Sparrow dream dance

Outside Fengyi Palace, the sound of cicadas is endless, and on the Taiye Pool, the fragrance of lotus is endless.

But the bright sunshine makes people feel chest tightness and shortness of breath.

Leng Lange looked at the looming lush greenery outside the window with a dazed expression, and listened absently to the so-called secret affairs of the palace from the concubines who came to pay their respects to him.

But, who cares about those things, who will the emperor marry, where will he sleep, and what has he to do with himself?

Looking at the scenery outside the window, she just suddenly remembered that the annual Lotus Appreciation Festival is almost here again.

Time really flies too fast. In a blink of an eye, it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.

It's a pity that the young girl who had just started her love back then has long since been eroded by time, and the indifferent young man back then has long since ceased to exist.

"Empress? Empress?"

Amidst the voices of questioning inquiries, she finally pulled back her long-awaited thoughts from her grief.She regained her composure slightly, and looked at the imperial concubine Shen Yu'er who had been meticulously made up under the table.

"Empress, that Huo Zhaoyi is so proud of being favored. Now that she is pregnant with a dragon seed, she has not come to wake up in the morning several times. It is clear that she does not take you seriously. You should show some dignity to suppress her." That's right." Hearing the strong resentment in her words, the other concubines at the table also echoed her voice.

"Isn't that right? I heard that His Majesty specially gave her another palace. If this continues...the status of Fengyi Palace will probably be lowered."

"She is so unruly. She bullies His Majesty every night and never looks directly at her sisters. If she is allowed to go on like this, when she really gives birth to a prince, won't even the empress be ridden by her?" on the head."

. . . . . .

Leng Lange frowned, she never liked the jealousy among concubines in the palace.

She didn't want to listen to these things at all, let alone take care of them.

"Empress Empress, if you don't give her some flair, she'll probably forget who is the real Empress Dowager who rules the six palaces." "What the hell is she? It's just because of how thin and flirtatious she is..."

"Enough." Leng Lange saw that her words were getting worse and worse, and finally interrupted, "It was my palace that allowed her not to wake up in the morning. Since she is pregnant with the dragon seed, she is inconvenient. Raise the fetus, don't walk around at will."

I saw Shen Yu'er's face froze, but she still forced a smile, and answered with her head down, "So, it's the concubine who is talking too much, please don't blame the empress."

Leng Lange shook his head lightly, his eyes fell out of the window again, and his voice was a little tired, "I'm a little tired, you go back."

Several concubines looked at each other underneath, this time they wanted to work together to persuade the queen to punish Huo Sheng, but they didn't think that Leng Lange was not interested in this matter, and didn't want to do anything at all.

The crowd followed Shen Yuer and retreated slowly. As soon as they left the hall, the smile disappeared from the corner of Shen Yuer's mouth.

A concubine who had always obeyed Shen Yuer's order quickly followed up and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, it seems that the Empress has no intention of getting rid of that arrogant Huo bitch.. What should I do?"

Shen Yuer paused, looked at the concubine, and said coldly, "What are you panicking about? Could it be that without her Leng Lange, I really can't cure her?"

Her concubine hurriedly lowered her head, and complimented repeatedly, "What the imperial concubine and empress said is very true, so how can the Huo bitch be an opponent of the empress, and I don't know what clever plan the empress has to get rid of this thorn in the harem as soon as possible?"

Shen Yu'er didn't say a word, but the light in her eyes suddenly became extremely cold. She tightened her sleeves, stepped forward slowly, and just left a sentence, "Send someone to Ben Gong to watch her first, Any disturbances should be reported to Bengong immediately."

"As ordered."

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In the spacious new hall, there are complicated curtains all over the sky.

The palace lanterns are soft and bright, and the incense burner is curling up.

On the bed, Huo Sheng was burying his head in stitches and stitches carefully sewing a small gown, his fingertips had already been pricked and had several blood blisters.

Several maids around couldn't see it, one of them took a step forward, and persuaded again respectfully, "Your Majesty... You are delicate, so I just leave the rough work to the embroiderer, why bother you to do it yourself?" ? If His Majesty finds out, he will definitely blame the servants for their lack of service."

Huo Sheng raised his eyes and smiled slightly, "Isn't it natural for a mother to sew clothes for her children? What's the difference between high and low?"

"But...but..."

Before the maid finished speaking, Huo Sheng's eyes suddenly changed, and he put down the needle and thread in his hand.

"Your Majesty?" The maid looked at Huo Sheng's trembling body in puzzlement.

"I'm tired, you should step back first." Huo Sheng waved her hands, her voice seemed a little hurried.

"No..." All the maids glanced suspiciously at each other, but quickly retreated.

As soon as the palace door was closed tightly, Huo Sheng stood up in shock, and before he could reach his shoes, he ran for a few steps with bare feet, his skirt flustered.

She felt her breath, she came, she finally came.

She stood still, looking around behind the pillars of the leaping dragon, but she didn't dare to cry out rashly, and tried her best to suppress her emotions.

At this time, there was more noise coming from outside the hall, she felt the wind behind her, she turned her head suddenly, and was stunned.

Dressed in a familiar plain white robe, she stood with her hands behind her back, with a half silver mask on her face, and the eyes cast on her from under the mask seemed distant and near, whether it was Murong Yan or anyone else.

"My lord...it's really you!" Huo Sheng's eyes were filled with flowing light, and his voice trembled a little.

