The 108th abuse of the little phoenix of glass

Since the death of His Highness King Xin, the Empress has become more and more uncertain, irritable and irritable.

She often woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, and then sat in the empty and cold hall until dawn.

Later, this situation became more and more serious, and she began to be unable to sleep all night, no matter how many medicines and needles she took, nothing could change.

The imperial doctors were helpless.

On a certain morning after insomnia, Jing Yuan pointed at the imperial doctor who was kneeling on the ground, and said hoarsely, "You bunch of quack doctors, waste! I have been ill for so long, and I drink the bitter medicine you boiled for me every day. So much, but what's the use? What's the use! Someone, pull them all down, and blame them! If I can't cure my illness, they will all be beaten to death!"

The imperial doctors were frightened and kowtowed desperately, begging for mercy loudly, and their cries resounded through the sky, but this cold-hearted empress did not move at all.

At this time, an imperial doctor couldn't bear it any longer, since the left and right were dead anyway, he pushed away the Imperial Forest Army forcefully, and shouted angrily: "You vicious woman! You are cruel and ungrateful! You killed His Royal Highness Xin Wang, killed The person who treats you the best in the entire Jin Kingdom deserves to be haunted by demons, nightmares, and insomnia every night..."

Jing Yuan's face was pale, and his ears were buzzing.

Since Chen Ye's death, the words "His Royal Highness Xin Wang" have become her backlash, and no one is allowed to mention them.

Now these words and sentences seem to have been mercilessly uncovered by someone's hands, trying to cover up the pain.

She was like a puppet, she sat silently for a long time, and suddenly sobbed: "You said that I am haunted by demons and have constant nightmares...but why is he not in every dream...why is he never willing to enter?" My dream? Can any of you tell me why this is..."

This night, the moon is round and big.

A court lady got hungry in the middle of the night and got up to look for something to eat.When passing by the courtyard, I was horrified to find that their lofty and noble empress was wearing thin underwear, squatting under the plane tree, picking up fallen flowers, stuffing a lot of them into her mouth, and muttering while eating: " Not tasty, not tasty at all."

The maid's eyeballs almost fell out of shock, and she tightly covered her mouth, not daring to take a breath.

Unexpectedly, when the Empress got up, she saw her and waved to her with a smile: "Come on, help me pick some sycamore flowers from the tree, okay? The flowers on the ground are not fresh, they are too unpalatable."

How dare a court lady disobey the emperor's order?So it didn't take a while for a group of court ladies and eunuchs to cheer up, picked up the lanterns, and rolled up their sleeves to pick sycamore flowers from the tree.

Jingyuan sat on the stone table under the tree, ate snacks and drank tea, and said with a smile: "Pick all of them off, not a single flower is allowed to be left, and send them all to my bedroom."

The plucked sycamore flowers were dumped on the floor of the bedroom by the maids in baskets.

Jing Yuan sat in the sea of ​​flowers, looking around, loving it like a child.Picking up a deep purple flower, putting it in his mouth and chewing a few mouthfuls, he spat it out, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "This is not delicious."

Then I found another light purple flower, ate a few mouthfuls, and then spit it out forcefully, complaining: "Why is this so unpalatable?"

She searched through the flowers all over the floor, but no matter how she picked them and tasted them, she still couldn't find the original taste in her heart.

Jingyuan suddenly became furious and kicked vigorously in the sea of ​​flowers.It's like a spoiled child who can't get what he wants, so he uses this method to vent his anger.

"It's not delicious, it's not delicious, none of it is delicious! You," she pointed to the court ladies and eunuchs who were kneeling on the ground, her eyes were red and she was out of breath: "I asked you to pick the freshest flowers for me. Come on, why are you refusing to listen, and come to lie to me one by one! Drag it on, drag it on, die with a stick!"

A court lady burst into tears, trembling and desperately hugging her legs, pleading: "Your Majesty, please spare the servants and others. The servants have already picked off all the phoenix flowers on the tree. There is nothing left... We have not disobeyed His Majesty's orders, please forgive us..."

"Already picked them all?" Jing Yuan raised his head and looked out the window in doubt.Sure enough, the sycamore tree in the courtyard was bare, with only a few green leaves left.

