Chapter 15 [The Imperial Concubine Ceremony]

Chapter 15 [The Concubine's Ceremony]

The thick night like ink outside the window, the branches are slanting, the forest is swaying, and the dark candlelight is burning in the quiet room. Ru Mo opened her eyes slightly, sat up, and shouted at the back of the green silk on the ground; "Master."

The back of the green silk covered her face turned around, walked to the bed, tethered the corner of the quilt for her, and a secluded voice came out, "How are you?"

Ru Mo rolled the Buddha with her heart and cried out in panic, "Master Han Zi, my apprentice is not good. My Leng family suddenly caught fire, and my mother disappeared."

"Apprentice, your mother hasn't disappeared." Years of practice have made her not understand what emotions are. Only in the face of this apprentice who has been growing up can her look slightly fluctuate. She is the master who teaches Rumo light kung fu.

Ru Mo was stunned. She grabbed Yu Han Zi's robe and opened her mouth. "Master, do you know my mother's whereabouts? Where is she?"

Yu Hanzi's eyes were cold, and he bit his lower lip white; "Apprentice, come with the master..."

Ru Mo got out of bed and walked out of the hut behind the master, and her whole body was weak. "Master Han Zi, where is my mother?"

He was speechless, as if he was meditating. Suddenly, his smile was as cold as "Your mother is dead."

Ru Mo held Master's shoulders and smiled tremblingly, "Master, no, my mother will not die. You must be laughing with the disciple. It's a joke, right... How could my mother die... My mother won't... No..."

Yu Hanzi came forward and said, "Apprentice, your mother was burned to death by the fire of the Leng family, and the one who did it was He Guifei in the palace." The weak and charming voice knocked into the ear, and the words were like needles and every sentence was like an arrow.

Ru Mo took a messy step forward and collapsed in front of her mother's grave, which was just a small mound. She shrank and scratched the small grave with her hand and cried, "Mother, you won't leave Moer... Mother... You won't lie in this grave... I must see it with my own eyes... My daughter doesn't believe it..."

Yu Hanzi hugged the disciple and said softly, "Moer, your mother's body has been burned to a cross. Don't look at it, let your mother rest in peace. Do you understand what the master said? Why did your mother die tragically? It's all caused by the women in the palace, because they want to find 'Yixin Zui'. You want to avenge your mother, right?

Ru Mo looked back in a squint, "Master, why do you say that my mother was killed by He Guifei?"

Yu Hanzi grabbed the disciple's hand and looked worried, "So who made your hand like this? Don't you believe what Master said? Those who set the fire didn't survive. If you don't believe it, you can confront He Guifei.

Ru Mo's eyebrows twitched, and she laughed sadly. "Hahahaha" The laughter fell, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of her mouth. Her eyes were cold and beautiful. "My mother is gone. Now only Master is the most trusted person for Moer. Who else can he believe if the disciple doesn't believe in the master?"

A touch of snow-white plain yarn was wrapped in her chest, and she choked silently, hoarse sadness, and bottomless despair. The resentful eyes were tightly closed, and her arms trembled violently, drowning her in the suffering and she was unable to breathe.

Yu Hanzi wiped the tears off the disciple's cheeks and said in a low voice, "Moer, are you ready? Master is going to stab.

Ru Mo suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Yu Hanzi hesitantly, "Does Master have to go to the palace with his disciples? Does the master have to have a tattoo on the disciple's breasts? Does Master want Moer to take revenge?"

Yu Hanzi suddenly got up, with a ferocious face and sneered, "What are you talking about?" Well, Master, if you don't care about you, just let your mother die in vain. You can live the life you want in the future, but remember that you will never want to protect your relatives. Don't you still have a brother and sister? The next one to die in vain will be them. Can your mother rest in peace?"

Ru Mo's eyes were as smoke and fog, and her eyes gradually became confused. "Master, who are you and what kind of secret is there?"

"Yes, Master didn't tell you something, but I can't say it now. You will naturally know then. I can only tell you now that I have a grudge against Han Zi in the palace!" With harsh eyes and painful hatred, behind the bloody wind, she chose to live in seclusion. She saw the shadow of her youth from her beloved disciple. What kind of story does this white-haired master have?

"Master, you tattoo for your apprentice." Ru Mo turned back to her senses and turned her heart horizontally. Her face was like thin frost, word by word, extremely clear, as if it had been squeezed out from the depths of her throat.

Yu Hanzi warmed his eyes. He tied several needles to the wooden stick and sucked it in the dye in a small bowl. The dye that was powdered in the snow was made of plants. The tip of the needle penetrates the tulle, and with the next location pierces the skin, the dye slowly penetrates, mixed with small blood marks, oozing blood out, red and white, just like the jasmine heart, pure and enchanting.

Ru Mo's breath was rapid. The needle seemed to seep into her bone and blood, devouring her thoughts. Finally, her face rippled with a collapse, but she did not cry, but only bit her lip to suppress the pain.

Yu Hanzi took down the acupuncture needle, and an amazing smile bloomed at the corners of her mouth. She seemed to be holding the victory and said excitedly, "Moer, the thorn is done. Look, it's so beautiful." Unexpectedly, her disciple did not answer. Looking at it again, Ru Mo had already pulled her head and fainted.