Murong Yan didn't speak, but the expression under the mask changed. Her gaze first fell on Huo Sheng's still flat lower abdomen, and then on her feet that were as clean as white pigeons.

She walked forward slowly, hugged her gently, and whispered, "Don't catch a cold."

She carried her back to the bed, and put her down very carefully. Seeing the little clothes scattered on the whole bed, she felt her nose sore inexplicably, and clenched her fists involuntarily.

Huo Sheng saw Murongyan staring at the clothes he embroidered for the unborn child, so he secretly lowered his eyes, reached out to pick up a small gown, and said softly as if talking to himself, "I don't know if this child is a boy or a girl." , so I made both boy and girl styles.. You see, I made red and white, isn't that your favorite color? I haven't started sewing for autumn and winter yet, and I want to make some more for spring It’s not too late to move the needle for a small jacket worn in summer..."

"A Sheng..." Murong Yan finally couldn't bear to listen any longer, she stretched out her hand to hold down the catkin that she was holding on to the little gown tightly.

"I'm sorry." She said in a painful hoarse voice, "I'm really sorry."

But this kid maybe. .It is doomed not to be born safely.

Huo Sheng was taken aback for a moment, and then tears swirled violently in her eyes. She raised her head and forced a smile, "My lord...why did you say sorry to me again...you know I can't bear it..."

"A Sheng, I need your...your help." Murong Yan said bravely, "So...this child, this child, he can only..." She choked her throat, and couldn't continue.

She stared blankly at herself, neither choked up nor sobbed, but the tears in her eyes fell on her hands drop by drop like raindrops, like the hottest candle oil tormenting her conscience.

She suddenly grabbed her own hand backhandedly, Murongyan was taken aback, and looked up at her, she pulled her hand hard and stuck it to her thin belly bit by bit.

Suddenly, there was a slight movement in her stomach, and Murong Yan was completely stunned. .Immediately afterwards, the stomach moved slightly again, as if a pair of little feet were kicking.

"Did you feel it?" Huo Sheng smiled and shed tears, "He seems to have something to tell you."

Murong Yan slowly removed the mask on her face, tears were already streaming down her cheeks, she knelt on the head of the bed, gently pressed her ear to Huo Sheng's abdomen, and slowly closed her eyes.

Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang.

She heard it, albeit faintly. .But she still heard it, the fresh little life in Huo Sheng's belly seemed to be saying to herself: Hey, listen, don't underestimate me!Although I am very weak now, but one day I will grow up!

After a long time, Murongyan raised her red eyes, looked up at Huo Sheng, and said in a trembling voice, "Forgive me...forgive me..."

Huo Sheng stared at Murong Yan's Qingjun eyebrows, and said with a wry smile, "You know, I didn't understand until now...why the prince looks so similar to you."

Murong Yan remained silent.

She folded her hands on her abdomen and murmured, "I wish I could be as lucky as her, and have a chance to deceive myself."

"A Sheng..."

"Sometimes I wonder why you chose me to enter the palace in the first place, and why the emperor doted on me so much..." Huo Sheng met Murong Yan's red eyes, as if laughing at himself, "That's because I'm a lot like a woman that neither you nor he can get, right?"

She remembered the night when Murong Yan rescued herself, in a half-dream and half-awake state, she touched her cheek and sighed unceasingly.

Now, those long and heavy sighs gradually became clear.

Every sound is calling that woman's name to himself, and every sound is pouring out his yearning for that woman to himself.

"Stop talking!" Murong Yan suddenly stood up and took a step back.

Huo Sheng struggled to get up, knelt down in front of Murong Yan, and begged, "I don't mind how you look at me, and I can do anything for you...but this child is innocent...please...please You promise me you will never hurt him."

Murong Yan hurriedly pulled Huo Sheng up, and said, "Get up quickly! I promise you!"

"really?"

Murong Yan nodded heavily, and said, "I promise that I will never hurt your child, nor will anyone hurt him."

She sighed in her heart, she couldn't be that cold-blooded and heartless person after all.

Sacrifice an innocent life in exchange for political victory, this kind of thing. . .She can't do it.

Alas, I'd better go back and find Mr. Duan to find another way to get rid of the Holy Majesty's right-hand man.

Thinking of this, Murong Yan supported Huo Sheng's limp body, and said softly, "Get some rest, I'll come see you again some day." She paused, lowered her eyes to her lower abdomen, and said, "When I'll... I'll talk to him again."

After speaking, she turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait." Huo Sheng called out behind him.

Murong Yan's footsteps froze, and she looked back at her.

"I have another unfeeling request..." She hesitated for a moment, but still blushing, biting her lower lip, and asked, "I would like to ask the Lord to name this child, okay?"

Murong Yan's pupils shrank. She originally wanted to say that with the presence of the Holy Master, she would not allow herself to name the child, but she gritted her teeth when she met Huo Sheng's expectant eyes, nodded heavily, and said: Saying 'OK', he quietly left the hall, hurriedly performed lightness kung fu, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Huo Sheng stared blankly at the direction she was leaving for a long time, then turned around in a daze, accidentally caught a glimpse of Murong Yan's half silver mask that had been left on his bed, thinking that she had left too hastily and forgot of.

She lay flat on the bed slowly, and slowly put the mask on her cheeks.

No, it's so cold.

So, has she always been hiding under such a desolate mask?

And the curtains fluttered, and in the long and deep darkness, there was a man dressed in black as a servant with a refined face standing motionless, watching all this silently.

He secretly squeezed a black chess piece hidden in his palm, and the arc of his lips became colder and colder.