Chapter 64 Sorrow comes from within

The eunuch in the Jingshifang wanted to say, but Zhen Zhaoyi was not in good health, and it was dirty. According to the rules, the emperor could not go.

"Hmm?"

The emperor only uttered a simple, threatening interjection, and the eunuch in the Jingshifang bent his waist even lower and said respectfully: "Your servant obeys your command."

Forget it, the entire palace belongs to the emperor, and the rules are also set for the emperor. As long as he is willing, he, a little eunuch, has no right to question anything.

The head on the neck is more important than the rules.

Xi Que frowned as she looked at the wine bottles lying on the ground: "Master, don't drink anymore. Drinking too much is harmful to your health. No matter how many prayer lanterns you write, the emperor will not come."

Shuang Jiang also said: "You didn't let the servants write your name. At least if one falls and is picked up by the emperor, he will know who is bothering him! How can you be like this?"

Jiang Xinyue, with a flushed face, sat on the corridor railing at the door of the room holding the wine bottle, and said with misty eyes: "I wrote these... not for the emperor to see, I wrote them for the gods in the sky... Isn't it enough for them to see it?"

Xi Que stomped her feet in anger: "Then who is this drunk lady drinking for?"

"For...for..."

Jiang Xinyue stood up staggeringly, walked to the flower tree, and danced gracefully with the wine bottle in her hand: "Who can I do this for? Yes? Who am I so frustrated for?"

The palace lights in Hexi Palace flickered, which was a signal that a distinguished guest had arrived.

Jiang Xinyue threw the wine bottle on the ground and laughed lowly, self-deprecatingly: "The person I miss can never belong to me, so I will do it for myself!"

The wine bottle was thrown far away and shattered. Zhen Zhaoyi was already drunk and staggering, but she still danced and sang opera songs: "In the flowery and beautiful land, she sang about meeting an old friend in a foreign land, and every step and every sentence was about lovesickness..."

The moonlight gently sprinkled on the world. The peach trees planted in the front hall of Hexi Palace had already bloomed some peach blossoms. When the evening breeze blew, there was a rain of flowers falling from the sky.

The beauty under the tree was dressed coolly, a white bra that was too short to cover her flat belly, and her willow-like waist swayed like branches and leaves, just like a weak willow in the wind.

She wore a pair of loose white pants with soft and flowing fabric, and a thin gauze dress on the outside. When she danced, a strong wind suddenly blew, and her hair and clothes fluttered, as if she was going to ride the wind back to become the Chang'e fairy in Guanghan Palace.

Her singing voice was very beautiful, and her opera voice was even more amazing, but the song she sang was sad and lonely. After turning around for more than ten times, Jiang Xinyue stood unsteadily in the final movement, and fell backwards. The skin on her waist was hugged by a warm big hand.

Jiang Xinyue put away her triumphant smile, and looked at the handsome face above with blurred eyes, and did not react for a while.

The palace maids in Hexi Palace had already knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, may Your Majesty be blessed with good health."

The beauty in his arms blinked twice. She didn't smile, but a tear rolled down from her left eye, meandering down her cheek, and finally condensed on her chin. One drop, two drops, three drops...

Tears burst out, the beauty cried silently, and finally fell drunk in Emperor Xuanwu's arms. Her frail body made him realize that Zhen Zhaoyi seemed to have... lost a lot of weight?

The nights were cold in spring, and she was wearing so little. She drank and danced. She really didn't care about her body.

Emperor Xuanwu was upset for a moment. He hugged Jiang Xinyue and put her into the bedroom before he exploded: "How do you, you useless slaves, take care of Zhen Zhaoyi? How can you let her do whatever she wants?"

Xi Que and Shuang Jiang were the ones who served Zhen Zhaoyi personally. As soon as the emperor got angry, they were the first to kneel on the ground: "Your Majesty is wise. Empress Zhen Zhaoyi is kind and generous. She treats us like family members. We would never dare to neglect Her Majesty even if we die. But...but Her Majesty has been worried lately. She can't even finish half a bowl of rice at every meal. Today... today she suddenly felt sad for some reason. Say... say..."

Xi Que bit her lip, not knowing whether to continue.

Emperor Xuanwu frowned: "Why are you hesitating? Why don't you speak quickly?"

Shuangjiang looked resolute and knocked her head to the ground: "Your Majesty, Empress Zhen Zhaoyi is a person who only reports good news and not sorrow. She doesn't like to open up to us servants, and she endures all the sufferings by herself. Ever since she was poisoned in the cold palace, her health has not been very good. The Empress Dowager... The Empress Dowager also made things difficult for you because of Concubine Rong's miscarriage. And Empress Li Guifei and the Empress, they all... did it openly and secretly... Today I heard that the Emperor got angry with Empress Guifei because of Ye Baolin, so I can't help but... I can't help but feel sad..."

Shuangjiang spoke vaguely, but Emperor Xuanwu had already imagined many scenes of Jiang Xinyue being bullied in his mind.

This was telling him that Zhen Zhaoyi had suffered so much just to be by the emperor's side, but the empress dowager did not tolerate her true feelings, Concubine Li was calculating everywhere, and the empress was tolerant on the surface, but who knows what she was like behind the scenes...

Zhen Zhaoyi always showed the emperor her best side, unwilling to complain to him, and never complained. She was always so happy, as if she never had any worries. Whenever the emperor was with her, he was the most relaxed.

It turned out that she had endured so much alone.

"Your Majesty..."

Jiang Xinyue, who was already drunk on the bed, raised her hand and grabbed Emperor Xuanwu's sleeve: "Ye Lang...don't...don't..."

She seemed to have a nightmare, her tightly closed eyes trembled, but she couldn't open them.

"All of you please leave!"

Two people were lying on the bed, one was calculating, the other was caring for her, this was sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams.

Emperor Xuanwu held Zhen Zhaoyi who was sleeping soundly in his arms, fearing that her stomach still hurt, so he rubbed his palms to warm them and placed them on her belly. In the past,

when concubines had their periods, not to mention sleeping in the same bed, even appearing in front of him was not allowed. He never made an exception for anyone for the rules passed down by his ancestors.

At first, he paid attention to Zhen Zhaoyi only because her beauty was unique in the harem, and later he thought she was innocent, sincere and kind.

Now, he himself couldn't tell whether he liked Shufei more or Zhen Zhaoyi more.

It was late at night and it was a good time to think.

Shufei was the first woman he fell in love with when he was young, so he treated Shufei differently in every way.

Li Guifei was the woman he had the most after ascending the throne, and the most beautiful and cheerful woman he had ever seen...

He had respect and guilt for the queen, but no love for her.

And what about Zhen Zhaoyi?

She was more beautiful than Shufei and Li Guifei, and her personality was more like a combination of Shufei and Li Guifei, but she was also eccentric and imaginative, unlike them.

Sometimes Emperor Xuanwu would feel that Zhen Zhaoyi was like himself in his childhood.