Shen Jieyu showed a miserable face, and after Zhucui left, she sat completely paralyzed on the ground, unable to care about maintaining the demeanor that a concubine should have, the closed palace gates created an insurmountable gap in front of her eyes.

The oil-paper umbrella on hand looks more like charity at this time.

Because of kneeling for too long, when she got up, she almost tripped over the heavy clothes.

Shen Jieyu barely stabilized her figure by relying on the support of the umbrella bone. Her pale fingers showed amazing strength, and her protruding joints seemed a bit pervasive, but she didn't notice it, she straightened her body and walked out of Fule Palace step by step.

The rain washed away, and there was no one in the courtyard.

"gone?"

Concubine De said, she steadily picked up the pen and wrote a word on the rice paper, as if she was copying a Buddhist scripture in her hand, and her whole person had a bit more Buddha-nature.

"Go back to empress, let's go." Zhucui closed the window, walked over from the window, picked up the ink stick and grinded it lightly, "empress, this time it was the fourth prince who had an accident. give up."

"This is natural." Concubine De finished copying the page of Buddhist scriptures in her hand before continuing, "It is said that biting dogs don't bark, but I am quite curious. The Tang family is behind the scenes, what will happen next."

Zhucui wisely chose to remain silent.

The empress obviously wanted to use Shen Jieyu's knife to test the strength of the Tang family.

Following Concubine De for so many years, Zhu Cui has seen too many such killings with borrowed knives, and she even did it herself, so it's not surprising that she has seen many of them.

It's a pity that people inevitably have distant relatives.

In the days after Concubine Rou's death, she was afraid and regretted, but she never could not bear it.

However, facing Shen Jieyu and the fourth prince who had been together for more than ten years, Zhu Cui's heart wavered violently.

People's hearts are fleshy, after all these years, Zhucui thinks that she has seen the temperament of Shen Jieyu and the fourth prince.

Even if he was a bit cautious occasionally, in the face of major events, Concubine De and His Highness Xian Wang were always the leaders, not to mention disobedience, even contradictory.

But now, just because things changed, they were easily abandoned by the two of them, Zhucui suddenly felt sad.

If one day...

Is she also going to be like this.

However, Zhucui only thought about these words in her heart.

A thunderstorm suddenly sounded in the sky.

The accompanying lightning almost split the sky.

When the thunder sounded, Concubine De hadn't had time to close her pen, her hand shook, and the tip of the pen slipped out of the paper, destroying a good Buddhist scripture in the last stroke, and Concubine De's original good mood was greatly compromised.

She stared at the failure, her face became more and more gloomy.

Zhu Cui on the side didn't dare to breathe.

After a long time, Concubine De finally said quietly: "It's burned, change one."

The sudden thunderclap appeared only once and then fell silent again.

Mi Weirui stood under the canopy of the medicine field, looked at the direction where the thunder struck in the distance, and her expression couldn't help but get a little heavy.

There is much rain in late spring.

Therefore, although the rain came suddenly today, Mi Weirui didn't feel that something was wrong.

After accompanying Yu Su back to the Xihe Palace, he took advantage of the opportunity to come to the medicine field. A few acres of new herbs had just been planted in the medicine field a few days ago, and the roots had not yet grown. With such heavy rain, Mi Weirui was worried that the herbs would be damaged. Look, there is a reason to meet the fifth prince by chance on the way, so as not to arouse suspicion.

"My lord, the sheds are all set up, but what else needs to be done?" The pharmacist who was in charge of the palace's medicine field stepped forward and asked.

Mi Weirui shook her head.

"No, go to the house to hide from the rain. I'll go back to Tingyu Tower first when the rain is lighter. If there is something to do later, just send someone to find me."

After finishing speaking, the pharmacist backed away softly.

Mi Weirui looked again at the dark clouds above the palace.

Divination is a necessary homework for the pharmacists in Qingyun Pavilion to calculate the weather.

However, it is not difficult to practice this way, and daily cloudy, sunny, rainy and snow are the laws of heaven, so whether it is in Bailu Mountain or Qingyun Pavilion in the palace, no one will deliberately calculate it.

The same is true for Yu Miweirui.

If it hadn't been for the sudden thunderstorm in the rain today, Mi Weirui probably wouldn't have noticed that it has been raining for nearly an hour now, but the rain has not diminished. Not only that, the clouds accumulated in the sky have no sign of dissipating.

Natural disasters are different from natural laws.

The laws of the sky are constant, but natural disasters are unpredictable, especially the celestial phenomena related to rain, which will continue to change with the rain.

Mi Weirui's heart sank slightly.

If the rain is still like this at night, I am afraid it is not just a simple late spring rain.

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