One morning after the morning meeting, the snow outside became lighter. Wan Yanliang took off his futou official hat and strode into the courtyard.
Looking at this winter scene, the garden is full of flowers, but only a few plum blossoms in the corner are blooming in the cold weather. They are so beautiful that people can't help but stop and admire them.
He touched the flower bones lightly with his fingers. The flower held a mouthful of pure snow and stood proudly on the branch. He flicked it twice, and in an instant, layers of plain dye fell off.
Dots of red accumulated, and layers of flowers and branches were dyed. In a daze, he remembered the scene when he and Qingya went to the plum garden last winter. His heart was touched, and the raised fingertips quietly lowered them.
Perhaps, people are unhappy in this life. When he first saw her in the grassland in the south of the city, she was still so small, her eyebrows and eyes were not even opened, and her yellow hair had not even covered her forehead. Now, she is full of red makeup and her clothes are green and green. , Slim and graceful, who has long since left, but it is a pity that he never kept her.
He gently broke off a branch and put it under his nose, smelled it carefully, looked up at the plum tree, and wrote a poem: "The red branches are decorated with red makeup, thousands of flowers surround the bride, the bride is crying in the sedan chair, watching from a distance with the rolling curtain. Whose husband!"
"Okay! Your Majesty, what a poem." He was waiting for someone behind him, and he flattered him again and again, bowing and bowing.
But how could this person know the pain in his heart? He just thought of this simple literal meaning.
He paused and smiled bitterly: "After all, I am trapped by this red wall and cannot see the scenery outside."
Thinking of her, his eyes gradually became moist. When he turned around and was about to enter the house, a sudden gust of cold wind made his heart feel colder. He tightened his cloak, retracted his neck, and shivered. Said: "She is so afraid of the cold, she must be very sad in winter!"
He murmured in a low voice, and the waiters behind him didn't know what he was mumbling. They only knew that he was not in a good mood, so they followed him carefully and watched him step into the threshold.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw the dowager and the dowager sitting on opposite sides of the couch. The dowager held her hand calmly, while the dowager opposite sat with a stern face, frowning at the corners of her mouth, a pair of brown eyes. Look straight ahead.
Wan Yanliang was a little surprised. Jing Xing came forward and bowed: "Why are my eldest sister and my sister here? I was going to pay my respects to you two elders after I changed my clothes."
He originally wanted to sit down on the high chair next to him, but when he saw the concubine sitting there with a stern expression and not answering, he paused in place for a long time.
"Ma'am!" he called again.
The concubine did not answer, but saw her own mother shaking her head at him, indicating not to smile playfully, so he suppressed his smile and became quiet.
"Kong'er, do you want to kill the king and seize the throne?" The concubine went straight to the topic and asked a question that was caught off guard.
Wan Yanliang was astonished, her Adam's apple moved up and down slightly, and she smiled slightly at her serious expression: "What are you talking about? I didn't hear you clearly!"
"Didn't you hear clearly? Now that you have said this, you still want to hide it. Is it because I, an old woman, have no say in this country?"
With a thunderous fury, she hammered the lacquer table so hard that the celadon tea set jumped up, and the tea cup next to her rolled down and smashed to the ground.
Seeing this, Mrs. Da stood up immediately, knelt down in front of her respectfully and said, "My queen, I have made a mistake, you don't have to take it too seriously, don't get angry!"
The concubine pointed at him and said to the kneeling Da: "Don't pay too much attention. Look at what he is going to do. It is a heinous crime of killing the king and killing his brother. For such a big thing, he is in front of me. Don’t even mention it!”
"Forget it, now that I am an old woman, seeing you brothers grow up and start a family, I have fulfilled your father's last wish, so I should have retired to another home to retire and wait for my legs to kick off. Went to see the Buddha!" She waved and looked away to calm the anger in her heart.
"What's wrong with you?" He rejected it stubbornly.
"Yuan Gong, what are you talking about? Why don't you admit your mistake quickly!" The lady held the hem of his robe with her hand.
