Chapter 1147 The Imperial Concubine Dies

During the hot summer season, the weather is getting hotter.

When the new emperor was young, a group of lively and beautiful little palace maids were added to the palace. The plants and trees were lush everywhere, full of vitality and lively everywhere.

In Zhaoyang Palace, Pei Chuchu seemed to be sick.

She lay on the imperial concubine's couch all day long, not dressing up much, her body was thin and yellow in color, and her former exquisite silk skirt looked very loose and cumbersome when worn on her.

At dusk, Xiao Dingzhao came to visit her, but she was already asleep.

The boy stood in front of the couch, a little stunned.

Sister Pei is always particularly sleepy these days when she is sick.

He has been here a few times and she is asleep.

If he hadn't known that she was sick, he would have doubted whether she wouldn't want to see him.

Xiao Dingzhao sat next to the couch.

The girl's long black and blue hair was spread beside her pillow, and the moist ends of her hair seemed a little yellow. Her little face was no longer as bright and beautiful as before. The haggard between her eyebrows and eyes was like a dull knife, grinding his heart one after another.

He stroked her forehead with concern and whispered: "What do you think of the Imperial Doctor?"

The maid's eyes were swollen, and she had obviously cried. She said in a hoarse voice: "It was because she didn't know the cause of the disease, so she only prescribed a few prescriptions to calm the mind... Those prescriptions were drunk every day, and they were useless. The empress was still weaker. Isn't this going to drag the empress to death?!"

She is a palace maid raised by Pei Chuchu, and she respects Pei Chuchu more than anyone else.

Realizing that she said the word "death", her tears instantly poured out.

She quickly lowered her head and knelt down: "Your Majesty forgive me!"

Xiao Dingzhao's face was calm and he signaled her to retreat.

He then shut down other palace maids and eunuchs.

The bedroom was silent, and the cicadas were heard vaguely from outside the screen window.

The sunlight came through the room and gently fell on the two of them, warming up the girl's face, and in a trance, it seemed like a god who could not be caught.

A fear arose in Xiao Dingzhao's heart for no reason.

He held her hand tightly.

He lowered his head and pressed her palm against his cheek.

During this period, in addition to asking imperial doctors to take care of them, folk miracle doctors were also invited to the palace.

Even the doctors traveling to Jinling were invited to the palace one after another.

Although Dr. Jiang is not here, his daughter Jiang Tian has excellent medical skills. But even Jiang Tian shook her head and couldn't tell where the disease came from.

"Sister Pei..."

Xiao Dingzhao frowned.

...

It is already the Zhongyuan Festival in a blink of an eye.

The palace attached great importance to the Zhongyuan Festival and specially invited monks to enter the palace to pray for blessings. The Ullambana, incense, candles, paper money and other items used for worship have also been prepared in advance.

The palace concubines also received a permit to worship their ancestors in the palace.

Pei Minmin and several concubines gathered together to talk.

A concubine was eating melon seeds while saying mysteriously: "Did you hear that the person in Zhaoyang Palace is getting thinner and thinner now, and the water and rice are not in the form of human form. This year, the reason for asking monks to enter the palace to pray for blessings on the Lantern Festival is because of her."

Xu Wanwan is also among them.

That time, Xiao Dingzhao and Pei Chuchu were angry and deliberately appointed a group of concubines. Xu Wanwan took advantage of that time to enter the palace.

She pinched the handkerchief and sneered: "So, what's the use of being a concubine? A person with little fortune can't stand the glory and wealth. If a vixen like Pei Chuchu, you have to raise it with a low profile!"

"Shh!" A concubine in pink hurriedly signaled her to silence, glanced at Pei Minmin, and whispered, "The cousin is still here!"

Pei Minmin gracefully ate a piece of flower cake.

She wiped her fingertips with a handkerchief and looked completely out of the matter: "Although she is a cousin, don't you know what my attitude towards her? She occupies Your Majesty's favor and never advises Your Majesty to be evenly affected by rain and dew. It can be seen that she is not a virtuous person. How can such a charming demon concubine be my sister? I wish she could get started soon--"

She didn't say it, but only smiled proudly.

Although the concubines had different expressions, the corners of their lips could not be stopped.

Pei Minmin's words were said to their hearts.

As long as Pei Chuchu dies, His Majesty will naturally focus on them.

They wish Pei Chuchu died sooner.

Xu Wanwan remembered something, her eyes lit up, and then she whispered: "Did you hear that? In the past few days, Your Majesty has not stepped into Zhaoyang Palace once. I heard that it was because Pei Chuchu was seriously ill, which made her look ugly, so she was not liked by Your Majesty."

"It seems that she is favored only because of that face."

"Haha, I feel very happy when I think that after a while, Pei Chuchu will no longer be virtuous in the palace!"

“…”

The concubines laughed and formed a group of laughter.

There were faint sounds of chanting scriptures and wooden fishes outside the window, and it was the monks praying for blessings.

The temple in the palace.

The young emperor was wearing white clothes and knelt quietly on the cushion.

He put his palms together and looked up at the golden Buddha statue as high as three feet tall.

I haven't been to Zhaoyang Palace for several days.

Occasionally, a palace maid came to report her situation, but he was unwilling to listen.

I was afraid to see her withered appearance.

I was afraid to hear the news that she was exhausted.

She had jokingly told him in early summer, but after just how long did she become sick?

There are three beacons on the Buddha's desk.

Many scenes passed through the boy's mind like a lantern.

When he was young, according to his sister Pei, who was thousands of miles away...

Sister Pei, who was implicated by him and forced to stay in the palace as a companion to study...

His sister Pei lost her parents when she was young, and later lost her status as a noble girl. She was alone in the deep palace. She once secretly shed tears in the middle of the night. She also stood alone behind the huge palace gate, staring at the birds outside the palace with aggrieved look up at the birds outside the palace.

She works harder than any girl and is more talented than any girl.

But this life has been spent in the deep palace where the light of heaven is gone...

Huge lotus palace lanterns hang on the top of the hall.

The wind suddenly became strong in the summer dusk. It blew in. The colorful prayer flags swayed violently, and the bamboo and wooden sticks swayed from the desk. Hundreds of signatures scattered all over the ground.

A bamboo stick fell in front of the boy.

——The gratitude becomes deep and resentful, and people and things are not harmonious.

Xiao Dingzhao looked at the signature and was stunned for a moment before slowly reaching out to pick it up—

"His Majesty!"

A heart-wrenching cry suddenly came from outside the hall.

The little palace maid who served Pei Chuchu stepped into the threshold with tears on her face and knelt down behind Xiao Dingzhao in despair: "Your Majesty, the Empress is dead!"

There was a "click" sound.

The signature in Xiao Dingzhao's hand fell to the ground.

The Buddha is still smiling.

The green lotus enshrined on the Buddha's desk quietly fell a petal.
Chapter completed!