Chapter 78 Miwan Imperial Noble Concubine

In the next few days, Yu Meiren did not see Beiqiu Yin again.

Chenfang Hall, where the former imperial concubine Miwan and the biological mother of the fifth prince lived, no one dared to enter here for several years. Beiqiu Yin hid her very well. Except for the little eunuch that day and a maid who had been with the imperial concubine Miwan before, almost no one knew her existence.

The yard of Chenfang Hall is very clean. After the snow melts, the tree can be seen to grow beautifully.

Beauty Yu laughed. It should be another story of a beautiful woman. With a man's love, she passed away forever in the most beautiful years, so Beiqiu Rui was so persistent to make her son the crown prince. Therefore, when Beiqiu Rui drank the poison, there would be such a painful light in his eyes. Mang.

It's very sad to be killed by the child of a beloved woman, Master, she finally made the man suffer in the same way.

The man who brought pain to others finally died in the same painful way. After all, did she do it right or wrong?

"Girl, it's cold, one more batch of clothes."

Beauty Yu turned around and was her aunt who had been taking care of her. Her face was quiet, and she could not see Xiangxiu, the maid of Chenfang Pavilion, who was very happy and sad.

Beauty Yu smiled, reached out to take the blue robe, put it on her body, and then looked at the other party: "Auntie, don't you blame me for living in this room?

It should be resentment. Beauty Yu sighed in her heart. She lived in the dust hall and lived in the room belonging to her master. Any palace person would hate the arrival of her, an invading person.

"No one can understand her in her life."

Rarely, Chenfang's face showed such a nostalgic look: "Don't worry, as long as Master Ru doesn't blame you, I have no right to blame you. Master Ru told me before his death that she must tell her story to everyone who lives in this room. She has never complained to anyone, even if the emperor has never really loved her. She doesn't want to. She just wants to tell her story to everyone who has been here. One day the emperor will understand her feelings, but unfortunately you are the first.

"Did the emperor never love her? Auntie, what does this mean?

Beauty Yu doesn't understand. Beiqiu Rui has always wanted to pass the throne to the fifth prince Beiqiu He. This fifth prince is neither the direct descendant nor the best of the three princes. Why does Beiqiu Rui love this child? If not for love, then why?

Xiangxiu did not answer Yu Meiren's words, but pointed to the trees that withdrew their silver coats: "Her stories are buried under those trees."

After Xiangxiu finished speaking, he turned around and faced Yu Meiren: "My master is the youngest daughter of General Fang Qing in those years. General Fang has two daughters, and the other is the queen of Beiqiu Rui, Fang Yi, and these two daughters are twins."

Twins, twins, Yu Meiren was stunned for a moment. She could almost imagine the story after that whether the Beiqiu brothers met such a love by coincidence or by God.

"Fang Yi's temper is like fire. He likes to appear in the military camp with his father's men's clothing. There is no man in the Fang family, so no one can inherit the Fang family's great ambition. The general also let go of this daughter Hu Lai. The emperor, the original third prince, met the eldest lady of the Fang family in the military camp and learned about his daughter at a glance. When he returned to the imperial city, he pretended to be out of the palace one day and saw the woman in the folk streets. Unfortunately, at that time, he saw the second lady of the Fang family, Fang Xuru. The owner of Ru was kind-hearted and a water-like person. He always brought things from home to the people for those little beggars. When the third prince asked, he knew that my family was small. As a sister, she soon sent someone to propose marriage, and that's how my daughter married into the palace.

Xiangxiu said this and didn't go on, and Yu Meiren could also imagine the later story.

A prince's wrong love and wrong marriage, and the emotional entanglement between the three people is nothing more than the loss of a beautiful woman.

She had to congratulate her master. At least Beiqiu's choice was a unique love. His choice was too wise to hurt both women completely.

But Beiqiu Rui, is she a fiery sister or a gentle and kind sister like water?

"So, what about the emperor, which one does she love?"

"I don't know."

Xiangxiu turned around and seemed to have drooped a drop of tears and sighed slightly: "The emperor has never explained which one he loves. Master Ru has never fought. Miss Fang's love is like fire, step by step, but Master Ru retreats step by step. On the surface, the emperor is biased towards the eldest lady and constantly favor. Ru The master also pretended to have no feelings for the emperor and was not surprised by the favor or humiliation. She carefully maintained the feelings between the sisters, but she did well enough, but I know that she suffered in her heart. In fact, her feelings for the emperor were no less than that of the eldest lady, and the emperor, I always felt that he did not have no feelings for the young lady.

