Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 751: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

Two quarters of an hour later.

He Yingxue returned wearing a lilac dress.

Unlike the panic she showed when she left just now, at this moment her eyes and eyebrows were filled with an unconcealable smile.

Song Yuesheng could almost guess what she was thinking at the moment.

She simply felt that the clothes the emperor bestowed on her were ordinary, which showed that he was not favored by the emperor.

"Sister Song."

He Yingxue's voice was sickeningly sweet. "Clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse. Since Your Majesty has given you something, there must be something else going on."

She moved closer in a pretentious manner.

"How about the Japanese palace giving you a set of brocade clothes?"

"Click."

There was a sudden sound from the window frame.

Song Yuesheng looked up and saw a dark figure flash past the window.

He Yingxue looked back in the direction of her gaze, and found nothing, then she covered her lips and chuckled.

"Oops, I made a mistake in my words."

She blinked her innocent eyes and said, "I'm used to calling you that in Zhuoying Palace, and Wen Yu also allowed me to call you that..."

Song Yuesheng rubbed his temple.

"Please forgive me, my lady. I am a little tired."

"Then I won't bother you any more."

He Yingxue stood up contentedly, her skirt swung in an elegant arc.

Hanzhi hurried forward to support them, and the master and servant left slowly.

She thought her show-off worked.

In fact, Song Yuesheng just wanted to have some peace and quiet.

Just as she reached the palace gate, He Yingxue suddenly twisted her ankle and fell awkwardly on the snow, with half of her body sticking out of the threshold.

Han Zhi hurriedly went to help and met Yan Wujiu who was coming to take over his shift.

"Your Highness." Yan Wujiu knelt on one knee and helped her up, his voice as cold as iron, "I have already said that the cold palace is full of yin energy, it is not a place for you to come."

He Yingxue patted the hem of her skirt that was stained with snow, and spoke each word with great emphasis.

"Commander Yan has taught me a lesson. I will never come again."

If she had a circle of friends, why would she bother coming here after the snow?

One insinuation is enough.

Before being summoned by the Queen Mother, He Yingxue planned to come back in a few days to discuss with Song Yuesheng about helping her regain her position.

But the conversation last night made her suddenly realize.

The original owner's life experience is different from what is recorded in the book, and there are some other relationships.

For example, my uncle was the director of the Imperial College.

My aunt married into a prominent family in the south of the Yangtze River, and her husband was a salt transport envoy.

My cousin is in charge of part of the imperial guards.

His ancestors included Hanlin scholars and Imperial College chief academic officers, and the family had a rich collection of books.

Plus, Wen Yu rewarded Song Yuesheng earlier than in the original novel...

These changes suddenly gave He Yingxue an epiphany.

Since many things are different from what is described in the book, the ending of "crazy and tragic death" may not be a certainty.

Competing for favor?

She disdained.

But as the Queen Mother said, since she is the legitimate daughter of the He family, she should always seek some benefits for the He clan.

After all, the former dynasty and the harem have always had a relationship of "prosperity together, adversity together".

As the palace gate slowly closed, Yan Wujiu looked up.

Song Yuesheng was standing in the corridor, her figure particularly clear in the light of the snow.

The young commander of the imperial guards frowned.

I suddenly felt that the harem in the future would be as restless as the harem in the previous dynasty.

The palace gate slammed shut, and Song Yuesheng suddenly said to the air, "Come out."

While Zhenshu and Zhiqi were wondering, Wen Yu walked out from the shadows behind the house, carrying a bag that was not in line with his status.

"She is the imperial concubine." Song Yuesheng turned and looked at him directly, "You shouldn't have done that to her, especially in the cold palace."

Wen Yu played with the stones in his hand and said nonchalantly, "She made you unhappy."

The two palace maids withdrew tactfully.

"Why am I unhappy?" Song Yuesheng rubbed his brows helplessly, "I urged her to leave because I heard your footsteps. No one else will come to the cold palace except you."

Wen Yu's mouth corners slightly raised, then immediately tightened.

"What good can come of her coming to the cold palace as a concubine? Ah Heng, I am taking precautions. Otherwise, you will be harmed by her without knowing it."

Song Yuesheng was too lazy to argue with him and turned into the house.

Wen Yu hurried to follow.

"The herbs and ingredients I brought are all in the kitchen, and Eunuch Wu is cleaning them up..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

The new furnishings in the house come into view.

Silver charcoal was burning vigorously in a gilded basin, imperial celadon tea sets were placed on a small table by the window, and even the brocade quilt on the couch was made of this year's newly tributed cloud-patterned satin.

The bag fell to the ground.

"Ah Heng."

His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice suddenly became sour. "It's said in the palace that my brother gave you many things. I didn't believe it at first..."

When his eyes fell on the bandage wrapped around her right wrist, Wen Yu's pupils suddenly shrank.

He rushed forward and asked: "How did you do that?"

Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

".....the truth."

"Your brother bit me."

Her tone was as calm as if she was discussing what to eat today.

Wen Yu's eyes darkened instantly, and his knuckles turned white from pinching.

At that moment, countless crazy ideas flashed through his mind - leading troops to break into the palace, poisoning his brother, or even setting fire to this cannibalistic palace...

"Snapped!"

Song Yuesheng tapped his forehead with a finger and said, "Don't be stunned. Listen patiently."

"A few days ago, I was practicing martial arts on the rooftop while enjoying the snow. Wen Yu was afraid that I would die and my father led the Song family army to cause trouble for him, so he suddenly broke into the cold palace and ended up having a fever. I took care of him all night, but when he woke up, not only did he not thank me, he even bit my wrist and it bled."

She narrated the whole incident in a few words.

Wen Yu listened quietly, his fingertips carefully stroking the bandage on her wrist, as if he was touching some fragile treasure.

"Ah Heng." He suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with long-suppressed emotions, "Come with me."

"I will marry you and we will settle down outside the palace. If you don't like Huangjing, I will accompany you to the ends of the earth."

Song Yuesheng shook her head and looked past him to the window: "I just want to be the queen now."

"You said you have no feelings for your royal brother!" Wen Yu's voice suddenly rose.

"What I want is the position of queen." Song Yuesheng turned her gaze back and looked straight into his eyes, "It has nothing to do with who the emperor is. Wen Jibai, that position can be anyone, or... it can be you."

Wen Yu's breathing stagnated and he froze in place as if he had been struck by lightning.

He stared into Song Yuesheng's eyes, trying to find any hint of a joke in them, but all he saw was a calm determination.

"if……"

Wen Yu's voice was terribly dry.

"If someone else were sitting on the throne now, no matter what the historians wrote, I would climb up on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood."

There was a terrifying undercurrent in his eyes, and his bony hands suddenly grabbed Song Yuesheng's shoulders.

"It can not only fulfill your wish, but also..."

His breathing suddenly became rapid, and his hot breath sprayed on her neck.

"I can see you every day again."

After he finished speaking, Wen Yu suddenly let go of his hand and staggered back half a step, as if he was frightened by his own words.

He unconsciously grabbed at his collar, his knuckles turning white.

"When our birth mother, Concubine Rong, was murdered, it was my brother who protected me and kept me alive outside the palace. He secretly helped me with my food, clothing, and the money used to pay for my birth mother's murder."

He let out a long sigh, seeming helpless.

"Ah Heng, I can't take his throne."

Song Yuesheng suddenly chuckled: "But now... aren't you trying to steal his queen?"