[Wu Zetian colleagues] Wu Lingchun

Of course Empress Wu didn't kill Wan'er.

However, Wan'er did not get any information she wanted from Empress Wu.

Empress Wu sent her away and sent her to Jing'an Palace, Xue Jieyu's place.

"The Venerable Master is sick. As a disciple, you should go to take care of the sick." This is why Empress Wu threw it to Wan'er.

Wan'er was silent.

Obviously, "Jing'an Palace Attendant Illness" was the way Empress Wu had arranged for her long ago.

No matter whether there were ambiguities and disputes between them, or even earlier, no matter whether Empress Wu reprimanded her or hurt her face in Chengqing Palace, this is where Wan'er must go.

Empress Wu is using this reason to protect Wan'er, to temporarily avoid the current chaotic Yi Chu situation, and to temporarily avoid the rumors that may bring disaster to Wan'er.

But, after all...

Wan'er heard the sigh from the bottom of her heart, like a dying old man who was powerless and helpless in the world, and could only pretend to sigh detachedly.

What choice did she have but to obey?

The days in Jing'an Palace were so quiet that Wan'er, who was used to being busy around Empress Wu, couldn't adapt for a while.

To be exact, Wan'er was so idle that she was about to grow hair.

People are too idle, it is easy to think wildly——

Wan'er fell into such wild thoughts.

For example, she would think about all the things she got along with Empress Wu before, and recall all the conversations between the two of them over and over again, every frown and smile of Empress Wu, every annoyance and anger of Empress Wu... It is deeply engraved in my heart, like self-torture.

Like a... OCD.

Wan'er defined her behavior.

In her heart, she despised her wishful thinking and wasting her time, but she still couldn't help "forced" over and over again.

Just knowingly tormenting herself like this, Wan'er's body became visibly thinner.

She was just at the age when she was growing up, and her body was slender and tall, but she was pitifully thin, and she looked more and more haggard.

In the end it was Xue Jieyu who couldn't stand it anymore and called Wan'er to her side one day.

She asked Wan'er: "Are you going to waste like this?"

Wan'er was speechless.

With Xue Jieyu's experience and vision, how difficult is it to see through Wan'er's little thoughts?

What's more, Wan'er herself has no intention of hiding anything.She was tormented day and night by Empress Wu and the past related to Empress Wu that she wanted to know but had no way of knowing, and she had a tendency to exile herself.

Wan'er lowered her head, feeling that Xue Jieyu was looking at her like that for a long time.

She became like this for herself, and for letting Xue Jieyu down, she felt even more guilty.

The sourness and sadness in her heart flooded up, making Wan'er's nasal cavity sour.

Xue Jieyu was actually just caught a cold, not a serious illness.

In addition to being pure-hearted and ascetic and paying attention to maintenance on weekdays, the illness has been cured by now.

She stared at Wan'er's taller and taller body like a green bamboo standing against the wind, and the relief in her heart was real.

But Wan'er's emotions made the old man sigh again.

"Go to my bedroom and bring the scroll from the innermost part of the mahogany cabinet." Xue Jieyu ordered.

Wan'er was shocked when she heard this.

She faintly thought of a certain possibility, she didn't dare to ask, but pursed her lips tightly, and followed Xue Jieyu's instructions.

Soon Wan'er turned back and gave Xue Jieyu the scroll box that was not really heavy, but made her feel that it weighed over a thousand catties.

Xue Jieyu looked at Wan'er, opened the box calmly, and unfolded the scrolls inside bit by bit.

The moment she saw the scroll, Wan'er held her breath and instinctively closed her eyes.

Eyes full of pain——

It was the scroll that was hung in the small ancestral hall of Jing'an Palace before.

Xue Jieyu stared at Wan'er's pale little face, sighed in her heart, "Nie Yuan! Nie Yuan!", and even scolded Empress Wu several times.

Men used to use "beautiful women to slander the women favored by the subjugated king", Xue Jieyu had always disdained it.But I have to say, Wu Er, this evildoer, is really harmful.

Wu Er killed one of her disciples in the past, and now he is here to kill another disciple of hers...

Xue Jieyu really wanted to ask God what evil she had done.

However, the so-called "harm" is actually just what other people perceive, and only the person involved knows the taste of it.

The path you choose will never be discussed by others.

Thinking of the person in the painting, Xue Jieyu felt pain in her heart.

"Are you planning to be blind all your life?" Xue Jieyu asked coolly.

These words resounded in Wan'er's ears like a bell.

Wan'er hurriedly opened her eyes.

The place where the eye enters is the cinnabar mole between the eyebrows of the person in the painting.

Wan'er suddenly felt a pain in her forehead——

Because of Empress Wu's Feizhan injury, the complete cinnabar mole on Wan'er's forehead is no longer there, but an irregular nail-sized scar is left.

Xue Jieyu once said that she would ask the imperial physician to remove the scar with medicine, but Wan'er declined.

"If you keep avoiding, this person has existed before, can you change it?" Xue Jieyu forbade Wan'er to run away again.

Wan'er lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Xue Jieyu ignored her, but looked at the person in the painting.

"You are very smart, you guessed well... She is your senior sister and the late emperor's concubine, Xu Hui." Xue Jieyu's faint voice seemed to be caught in memories.