What Chenfang said is a plain love story, which doesn't seem to even involve the love relationship, but Yu Meiren has changed her outlook on Beiqiu Rui from that story.

Indeed, Beiqiu Rui hurt two women like Beiqiu, but what he chose was to sacrifice his love to fulfill the hearts of the two women. As long as it was the way they wanted, he would give it to a man who was so gentle and delicate to women. Yu Mei couldn't figure out why he would be cruel to let that. Fire to destroy a woman's happiness.

If Beauty Yu is right, Beiqiu Rui initially loved Miss Fang as strong as fire, which made him remember at a glance. However, Miss Fang's tenderness and kindness, understanding him and understanding him are the things that go deep into his heart. He protected both women in his own way without getting hurt, or even sparing to use them. A false excuse to put his favorite woman's son on the throne, but he expected one thing wrong, that is, Miss Fang's love.

Or God punished him for destroying other people's love, so Beiqiu Rui can't get his own love.

It is also possible that what she thinks is wrong, but who Beiqiu Rui loves has nothing to do with her.

Shouldn't she be happy? The sadness of the enemy should make her feel happy, but why, she will have a regret and a faint sadness.

Xiangxiu's story is over, but her story continues. For many days, Beiqiu Yin has not come to see her. Fortunately, she has no twin sisters, and there will be no face in the world that looks exactly like her.

She should be grateful that her love can't tolerate tragedy. She doesn't want to be a stand-in for anyone, and she doesn't want anyone to be her stand-in.

One-hearted, pure and flawless love, this is her destination.

What's more, she was the man she met when she was a child. She has been with him for eight years. In these eight years, his feelings for her, even if he can't go deep into the bone marrow, it should be enough to help each other.

In an instant, there was a smile in her eyes. She walked to the opposite of Xiangxiu and smiled: "Auntie, it's cold. I want to go back to the house to rest first."

"Don't you want to see what Master Ru buried under the tree?"

Beauty Yu shook her head: "No, my aunt hasn't touched anything under the tree for so many years. She is afraid of disturbing the heart of the imperial concubine Miwan. What's more, the person who wanted to dig the things buried under the tree during her lifetime is not me, but that person. Now that person is dead and may have been with the noble concubine underneath. My mother met and said to each other. Since that person is dead, I don't need to disturb other people's stories. I haven't finished my own story yet.

Yes, she is not a kind woman and will not give in like the imperial concubine Miwan. In her bones, she is closer to the hot persistence of Miss Fang, and even stronger than her. She has the pride of modern people. Even if she has been deeply raised by ancient people for 17 years, she can't accept to serve others. A husband.

"Xiangxiu sent the girl."

Beauty Yu still smiled and said nothing on her face, but sighed when she turned around. In the past few days, she has found excuses to tell herself again and again that Beiqiu Yin is just too busy. He is a king, and there are many political matters to deal with, but that excuse only makes her feel more and more that she can never compare with the world in his heart.

With the world, how can the love she seeks be as pure and flawless as she imagined, otherwise fine dust.

However, this is her choice. She chose him, and he chose the world, and she will become his world and devote herself to the world for him. She will still be the one who stands shoulder to him.

Turning around, her heart turned back to its original place and raised her head. The sky was slightly orange and yellow, lingering with a faint halo, which made her stop.

The strange and slightly warm color changed, and the red shadow in my mind swayed out, and the handsome face seemed to be in front of me.

"So, I'm the first one. Even if you watch the sunset with others in the future, you will still think of me."

Unconsciously, the arc on his lips softened, and a trace of ripples inexplicably surged from the bottom of his heart, mixed with a trace of warmth in the original wavering sadness, and then faded little by little with the afterglow of the sunset, his eyes gradually clear and frowned.

At this time, how could she think of the devil, and how could she remember what he said so clearly? Could it be...

Is it possible that the devil put some spell on him that made her really think of him when she saw the sunset?

Thinking that this is like a thorn in my heart, there is always indescribable clarity, and a heart is also a little irritable.

Beauty Yu lowered her head, restrained her wild thoughts, and walked towards the house.

A gust of wind stroked, and the withered yellow leaves on the tree made a sound, as if to tell a pure and beautiful love, and then fell sparsely. No one noticed that at the end of the fingers behind the yellow leaves, there was a cluster of branches, which recklessly drilled out a little tender yellow green, hiding on the withered side. , sprouted silently.