"Didn't Your Majesty let me down a long time ago? Huh?"
The queen's cheeks were blurred with tears, and along the fluffy hair of her hair, the pearls on the green flowers couldn't stop sliding down. She quickly wiped her sleeves.
This scene seemed familiar. Last winter, it was here that she smashed the seven-treasure necklace bracelet that he had given her as a gift many years ago on their wedding night to pieces.
Looking back at the beginning, he was still the young man among the flowers in the eyes of the girls in the capital. She was also one of the many ladies. During a royal tea party, she was far away under the high platform and watched him drink tea. When she was cheering for her poems and poems, at that moment, such a handsome young man from the northern country was imprinted in the heart of the eleven-year-old her.
"Tonight or later, I will meet this beloved man." This was her first spring boudoir sorrow. That night she frequently dreamed of him galloping toward her alone. In the next three years, there was no spring scenery in the eyes of the mountains and rivers, because everything in the world was not as good as him.
In the emperor's mind, various situations from the past emerged, including the joy of drafting a girl, his promise during the wedding, and the birth of their children, all of which came to mind.
The emperor thought for a moment without saying a word. He turned to look at the palace attendants. He picked up Da Xingguo's collar and shouted: "Da Xingguo, why didn't you tell me about the gift from the queen? Who do you think I am?" He said. Kick that Da Xingguo away.
"Everyone, please calm down. I thought this was a minor matter, so I didn't report it to you. Everyone, please calm down!" Da Xingguo kowtowed his head so loudly that even the guards patrolling outside the palace heard it clearly.
"This is a trivial matter. The queen is not sensible. Don't you understand too?"
"Come here!"
Two guards with sabers walked in: "Wei Chen is here!"
The emperor then said: "Drag him out, beat him with a hundred sticks, and recover all the things you gave him yesterday!"
"Everyone, calm down! Everyone, calm down!"
Da Xingguo was dragged out by the guards. The queen was still lying on the cold ground. She quietly looked at the flower hazelnuts that had fallen to the ground. She raised her head with tears in her eyes: "Wanyan Dan, I married you when I was a teenager. You must have forgotten what you said on your wedding night after so many years have passed!"
After she made a big fuss, what was left was that she was awake. She spoke those words slowly and heart-wrenchingly. After hearing this, he walked to the desk and sat down slowly, remaining silent for a long time without saying a word.
"Actually, I should have understood earlier that you, the men of the Wanyan family, can't love others. You only love yourselves. Talking about a lifelong love or staying together for a lifetime are just deceptive tricks!"
"Today or later, I'm so stupid to see this beloved..." She looked up at the slightly moving curtains, feeling heartbroken for a moment.
The chirping of insects in spring gradually reached my ears, and outside the cold palace, there was a gust of wind and rain. The rustling spring rain slapped the soil in the flower garden of the palace, and it seemed like traces of falling red incense were diffused. Candles were gradually covered with lamps on both sides. Even though it was blown out, no one dared to step forward.
The queen stood up, held her hands, and extinguished the candlelight one by one.
"Your Majesty, this candle flame is very hot!" The female officer bowed to dissuade her.
She still didn't stop, extinguishing nine candles in a row, crying and laughing as she watched the skin on her palms burn off a layer.
"Queen, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" he said while sitting on the high platform.
She ignored him and only twisted her wrist slightly to extinguish the tenth lamp. The ten lamps on the other side had already been blown out by the female officer. She wanted to get closer but stopped.
The palms of her hands were burned, and there were blood blisters in the whole white palms. And he, whom she once loved deeply, was sitting on the throne without moving at all. She thought, maybe this is how it would be if she didn't love her anymore. Bar!
She stood quietly in the cold hall with her sleeves hanging down for a few moments before she saw him striding towards her. However, he never stayed in front of her for a moment, but walked out without looking back, following the curtains and hollow railings on both sides. He walked out and disappeared into the corridor around the corner of the door.
Wan Yanyong, who had just finished handling military affairs at the Ministry of War office, was preparing to place the general's certificate on the fence and was about to return to the palace. Suddenly he heard the patter of rain, so he went out to take a closer look. It was already raining and foggy outside. .
"Now, I have to wait a few hours before returning!" He said to the small yellow door behind him.
"Great King Ruo
Thinking about it, the slave immediately went to get an umbrella! "
"It's okay, I have nothing to do when I get back, so just go inside and sit for a while!"
"Yes!" Xiao Huangmen bowed.
He was sitting lazily on the sofa not far from the desk, looking through books. Suddenly, someone bowed in front of him: "Your Majesty! The new Minister of Servants wants to see you!"
"Oh? Please come in!" He straightened the book in his hand and put it aside.
Only one person was seen. He was wearing a formal suit with a crimson colored collar and long sleeves, with a horizontal pleat on the lower train. He wore a leather belt around his waist and a futou on his head. He came forward respectfully and asked, "I would like to send you greetings, Sir Shangshu!"
