Time travel to be the emperor

The imperial concubine Zhen Yuluo gave birth to had no name, no title, and in the end she didn't even have a mausoleum. She just built a small earth bag outside the mausoleum that Xuan Ling was building, and it was done hastily.

After Zhen Huan learned about it, she was so angry that she dropped all the things that could be dropped in the house, which made Jinxi's face hurt. Today is different from the past, those porcelains are also dropped when they are dropped, but teapots and cups, etc. There is no spare!But Zhen Huan was in a fit of anger, and Jinxi knew Zhen Huan's temper, so she couldn't persuade her anymore, so she could only endure her distress, and let Zhen Huan vent her anger for her.

"If I had known this, it would be better not to let her have a baby!" Zhen Huan threw the pillow at hand to the ground, and the pillow rolled a few times on the ground, and stopped next to the broken teapot. The water on the bluestone board instantly soaked the pillow.

Jinxi looked at the pillow even more distressed, the moon-white face was stained with sewage on the ground, but it couldn't be washed clean!But he persuaded, "Young master, don't be angry, take care of yourself! Now that things have come to this point, we should think about the way forward."

"In the future? Can my concubine have a future..." Zhen Huan's body suddenly collapsed, and she leaned on the couch as if she had lost all strength, the original expression in her eyes was almost gone.

"There will definitely be, little master, you have to keep your spirits up! The main reason is that they are all broken, what should the servants do!" Jinxi held Zhen Huan's hand, her voice and eyes were full of encouragement and support .

"Jinxi..." Zhen Huan looked back at Jinxi gratefully, this person, no matter the ups and downs, has always been by her side...

The little emperor died, and everyone thought that Xuan Ling would turn his anger on Hu Yunrong, but they didn't expect that Hu Yunrong would be pitied by Xuan Ling even more, and Xuan Ling even stayed in the Jin Palace one after another.

Because it was the end of the new year, Xuan Ling thoughtfully ordered people to wait until after the new year to carefully investigate the affair and the murder of the concubine, and the investigators found bigger problems in the clues left by the secret guards from time to time , so he followed the clues more carefully and checked bit by bit, for fear of missing any tiny thing.This delay dragged on until the ninth day of March in the 23rd year of Qianyuan, Xuanling's 36th birthday.

The banquet was held in the evening, and in the afternoon, the princes and adults of each family brought their wives into the palace. When they arrived in the palace, the men went to the Yiyuan Hall by themselves, while the wives went to the Fengyi Palace to pay their respects to the queen.

Xuan Qing still brought Fu Ruyin with him, and since he fell off a horse in the 22nd year of Qianyuan, Xuan Qing's health began to get worse and worse.Now I see that the whole person has lost a lot of weight, his face is sallow, his cheeks are sunken inward, his steps are sloppy, and he is wearing a sky blue brocade embroidered auspicious cloud robe that is loosely wrapped around his body. From a distance, it seems that he is immersed in fireworks all day The libertine of the pile.

After Fu Ruyin greeted Zhu Yixiu in Fengyi Palace, he took the maid out with him, and the two arrived at Tangli Palace without hesitation.

At the beginning, Xuan Ling only ordered Zhen Huan to restrain her feet, but did not prevent anyone from visiting, so Fu Ruyin went straight into Yingxin Hall without being stopped.

Zhen Huan was sitting in front of the dressing table, looking directly at herself in the mirror. There were still a few freckles on her unpainted face, and the faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes were the same as her pale face, which made Zhen Huan feel very uncomfortable. tight.

With a squeak, Zhen Huan thought it was Jinxi who came, so she asked, "The water is boiling?"

After not hearing a reply for a while, Zhen Huan turned around suspiciously, only to find that the person in the room was Fu Ruyin, Xuanqing's side concubine.

Today, Fu Ruyin is wearing a long skirt of rattan green and silk, covered with a winding white plum organdy gauze dress, her head is combed into a shocking bun, and the gilt hairpin is on one side following the movement. Shaking gently, the other side is wearing a milky white pearl wreath, with a hollow orchid bead hairpin on it, and a gold-painted red plum flower on the forehead. The whole person looks as beautiful as the fairy in the painting.

The moment Zhen Huan saw Fu Ruyin, her face sank, and she said displeasedly, "Why did side concubine Ru come here alone?"

Fu Ruyin smiled lightly, didn't speak, just stared at Zhen Huan, looked at Zhen Huan, and giggled.

Zhen Huan's face became even more disgusted, but Fu Ruyin didn't seem to notice it, and continued to laugh non-stop. Zhen Huan was even more angry in her heart, "Ru side concubine, did you come here specially to see my concubine's joke?"

Only then did Fu Ruyin wave his hand, and gradually stopped laughing, but there was still a deep smile on his face, as well as a faint pity and sadness that were not easy to detect.

