!" Concubine Xian's voice was as shrill as a night owl flying over the night sky, with a breath of despair.

Mu Ru said justice: "Don't worry, Empress Xian Concubine. The princess has recognized the imperial concubine as her mother, so she will naturally have the blessing of her mother when she gets married. This is a great marriage, and the princess will be happy. Please feel free to go on the road."

Yuan Qingling slowly walked back to the hall, leaned against the curtain, and watched Xianfei knocking over the wooden tray placed next to her excitedly, poisonous wine spread all over the floor, and the dagger fell to the ground, but the white silk was blown up by the wind and rolled onto her knees. She stretched out her hand to push it away, her face screaming with fear.

Madam Mu Ru immediately said, "Since the Empress has chosen Bai Ling, I will help the Empress!"

He raised the white silk and saw that the white silk swam up like a snake, hanging down on the beam of the house. After Mu Ru put a knot on it, it looked like a fair concubine's neck.

Concubine Xian pulled the white silk frantically and cried, "Yuwenhao, come quickly, your mother is going to be killed by them. Come quickly, save your mother, your mother doesn't want to die..."

Gu Si cut off the bondage on her body with a dagger, and Madam Mu Ru pulled the white silk with her hand, and the white silk hung the fairy concubine and rose up.

Her feet were just free, and now she was stomping around in the air.

Yuan Qingling slowly knelt down and said emptyly: "Yuan Qingling gave his mother to Yuwenhao on behalf of him, please rest in peace!"

Two lines of tears fell on her face, and she lowered her eyes, not daring to look at her feet that were kicking around in the air. The embroidered shoes were kicked away and fell in front of her. She saw the exquisite embroidery on the embroidered shoes, which seemed to be a dancing orchid.

The roar and crying had disappeared, and she could only hear the sound of her throat giggling. She didn't dare to look up, but she felt cold and weak all over, and she almost fainted.

It seems to be remembering when she was sentenced to prison in the palace and saw the young palace concubine die in front of her. The arrival of life was full of miracles, but the disappearance of human life was like this.

I don’t know how long it took, Concubine Xian was removed and placed on the Arhat bed. Gu Si and Madam Mu Ru were considering Yu Wenhao’s sake and treated Concubine Xian’s body with courtesy.

Yuan Qingling knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to her, which was considered to be a filial piety for Yuwenhao and the triplets.

Yuwenhao was sitting in Qiankun Hall waiting. He suddenly seemed to hear his mother's call for help, and he finally couldn't help but run out.

He ran all the way to Qingyu Palace and saw Yuan Qingling being helped out by the palace maids, and Gu Si and Mu Ru followed behind him. His steps suddenly stopped and looked at the hall in a hurry.

There is only a candle left in the hall, and the light is dim and nothing can be seen.

His breathing was very rapid, almost with a crying breath. Sweat fell from his forehead and slipped from his eyes. I didn't know if it was sweat or tears, but he slowly knelt down.

His heart was very hollow, as if life had disappeared suddenly, and there was a whistling wind in his ears. He raised his head and saw Yuan Qingling staggering. He subconsciously reached out to support him, but his body softened and he fell backwards.

A sharp stone was hit on the back of his head. He felt a little pain, so he reached out and touched it, his hands were covered in blood.

Yuan Qingling hurriedly reached out to help him. He reached out and grabbed Yuan Qingling's arm, and his eyes were empty: "Old Yuan, my mother is dead."

Yuan Qingling hugged him and started crying.

He looked at Madam Mu Ru and Gu Si in a silence, then stood up with Yuan Qingling in his arms, and he whispered, "I should go see her for the last time."

Yuan Qingling held him and the two staggered in.

The long wind swept in from outside the hall, causing the curtain to fly all over the sky, hitting the face and making a slap.

Yu Wenhao walked over slowly, holding his breath completely, and suddenly, taking a deep breath, as if he had used all his strength to take a breath from his abdomen and then slowly exhaled.

Concubine Xian’s death was not terrifying, but was much more peaceful than when she was alive. Naturally, her father-in-law Mu Ru handled her, and her eyes could not be closed, but her hair and clothes were all done.

Yuwenhao's eyes were blurred. He slowly stretched out his hand and moved it up from Xianfei's face, covering her eyes with his hands, and tears finally slid from the corners of his eyes.

Yu Wenling ran in crying, pierced his head on the body of Concubine Xian, and burst into tears.

Ronghe Palace.

The Queen Mother was already asleep, suddenly woke up from her dream and sat up, suddenly lifting the curtain, "Who is crying?"

The nanny walked over quickly and knelt on the ground and said, "Mrs. Queen Mother, no one is crying. Are you having a nightmare?"

"It's Concubine Xian, it's Concubine Xian who was crying." The Empress Dowager hurriedly wanted to go to the ground.

The nanny helped her and sighed softly, "I just got the news and said that Concubine Xian hanged herself."

The empress dowager's hand froze in the air, slowly retracted, her eyes burst into tears, "Die?"

"It's gone." said the madam.

The empress dowager pressed her chest, feeling that she couldn't breathe, but her tears couldn't stop falling.

"Die... well, if she dies, the living will suffer less." The Queen Mother fell on the bed and murmured, her scattered gray hair covered her pillow, and she suddenly covered her face and started crying.

Imperial study room.

Madam Mu Ru came back to report his life.

Emperor Mingyuan sat on the dragon throne with a solemn expression and a tired face.

He listened quietly to Mr. Mu Ru's words, then suppressed the memorial with paper, and looked at the thin smoke from the carved and hollowed-out three-legged golden beast's incense burner, his eyes were a little hollow, "In a flash, twenty-five years have passed, and I still remember what she looked like when she entered the mansion."

"The emperor said to you!" Madam Mu Ru said softly.

Emperor Mingyuan reached out and pressed, "Maybe, I don't feel very sad. I'm just old and always like to think about things when I was young. I still remember that she especially likes to wear lotus-colored clothes, her dancing posture is ugly, and she plays the piano well... What else? Alas, I can't remember it. Maybe, it's because I treated the Su family badly and treated her badly that I forced her to do this."

"Your Majesty, you have been very indulged in the Su family. You must not doubt yourself because of the matter of Concubine Xian." Madam Mu Ru knelt down and said.

Emperor Mingyuan's voice was sandwiched with Changfeng, "But I even treated myself badly. I said on the day she entered the mansion that the people of the royal family were not proud and happy. They carried too much on their shoulders, so they were destined to suffer some grievances."
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