But I looked at this man. He was still in his early years, with a long beard that reached to his chest, but what his shiny black hair could not conceal was the heroic spirit between his brows and eyes. Straightforward.
"Loyal brother?" Wanyanyong was surprised.
"Long time no see, Your Majesty! It's my fault that I didn't go to see you as soon as possible when my servant returned to the capital." He kowtowed again.
"Come on, get up quickly. Why are you and I so reserved?" He quickly waved for someone to go down and make tea.
Pu San Zhongyi was helped up and sat on the other side. When the two saw each other, the joy on their faces could not be concealed at all.
It's just that this Pusan Zhongyi is the nephew of Emperor Taizu's favorite concubine Pusan, and also the nephew of Wanyanyong's grandmother. In terms of seniority, Wanyanyong should call him something else. , due to the etiquette of a monarch and his ministers, his sister also married him, so the relationship was blurred, and the two of them didn't know how to call them.
"Your Majesty, how have you been in Liaoyang these years? Are you able to adapt to your return to Beijing?" He showed concern as soon as he came up.
"Of course it's good. Liaoyang has abundant supplies and a pleasant climate. If His Majesty hadn't transferred you to guard other places, I would have gone to the Bohai Sea with you to have a look!"
"Hahaha, what a pity! How about making an appointment with the king next time?"...
"Okay, okay! Don't get dizzy when we get to the Lanzhou!"
The two of them looked at each other and smiled. In a moment, the tea on the palace maid's table was empty. Looking at the heavy rain outside, the two of them were drinking tea and eating snacks in the house. It was indeed very comfortable.
"Your Majesty, how is my little sister? She is feeling better. The year before last, I heard that she gave birth to a son, but when she returned to the palace in the autumn, the child died! Is there any hidden secret in this?" He continued. Ask.
Being reminded of his sadness again, a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, and he quickly lowered his head and sighed softly: "It was the lonely king who was negligent at that time. During the Qiuyue visit of Xiang Ling's mother-in-law, her son contracted an illness and had a high fever. , but when there was an uprising by the civilian army, the lonely king had to lead his troops to suppress it all night long. In that night alone, my son... my son died!"
He held his forehead, feeling the slightest sadness in his heart: "The lonely king has not been a good father, so he is ashamed of Xiang Ling! After she came back, she saw that she was gone. She didn't shed tears for three days in a row, and she didn't shed tears for half a year. What a beautiful girl, and then the lonely king slowly persuaded her to pamper her so that it would be better!"
After hearing this, Pu San Zhongyi also lowered his head and said nothing. He could only slowly pass the water on the tea table into his mouth. The room was silent, except for the distant thunder outside.
"Your Majesty, the past has passed. I hope your Majesty and his wife will continue their good fortune and have children in the future!"
"Yes, King Gu also believes it!" It took him a long time to reply.
"Your Majesty, I heard from my mother that my little sister didn't come back to play for a few days during the Spring Festival. Is she in poor health or is there something wrong?" He turned his head and looked at Wan Yanyong.
Come to think of it, Pusan Xiangling has been confined in Shaoyanxuan since the last incident with Cuihe. She has not been out in the past few days, and has not seen her even during the Spring Festival. Now that Pusan Zhongyi asked, he did I can't answer it.
He pondered for a while and then said: "Oh, it's just a small matter! I just had some minor conflicts with my wife recently!"
"My little sister does have a little temper, but she has never done anything harmful to the world. I hope your Majesty will forgive her. After all, daughters are always a bit temperamental."
"My little girl is from a small clan and hasn't read many books. Sometimes she would make trouble with my mother in the house. Maybe she was influenced by it.
Got it! She is the only girl in the house. The three brothers and our father have doted on her since she was a child. She may be a little willful because of this. "
Wan Yanyong smiled after hearing this, but he was smiling but not smiling at all. Taking care of his face, he replied: "It's just a trivial matter! It doesn't matter!"
"Yes! My little sister is willful. I hope the king, for the sake of my aunt, will not be the same as her! I also thanked you," he said and bowed in front of the case with both hands.
"What are you talking about? In the palace, Lone King loves Ling'er the most. Why should you care about human kindness? Just relax! Lone King has his own sense of proportion!"
He looked at him firmly, and he nodded silently. When he looked up, he saw that the rain outside was gradually getting lighter and turned into a silent drizzle. Wanyanyong decided to go back. He stood up and chatted with Pusan Zhongyi for a few words, then turned around and resigned, holding an umbrella by the small yellow door. After going out, he got in the car at the gate of the palace and left.
There was a drizzle on the street, and it fell on his hat, which was already wet. While riding on the horse, he kept thinking about what Pu San Zhongyi said just now. He clasped his hands and thought about something alone. Then he took a soft breath and shouted: "Go to Li's house!"
