Chapter 475: Magnolia Blossoms Fall
That night,
The entire palace was drowned in the wailing sounds that were like the collapse of mountains and seas.
Following this voice, Ning Wanshuang changed into a lake blue gown after returning to the palace.
The dress was different from her usual favorite colors of yellow, rose red, and crimson purple. It was not as warm, but rather looked very dull.
However, when she wore such clothes and tied her hair into a bun with only a plain silver hairpin, she did not look out of place. Instead, she added a sense of simple beauty.
Ning Wanshuang rarely dresses like this. Even Liu Yue feels that this look suits her much better than her usual heavy makeup.
Or maybe, this is the real her?
After entering the palace, everyone is inevitably involved in countless fights and countless plots.
Maybe Ning Wanshuang is not that powerful, but she has to disguise herself so that others think she is powerful so that no one dares to bully her.
Liu Yue whispered, "Your Majesty's dress is very plain, but the emperor has passed away and all the palaces are dressed in white. This lake blue is still too conspicuous among the whites. Why not..."
However, before she could finish her words, Ning Wanshuang quickly walked out of the palace.
She was almost running on the long street. The palace servants passing by would lower their eyes and avoid her when they saw her. After she walked away, they would inevitably talk about her.
Liu Yue followed closely behind her all the way and said anxiously:
"Where are you going, Your Majesty? It's getting late. The whole palace is mourning the death of the Emperor. Your Majesty should not move around!"
She kept repeating these words all the way, but Ning Wanshuang didn't listen to a word of hers.
Only after entering Guangyang Gate and looking at the magnolia flowers blooming everywhere did Ning Wanshuang stop and smile knowingly.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the fragrant flower scent. Then she turned around and asked Liu Yue with a childlike smile,
"Does this dress look good on me?"
Liu Yue nodded vigorously, "It looks good! But I don't think I've ever seen the queen wear it before."
Ning Wanshuang fiddled with the corner of her clothes and said half proudly, "This is the dress I wore when I first met the emperor."
There was wind blowing,
The flowers on the magnolia tree fell down.
The lavender petals fell beside Ning Wanshuang. She could reach them with her hand, but they slipped through her fingers.
She asked Liu Yue, "Do you know why I like Xin Yi?"
Liu Yue pursed her lips and speculated: "Maybe it's because the flowers are beautiful and smell good?"
Ning Wanshuang smiled and shook her head, "Not entirely. Also, when the flowers bloom, the tree is leafless, and the leaves grow only after the flowers fall. Looking around, the tree is either pale purple or tender green, not red and green like other flowers. But I always feel that it must be a single color to be beautiful.
If we use it to personify people, it is like a person whose heart can only accommodate one person in his life, and no matter how beautiful other troubles are, they cannot be tolerated. "
Later, the evening wind gradually grew stronger.
Ning Wanshuang danced lightly in the rain of flowers, humming softly,
"Now I know I was wrong, and I feel sad and confused."
"Red tears fall secretly, eyes full of spring breeze, everything is wrong."
"I know there is no way out, but I still pretend to be happy."
"After such a long separation, the magnolias have all fallen and the moon is setting again."
After chanting this, she suddenly fell down and sat down among the petals.
Liu Yue thought she had sprained her ankle and fell, so she rushed forward to help her.
But see,
Black blood flowed out from the corners of her lips.
Liu Yue panicked, "Ah! What happened to the queen? Someone come! Someone come quickly!"
Ning Wanshuang fell into Liuyue's arms, her hands naturally hanging on the ground, easily grasping a petal stained with mud.
She watched quietly and smiled quietly.
Suddenly, she seemed to hear someone clapping behind her.
Looking back, I saw Xiao Jingheng in the hazy moonlight.
The young man is full of vigor and has an upright posture.
Looking at each other from a distance, he smiled knowingly at her.
Just like when we first met here on March 1st eleven years ago,
At that time, Xiao Jingheng had not yet ascended the throne.
And Ning Wanshuang at that time was still just Ning Wanshuang.
On the first day of March in the tenth year of Qiyuan, Imperial Noble Consort Ning Wanshuang passed away at the age of twenty-seven.
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