Xin Yi originally wanted to bring only Xing Yuan and Tao Yu into the palace, but Lu E was ordered by Gao Minglou to follow her life and death, so Xin Yi had no choice but to keep Tao Yu.

Because Xin Yi had poor eyesight, he changed into a shoulder carriage after entering the palace and was carried to Huining Hall by two small yellow gates.

Xin Yi kept coughing along the way, causing Yang Huaimin to frown in disgust. The chamberlains he met along the way also stopped to watch.

When we were approaching Huining Palace, we happened to meet a shy Zhou Yiliu and Princess Fukang returning from a walk in the Imperial Garden.

When Zhou Yiliu saw Princess Fukang walking towards her, he grabbed her and stood on the roadside.

"Mrs. Zhou?" Princess Fukang looked at her in confusion, "A foreign woman, what do you want her to do?"

Zhou Yiliu held her belly and smiled, "Miss Ayima is going to see Concubine Zhang. The concubine's health is urgent, so let them go first."

Princess Fukang curled her lips in displeasure and muttered softly.

"You are pregnant with the emperor's heir. Who in this palace is more noble than you? You are just soft-tempered and too kind. No wonder everyone dares to bully you."

Xin Yi looked straight ahead. He heard Yang Huaimin greeting them as they passed by, as if they had just discovered them. He clutched the sides of the carriage with both hands, looking nervous and confused.

There was a sneer in my heart.

When Yang Huaimin came to the inn to convey her, he said "to talk to the imperial concubine", but when Zhou Yiliu gave way to be a good person, he blurted out "to treat the imperial concubine"...

Xin Yi's empty eyes followed Zhou Yiliu's direction and smiled slightly.

Princess Fukang was young and had a lively and innocent temperament. When she saw Xin Yi's wooden smile, she couldn't help but snort.

"She is from a small country after all. Looking at her trembling appearance, she has never seen the world. How can someone like this treat the imperial concubine?"

Zhou Yiliu shook his head gently: "I didn't know about this. I heard from the officials that the imperial concubine has not been well these past two days, and they said that only this young lady who travels back and forth from Dali can cure her stubborn illness... I guess she must have some skills.

Yeah."

"Hmph! She just deliberately makes trouble in front of the father to win your favor. You always speak for her..."

"Princess, be careful, be careful that walls have ears..."

"Okay, okay, I understand. You have to accumulate blessings for the little prince in your belly. Let's go. The plum juice we ate from Fan Lou yesterday seems to be thicker and more intoxicating than the last time."

"As long as the princess likes it."

Princess Fukang didn't know what she was thinking of, her cheeks suddenly turned red, she held Zhou Yiliu's arm again, and looked at her face carefully.

"I drank too much later... did I talk nonsense and get confused?"

"No, the eldest princess is so well-behaved when she's drunk..."

The two of them laughed as they walked, biting their ears and talking, looking extremely affectionate.

The palace maids were some distance away from them and could not hear clearly what they were saying. Naturally, Xin Yi, who was walking in the opposite direction, could not hear a word——

But she didn't need to hear anything.

Judging from the day when the eldest princess celebrates her birthday, Concubine Zhang's good days are coming to an end and her death is imminent.

This year is the first year of the Zhihe reign of Renzong. It won’t be long before the people of the Song Dynasty will receive official obituaries. Zhang, the most beloved concubine of the Zhao family, has died at the age of thirty-one.

Most of the time, "Bianjing Fu" still respects history. Zhang Xue also gave birth to three daughters, all of whom died young without exception. The reasons for their death were the same as in history, and they were briefly mentioned. After death, they also continued to be favored. Zhao Zhen was not only alive with Empress Cao

In this case, Zhang was granted the title of empress, and she was given a posthumous title and a separate temple was established for her.

Even after Zhao Zhen died, in his Yongzhao Mausoleum, besides Empress Cao, the other one buried with him was Empress Zhang.

This shows how deep Zhao Zhen's feelings are for Zhang Xueyi.

So, the person who instigated Concubine Zhang to let Xin Yi come for consultation at this juncture can only be said to have a terrible heart.

If Concubine Zhang Guifei died in her hands, and Zhao Zhen's "infatuated heart" had nowhere to rest, and there was no one to vent his anger, would she have a good ending?

~

Huining Hall.

Zhang Xueyi leaned on the bedside with a pale face, her hair disheveled, her pajamas crumpled like over-twisted pickles, and her exposed skin was as pale as paper, like a ghost that had just crawled out of a grave, looking haggard.

A pair of eyes is particularly bright.

She stared at the oil lamp without moving her eyes for a long time.

The eldest maid Meng Ning came to persuade her to wash and change clothes twice, but Zhang Xueyi refused to move.

