When Zhang Du came to the side hall and asked the two of them if they wanted to have a meal, Princess Pingyang asked him: "Were you present when the three imperial doctors were killed that day?"
"No." Zhang Du was stunned for a moment. He knew that the princess was older, but he wanted to know more and more what happened back then. He lowered his head, "Princess, it has been so many years since this happened, and General Hua has been gone for a long time..."
"You want to say that I don't have to care so much at all, right?" Princess Pingyang motioned for Zhang Du to sit down, "Mr. Zhang, you and I are the same age and have experienced a lot of things together. We also have to deal with the royal emperor's affairs. I won’t discuss it, but for me, I am also a person who is half dead. If I can help his family, it will finally put an end to my worries."
"The princess is so kind-hearted and nostalgic." Zhang Du couldn't help but sigh again and kept standing. He didn't dare to sit with the princess and the queen. He stood aside in a very polite manner with his hands lowered and his head lowered. "Back then, The old slave accompanied the prince to read the copybook in the bedroom. He heard that something had happened, but he didn't go to read it. Later, the emperor came to the prince alone and asked him what happened? As you know, the prince naturally didn't know anything. I know... it is impossible for this old slave to do such a thing... To put it bluntly, at that time, everyone was a confirmed prince, and they were not being poisoned every day, so how could they think about harming others? "
Hearing this, Yang Xianrong actually chuckled, and when he saw the glances from the two of them, he quickly covered his mouth.
"The most likely possibility is that someone wants to poison Brother Ying..." Princess Pingyang said in a sullen voice, "Brother Ying has been deeply loved by his father since he was a child. He is too sharp and can make people jealous."
"Princess... this is impossible..." Zhang Du was very serious and lowered his voice, "Think about it, Concubine Cheng was raised from Cai Renti, and she has no background in the family, not even any brothers or sisters. Her parents passed away, and those cousins couldn't carry them... In recent years, if the prince hadn't gone to the fiefdom, he had his own people and military power, and later he took charge of the palace's imperial army, wouldn't it be... Therefore, based on his situation back then, he was not threatening at all. It was impossible for anyone to harm him, and no one would even think of harming him... Moreover, General Hua had already died in the battle, and the orphans he left behind The widowed mother is even more powerless, and she still plans to rely on the prince to survive..."
"Then about Huazhi..." Princess Pingyang frowned, her brows forming a "Sichuan" shape.
"Sister, First Emperor, don't worry, this matter can still be investigated clearly." After hearing this, Yang Xianrong stood up and saw that the fragrance of the side hall was burning to the end. She listened carefully to the laughter in the bedroom. Sima Zhong was still shouting something, and occasionally there was Liu Meiren's laughter. "Is it time to drink medicine? Your Majesty, please get well quickly."
"Hey, I'll go." Princess Pingyang also stood up. Her somewhat bloated back made Zhang Du shed tears. He whispered: "The eldest princess is also a miserable person. She had a very emotional relationship with General Hua back then. Well, later on, although the concubine was also a good person and treated her as a guest, there was always something missing. Later, the eldest princess was barren and she allowed the concubine to have a child. Even if the concubine was raised in her own name, so what? ? Now the prince-in-law is dead, and there is no one who knows him."
Sunlight slowly shone in the side hall of Zhengyang Palace, which was one of the rare bright lights in winter. The orchids kept in the greenhouse are blooming quietly, bringing a touch of life to this solemn place, while the faint yellow color behind it also expands the area. The whole piece of incense ash that had just burned out fell down and was crushed into powder.
When Sima Ying came out of Zhengyang Palace with a dark face, she happened to see Yang Xianrong, also wrapped in a mink fur coat, standing at the door waiting for her exclusive sedan to walk in the palace. The cold wind always makes people feel chilly.
He stepped forward and saluted and asked, "Where are you going, Queen?"
"Oh, go back to Tianyuan Palace." When Yang Xianrong looked at Sima Ying, he was also looking at her.
The two of them looked at each other. One had a delicate face hidden in the fur collar of a mink fur coat, making him look even more delicate and cute. One has a dark face, and a black mink fur coat makes him look tall and unhappy.
"The palace will be decorated for the Lantern Festival. Please forgive me if it disturbs the queen's rest." Sima Ying's cold face also looked very ugly, but Yang Xianrong didn't take it seriously, because she was now indifferent to Sima Ying's appearance. He also knows very well that he is a man haunted by the evil spirit of "killing his wife", how can he have a good face?
The cold wind suddenly started blowing again, pouring in from the door, making Yang Xianrong unsteady on his feet. Sima Ying reached out and grabbed her, allowing her to stand firm. "Queen, you'd better go back quickly, I'm afraid the weather will be even colder."
"It's okay." Yang Xianrong looked at Sima Ying and the long and narrow corridor of the palace behind him, and suddenly asked: "Your Highness, if I marry my maid to you as a concubine, will you be willing?"
As soon as these words were spoken, not only Sima Ying was stunned, but also Zhang Du and Cui Xi looked at Yang Xianrong, because they had never heard her mention this matter before. Cui Xi also quietly moved back, not so conspicuously.
Sima Ying looked at her and asked again: "What are you talking about, the Queen? You know that I am a slave to my wife. Whoever marries me will die. Isn't this asking your maid to die?"
"But, I don't believe you are trying to suppress your wife's fate." Yang Xianrong was very serious.
The two looked at each other again, one determined, the other hesitant.
"Let's discuss this matter later." In the end, Sima Ying shook her head, "I have just lost two brides here, and it is not suitable to marry again. It will always take some time."
"However, according to the laws of the Jin Dynasty, the bride can be married quickly within thirty days after her death. It does not affect the marriage, and it even has the meaning of happiness." Yang Xianrong did not back down at all, and also proposed a folk law, "These two The bride has only been dead for ten days, so you can marry again during the Lantern Festival."
"Then the Queen's maid is willing to marry me? Are you really not afraid of death?" Sima Ying's eyes widened, "Both wives and concubines will die, aren't you afraid?"
"Actually, I am also afraid." The two questions "Aren't you afraid of death?" made Yang Xianrong curl his lips, glanced sideways at Cui Xi, and then stepped back, "But, I really won't die. of."
"What if he dies?" Sima Ying asked again.
"Then...can I support you for the rest of your life?" Yang Xianrong suddenly said this, and Sima Ying was stunned again.
At the entrance of Zhengyang Palace, the cold wind suddenly stopped, and everyone seemed to stop at these words, and circled around the two of them.
