Although Wan Yanyong said this lightly, Xiang Ling, who was sitting next to him, did not look good after such a compliment. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved. He glanced at Mingxuan who was looking at Wan Yanyong calmly beside him. , and turned his head away.
"elder sister"
"Huh?" Li Hongyuan shook his head.
"What do you think?"
Li Hongyuan pursed his lips, turned the beads in his hand, his eyebrows moved up and down slightly, and he sat on the chair and pondered something.
"I do think Xuan'er is right. Based on Wan Yanliang's style of dealing with things, it is very likely that he will kill the heroes after usurping the throne."
"But... now, if we don't stand by his side, are we going to stop him from usurping the throne? We only have this strength now!"
After hearing this, Wan Yanyong lowered his head and rubbed his fingers on his robe, feeling extremely entangled in his heart.
He looked at Qingya who was sitting low, blinking her eyes from side to side, as if she was thinking deeply about something. The two pairs of hands folded on her knees kept making gestures quietly, which was quiet and interesting.
"Qingya!"
She didn't seem to hear it and was thinking hard.
"Qingya!"
When Wan Yanyong called her for the second time, she suddenly raised her head, pursed her lips and smiled: "Oh, Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
"The lonely king looks at what you are thinking about. Do you have any ideas?"
She sneered, nodded and then turned her gaze to Mingxuan: "I don't know what to do, it's just random thoughts. I feel that my sister must be like a mirror in her heart."
Mingxuan frowned, held Wan Yanyong's hands in his and said, "Your Majesty, I told you that I am afraid of wronging Your Majesty."
"You say, it doesn't matter."
She paused for a long time before saying: "Your Majesty, now we don't have the strength to stop Wan Yanliang, but we can't help him do evil. Firstly, you and His Majesty are cousins and have had a close relationship since childhood; secondly, we are even more afraid of us. To help him seize the throne, he turned around and attacked Yong Guo Mansion, so, weighing the pros and cons, it is better to be neutral!"
Xiang Ling snorted and laughed a few times, then touched her round belly and said, "What's the point of still being a queen? If we are neutral, can we keep the whole house safe when he ascends the throne?"
Qingya couldn't stand it anymore, she pursed her lips and smiled: "Well, I don't think this is a good idea. Sister Ling, you must have a way in your mind. Why don't you tell me a perfect way?"
"I..., not yet!" She hesitated for a long time before saying.
"Since there is no such thing, then sister, just listen."
Qingya stopped laughing, put her other hand on Mingxuan's knee, looked at the Lord and the Queen, scratched the back of her head and said: "I am very clumsy. I can only sing a few words along with my sister. Don't mind, Your Majesty! I thought, Although this method is not a foolproof strategy, if you act cautiously, you can still get by."
"However, I have to wrong the king. I bow my head in front of him and pretend to be afraid." Her slender eyelashes lifted up and down beside her two languid eyes.
"Actually, human nature has something in common. After His Majesty ascended the throne, he massacred the founding fathers, which means he saw the power and threats of those ministers. As long as we in the Yongguo Mansion lower our heads and suppress a smile, he will think We are afraid of him and think that your Majesty is a cowardly nobleman."
After hearing this, Wanyan Yong said to her gently: "How impudent! You are a little girl as timid as a rat. You were still nursing when the lonely king went into battle to kill the enemy!"
He nodded slightly, arousing a hint of interest. new
She rolled her eyes to herself: "I have offended the king, but my words are not rude. Therefore, as long as the king does not hold an official position and does not have to bear any responsibilities, and can go further as in previous years, the sky is high." The emperor is far away, and if you fade away from the court over time, he will also forget you."
"A minister who has never made any mistakes, a brother who is not a threat at all, why would he attack you? He will definitely not do it."
Mingxuan looked at her serious look and held Wanyanyong's hand tightly: "Your Majesty, I think Qingya is right!"
"Well, I also think this girl has a good idea. My son, you can just invite officials from far away when the time comes. You can still take some time to cultivate yourself while you are far away in the world.