She is waiting.

Waiting for the redemption of her life.

She didn't want to waste any energy on unnecessary things, and all her energy was spent on waiting.

Waiting for the miracle doctor named Zhang Xiaoniang...

It is said that people will have feelings before the end of life. Zhang Xue also felt the passing of life. She felt that her life was not long...

But she was reluctant to die. How could a woman who was loved by the most powerful man in the world be willing to die when she was just over three years old and had not yet given birth to a prince for him?

The desire to survive boiled in her heart, making her eyes red.

There were finally footsteps outside the door, and Meng Ning came in and gave her a meaningful look.

"Madam, Miss Ayima is here."

The skeletal concubine on the bed just straightened up, stretched out her skinny fingers, and emitted a happy gurgling sound from her throat, like a broken bellows, and every word was muffled.

"Quick, please invite her in..."

"But she is blind." Meng Ning lowered her head and added.

Zhang Xue was stunned, and the light in her eyes went out at a visible speed. After confirming that Meng Ning was not lying, the dark clouds in her eyes gradually shrouded her, and she slammed back onto the bed with a bang, and she was completely unaware of it.

.

"Blind man, how could she be blind... What use would I have for a blind man..."

Meng Ning said softly: "You can feel your pulse without using your eyes."

Zhang Xueyi's thin face regained some brilliance, and the beauty of the past was faintly visible in her facial features.

"Please hurry up and don't wait too long for her."

Meng Ning glanced at her and said, "Yes."

~

Xin Yi sat in the side hall of Huining Hall and waited, with two girls watching quietly beside him.

At this moment, she was not the only one in the palace, there were two imperial doctors who were flipping through medical records and shaking their heads and sighing.

Their voices were very low, and they were talking about Concubine Zhang's condition and medication.

Xin Yi could hear their concerns. The imperial concubine was already seriously ill, but everything the imperial doctor said was auspicious.

Xin Yi sat motionless and listened until Meng Ning invited her into the inner hall.

Zhang Xueyi was sitting on the bed in the inner hall. The space exuded a strong smell of medicine, the windows were closed, and the light was dim, giving people an inexplicable atmosphere like a folk ghost story.

After not seeing her for more than a year, Zhang Xue has lost weight, and her appearance has deteriorated greatly. She is like a withered flower, withering away just by looking at it.

Xin Yi was Zhang Xueyi's last hope. Seeing Xin Yi walking in with someone's support, Zhang Xueyi asked her to sit in front of the bed, then looked at her and cried, like a helpless child.

"Little lady, if you want to save me, you must save me... They are all quacks, and they can't cure my disease. I only have you..."

The imperial concubine shed tears like pear blossoms and rain, and Xin Yi couldn't help feeling pity for her when she saw her.

"It's a pity that I'm not Mrs. Zhang and I don't know how to heal."

"No, you are. There won't be two faces so similar in the world." Zhang Xueyi stared at her, murmured paranoidly, and grabbed Xin Yi's hand.

"Are you in any trouble? You don't dare to admit your identity... Don't be afraid, just tell me... I can help you. The officials love me the most and will listen to me..."

Xin Yi shook his head worriedly, "I heard that your breath is unstable, so you should have a good rest and talk less. I'm here, I can't help you, and I will only make you upset."

"How could it be?" Zhang Xueyi turned her head with difficulty and looked at Xin Yi, staring into her eyes without blinking. "Please help me, okay?"

"I can't save you." Xin Yi's eyes were unfocused, but his voice was extremely gentle, "Although I really want to save him."

Zhang Xue was stunned.

After a moment, she suddenly dropped Xin Yi's hand and screamed hysterically.

"Liar, you liar, you are all liars... you are all liars. You, you all want me to die..."

Meng Ning hurried over and patted her back comfortingly. Zhang Xueyi glared at Xin Yi and coughed violently.

After coughing and coughing, he spit out a mouthful of blood, staining the snow-white veil red.

She was stunned.

But Meng Ning took it away as usual, brought warm water for her to wash up, and then put on a white and clean one for her in an orderly manner, as if she had not seen the blood stains.

Xin Yi remembered that Zhang Xueyi first suffered from facial disease because she used cosmeceuticals with excessive amounts of Mitosin. Later, Fu Jiuqu allowed her to have a bad face. The imperial doctor refused to treat her properly and always caused rashes repeatedly.

But Fu Jiuqu just wanted to take away her cherished appearance, and did not really want to kill her.

In principle, skin problems will not easily lead to death. It is actually very doubtful that Zhang Guifei became ill in such a short period of time. However, whether it is history or "Bianjing Fu", there is no understanding of Zhang's death.

There is only one word "disease" to describe it.

So what is the real cause?

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