Chapter 1 Wake up cardamom, love and hate
Her last memory was abdominal pain, cold invasion, and falling into a bottomless hell.
In the sight, it is not a dazzling flame, but a comfortable pale, just like countless mornings waking up from dreams, and the shallow skylight permeates inside from outside the window.
Su Ying closed her eyes hard and then slowly opened them again.
She found herself sleeping in Zhusha's tent, with a soft brocade mattress under her body. Although she felt dizzy, the sharp pain in her lower abdomen had dissipated, and there was no more desperate dry and tingling sensation in her throat and corners of her eyes.
Is it because you are born noble, so even if you go to hell, you are still treated with beautiful clothes and jade?
In the chaotic thinking, such a ridiculous idea suddenly emerged.
Suddenly wakes up!
Jump up from the couch, lifted the vermilion tent, stood barefoot on the floor made of cherry wood, and looked at the scene around blankly - the silhouette of the green bamboo in the screen window, moving rustlingly. You can imagine the gentle south wind swimming in the flowers and leaves, and a pot of flowers in the pear wood case under the window has bloomed, and was The pale sky reflects the thrilling jade, the edge of the hundred treasures standing against the wall, and a painting of ink landscape. The lonely nine lamps in front of the bed, the red candle was obviously cold, and the floating smoke coiled out of the carved flower tripod on the ground.
What is ringing behind you? As soon as you turn around, you will see a bead curtain.
It's clearly familiar and really strange...
Reconsciously look to the left--
On the carved ebony dressing table, her blurred figure was reflected in a bronze mirror.
Jade and white gauze, blue silk hanging shoulders, not yet!
Binjing spread out your palms and put them in front of your eyes...
This is her hand, but it should not be the hand before her death. Whether it is fingers or wrists, it is too slender.
"Five Niang!" Suddenly, a woman's soft voice sounded behind her, with a slight surprise and surprise.
A maid in blue opened the curtain, sharpened melon seed face, curved willow eyebrows, and a pair of watery eyes looking at her.
"Spring dusk..." Jing shouted hesitantly and heard his slightly hoarse but childish voice.
Is it a dream? Is it still a dream in front of you, or is it a nightmare?
"Wuniang had a whole day of high fever and retreated last night. How can she stand barefoot on the floor?" Chunmu hurried over, held the beautiful scenery's hand and led her to the couch.
The warmth of her palm is so warm that it makes the scenery feel the blood surging as warmly in the veins.
So once again looked around carefully, those carved screen embroidery paintings and those jade bottle porcelain bottles.
There is no doubt that this is her boudoir, a place she has lived in for more than ten years and is extremely familiar. It is not the Guan Suiyuan of the King of Chu Mansion, not the Lantern Festival night full of haze and murder! It's not a ten-year celebration, so... when is it tonight?
Beaup>The beautiful scenery once again turned his eyes to the left and clearly saw five different exquisite silk gauze palace flowers in the purple red glazed bottle.
I remember that since she was seven years old and became interested in the silk flowers given by the spring palace for the first time, my grandmother would reward a branch every year, and she had to take it back to her boudoir and insert it on the dressing table until she came to the dressing table - then, it was her cardamom years old, her 12 years old!
The panic in my heart gradually subsided, and the scenery almost filled my eyes with tears. Only then did I realize how afraid I was to wake up in the ten years of Yuanqing - death, sometimes is not the most terrible, the most terrible thing is to live, but I don't know how to face evil.
However, she prefers that the things she has experienced for ten years are just an accidental nightmare of the cardamom girl.
But even if she was shocked by the moment, she understood that it was just an extravagant hope. If it was really a dream, when she was so relieved at this time, she would not have such a turbulent hatred, and there would not be such a cone-hearted shame.
"Wuniang..." Chunmu was obviously puzzled by the complicated look of the scenery and asked worriedly, "Wuniang still has a headache? Is your throat still dry and uncomfortable? The maidservant went back to the Duke's wife and asked the imperial doctor to take a look at Wu Niang again.
