Imperial Garden. Yongcui Pavilion.

The goose-yellow gauze curtain hangs low, clearly reflecting two figures. The man is handsome and elegant, wearing a moon-white gold-woven python robe, and a golden crown inlaid with Hetian jade cicada wings. His figure is as graceful and graceful as a orchid jade tree, and he is sitting on a vermilion lacquer railing.

Xiao:

The jianjia is green, and the white dew is like frost. The so-called Yiren is on the side of the water. If you follow it back, the road is long and blocked. If you follow it back, you will be in the middle of the water.

The coriander trees are luxuriant, and the white dew is still lingering. The so-called beauty is on the meadow of the water. If you follow it back, you will find the road is blocked. If you follow it, you will wander in the water.

I am gathering jianjia, but the white dew has not stopped. The so-called beauty is in the stream of water. I follow it back, but the road is blocked and turn to the right. I follow it back, and I am drowning in the water.

Wan Baozhu looked at him for an instant, with a strange light flashing in his eyes. He gently plucked the lyre with his fingers. The sound of the lyre and the flute were in perfect harmony, sometimes like a baby swallow murmuring, sometimes as high as a stormy wave lapping the shore, sometimes like a lover.

As lingering as a whisper.

The sun at noon is very poisonous, burning everything on the earth like fire.

Zhang Hua, however, felt as if someone had poured a basin of ice water on her in the coldest month of winter. The chill penetrated to the bottom of her heart, and she could not help but shiver. Who swore that he would never touch any woman except her from now on?

.Who said that when he ascends the throne one day, he will not have three palaces and six courtyards, he will not accept a concubine, and he will only love Zhang Hua in this life.

The words are still in his ears, but he wants to marry another lady. Are those vows just to make her happy?

She raised her head and tried hard not to shed tears, but she didn't know if it was the scorching sun that stung her eyes, and the tears poured down like a tidal wave that had burst a dam.

"Miss, please don't be sad. Your Highness loves you the most. He must have had no choice but to marry Wan Baozhu." Xiaohuan advised with tears, "Miss, I will help you back to Jiyue Palace. If anyone sees you like this

If his appearance reaches the Queen Mother, the Emperor will be accused of jealousy again."

Zhang Hua stared at the two people in the pavilion, tears streaked down her cheeks and flowed into her mouth, bitter and astringent: "He promised me that he would never marry any woman except me. He promised me..."

Xiaohuan's eyes were red and swollen, and she persuaded in a low voice: "Miss, I beg you to stop crying. You have just become pregnant and the fetus is not stable. If you are emotional and sad, you may have fetal motility."

Zhang Hua clenched her hands tightly into fists, and her nails dug deeply into her palms, dripping with bright red blood. However, she did not feel any pain at all and murmured: "He lied to me! He lied to me!..."

If life is just like the first time we met, what's the matter?

But can the heart you gave away be taken back?

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and with a "dong" sound, the jade flute fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. Zhu Youtang's face suddenly turned earthy, and he quickly ran out of the pavilion and walked to Zhang Hua. His eyes were full of guilt and he asked in a hoarse voice.

: "Huahua, when did you come?"

Zhang Hua looked pale and asked softly: "Is this why you are busy?"

Zhu Youtang said guiltily: "Huahua, I didn't mean to hide it from you..." Suddenly he caught a glimpse of the blood stains on her clothes, his face changed drastically, and he asked anxiously and panicked, "Where did this blood come from?"

Zhang Hua stared at him and remained silent.

Xiaohuan quickly replied with tears in her eyes: "Just now, the Crown Princess heard that His Highness was going to marry Miss Wan. She was so sad that she vomited a mouthful of blood."

"Vomiting blood? I'll ask the imperial doctor to come and take a look at it for you." Zhu Youtang's face turned pale. He took Zhang Hua's hand and was about to leave. Suddenly he felt his fingers were sticky. He immediately realized something and hurriedly opened her palm. Sure enough, there were blood marks on it.

Patty couldn't help but feel hurt and angry, and said hoarsely: "Are you just going to ruin yourself like this?"

"The Crown Princess is here." Wan Baozhu slowly walked down the steps, and Lian Bu Shanshan came over, pretending to be concerned and asked, "The Crown Princess looks very bad, is she sick? You are pregnant now, so be careful. My own body."

Zhang Hua said calmly: "I am not in the way, but I am disturbing the enjoyment of Miss Wan and His Highness."

Wan Baozhu gently shook her fan and said with a sweet smile: "Don't disturb me. Your Highness and I have been playing the piano and flute together, playing chess and painting, and we had a lot of fun together these days. If the Crown Princess is interested, why not come to the pavilion to join us? Drinking tea and discussing poetry?”

Zhang Hua said expressionlessly: "I am a little tired, so I will go back to the palace to rest. You and Your Highness can continue to play the piano and flute."

Wan Baozhu pretended to be a pity: "I still want to take this opportunity to get close to the Crown Princess." After a pause, he added, "Fortunately, there will be many opportunities in the future. The Crown Princess's health is important, so don't be tired. .”

Zhu Youtang said calmly: "Miss Wan, Huahua is feeling a little unwell. I will accompany her back first."