Under the tulle of Rumo's chest, on the upper left side of the milk hook, a flower of jasmine is snow-white, like a dream, as enchanting as a blood flower.

Yu Hanzi stabbed a "blood jasmine" for the apprentice Rumo, and what will this jasmine brand change? From this moment on, is she no longer the simple little girl? Can she avenge her mother? Or the "Palace Fighting" behind this glory has just begun.

In the flashy music, Gong E hugged and supported Ru Mo and walked slowly. A big red painting of the golden palace costume, the phoenix feathers fluttered, and her gorgeous makeup reflected her jade face like a red haze pavement, dazzling. The peach-shaped gold cloth on the bun swayed, the glazed beads were green, and the five green crystals in the middle of the eyebrows flashed, which was beautiful.

The chief eunuch Shuang Quan'er read the imperial edict; "Feng Tian Chengyun Emperor said: Leng Ru Mohui, the daughter of the Leng family, is gentle and virtuous, beautiful, beautiful and intelligent, deeply won my heart, and specially made her concubine. Carrying the order, the gold book given, Yongsui Houlu. "Qinzai!"

The maids of honor served Ru Mo to remove her makeup. She waved her hand slightly and motioned them to retreat. Xiao Baojuan is still receiving congratulations from the courtiers in front of her, so she is the only one left in the bedroom now. Standing at the window, I couldn't help shivering and thinking, "Xiao Yan, will you hate Moer? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Emperor Xiao Bao rolled into Rumo's bedroom with the help of Shuang Quan'er. At this time, Ru Mo's upper body was covered with tulle, and her lower body was wearing a breast-thorned lily skirt, and the jasmine on the left side of the crisp chest was half exposed, which was particularly enchanting.

Xiao Bao rolled up to the candlelight and looked at the half ** jasmine petals crazily. In an instant, his eyes couldn't help squinting. Suddenly, he smiled and shook off the two who helped him. His body staggered. Ru Mo hurriedly held it and smiled, "How much wine did the emperor drink?"

When Xiao Bao heard the sound, he was suddenly intoxicated. His eyes had already wandered at Rumo's chest, and his hands began to be dishonest. He seemed to touch the jasmine piercing her chest. She retreated cautiously. He followed a step, suddenly grabbed her waist, and muttered softly, "My concubine, when did you become like this? Beautiful? Is the jasmine on the chest painted or prickly, or what kind of birthmark?

Ru Mo was shy, squeezed her eyes and smiled, and changed the topic, "Let's not talk about this. The emperor and his concubine haven't had a glass of wine yet? Why don't we discuss whether it's painted or thorny after drinking.

Xiao Bao's wife stuck to Ru Mo's face and laughed warmly, "My concubine said very well. Now that it's beautiful scenery, how can I not drink a glass of wine? After drinking it, I will make my concubine drunk like a dream..."

Xiao Bao's full of wine breath blew into Ru Mo's ears, making her hair stand up. She took off Xiao Bao's "claws". As soon as she broke free, she picked up the wine glass and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, why don't you have a drink with me?"

Xiao Bao rolled his waist and came over, took the wine glass, drank it all at once, and couldn't help sighing excitedly, sighing and raising his voice; "My concubine, I can marry you. Originally, I was worried that you wouldn't like me, but I didn't expect to take you out of the palace, and you changed your mind to marry me. Do you know that your brother Lengsu in the 'Begonia Tower' After a person ran back, I thought I would never see you again. Unexpectedly, you came back later. God's will, you are still my after all..." With this time, he filled himself with a large glass of wine and poured it into his mouth. With the strength of the wine, he wanted to spit it out quickly.

"That day, when my concubine passed away, Mo'er suddenly felt sad, so she went to worship her younger brother with her brother and told her heart. Later, she met the master who had been teaching Mo'er since she was a child. After the guidance of the master, Mo'er figured it out and felt your sincerity to Mo'er. How could Mo'er be willing to leave you? Besides, Mo'er's sister is also In the palace, my mother is gone, and only my brother and sister are the closest. Ru Mo's eyes turned slightly red, and her face was full of guilt. She narrated with a pitiful look, but this kind of grievance evolved to the bottom of her heart was another meaning; "Mo'er came back to avenge her mother, but the price of revenge was that I must give up my love with Xiao Yan!"

Half of the red candle has been burned out, and the air is filled with a slight smell of wine. At this time, Emperor Xiao Baojun began to pause after a burst of chatter. He burps, swallowed his twentieth glass of wine, looked at Ru Mo, and muttered, "Princes Mo, my concubine Mo, I have been thinking about you for a long time. Today is us. On a happy day, let's go to the 'Song of Zhou's Courtesy'..." As soon as the words fell, he suddenly picked up Ru Mo, staggered to the clouds, and swam to the front of the bed.

Xiao Baojuan threw Ru Mo on the bed and made it up for it excitedly. He didn't forget to mutter: "My concubine, the spring night is worth a thousand gold at this moment. But I can't get it for ten thousand gold at this moment."