"No! No, I'm fine. I'm fine." He quickly refused. Yijing lifted the veil and hid himself in the brocade: "Spring twilight, I'm just a little tired. You let me be quiet alone, and I'll rest for a while."
The fresh magnolia fragrance on the soft brocade is entangled with the fragrant lily outside the tent, gently surrounding the beautiful scenery. This familiar breath made her no longer be able to suppress tears. She broke down the embankment and washed it into the corners of her mouth along her cheeks. The bitter taste was like the bowl of hot tea handed over by Yuzhou before she died.
I cried bitterly, and the scenery began to recall the heart-piercing past in her ridiculously squandering time.
Jinzhi Yuye, spoiled and grew up like a pearl treasure, she was taken care of by her elders - the fifth daughter of the Su family in the Duke of Wei.
Bingxue is smart, talented and beautiful, which is the praise of the elders around her; Kyoto Shuanghua, a famous noble woman, this is the world's evaluation of her. The most bumpy thing in the boudoir is nothing more than being separated from her biological mother forever - her mother was born in Jianning Houfu Huang, married her father, Duke Wei, and gave birth to twins of her eldest brother and sister. Three years later, she was born, but because of her weakness, she fell ill after giving birth and died after only two months.
Even so, when her mother's concubine became her stepmother, she also took good care of her, not to mention the most noble eldest princess of Shangyuan in the Dalong Dynasty, her grandmother, who cherished her in every way.
She never cherished the love of her relatives, as if she felt that she deserved it.
She is arrogant and often quarrels with her sisters. Even the direct sister of a mother compatriot has never been close to her.
Only for Yuzhou, he is obedient and obedient, just because he has no guesses with his childhood sweetheart.
Before, there was no word of sadness in her life until the Empress Dowager gave her marriage. The yellow roll connected her with Yu Zhou's cousin, Yu Yu, the son of the king of Chu.
Under the roof, every time they met, they had to maintain etiquette for several weeks. They were clearly affectionate and meaningful, but they still had to be strange and polite. At one time, she and Yu Zhou had a hard life.
She is unwilling to struggle and want to control her destiny and be with him, even overnight.
At least at that time, she thought so, at least at that time, she thought he had the same intention.
Life and death are rich, talk with Zicheng, hold the hand of the son, and grow old together with the son. This is his promise, how pleasant and touching! So that when he handed the bottle of poison to his hand and begged for it, she did not doubt his words at all.
He said - beautiful scenery, the emperor has ordered his father to open the house alone. After March next spring, it will be difficult for you and me to see you again. Whenever I think of you, I must be separated, and I can't hold hands anymore, I can't wait to die. It's a good scene. I can't die without you. If I die, you only need to cry once, just forget me. Poor scenery, if I die, who else can comfort you?
How could she let him die?
He said - there is another way, as long as the son is more ill... This medicine can make him sleepless. If so, I can replace him as the son of the king of Chu and stay in the palace of Chu to accompany you.
She believed every word he said.
What a ridiculous thing. It's really ironic that she is praised as a talented girl in Kyoto.
Hesitating, she still mixed the poison in the world's medicine soup with her trembling hands.
On the night of the Lantern Festival, the maidservants in Guan Suiyuan were rewarded to return home to reunite with their families. Only she served the son with her dowry maids. In order to avoid people's ears and eyes, she only left the most trusted Dongyu around her in the room. She did not expect that the bowl of hot tea made for her was poisoned.
The son twitched in her arms and died of bloodshed. At that time, she had not yet realized that there was a death trap and had been gloomyly waiting for her.
He poured out the poisoned tea with his own hands and handed it to her, comforting him in his mouth - beautiful scenery. Calm down and drink this bowl of tea first. Believe me, everything will be fine.
But when she had a pain like hanging, she clearly heard his last words--
Wing, I really admired you, but it's a pity that you have to die. It's you who poisoned the son of the world with your own hands and then take poison!
At the last glance, I looked at him standing in the warm light of the red candle with a quiet expression.
At the last glance, I saw Dongyu standing beside him, holding a suicide note in his hand and smiling at her.
The retribution came too quickly, which relieved her. The only pity is that it is not as good as resentment.
