(eleven)
Bamboo slips are not rare.
Policy theory is not hard to find either.
What moved her was the chance to be exposed to something she loved openly.
To her, it was like a breeze blowing in a dense forest full of poisonous gas, and a ray of sunshine falling, making her heart couldn't help but jump for joy.
This excitement filled her heart with joy.
It's not something that comes from fighting for favor or succeeding in scheming.
"Mother, my father will not blame Sheng'er."
The implication is that even if there is criticism, she will speak up for Deng Suiyan.
She could see Liu Zhao's change of heart in her eyes.
At the beginning, I was afraid of experiencing the pain of losing a child again, so I cut it off from the source, not getting close or loving it.
Later, due to the nature of father and son, Liu Zhao felt compassion.
Of course, it is also possible that she plays the image of the green tea prince better.
Then, as we get along day after day, feelings naturally develop.
She was sure that Liu Zhao would definitely give her the status of crown prince.
And Deng Sui will definitely climb high and his mother will honor the world.
Liu Zhao was more patient and tolerant toward her, Deng Sui, and others than he was toward others.
Deng Sui reached out, gently rubbed Sunge's head, and said softly, "Okay."
"My mother-in-law likes it very much."
Listening carefully, Deng Sui's voice was slightly trembling.
Being moved is the greatest softness of heart.
Sun Ge pursed his lips and chuckled. If the people of the world gave Deng Sui a fair chance to compete with men, could Deng Sui shine even more brightly?
Human beings can never be judged simply by the words good or bad.
Just like Liu Sheng didn't hate Deng Sui blindly.
Deng Sui stood up, washed his hands carefully, wiped them dry, and then held the bamboo slips again, holding Sunge in his arms, leaning on the big chair and reading the policy.
Unlike the dry Qiu Shuang, Deng Sui's voice was sometimes gentle, sometimes serious, and occasionally he would ponder for a moment and tell Sun Ge his thoughts.
I have to admit that Deng Sui has the vision and insights of a qualified politician.
Twenty years of accumulation kept her from being at a loss.
Sure enough, Juan Wang is full of confidence.
Time passed quickly. Deng Sui liked these bamboo slips, while Sun Ge liked to listen to Deng Sui Rou's sharing of opinions.
So the two of them finally managed to have some rudiments of a loving mother and a filial son.
"Sheng'er." The sky was getting dark, Deng Sui put down the bamboo slips and continued, "The concubine is very happy."
This was the most purely happy day since she entered the palace.
First, I confessed my true feelings to His Majesty, and no longer had to work hard to maintain the pure and innocent image in His Majesty's mind.
Then, she had the opportunity to hold the bamboo slips in her hand, read about the world's scholars, people's livelihood, and understand the confusion in her heart.
She is destined to have no children in her life, so can she take advantage of Sheng'er to take another step forward?
Not just the position of queen...
What about Sheng'er?
At this moment, Deng Sui finally had hesitation in his heart.
Deng Sui sighed faintly. She had a clear goal from beginning to end, and she was decisive and rational, but because of a few bamboo slips, she could not bear to go on the road that was finally clear and clear.
But, to her, it was more than just bamboo slips.
Sun Ge knew the ambition in Deng Sui's heart.
Deng Sui was never a canary in a cage, but a roc that could take advantage of the wind and spread its wings to soar.
In the days that followed, Deng Sui took over Sunge's enlightenment.
Literacy, reading.
The strategies on the bookshelf also changed one after another, and Deng Sui's understanding of the Han Dynasty became more profound and comprehensive.
After declining two requests to become a queen, Deng Sui finally agreed to ascend to the throne for the third time.
In the east of AD 102, several months have passed since the witchcraft case.
"It is not easy for the queen to be of the same body as me, inherit the ancestral temple, and be the mother of the world! Only Deng Guiren, who has a good moral character in the imperial court, can be worthy of her."
The only word in the imperial edict is the truest thought in Liu Zhao's heart.
Even though Deng Sui's perfect image in his mind had long since collapsed, Liu Zhao knew in his heart that imperfection is what makes a human being.
The imperfect Deng Sui is still a well-deserved queen.
Sons are valued by their mothers, and Sunge transformed from an ordinary eldest son into a legitimate eldest son.
Considering that she was still frail, Liu Zhao and other court officials were watching.
Historically, the former dynasty and the harem were closely connected.
For all the queens in the past, the power of their mother clan was always prominent and they held great power.
Liu Zhao also wanted to take this opportunity to greatly reward the Deng family.
Deng Sui calmly refused, and now he is in a state of blooming flowers. If he continues to let it go, he may become a raging fire.
The once arrogant Empress Dowager Dou and Empress Yin have now been liquidated, haven't they?
She seeks stability, not progress.
When they got along in private, Liu Zhao still asked.
"Is Sui'er worried that I will be capricious and fearful of the Deng family?
Liu Zhao looked at Deng Sui, whose eyes were less false and softer, and more clear and calm, and his heart went back and forth a thousand times.
He knew about Deng Sui's policy review.
At that time, Deng Sui's whole person seemed to be glowing.
However, what he discerned in his heart was not clear.
Some of this light is stubbornness for power, and some is true love.
"Your Majesty, I have been reading strategies to Sheng'er for several months. From the suffering of the people, to the annexation of land by aristocratic families, to the exclusive power of relatives in the past generations."
"Although I am dull, I have thought a little bit."
"Now, I have become the queen of the Han Dynasty, and I have the honor of being a mother in the world."
"As long as I have my concubine, the honor and favor of the Deng family will be with me."
"A descendant of the Deng family can be granted a title because of their talent and character, or because of their merits and reputation, but they can never be granted a high position because of their concubines."
"When one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven, it is a stain on His Majesty and a hidden danger for the Deng family."
"My concubine's poor views make His Majesty laugh."
Deng Sui smiled and spoke softly.
Policy papers and history books taught her to learn from history and to focus on the present.
Too many lessons made her understand that the status tied to a woman's nepotism would never last long.
If the Deng family becomes arrogant because of her, they will only stand higher and fall harder.
"Sui'er is transparent." Liu Zhao praised sincerely.
This is nothing short of thin.
What Sui'er said just now was far superior to others.
If his adoptive mother, Empress Dowager Dou, had Sui'er's insight, she wouldn't have had to fight so fiercely with the Dou clan's gangsters in order to be in charge of the government.
It is not uncommon in the Han Dynasty for foreign relatives to have exclusive power.
Relatives can be the emperor's arms, but at the same time, they can also become the greatest threat to the imperial power.
Imperial power must never be passed on to others.
"Suiren, will you always think like this?"
"Are you determined not to reuse your relatives?" Liu Zhao suddenly said.
Liu Zhao had a vague hunch that he might not live as long as the late emperor.
If the premonition comes true, where will this big man's regime go?
Deng Sui was startled and couldn't believe what he just heard.
How could she, a woman living in Yeting, decide on the appointment of officials?
What do you mean by your Majesty's words?
