"Don't be ignorant!"
Her phoenix eyes were raised, as if to embed her in the pupils, and there was a trace of disdain on her cheeks, looking arrogant.
After hearing Xiang Ling's roar and looking at her evil charm, Yungong was frightened and hurriedly hid behind her aunt's dress.
Qingya stretched out her hand and held his hand. She was afraid that she would scare him if she continued, so she bowed and saluted: "Sister-in-law Ling, you have to be righteous to live forever. Qingya advises you not to harm others. If there is nothing else, I will retreat!"
She quietly held Yungong's hand and walked past Xiang Ling and walked all the way to the corridor.
The maid Yuan Bi secretly received the order and waved, and several maids ran over to stop the two people who were leaving. Another person came over and grabbed Qing Ya's skirt and held her in place.
"What are you doing? Get away!" She casually dropped a few people's hands.
"Weren't you still confident in what you said just now? It seems like I have another enemy!" She walked in staggeringly.
"Madman! If you dare to touch me today, do you think the king will let you go?"
"Ah, you are just joking. Today I want to see how the king will not let me go. The king loves me so much. Who are you? What will he do to me for you?" She sneered.
On the corridor surrounded by red plum blossoms, three or four maids came over and pulled off her pearl-encrusted cloud shoulder. Another person pulled out the pearl hairpin from her hair, and the long cotton and linen silk quilt. It was torn into pieces and fell on the plum branch next to it as the wind blew it.
"What are you doing? Someone's here!" Her graceful figure struggled among the crowd, her hands unable to turn back.
Looking at the noisy situation, Yungong's small breasts rose and fell. He quickly ran to Xiang Ling, beat her skirt with his fleshy hands, and murmured: "Hit you, beat you..."
Seeing how he was swaying, she had no mercy, so she pushed him away with one hand and gave him a push. The waiter hurriedly came to pick him up, but her hand was too late. He fell hard and sat on the ground. Howling.
"Yungong!"
When Qingya saw Yungong being pushed to the ground and sobbing loudly, she quickly threw away the arms of the two maids, rushed over to help him up, hugged him, patted his back, wiped He wiped away his tears and said, "Yungong."
"Let's go, Auntie will take you away!" She picked him up with all her strength, stared at Xiang Ling for a while, then walked quickly through the crowd swinging the tassel on her hairpin.
"I want to leave now, someone stop me!" Xiang Ling called around, and the maid fearfully ran in front of Qingya to stop her from leaving.
And the waiter who was waiting for Yun Gong was frozen in place like a wooden stake, with his head lowered and not daring to say a word.
"What are you doing? Stop these people immediately!"
The man was doing nothing wrong, but the other party became more and more aggressive. After looking at his master and winking, Yuan Bi stepped forward and grabbed Qing Ya's skirt.
Yungong cried louder and louder. She was so anxious that she pulled her back a few steps. Then several maids around came forward to restrain her. In the chaos, someone grabbed her and knocked her white. His face was scratched hard.
"Aunt,..." Yungong cried louder and louder.
She quickly protected him in her arms, wrapping her arms around both of his faces to prevent him from receiving any harm.
Pu Sanxiang Ling sat lightly on the corridor, with her hands on her knees, shaking her hair with her hair hanging down, watching the eight or nine people gathered around to attack, as if they were watching a good show.
Her elegant clothes were torn, and there were many pieces of hair hanging down from her forehead. There were slight palm prints on her cheeks. Amidst the mess, her eyes were still so firm.
"The king has arrived!" He was waiting for someone to report, and the corridor was quiet for a while.
Xiang Ling, who was sitting by the railing, stood up, and the three or four waiting people retreated. The little maids with long claws quickly lowered their heads and bowed.
"Your Majesty, Wan'an!"
I saw the imperial concubine Mingxuan walking with her. She and Wanyanyong had their arms linked with each other, and they were deeply in love.
At this moment, Qingya slowly turned her head and caught a glimpse of the two of them, then she paused at a loss. The oncoming cold morning wind blew away some of her thick, cloud-like hair, and also blew the ermine hair on her collar and gently pressed it against her skin.
In a daze, she only felt the stinging where she was scratched, and she gritted her teeth and endured it. She didn't react until Yungong cried and called daddy.
"Daddy! Daddy," Yun Gong's nose turned red and she quickly stretched out her arms, squeezing them with her two little hands to hug him.
Wanyanyong has not recovered yet, his face looks a little haggard, and the stubble that has been growing between his cheeks for several days has not been trimmed.
He saw her independent body, her clothes torn to pieces. He first stepped forward to take off his cloak and put it on her, then paused and looked at her messy long hair before taking the child in her hands.
Yungong threw himself into his arms, then buried himself in his stalwart shoulders and cried loudly, as if he had been wronged enough.
The kind father's kind palm patted his back gently and walked around again: "What's wrong? What's wrong with my son? He's crying like this."
"Told daddy? Huh?"
Mingxuan walked up first, glanced at the bejeweled Xiang Ling that stood alone on her back, then turned her gaze back, tucked the hair hanging down from Qingya's face behind her ears, and straightened her slanted shoulders.
"Qingya, what's wrong with you?"
