Disgraced Consort

Snow, flying and flying, intermittently, fell for seven days. On the seventh day, Fang Tian was sunny.

During the seven days, Xi Yan's illness eventually went like silk.

Although the Tai Hospital did not slack off, it successively referred to several Tai doctors for diagnosis and treatment. Even Zou Yuanzheng personally went to Bingran Palace to cut the veins, but they were all refused by Xi Yan.

She didn't want to try those soup medicines again, not at all.

The soup medicine is too bitter and too astringent. Even if you can change the medicine that makes her allergic, can she still drink it?

That night, when she picked up the soup and swallowed it, she couldn't forget the feeling of bitterness in her throat.

With the pain of deliberate depression in the bottom of my heart, in fact, she can easily crush her strong disguise.

She must be strong.

As always, she has no right to cry from now on, all tears, all weakness, can only be swallowed into her heart, and no one will shield her from the wind and rain.

And she wants to provoke the heavy burden left by her father—the heavy burden of maintaining the glory of the palace.

This is not necessary.

However, it is the maintenance of dignity.

My father was such a proud man. He devoted his life to earning the supreme glory of Nalan House. How could she let it fall apart in an instant?

Let the mother and the second brother with possible disabilities live a life of displacement.

She is just the most secular person.

Have the most secular wishes.

But so.

Therefore, she cannot escape.

The only way to avoid it is to stop drinking a bitter soup.

"Niangniang, you look much better today." Yan'er's crisp voice rang in her ears. She didn't need to look at the tray in her hand. She knew that it was a special porridge and a few dishes of light dishes.

It was only after she became better ill that the slaves in the Hermitage were killed for the crime of weak service.

Very **** and cruel.

It is the essence of the Forbidden City.

The Yaner in front of me is the palace person under his finger. He is very clever and very sensible. However, this clever and sensible, perhaps, can't help his own life.

She took the chopsticks chopsticks, moved a little, and couldn't eat any more. She only put the chopsticks chopsticks and said:

"Withdraw."

"Ma'am, you don't use it much, how can you do it? Tomorrow is the evening banquet, but it's the most laborious."

Yan'er could not help persuading. I heard that for tomorrow's dinner, the palace prepared for half a month in full swing. Seeing that it must be extremely lively, the lady as the only concubine to accompany the emperor will definitely be very tired.

It was only a few days ago that Li Qiu had taken Mo Zhu and said that the body of Drunk Concubine was not Daan, but Mo Zhu still said that Dr. Concubine must be present.

Therefore, she got the order of Li Qiu, and she paid more attention to the diet of the lady for the past few days.

However, no matter how hard she works, she has to be willing to use it. This day and night, she only uses a little for every meal. When waiting for the dressing, she saw that the lady was getting thinner and thinner. The ceremonial dresses made in the previous measurements were slightly more generous and had to be changed again.

Thinking about this, she frowned, but did not hold the tray down.

"Go, wait for a while, this palace feels hungry, you come again." Xi Yan said lightly.

A word fell, and suddenly heard outside the hall, faintly heard the woman's delicate laughter, which is rare in the palace.

Xi Yan's eyes looked out of the Xuan window, Yan'er would immediately be proud, put down the tray, and walked a few steps to the Xuan window.

He opened the thick felt curtain and pushed open the window.

Also, during these seven days, for the first time, the Xuan window was opened.

Previously, because of the snow and wind, the palace windows were all closed.

With this push, Xi Yanfang found that the terrain of Bingran Palace was relatively high, and at a glance, the scenery was just panoramic.

It's just a snow scene.

In this beautiful snow scene, a group of court ladies surrounded a woman. The woman was wearing a peacock-blue jacket and happily piled up a huge snowman. At this time, it was also piled up. The woman, smiling smirkfully, stretched out her hand and took the red silk thread from the side tray of the court lady, and wrapped it around the snowman's head.

Absolute white, absolute red, and peacock blue, this color is really beautiful.

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