"I know about you and the prince." Fu Ruyin's words made Zhen Huan stunned on the stool.

"It was Qing who told you." Zhen Huan took a deep breath, collected herself, and warned with a condescending expression on her face, "Then you should also know that you are just my concubine's substitute, that's all. Don't think about things you shouldn't think about, that's not yours!"

After saying that, Zhen Huan's pride was still on her face, but Fu Ruyin laughed again, "Substitute? Yes, I am a substitute, but who do you think you are? It's just a poor substitute like me. I really take myself seriously. Hahaha, no no, you are more pitiful than me, at least I know it clearly, but you don’t know from the beginning to the end! Hahaha!"

Zhen Huan's pride froze on her face, and gradually she looked a little nondescript. She got up from the stool, looked at Fu Ruyin without blinking, her voice trembling, "You, what do you mean?"

Zhen Huan kept telling herself in her heart that Fu Ruyin said this on purpose, and that Qing loved her, but even Zhen Huan herself didn't believe it, she could feel Xuan Qing's closeness, she thought it was because they couldn't see each other a few times Because of the reason, she always comforted herself like this, but since seeing Fu Ruyin last time, a seed was planted in Zhen Huan's heart, and she felt more and more that Xuan Qing's previous words and actions revealed problems.Because of Zhen Yuluo's pregnancy, Zhen Huan put these suspicions behind her, but now, they all came back, and they were even more ferocious.

"Zhen Jieyu, do you know what my small characters are?" Fu Ruyin moved lightly, sat on the Arhat bed in the inner room, smiled intoxicatingly, "Wan Wan."

"Wanwan?!" Zhen Huan's eyes widened, and she involuntarily took a step back, leaning against the dressing table.

"'Wan Wan, yellow willow silk, miscellaneous flowers hanging down.' is a sentence in "Spring Ci"." Fu Ruyin smiled, and raised her hand to support Bu Yao on one side, "The prince said that I smiled very much. beautiful."

"Do you know what Zhu Rouze's small characters are?" Before Zhen Huan could respond, Fu Ruyin dropped the bombshell.

Zhen Huan's breathing became rapid, her hands on the dressing table tightly held the corners of the dressing table, and she stared at Fu Ruyin, who was sitting opposite and smiling, without blinking.

"Wan Wan." Fu Ruyin spit out two words softly, and the smile on his face became a little ironic, his eyes wandered on Zhen Huan's shocked and unbelievable face, revealing a deep emotion. The pity stung Zhen Huan in an instant, "Her title is her small print."

"Get out. Get out!" The nails on Zhen Huan's hands broke due to extreme force, but she couldn't care less. At this time, Zhen Huan just clenched the edge of the dressing table harder and harder, took a deep breath, and the pain on her fingertips reminded her See how real it all is for her.

"So, you are more pitiful than me." Fu Ruyin lowered her eyes and sighed lightly. She didn't know whether she was sighing for herself or Zhen Huan, but the two of them were similar, weren't they?Thinking of this, Fu Ruyin frowned with a smile, ignored Zhen Huan who was still supporting herself, got up and walked out, "Zhu Rouze's Jinghong Dance is really beautiful."

As the gate of Yingxin Hall closed, Zhen Huan's body gradually slid to the ground, her bloody hands tightly covered her mouth, she curled up into a ball and wept silently.

Zhu Rouze's startling dance?Zhen Huan suddenly thought that it was the Jinghong Dance in Fuli Temple that made her meet Xuan Qing, and even had several contacts afterwards. Later, when they came to Lingyun Peak, Xuanqing always asked her to dance the Jinghong Dance .The Jinghong Dance is for the man she loves. Zhen Huan is very willing to dance for Xuan Qing, and she is very happy that Xuan Qing loves her dancing posture so much. She even used this dance as an excuse to make fun of Xuan Qing.

It's just that all the sweetness in the past has become a deep hurt when I think about it now.

For a moment, Zhen Huan felt abandoned by the whole world.

Why?Why!Why is everyone doing this to her!What did she do wrong? !Double, double!How could she, Zhen Huan, be someone else's substitute? !How can you be someone else's substitute? !Her pride of Zhen Huan will never be allowed to be trampled on like this!

Wanwan?Heh, his name must be Wan Wan!As long as she thinks of the two words Wan Wan that Xuan Qing spits out every time she is happy with Xuan Qing, Zhen Huan feels disgusting!

Zhen Huan is now full of hatred!She hated Xuan Ling, Yu Yao and Yu Rao, Shen Mei Zhuang, every concubine in the palace, Wen Shichu, Xuan Qing...she hated everyone!

Zhen Huan swore to herself that if God favored her and allowed her to escape this catastrophe, she would make everyone submit to her feet!

However, Zhen Huan will never have another chance.

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