Chapter 32 Revenge of Spiritual Practice

Lingxiu replied to the enchanting appearance again, and his lips opened slightly: "Tut, these young people are not easy, and they are not as good as you in those years."

The emperor's uncle glanced at her and did not make a sound. He quickly came over and took my hand in a soft tone: "I stayed up all night, but I'm exhausted. Hurry up and take some food to make up for my sleep. Don't think too much, I'm here for everything." He pinned my hair behind his ears.

"No." I put up my feet, and my cold fingers wanted to erase the black blue under him at present: "My uncle should not be too anxious. Only by taking good care of himself can he handle things better. It's so hard that Ah You is distressed!"

"Well, what a 'father and daughter filial piety'. Only you two look like a family in the big Han Palace~~" I looked sideways at Ling Xiu, and the corners of her eyes were sarcastically.

"In my opinion, I'm afraid your madness has happened again, come on..."

"No need." The emperor's uncle was about to call someone but was stopped by spiritual cultivation. She patted her sleeve: "I don't mean to stay here. I'm afraid that only the middle palace can be cleaner in this palace."

"But." The spiritual practice that has taken a few steps and looked back: "Don't forget what you should have done. No matter what you want to do, I just want my son to be safe!"

"You can rest assured that he is also my son." The emperor's uncle paused and stressed, "The only son."

This is not the first time I have seen a dead person, but when I think that the human figure wrapped in this white silk cloth is the beautiful and shy daughter of the Zhao family, the stubborn and thin body kneeling in the night wind, and the awkward bride I welcomed in front of the palace gate, and my heart is not only blocked.

The emperor's uncle issued an order to make a thick coriage of her with the imperial concubine's ceremony. The red and white alternated between the East Palace, and the gongs and drums were still noisy and the bells were screaming. Unfortunately, such a disturbance could not wake up this young life. This time, she was still isolated from this prosperity, but it was really feathered away.

I saw Lord Zhao, who married his daughter the next day and buried her daughter the next day. He crawled in front of the spirit, sobbing and almost sad. Several women are comforting them, thinking that it should be his wives and concubines. Humph, no matter how Zhao Qianjin died, I'm afraid you can't get rid of it. There are no people left. Why bother coming here to pretend again?

Turning his eyes away, he saw the prince. He was full of filial piety and stood in front of the hall with an inexplicable expression.

I wanted to come forward to comfort him, but I didn't know where to start, so I had to stand with him far away.

Suddenly, the palace people sang and came in, and everyone stopped moving and looked at the door with wide eyes.

"The second son of the Zhao family came to mourn."

A thin figure slowly walked in. His eyes were deep and concave, his cheekbones protruded, and there was no trace of the past.

"Tingyu!" Of course, the most excited thing is the prince. I watched him rush over, just like a fish seeing water and a bird running to the light.

Finally, he was dragged by the palace people around him, and the prince who could not move could only call hoarsely: "Tingyu, Tingyu, Ting..."

Tingyu didn't seem to hear it. She walked straight to the coffin and outlined the tight white cloth. "Sister, brother is late. Don't blame you." The white cloth in front of him was covered with layers of wetness and ticking.

"Reverse son!" Lord Zhao, who was already sad at first, jumped up at this moment, and everyone quickly stopped him.

"Reverse son, reverse son! If it weren't for you, why would your sister get married... Why did Fanghua die early?

"Father, the child knows it's wrong." Tingyu knelt down to him and bowed his head and made a big salute: "The child should not disobey you, should not ignore his family, and should not... be ignorant."

As soon as this word came out, the whole audience was silent.

"Ting..." The prince, who was struggling, was stunned. After a moment, he woke up and hurriedly argued: "Tingyu, believe me, you must believe me!"

Tingyu straightened up, smiled bitterly, turned to face the prince, and made another big salute: "Tingyu is not talented. I beg Your Highness to thoroughly investigate the real murderer and give justice to the Zhao family for the sake of Tingyu in recent years. Tingyu crawled on the ground and did not move. The prince was silent and right, like a stone statue.

At that time, a cold night wind surged in, bringing the green veil in the mourning hall to roll up freely, and the shadow of the candlelight on the wall suddenly danced like a wild snake.

"Why? Isn't it worth believing in me? Do you think I will kill your sister? For a long time, the prince's voice seemed to come out of the ground, dull and depressed.

"Tingyu dare not." Still not looking up, Tingyu's voice was a little sluggish, but extremely hard: "How dare you speculate about the Prince's Hall?"

"You..." The prince trembled all over and turned pale: "You are so determined that you want to draw a clear line with me, right?"

"You are a nobleman, and the people are useless and nameless. You and Tingyu are the difference between clouds and mud, so there is no need to deliberately define them. Regardless of the blue veins on the prince's forehead, Tingyu got up, shook his clothes, and then saluted Lord Zhao: "I'm here just to say goodbye to my sister. Now that my mind is over, I can't stay more. Father, the child is unfilial and can't be accompanied. Please forgive me.

Lord Zhao looked at him in a staring way, but stretched out his hand but wanted to stop talking.

Ting Yu turned around and stepped out of the gate, " Stop, stop!" The prince finally broke free from the shackles, ran forward a few steps, and then stopped again.

