Not only her, but even the speaker immediately realized that this sentence seemed to be inappropriate.

Now, she is not the girl who is in the boudoir before. She is already a wife. Although he is the emperor, he is just an outsider. What position should he have to invite her into the palace or interfere in something?

The emperor's body hidden in the dark suddenly froze. He coughed awkwardly and quickly added another sentence.

"What I mean is that the fourth girl on the left and right, your sister is also in this palace. If you are not doing well, you will come back to the palace again. No matter how big or small the matter is, the imperial concubine can take care of you..."

After hearing this, Su Wanrong subconsciously recalled how her concubine and sister laughed at her in front of others just now.

She didn't say anything for a long time. In a moment, she pursed her lips, bent her eyebrows and laughed.

Her face was thin, she had not washed her for several days, and her cheeks were even more dirty. This smile made her only clear and moist eyes look extremely bright.

Su Wanrong smiled and shook her head again.

"Although the Imperial Concubine is a sister of the minister, she is old now and each has her own life to live. The minister is already an adult and has a healthy limbs. Naturally, she will not hope to always rely on the sister who troubles the minister whenever she encounters trouble..."

During the break between talking to the emperor, the guard who had just suppressed her had already retreated silently with vision.

Su Wanrong said this and paused for a moment. She looked up at the sky and continued:

"I was probably going to see Your Majesty riding in the dragon chariot. I was probably going to go somewhere, but now I have been delayed by My Majesty for all this time. My Majesty feels guilty. Since Your Majesty has no intention of blaming you, it's getting late now. My Majesty should leave, so your Majesty should go quickly."

After saying this, Su Wanrong slowly stood up and respectfully gave her another blessing. She lowered her eyes, lowered her head and walked around everyone, and without hesitation, she took a step away.

She walked in a hurry. When she passed by the dragon chariot, the wind never swept across the corners of her eyes.

Therefore, he naturally would not see the confused and complicated expression on the face of the person in the sedan chair. When she passed by, the black hand was already panicked and blocked the wood in front of the sedan chair. In just a moment, he could hardly help lifting the curtain and out.

**

After Su Wanrong left the palace, she continued to walk slowly along the winding path of sheep intestine.

As the sun was falling, the sound of vendors shouting in her ears gradually faded away. She lowered her head, frowned and thought about how she was the only one left next, how to survive in Chang'an City.

Later, I don’t know where I went or how long I had walked. When she raised her eyes again, the setting sun dyed the sky red, but it was still fine snow.

This is a sparsely populated pine forest. It is covered with snow, and the path extending inward is buried tightly, and only a few shallow and vague footprints can be seen.

Su Wanrong stood in front of a broken branch that was broken by snow. She was a little lost and reached out her hand in a daze, gently stroked the abrupt and twisted residual branch.

She thought about her life, perhaps like this broken branch.

She was stubborn all her life, stubborn all her life, and showed off her life. The path she insisted on was still wrong. In the end, she had nothing to get, but ended up with a lonely ending of cumin alone.

Su Wanrong smiled self-deprecatingly. Her steps moved lightly, and she was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, she had just taken a step but felt a severe pain in her abdomen, her legs trembled, and she fell down with weakness.

She curled up in pain in the cold and hard snow, covering the painful place with her hands. She felt that the pain suddenly spread from that small area in an instant.

Until a fishy and sweet feeling surged in her throat, the black and red sticky blood winded down the corners of her mouth, and the breathing between her lungs began to become thinner.

Su Wanrong realized that she might be about to die.

With this reaction, she was probably poisoned.

However, she lived in the abandoned courtyard of the royal palace for many years, rarely contacted outsiders, and had always said few words and acted cautiously, and claimed that she had never offended anyone.

Even though I was driven out of the mansion these days, I occasionally met someone on the street and saw her dirty appearance, I would avoid it. Who would poison her, when and where, and what means did she use?

She tried hard to figure this out at the last moment before her death.

But her thoughts became more and more misty, and her energy became more and more difficult to concentrate. Her vision gradually blurred, leaving only the sound of howling wind and her rapid breathing and coughing up blood.

Forget it.

Su Wanrong slowly closed her eyes.

Just go there like that.

She was no longer able to care about who poisoned her.

**

Su Wanrong suddenly opened her eyes.

A soft and familiar agarwood fragrance suddenly penetrated into her nose.

She lay on the couch and looked around in a daze. But she found that this was a boudoir of her daughter's house.

At the sight of it, there is a peach-colored gauze curtain embroidered with exquisite crabapple patterns. A five-legged round flower table with yellow rosewood on it, and a red painted gold-painted makeup box is neatly arranged. A small seal script hung on the wall as the base, with a brocade framed by Jinlian. The four words "Super goodness is like water" written on it are her own handwriting.

The morning light is dim, and through the hollowed-out red sandalwood window, it shines on the diamond mirror of the dressing table, forming fine spots of light, making it look particularly quiet and beautiful.

Familiar...too familiar...

Her eyes slowly fell to one place with stiffness and difficulty.

In front of the carved folding screen, a faint mist rose from the small purple clay gilded incense furnace. She suddenly realized that the sweet fragrance she smelled was floating from the incense furnace.

Su Wanrong still remembers that she had poor sleep in the past, and her father loved her, so she happened to find a wonderful fragrance from the Western Regions that helped people sleep. From then on, she would fall asleep whenever she smelled the fragrance.

This purple clay fumigation furnace was purchased by her young girl as her servants according to her preferences.

Su Wanrong's breathing was suffocated, and a bold but unrealistic thought suddenly jumped into her mind.

She lowered her eyes and subconsciously raised her hand, and what she saw was not rough, dry and cracked skin.

It was a tender and white hand that obviously had never done any rough work.

Slim and tender, well-proportioned, as bright and delicate as five fingers. Each finger cover is trimmed into a neat arc, with a healthy and beautiful light pink on it...

Su Wanrong widened her eyes in disbelief. The next moment, she immediately lifted the suede brocade quilt, hurried down to the ground with a slight slam, and grabbed the diamond-patterned bronze mirror in front of the dressing table.

When she saw the person reflected in the mirror clearly, she pinched the edge of the mirror and turned white, and began to tremble uncontrollably.

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I finally wrote the heroine of the previous life to death, I am so happy hahahahaha. (The heroine: You have a problem with your mentality.)
Chapter completed!