I didn't expect that God heard her regret and let her be reborn in this wanton cardamom, a beautiful boudoir time before everything happened.
However, in her heart, there was no relaxation and happiness at all, but was heavily suppressed and could hardly breathe. It was resentment more than guilt, or guilt more than resentment. Yen Jing still dared not experience it in detail. She was not ready to face the next thing.
In the season of Qionghua, it should still be early summer. In May, the third anniversary, there is still a long way to go from the cold Lantern Festival.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a mocking sound outside. A slightly sharp and high voice was shouting, and the spring evening was explaining in aggrievedly. In addition, a woman's calm voice was scolding, and the soft and childish voice was comforting. It seemed that someone else added fuel to the fire. These voices were clearly familiar to her, but they were a little strange. Born.
Her sisters are all young, but at the time of the Yuanqing ten years, most of them have married other women. Whether it is a dispute or a heart-to-heart talk, there are not many opportunities.
Yijing quickly wiped away the tears on her face. I remember that when she didn't like to cry.
is still lying on the wall, hearing the soft touch of the bead curtain, and then a series of domineering feet. Outside Zhu Sha's tent, there is a sharp voice from San Niang: "Five sister, if it's sunny as before, why are you still resting?"
The scenery sighed secretly.
Although her third sister is competitive, she is not unruly and domineering. Especially in front of her direct mother and daughter, she is the most clever. However, the principle of the third sister will collapse every time she meets her and has to compete with her. Even if she makes trouble, it will be the third sister herself who will be punished next time. Let her go easily.
Another series of footsteps. It seems that the sisters have followed San Niang to her bed and stared at her spine. The scenery gradually felt a little uncomfortable.
Horizontal and vertical are unavoidable, so it's better to face the provocation.
But before the scene turned over, Chunmu has opened his mouth to persuade him: "Mrsang, it's not that the Fifth Lady doesn't want to see you. It's really hot last night. I just retreated a little this morning. I begged the ladies to let the Fifth Lady rest for a while. When the Fifth Lady is better, I will definitely thank the ladies for coming to visit."
Ba Niang also carefully advised, "Third sister, let's go back and don't disturb the fifth sister's rest."
Ba Niang and San Niang are both daughters of the Duke of Wei, but their temperaments are very different. Among the few sisters, Ba Niang and Ba Niang are always the best.
How could Sanniang listen? Her face raised high, raised two willow eyebrows, her slender eyes looked slightly, and her eyes went along the bridge of her nose to Chunmu: "Our sisters are talking. How can you, a slave maidservant interve in? Do we have to write a post to visit the fifth sister and give you for approval? Don't stand aside and don't be annoying here.
Yichen, the eldest daughter of the Duke of Wei, couldn't stand it anymore. Her long cheeks were pounding, and her apricot eyes stared slightly, naturally revealing a solemn demeanor of the eldest sister: "Chunmu is also for the sake of the fifth sister. What is the reason why the third sister annoyed her? I just advised you not to come in, but you don't listen. You have to disturb the fifth sister's rest. I am careful. Mother and grandmother punished you again.
Even if Sanniang refused to accept it, she did not dare to force her mouth in front of her eldest sister. She had to curl the corners of her mouth, and an eye swept to the spring evening, and then she carried it out again.
The second daughter, the second wife, was not willing to miss the opportunity to instigate the thorn. She pinched the brocade handkerchief and half covered her lips and smiled: "The fifth sister obviously got rid of the heat last night. Linglong came to visit her. When she went back, she was clearly reported like this. I happened to hear it in Yuanying Hall. Why did we come, it became How about the fever that subsided early this morning?
Bingjing sighed again. He thought that there was this second sister who was afraid that the world would not be disturbed today. He couldn't avoid it, so he turned over lazily, pretended to wake up from a big dream, opened his sleepy eyes, stood up half on the pillow, and looked at the sisters who were not neatly standing in front of the couch in turn.
The eldest sister, second sister, third sister, fourth sister, sixth sister, eighth sister, and the seven golden flowers of the Guogongfu gathered together. This is really complete. However, for a while, I can't remember why I was sick, which attracted all the sisters to visit.