. "
Qingya pursed her lips, held the beads on her waist and played with them, and then said: "Hey, I'm just talking nonsense. After all, it's your mother who thinks carefully, so I'm just messing with it."
Wanyan Yong looked out of the courtyard, and it was Yungong who was holding a snowball and throwing it at Yunzhong opposite; when he turned back, he saw the two concubines in front of him breathing hard with their big bellies; and there was a high hall beside the tea table. Sitting there, her temples were already sparse and gray; the good wife beside her had some white silk in her hair; and the young lady who had just passed away, he had not taken good care of her, and he had not even given her anything. warmth.
He looked at the room full of young and old, his eyes gradually became moist, and he sat upright for a long time before saying: "As long as you are safe and smooth, I will be willing to let you jump into the pit of fire even if you are alone."
"If one day a new king comes to power, I will keep my head down. Even if I feel a little wronged, I will feel warm in my heart when I go home and see you happy."
"So, let's make this decision! Our government will work together and not stand out."
Xiang Ling was moved by his courage as a husband and father. She held back her tears and shed red tears.
He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and asked with red eyes: "Silly Ling'er, why are you crying!"
"Your Majesty! You have endured humiliation and heavy burden for us for many years, and I feel very uncomfortable!"
"It's not uncomfortable, it's not uncomfortable. The lonely king is a man who is upright and upright. He doesn't seek wealth and wealth, but only seeks peace of mind for the young and old. Now that you and Li'er have just been pregnant not long ago, the lonely king is most worried about you two."
He gently held her hand, then took Zhang Qinli's hand, then Qingya's and Mingxuan's hands, and his five hands were placed together on his broad legs.
"The four of you, from now on, must work together to raise these brothers and sisters well, and arrange the internal affairs well. Do not let any internal strife break out. Remember, we are a family. We are all prosperous, and we are all harmed. "
Xiang Ling and Qin Li both nodded with red eyes, and Qing Ya also pursed her lips and nodded.
After he finished speaking, he asked his mother: "Sister, how about you decide like this?"
"Yeah, my son has thought it through, so let's leave it at that!" Li Hongyuan nodded.
After the few people had a small family meeting, they gathered together to have breakfast and then left separately.
Qingya walked slowly on the corridor, looking at the pouring snow, holding up her right hand from her cloak to catch the falling white snow, and then looking at the plum tree beside the red wall.
Xiyi came forward and said, "Madam, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
She looked back at her, stretched out her hand and picked a flower in her hand, and said as she walked: "Today, I actually accepted that he is a ruthless person, thinking that he is so cruel now because I have never noticed his nature in all my dealings. Or did he suddenly become like this?"
Xiyi smiled and said: "My lady is really a pure person, how can she gather power in a short while? Of course he had this desire to be a king in the early years, but he just didn't tell you!"
"Oh, that's it! I'm already married, what else do I want to think about! Now we are separated, he likes his, I like mine, and we will never go back to the past!"
She threw the red plum branch in her hand out of the corridor and turned around the corner.
"Ma'am, just think about it, don't worry about it."
She turned her head and smiled and said: "It's not that I thought about it, but it has to be like this now. Now that I'm married to my cousin, I naturally have to think about the Yongguo Mansion in everything. The past, whether it's sentimental or unintentional, it doesn't matter. It’s meaningless, it’s better to live a good life and be happier in your heart.”
"Since the wedding night, when I said goodbye to him, I have never seen him again. Maybe as time goes by, we will forget each other!"
She let out a long sigh, then hurriedly walked through the flower path, passing through the yellow grass, and gradually disappeared. But she was still reluctant to let go. She would even think of him at night, the past of the two of them, and the words he said to him in the south of the city when she left in spring. It was this farewell that separated her from his heart. The mountain is heavy.
One night, Qingya was in front of the dressing table, taking off her beadwork, plucking the pearl earrings she had taken off her ears, and then taking out the seven-treasure necklace from the drawer and looking at it. For a moment, she felt lost and missing. Out of control, she simply put it back
in the drawer.
She placed it next to the bookcase and browsed through the books, and found a copy of "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. Then she got into the quilt on the couch and leaned against the railing of the couch to read.