"That's what I have in mind. The Crown Princess is pregnant, so there is nothing to be done carelessly. Your Highness will send her back quickly and ask the imperial doctor to take a look at her." Wan Baozhu acted very reasonable, virtuous and virtuous, and gently touched her with a silk handkerchief. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he said softly, "I'll wait for you here tomorrow."

Xiao Huan was so angry that her mouth was filled with smoke, and she cursed in her heart, shameless woman! But Zhang Hua looked at the two of them coldly, not even uttering a single word.

Zhu Youtang stiffened slightly, but remained motionless. He allowed her to wipe the sweat from his forehead, took Zhang Hua's hand and strode away.

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Returning to the Jiyue Palace, Zhu Youtang ordered someone to go to the Imperial Hospital to ask for Zhou Jin. He then took out ointment and gently applied it on Zhang Hua's blood-stained palms, and bandaged the wound with white cotton cloth.

Zhang Hua's face was bloodless, her expression was dull, and she remained motionless at his mercy. Thinking of the scene in the pavilion just now, tears fell unsatisfactorily, and she asked in a low voice: "Are you really going to marry Wan Baozhu?"

She stared at him closely, her heart in her throat. Although she already knew the answer, she still desperately expected him to tell her that it was all false.

Zhu Youtang lowered his head: "Yes."

Zhang Hua felt great grief in her heart. She covered her chest tightly with her hands, tears rolled down her face, and she smiled miserably: "In the Fengxian Hall, in front of the memorial tablets of our ancestors, you swore that you would only love me in this life, and you would never love me again." Marry another woman or take a concubine. At the bottom of the cliff, you also swore that if you ascend the throne one day, you will not have three palaces or six courtyards, you will not accept a concubine, and you will only love me for the rest of your life. Have you forgotten all this? "

Zhang Hua smiled bitterly and said, "Can't you help me?"

Zhu Youtang turned his face sideways, looked out the window, and said hoarsely: "Huahua, after the Taishan earthquake, although my father temporarily gave up the idea of ​​deposing me, he took back a lot of power and even allowed the second emperor to go to the military base to discuss politics. Neither Wan nor I took advantage in this battle.

Over the years, the Wan family has tried every means to get rid of me, just because they are afraid that I will deal with Wan Mansion after I ascend the throne. If I marry Wan Baozhu..."

Zhang Hua closed her eyes and continued for him: "If you marry Wan Baozhu, you will be Wan's niece and son-in-law, that is, Wan's son. Marriage has been the best way to form an alliance since ancient times, right?"

Zhu Youtang held her cold hand, was silent for a long time, and whispered: "Huahua, when people live in the world, there are always a lot of helplessness and compromise. I married Wan Baozhu because of the situation, but in my heart, The only person I truly love is you..."

Zhang Hua withdrew her hand coldly, turned away, and said calmly: "You did nothing wrong. If you marry Wan Baozhu, you and the Wan family will be able to turn their hostility into friendship, and your position as prince will be secure. Who is the wrong person? I was too naive to actually believe those oaths." She silently shed two lines of tears, her voice choked with sobs, "I was wrong."

If Zhu Youtang had told her a few months ago that he wanted to marry Wan Baozhu to resolve the grudge with the Wan family, she would have smiled and blessed her. But now, her heart felt like it was being slowly cut and torn by a dull knife. Heartbreaking pain.

A flash of pain flashed in Zhu Youtang's eyes, and he hugged her tightly and said softly: "Huahua, marrying Wan Baozhu is just a temporary measure. You and the child are the people closest to me." His voice paused, feeling guilty. He said softly, "I'm sorry. I failed you."

Zhang Hua wiped away the tears on her face and smiled lightly: "Your Highness does not need to say sorry to me. You are the prince, and you are free to marry whomever you want. I have no right to interfere."

He once said that even if a thousand arrows pierce your heart, you will still smile calmly.

Zhu Youtang's body stiffened and his voice became hoarse: "Huahua..."

Zhang Hua broke away from his embrace and said calmly: "Your Highness, I am tired of my concubines and want to be alone. Can you go out first?"

Zhu Youtang looked sad and said softly: "I'll sit here with you."

"But I don't want to see you now. Can you please leave me alone?" Zhang Hua lay face forward on the imperial concubine's couch, leaving him with an indifferent back.

"Then have a good rest. I'll see you again in the evening." Zhu Youtang stood up silently and walked to the door with heavy steps. Suddenly he heard her ask in a low voice, "When?"

Although this sentence was asked in a confused manner, he understood it clearly. His eyes were full of bitterness and helplessness, and he said hoarsely: "In three days."

Zhang Hua's tears silently fell down her cheeks, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Congratulations to Your Highness, not only have you turned the feud with the imperial concubine into friendship, but you have also embraced a beautiful woman. It is truly a double happiness."

Zhu Youtang turned around and looked at her thin back with sad eyes: "Huahua, apart from Wan Baozhu, I will never marry any woman from now on."

Zhang Hua burst into tears, but smiled heartlessly and said: "Those were all jokes in the past. I didn't take them to heart. Your Highness must have forgotten them."

Zhu Youtang said warmly: "The promises I made will always count."
Chapter completed!