"She's also—"

"Master!" Wan'er said suddenly, her voice trembling, as if begging.

What Xue Jieyu was going to say, Wan'er had already keenly noticed.

She wants to hear, but is afraid to know.

Xue Jieyu's heart softened.

She didn't insist on talking, but looked at Wan'er with a complicated expression.

In the end, Xue Jieyu put down the scroll, took Wan'er's hand, put it in the palm of her hand, and patted it lightly: "My good boy, it's not a bad thing to be attached to something, but after being attached to it, it becomes an obsession!"

Wan'er felt relieved, she knew Xue Jieyu was right.

"Those pasts are actually not as bad as you imagined... This kind of thing has always happened in the palace."

As Xue Jieyu said, hope rose again in her heart, she looked at Wan'er earnestly: "Master has told you, isn't it much better than your random guessing?"

I told you all...

Told you all!

To Yu Wan'er, such a few simple words are a great temptation.

As long as she heard from Xue Jieyu about the past between Xu Hui and Empress Wu, she would no longer suffer from that kind of torture, right?

However, Wan'er slowly shook her head.

Xue Jieyu's brows were twisted into a pimple, and even she thought she had seen through some things in the world at an early age, and she was confused because of Wan'er.

"Why?" Xue Jieyu asked.

"I want to hear her say it myself." Wan'er's voice was not high, but it carried a determination that could not be changed.

This is a clear admission of her thoughts on Empress Wu.

Xue Jieyu didn't expect that she would admit it like that, and was choked for a moment.

Startled, Xue Jieyu remembered what she was asking, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know what you are talking about!"

There are regrets and warnings, Wan'er can understand.

"I know." Wan'er answered concisely.

Xue Jieyu was silent for a while, then waved her hand weakly: "You are the smartest of all my disciples, since you know what you are doing, no one can persuade you."

After finishing speaking, he let out a long sigh, as if to make a footnote for Wan'er's tortuous emotional journey.

Wan'er felt uncomfortable, and bowed down next to Xue Jieyu.

"Master has considered the disciple thoroughly, and the disciple is unbearably stubborn. I can only... only thank the master for his painstaking efforts." This is Wan'er's gratitude from the bottom of her heart.

Just imagine that Xu Hui's scroll was deliberately taken down by Xue Jieyu from the small ancestral hall for collection, isn't it just to worry that Wan'er will be hurt if she touches the scene?

At this moment, Xue Jieyu comforted Wan'er again with affection and reason, she had already fulfilled her duty as a teacher, Wan'er could only feel grateful.

Xue Jieyu also felt sore in her heart, and pulled Wan'er up.

"I am your master, but I can't live in your place. You...you can do it yourself!" Xue Jieyu sighed.

After all, he called an old nanny and asked her to prepare the books to be read for Wan'er as instructed.

"Since you are here, there is only one requirement for a teacher." Xue Jieyu turned to look at Wan'er.

"Master, please speak."

"Here, An Sheng reads wisely, and the books here are enough for you to study for several years. I don't want to see you sad and haggard, my apprentice, you shouldn't be like this. You can do it?" Xue Xue Jieyu looked at Wan'er seriously.

Xue Jieyu meant that she didn't want her to continue to fall in love, and it was for her own good.

With slightly red eyes, Wan'er nodded slightly.

Since then, Wan'er's life has been very regular.

Meals are very timely every day, and most of the rest of the time is spent on reading and setting aside a fixed time to practice calligraphy.

Xue Jieyu also deliberately taught her Hua Tuo's five-animal guidance technique, letting out the old and absorbing the new, and nourishing the mind.

Wan'er didn't expect the old man to be able to do this, she studied hard, and after a month, the previous haggard look disappeared, and her skin became more rosy and pleasant, which is another kind of beauty than the previous slenderness.

During this month, a lot of things actually happened outside——

Prince Li Xian was deposed as a common man and sent to Bazhou.

A group of old ministers who were close to Li Xian, especially several prime ministers among them, were either demoted or forced to retire, and what's more, they were sent to remote places.

Zhou Guogong Wu Minzhi was deprived of his title and dismissed from office. He was sent to Leizhou for "ten crimes" such as defilement of court ladies. He was also deprived of the surname "Wu" and returned to his original surname Helan.

King Li Xian of England was established as the prince, and the Queen of Heaven was still the regent.

In fact, Wan'er did not take the initiative to understand all these things.

With her current posture of being "cast into the cold palace", she herself does not have the ability to know this.

It was Xue Jieyu who more or less revealed it to her every time he chatted with her.

Wan'er knew that Xue Jieyu had her own news channel, but given Xue Jieyu's current intention of becoming more and more reclusive, she might not be interested in taking the initiative to obtain the news of "I'll come on stage after you sing".

Moreover, every time Xue Jieyu confides these things to her, if there is an expression of impatience on her face, the guess in Wan'er's heart becomes more certain——

In this deep palace that was governed like an iron barrel, could news of such a major court change be leaked to Jing'an Palace, apart from Empress Wu's permission, is there any other possibility?

Thinking of this, Wan'er's heart that had been cold for a long time was burning again.

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Li Qingzhao's lily essay "But for Qing's sake", the author's column can be collected~