"Thank you for your love for Tingyu in recent years, but the people have been thinking about it for a long time, and there is really no blessing. Therefore, let's not go here. From now on, the sky is high and the water is far away. I hope you will cherish it.

Tingyu left like this,

On that cool autumn night, the moonlight was full of windows, and the shadow was clear.

The prince knelt on the ground, and the sad smile echoed and hovered in the night with the lonely back that was gradually leaving.

Something big happened. I don't think spiritual cultivation will have time to pay attention to me for at least a short period of time. Who would have thought that after school the next day, Tang Lin pulled me to that remote garden again.

The spiritual practice has been waiting there, and the Mother who is usually servo on the side is not there. She is alone on the appendix pole, with her back to me, and is meditating. The decadent around her is rendering her back a little desolate.

"Is it coming?" After a while, she turned around, as if she had just realized that our arrival was not as sensitive as usual.

"Spiritual Master..."

I grabbed Tang Lin and looked sideways and said, "We have made a comer. No wonder, Empress!"

"Huang..." Tanglin's mouth could almost put down an egg. She pulled me with her backhand: "You, what did you just say? Who is she? Queen?"

"Yes, it's the 'queen' who worships Buddha all year round." The spiritual practice seemed to have been expected for a long time, and his expression had not changed. He took Tang Lin's words by the way.

"That?"

Why don't you avoid the world? Why is the queen of the middle palace of the big man a dancer? Are you trying to ask these questions? Tang Lin was blocked by Ling Xiu's words and swallowed in an instant.

"Mother, don't you want to solve my puzzles?" I calmly looked at her.

Ling Xiu smiled self-deprecatingly and turned around: "I, Yin Lingxiu, have always been an atheist. How can I say 'respect Buddha'? That is, your emperor's uncle can come up with such a funny reason." Only then did I know that the queen of the big man's surname is Yin. It's really strange. Why did I ignore this problem so much before?

She sighed: "The truth is that the mother of a country has been imprisoned in the middle palace all year round. As for the reason for being under house arrest, His Majesty said it was because of my origin. Indeed, in those years, I was just a small dancer in the music house. If not... Although I gave birth to the eldest grandson, Ran'er, my humble identity has always been criticized.

"But this is too far-fetched. Since it has let you do it, it shows that this is no longer a problem." Tanglin asked puzzledly, but I didn't say anything.

"The situation on that day was too complicated, and it was really funny to say that I was later. At that time, I had been imprisoned in the East Palace for many years. I never dreamed that your majesty's accession to the throne would think of me. I was so happy that he was finally thinking about the past, but all of it was just because of a ridiculous spirit struggle." She seemed to remember something and laughed in a low voice, as if the laughter came out of her throat and whimpered.

"This is about the real reason why I was banned," she suddenly turned her head and looked at me and continued, "The reason why I was established is actually the same - it is precisely because I gave birth to Ran. Because someone can't have children for your majesty, so I hate it. Now it's a great blessing that I can still think of it alive here. A Di's biological mother was given a glass of dove wine after giving birth..."

"Is it the harem competing for favor?" Hearing such royal secrets, Tanglin's eyes widened and full of curiosity.

"The harem? When Your Majesty hadn't ascended the throne, I had fallen out of favor. No, I have never been favored. How can I fight? What's more, I'm afraid your majesty's harem has never been favored. His heart has fallen elsewhere early, and even the fate of us is actually completely influenced by the joys and anger of his loved one.

"Who is Your Majesty's sweetheart? Hasn't it been taken into the palace?"

The spiritual practice did not answer her, but turned around and looked directly at me: "Naturally, you can't enter the palace. As for the reason, in fact, you know Ah You! You should be the most clear about who your majesty's sweetheart is!"

Her eyes seemed to have the power to penetrate people's hearts, which made my back chill and tremble all over. I couldn't help stepping back a few steps, but she shook her head firmly: "Don't spread rumors. I, I won't believe it."

"Well, just continue to deceive yourself." She curled her lips.

"Who is it? Who is it?" Tanglin is still persistently asking.

Who is it? When the dead Empress Dowager was hysterical, when I was frank with the emperor's uncle, and when I carefully tested the emperor's uncle to keep Tingyu, in fact, I already had an answer in my heart. However, how dare I uncover the bloody truth? How can I bear such a fact?

"What's the purpose of your approach to me?" I questioned the spiritual practice loudly.

"Oh, didn't you ask me to solve the puzzle? In this way, I can't calm down. It seems that I'm still young~~~ If it were your mother..."

"You are not allowed to mention my mother!"

"Don't mention it? How can I not mention that she is the best friend of Yin Lingxiu in my life. She raised her eyebrows gently, and every word seemed to come out of her nose: "If it weren't for her, how could I change from a sparrow to a phoenix? If it weren't for her, how could I 'devoting myself to Buddha' in the palace for more than 20 years? If it hadn't been for her..." Her expression became more and more excited, and later she was choked. Then she simply covered her face with her sleeves and sat on the ground slowly with her back against her appendicia.

I was silent for a long time, and even Tang Lin, who couldn't figure out the situation, was stunned. I was finally able to speak calmly:

"Do you hate her? So I want to borrow it for revenge."

"Revenge~~" She slowly raised her head and stared at me with red eyes. Suddenly, she seemed to smile proudly: "When I first saw you, I really thought about it. But later, she thought about why use me again. Isn't her greatest retribution in front of me?