Chapter 311 Pleasant distress


    The silver-white figure is as pine as cypress.


    When the boy left, the emperor sighed, "Weiwei''s death day ising."


    He wasn''t even sure whether his son came back because of him who was pretending to be sick, or because of the death anniversary of his mother and concubine.


    The **** came forward and asked about the detailed matters to be prepared on the day of death.


    Originally, these are all stipted specifications, and there is no need to ask the emperor.


    If it was someone else who died, this is indeed the case.


    But this is the imperial concubine.


    is the imperial concubine favored by the emperor.


    After simply raising the specifications a few points, the emperor asked the eunuchs to follow them.


    The **** retreated wisely.


    one Year.


    It has been a year since the imperial concubine died.


    But obviously, the emperor has note out yet.


    Or in other words, he will never get out in this life.


    The **** sighed. It was rumored in the imperial capital that the imperial concubine doted on the harem, was arrogant and self-willed, upied the emperor and did not allow others to be favored, but everyone in the pce knew that the imperial concubine did not love the emperor.


    But the emperor loves the imperial concubine deeply.


    During the year after her death, no one was allowed to mention her.


    No one is allowed to destroy any flowers and trees in her pce.


    Forbid others to wear her favorite color clothes.


    If someone vites thew, shoot to kill.


    The only ones who could enter the pce were Yan Qingzhui, except for a few sweeping maids who were meticulous in their work.


    The maid opened the vermilion pce door, and the moment he stepped in, a white cat a few sizesrger than Snow Cake fell from the sky and hit him on the shoulder.


    Yan Qing chased forward without changing his face.


    The former personaldy-in-waiting stepped forward to salute, and wanted to take the cat away, but Yan Qing chased him down, "That''s good."


    It''s a pity that the cat is too big.


    It is not easy to put on the top of the head.


    Otherwise he wants to try it too.


    Everything remained as it was, even the little daisy that emerged from the stones on the road and was named and left by the imperial concubine was swaying in ce.


    There is a peach blossom tree nted in front of the court, it is not used to watch peach blossoms, but to eat peaches.


    A small water tank is bare and does not match the surroundings.


    There is a lotus pond in his pce, and there are two lotus nts in the water tank that he dug out and nted by himself.


    I don''t know if it will bloom in autumn.


    The fish raised inside are very strange.


    Thedy in the pce exined at the right time that the small fish inside had indeed been reced with new ones.


    Old, dead.


    She didn''t dare to say these two words.


    Now this word has be a taboo in the pce.


    "No problem, death is like amp going out, the living must learn to ept this fact."


    The pcedy was surprised.


    Yan Qing chased into the hall.


    It was cleaned very clean, but it didn''t look like the imperial concubine''s pce at all.


    There are no courtdiesing and going.


    Treasures and delicacies presented like flowing water.


    No pyrotechnics.


    Not popr.


    He was the only one left in the hall, Yan Qingzhui raised his hand and stroked the fat cat, with a gentle voice, "If you meet her again, will you recognize her?"


    The fat cat meowed.


    "Can you smell it?" Yan Qingzhui asked again.


    The fat cat is toozy to meow.


    "I saw her."


    "I''m sure that''s my concubine mother."


    “It was an amazing feeling.”


    "From the moment I saw her, I didn''t feel sad. I knew she just changed her life."


    "Her food is good, I was lucky to taste it, and I like it very much."


    "Her family also has a cat, which is as beautiful as yours."


    The fat cat meowed heavily.


    Yan Qingzhui took it off his shoulders and put it in the nest beside the table.


    It is much heavier than snow cake.


    I can''t lift my shoulders anymore.


    Yan Qingzhui suddenly let out a lowugh, still in a gentle voice, "I don''t know how to face the anniversary of my death for a few days now."


    Is it possible to really want to copy the scriptures of the past?


    inappropriate.


    Rarely distressed.


    is pleasant distress.