She stared blankly for a while, then slowly squatted down, hugging her shoulders, curled up in the sea of ​​flowers, curling herself into a ball as if afraid of the cold.

"Wash these flowers, marinate them with sugar and serve them to me."

Her tone was flat and vicissitudes, with a loneliness that only she could hear.

The maids were very efficient in their work, and they served the candied phoenix flowers on the table at lunch time.

Jingyuan picks up piece by piece with Yubai fingers, puts it in his mouth and chews slowly, tears fall from his eyes: "Bitter, so bitter...Only the sycamore flower pickled by brother Ye is the most bitter. Sweet……"

The ministers found that, at some point since then, the Empress has become more and more quiet.When going to court, he was absent-minded and in a trance. He often had to repeat a thing several times before he answered slowly: "Oh, I got it."

One day, the minister asked the empress to set up a phoenix queen. Jingyuan looked at him gloomily for a while, and then smashed his head with the jade unicorn paperweight on the case: "Is there any heir, will it be?" Juehou, when will it be your turn to gossip! Get out, whoever dares to mention it in the future will be an accomplice to treason!"

At night, it began to drizzle, and the raindrops hit the eaves, making a soft rustling sound, which made people feel inexplicably sad.

Jingyuan's close maid was sleepy and stared, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.She managed to open her eyes, and found a woman in white with disheveled hair sitting beside her bed, holding a palace lantern in her hand, looking at her quietly.

The maid screamed and sat up, only to recognize that this woman was their Majesty.

"I read a poem just now, saying 'the old man enters my dream, hesitating to see the color'. So I want to come here and ask you, have you ever dreamed of your relatives or friends?"

Jing Yuan lifted the palace lantern in his hand again, and the dim candlelight made her pale and bewildered.

The maid was so frightened that she trembled, and it took her a long time to find her own voice: "Go back to Your Majesty, I have dreamed about my parents... and my brother."

The palace lantern in Jingyuan's hand dropped down, and he floated away.His figure was as thin as a ghost, and he murmured, "So you have all dreamed about it? I have had so many dreams, dreaming of many, many people, and even those courtiers who died of injustice, holding a knife to ask me But why can't I dream of him? Brother Ye, do you hate me so much that you don't even want to see me in your dreams?"

She stepped on the cold ground with bare feet, walked to a large red lacquered wooden post, and slid down.Then he hugged his knees and buried his face deeply.

The wind drifted in slantingly with raindrops, sometimes rushing and then slowly, drenching half of Jingyuan's body.

The maid hurriedly pulled a cloak from the hanger, ran to her, and wanted to put it on her.

Jingyuan raised his head, his thin fingers tightly grasped the maid's wrist, tears welled up in his eyes: "I'm cold."

The palace maid asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, this servant has someone to burn a pot of charcoal for you, do you think it's okay?"

It's only September now, and it's far from the time to burn coals, but her appearance is so pitiful that the maid can't help but feel compassion.

"Okay, you go!" Jingyuan pushed the maid eagerly: "Burn a few more pots of charcoal, I'm very cold."

Half an hour later, four or five pots of charcoal fire were set up in the main hall, roasting the place like a scorching summer day.

Jing Yuan sat in the coal fire, still hugging his shoulders tightly, trembling uncontrollably.

The red flames danced non-stop on her face, it was obviously a warm and bright color, but she felt empty and transparent.

"Why am I still so cold?" She didn't know whether she was asking herself or someone else, but no one answered her, only the "cracking" sound when the flame devoured the charcoal.

She watched obsessively, and after a long, long time, a weak smile slowly bloomed on her lips, and crystal clear tears rolled down her cheeks: "Brother Ye, tell me, as long as it is what I want, you will give it to me." But now I just want you to see me in a dream, to hug me when I'm cold, but you don't want to...you're a liar..."

Tears fell into his mouth, salty and astringent.

Jingyuan pressed his chest tightly, as if he wanted to squeeze out a little bit of the pain and sorrow that could not be carried in her heart in this way, so that she could take a breath.

So those sorrows and sorrows poured out from the corners of their eyes, turning into endless tears and soaking through the skirt of their clothes.