Before she even turned a few pages, she saw Cuimei coming in with the clothes she would wear tomorrow: "Madam, the king is here!"
"Aren't you going to stay with your Majesty today?" She wrote lightly.
"Eighty percent it was the empress who asked the king to come!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Yanyong strode in wearing a thick velvet cloak and sat down next to her: "Hey, this Yungong, insists on making a fuss about sleeping with her, just like that. It’s such a big couch, and he’s so tall and strong, he really squeezed the lonely king to death!”
He took off his cloak and drank the red soup on the table in one gulp.
"Hey, that's not tea, that's the donkey-hide gelatin stewed by Cuimei for me!"
He licked his lips and said, "It's not poison. The lonely king is really cold and thirsty. His hands are freezing all the way. It's still warm here." After he said that, he got his hands into her quilt. A random touch.
Qingya was so cold that she suddenly twitched and said, "Oh my God! Your Majesty's hand is like a hockey puck."
"So the lonely king needs to be warm!"
She looked at his slightly flattering look and simply covered his hands tightly.
He smiled, looking at her reading quietly alone, his Adam's apple moved up and down slightly and said, "Madam!"
"Huh?" She glanced at him and then looked back.
"Do you love me?" It took him a long time to hold back these words.
She closed the book and couldn't answer for a while.
"Your Majesty is already on his third birthday, and the boss is not young anymore. He still asks such a question! I'm not ashamed," she said and continued to read her book.
He removed the book from her hand and put his arms around her waist, his rough voice gentle and domineering.
"Although King Gu is old, you are only a teenager. Why can't you ask me? Besides, you are King Gu's wife. King Gu wants to test your sincerity!"
She looked at him, her cheeks flushed, and she stubbornly threw out his hands: "You know it, but if you want to do this, just find a girl and ask her to warm your hands and see if she is willing. !」
He tickled the back of her nose and said, "The appraisal is over, you have fallen in love with the lonely king!"
He stood up with interest and picked her up in front of the two maids.
"Hey, what are you doing, Your Majesty? I haven't finished my childhood yet!"
He picked her up easily, leaned down and kissed her eyebrows and said, "I've been trying to deceive the lonely king for seven or eight days, even two trips. You can't even think about escaping from the clutches of the lonely king!"
Wanyan Yong said in a slightly more serious tone: "The lonely king doesn't believe that this special favor for two months will come again next month!"
"How can it be so fast!"
When the maids saw this, they lowered their heads and smiled, then stepped back one after another.
He quickly pushed her down on the bed, took off the red mantle, and quickly got on the couch, enjoying another night of lovemaking under the moonlight.
When Qingya woke up at night, she saw him secretly stroking her cheeks, as if admiring a famous painting, admiring it carefully and pondering it carefully.
"Madam, you wake up!" He whispered in his ear.
He asked again: "Now...every night, does it hurt?"
Qingya opened her eyes vaguely, waited for a long time, turned sideways and nodded.
He hugged her again: "It was like this in the beginning. It's just that you are young. It will get better in the future."
She stared at him for a long time, stroking her belly, sitting up with difficulty, and shouted outside the tent: "Cherish, cherish!"
Then, Xiyi came into the room with a bowl of soup in her hand, and handed it to her after a pause.
Wan Yanyong was very curious about this decoction. He propped himself up on his elbows and said, "This decoction of yours is pungent to my nose when I smell it. I drink it every few days, but I never get pregnant."
After hearing this, she drank the medicine in one gulp.
"The imperial doctor said that my bad qi and blood were caused by my poor health when I was a girl. I must take good care of myself. I hope your Majesty will not be worried about having an heir!"
She recollected the bitter taste in her mouth, and when the pity faded away, she covered herself with the quilt and turned sideways, her eyes red.
He hugged her behind her and said, "The lonely king is joking with you! Don't worry, you are still young."
She stared at the little figure in front of her, wiping the tears from her eyes, and listened quietly to Wan Yanyong behind her, saying intimate words and making intimate gestures. This scene was something she had thought about Wan Yanliang. .
But he has long been far away...