"Five Niang!" Seeing that Yijing was woken up, Chunmu hurried forward, took half a dozen Zhusha in one hand, and quickly squeezed the hair of Yijing's temples: "Wuniang hasn't recovered yet, so don't stay." This sound was whispered in the ear of the scene.
Reborn cardamom, goodbye to the glorious sisters. In fact, the heavyness of beautiful scenery's heart has also been slightly relieved, but there are too many chaotic thoughts in her mind, and there is really no spiritual socializing, so she listened to Chunmu's advice and half leaned on the bed feebly: "I'm still a little dizzy. I can't stay with your sisters. It's really It's neglect."
Er Niang smiled, still pinched the orchid's finger and shook the Jinpa in her hand: "Oh, why did the fifth sister become sweet after a day of illness? When did she talk to us so politely?"
"Look at the appearance of the fifth sister, the corners of her eyes are still red. She must have avoided crying just now. Is she still blaming her grandmother for punishing you?" Sanniang seemed to be smiling, and a pair of slender eyes with some charming eyes swept back and forth on the beautiful face in an instant.
Punished by your grandmother?
Yingjing suddenly realized that she was the apple of her grandmother's eye. In more than ten years, she had only been punished... But after this time, she became estranged from her grandmother, so that later...
The suffocating heaviness pressed on the beautiful heart, making her frown slightly. It turned out that the guilt in her heart was not only aimed at that person.
"This should not be. It should be noted that your grandmother has always hurt you as the meat on the tip of the heart. Even if you are punished, it is also for your own good. In order to get angry with your grandmother, you copied the scriptures in the Buddhist hall all night, and you suffered from the cold and were so tired that your grandmother worried about it. At this time, wouldn't you still blame your grandmother? Filial piety?" Sanniang saw that the scenery was not talkative, and she became more and more unreasonable.
No wonder Sanniang came to " visit" her as a patient. It turned out that she was to make trouble and happy. If she followed her previous nature, she must be unremitable. But after the Lantern Festival night, she knew what the real malicious person was like. Sanniang was just so strong and a little knotted. She often quarrels with herself, which is nothing more than a verbal battle. In her previous life, she was not used to it, and she has not really hurt herself. If she can be more tolerant in this life, she may be able to eliminate Sanniang's resentment.
Thinking about this, Yi Jing rubbed the corners of her eyes and said obediently, "The third sister criticized me for my unfilial piety, which made my grandmother worry." This is not all perfunctory, but also from the heart of the scenery.
Sanniang was shocked, and even her slender eyes stared into ginkgo, staring straight at the beautiful scenery, as if she had become a monster with three heads and six arms!
Er Niang only thought that Yijing and Sanniang would fight each other and was about to find a chair to sit down to watch the play. Hearing this, she was stunned and said after a while, "Don't you burn your brain, right?"
"What nonsense does the second sister say?" Yichen scolded, squeezed the corners of his lips, then went to the beautiful couch and sat down. He tried her forehead with the palm of his hand: "The heat has really receded, but you are still hoarse, and you still have to be careful. We won't disturb you. Have a good rest."
The eldest sister was always strict. In the past, she was not close to her, but she lived a new life, but Yijing had another experience of family affection. Suddenly, she realized that the eldest sister had always cared about her, but her expression was a little stiff. Thinking of her previous life, the eldest sister lay on the sick bed and went by herself. Visiting her is just perfunctory. I didn't care about her difficulties at all. Why did she get to such a situation in Tao Li Nianhua? He was so indifferent that he couldn't help blushing with guilt.
There are many words that can't be said in detail, but only to make up for them.
Since she woke up, she has found something to do as best in addition to resentment and revenge.
Seeing that the eldest sister spoke, even if many people were unwilling, they had to leave. Ba Niang walked to Yangjing and said with a smile, "I'll come to see the fifth sister tomorrow and talk with you."
The second daughter and the fourth daughter also said goodbye to the scenery with a smile.
Only Liu Niang maintained a taciturn style, only nod slightly at the scenery, and did not say a word from the beginning to the end, and really cherished the words like gold.