She didn't answer, she was silent with her hair down and her eyebrows lowered. The remaining red and white snow beside her body flew down on her cloud-like hair in the slanting wind. The moisture in the cold soaked the plain skirt under her clothes. , but she was still alone in the cool breeze, without making any move.
"Qingya, you said something!" Mingxuan asked again.
Wanyanyong held his beloved son and sat in the corridor. It took him a long time to coax him not to cry. He gently touched his two little faces, then hugged him to his wife, and waved his hand to wait for someone to come: "What do you mean? , what happened just now?"
"Return, return..., the king's words."
"King Hui Gu is still hesitant to speak."
His expression was a little stern, and he was so frightened that the waiting people fell to the ground and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, just now, my cousin had a dispute with his wife!"
After hearing this, he quietly moved his gaze over, looking at her big, cool eyes from a distance, and then glanced at her independent figure facing the wind and her flowing clothes. That posture was like a beard floating in the bright light. film.
"Qingya!" He called her gently.
She raised her head and did not answer. She glanced briefly and then lowered her eyebrows.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I beg Your Majesty to make the decision for me, I feel wronged." That was the song of the oriole that Xiang Ling greeted, her slender and soft hands lingering between her eyes, and she bowed respectfully in front of him.
"What's wrong? What dispute did you have with Qingya?"
"Your Majesty, this morning, I carefully composed a piece of music in the garden. I was in high spirits, but I was disturbed by my cousin's playful voice."
"Then...then, I didn't come over and said a few words to her, so she contradicted me and said that I was pampered." She took out the silk again and wiped away her red tears.
"Your Majesty, I am your beloved concubine. She plays the harp and harp in harmony with your Majesty. My cousin has only been in the palace for less than half a month. Why do you want to slander her?"
He stood up and walked slowly in front of her, held up her hands, and then pulled her to sit down.
"Okay, wipe your tears. It's the Great Winter Festival. It's not good if your eyes are hurt by crying." He handed her a handkerchief.
"Your Majesty, I know that my great favor may have made some people displeased, so I have to say hurtful words."
A few words and tears in his eyes made him love her even more and feel even more guilty.
"Qingya, come here!" He called Qingya again.
Then she came quietly and stood in front of him, like a cold plum standing proudly on a branch.
"Why did you hit your sister-in-law Ling?"
She looked at him, and the loss in her eyes pierced deeply into his heart, and she did not answer.
"That's all, King Gu understands Qingya, she wouldn't be like this, you must have misunderstood!" He held his hand up.
"Your Majesty, she did say it, please ask the right person!" Xiang Ling said.
"Your Majesty, I have said it, and it is not convenient for me to hide anything..." She stopped talking and paused.
"I am honest and quick to speak. It is indeed worthy of punishment. Please punish me, Your Majesty."
Seeing her kneeling on the cold ground with both hands holding the fluttering belt, and then raising her jade wrists, whether it was because of pain or love, his heart suddenly stung as if being pricked by a needle.
"But she pushed Yungong. Yungong must have hurt his body before crying. Your Majesty has a scale in his heart. He must have a measure of reward and punishment, and he must treat each other equally."
He looked at her upright look, suddenly choked up and unable to speak, and then turned his head to look at the red tears in Aiko's eyes.
Mingxuan lowered her head and stroked his cheek: "My son, tell me, did Madam Ling push you?"
He raised his head to watch the sobbing, looked at his mother with tears in his big eyes, and nodded again: "Push me..."
"Your Majesty, this concubine was unintentional. Qingya made rude remarks and wanted to leave easily. I wanted to punish her, but suddenly the two princes ran up to me, so I missed..." She immediately stood up and knelt down, her voice getting louder and louder. Low.
"Mistake? All those waiting people saw it. You pushed him away on purpose. Sister-in-law, you really don't have any motherly feelings. I was young when I bumped into you, but Yungong was only a little older, so you had to deal with such a heavy blow. "
"The lonely prince loves his son, you have to treat him like this. Do you really think that you are not a mother and don't know your closest relatives?" He suddenly stood up, shocking Xiang Ling.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Why did you say such sad words? I have also become a mother. My son Xie Lu died in just over a year. When my son passed away, I was heartbroken! I must have made a mistake. Not on purpose."
Her tears flowed like a river, lying on the cold ground like a crumbling flower. The moment she shed tears, Wan Yanyong recalled the death of his beloved son with her a year ago under the dark curtains of the bed, the failure of being a father, the feeling of separation of flesh and blood, which he could never find in his life. forget.
The beautiful woman in front of him was brought back by his eight-carriage sedan. He had promised to protect her, but now he only felt guilty and self-blame.
A trace of mist appeared in his eyes: "It's the King's fault. Don't mention it again. It's the King's fault as a father." He quickly motioned for her to get up.
"Sister, the imperial concubine, I have indeed been carried away by this girl. I have no intention of harming the prince, please atone for my sins." She turned her head again and bowed to Mingxuan.
"Xiang Ling, Yungong is also the heart of my wife and I. You have also been a mother, so you must know the pain. I won't tell you more, but why did you tear your elegant clothes like this? It is a big taboo for a girl to be disheveled, how can you do this?"