"Sister, I am not wrong. I am doing good deeds to save the common people. He has no virtue and no ability. Why should he occupy the throne? Why?" He made fists with both hands and grasped his clothes.
"This position belongs to my father. Zong Jun (Wanyan Dan's father) was dead at that time. As the eldest son, my father should take over as the crown prince. Why should I take advantage of Wanyan Dan?"
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Angry, he stood on the step and pointed at him: "Okay, you want to argue today. As a mother, I have the responsibility of educating you, so I will explain it to you!"
"You keep saying that your father should be the crown prince, but you know that your father is the eldest son of the concubine. Since ancient times, there have been distinctions between legitimate sons and concubines, and they cannot be overstepped. If Taizong makes your father the crown prince, the kings will definitely be dissatisfied, and the clan will definitely be in civil strife. , have you ever thought about this problem? Huh?"
"Just because of the status of a concubine, a virtuous and talented person is trapped. Why? Since ancient times, there have been precedents of a concubine becoming a king," he continued. ..
The concubine turned around and propped up her lacquered desk, tapping her fingers on the table: "A concubine is a king? Since ancient times, a concubine has been a king. There have been several times when no one was killed without bloodshed. Your father has his own knowledge. He doesn't want to see his clan brothers." Killing each other, I don’t want you to be the target of public criticism, so I am willing to be a king.”
"You are a filial son. If you want to regain the throne for your father, you want to kill the brother who grew up with you. You have studied Confucius and Mencius since you were a child. What principles have you understood over the years?"
"You are taking risks out of desperation. If something unexpected happens and your rebellion fails, where will the emperor put your life? He is still an infant. Will the emperor let her go?"
"Or are you going to let your wife, who is pregnant with Liujia, serve the emperor and become a target for venting your anger? Huh?"
Wan Yanliang's high eyebrows lowered slightly, and he stood still with his head bowed and his fists clenched.
The concubine stood there for a long time, looking at his handsome face, her eyes gradually turning red.
"You look so much like your father, tall and handsome. When I see you, I think of him!" The princess sobbed, tears hanging down from her eyes.
"Your father asked me to prop up this house before he left, and asked me to educate you well. Now that I have lost his eldest brother, and now I see you taking risks, I am an old woman, and I am a sinner!"
Her half-hundred-year-old body was coiled on the sofa, looking at the seven-treasure necklace in her hand and shedding tears, her voice was pitiful, and her posture was pitiful.
"Gong'er, listen to me. Don't be so stubborn. You must listen to what I say. This is for your own good. Admit your mistake quickly!" The lady knelt down, pulled the hem of his clothes, and persuaded him earnestly.
He raised his head and looked at the sobbing figure of the concubine. He felt guilty in his heart and wanted to bow his head in front of her to apologize.
He accidentally glanced at the bunch of red plums on the flower table, and then recalled the scene when Qingya cried and said goodbye to him that day, and the rose bamboo knot was still on his finger.
This made him angrier and more determined in his plans.
"No, even if I take the risk, I'm willing to take the risk. I don't want to live my life as a mermaid anymore!"
"That emperor has done too many unjust things. What he loves most is to humiliate me in public and stab me behind my back. The last time Zhang Jun issued an edict, it was his fault and he arbitrarily raped me. He called me back again, and he also gave my beloved woman to Wulu. I can't stand these things, and I will definitely rebel against this!"
He raised his head again and said: "Honey, don't worry, I won't kill him. I will demote him to the king of fainting and send him to the border. I will not move any of his concubines and daughters, and I will send him to the border as well!"
"No, it can't be like this. Gong'er, listen to what my sister has to say. You and His Majesty have grown up together. He won't do anything to you. He won't!" The wife took his hand and put her hand on his. Broad chest.
"Sister, you are confused. He has killed the queen, his own children, and will he still care about my brotherhood? I will be the next one he kills." He dropped her hand manically and took a step back to tremble. vocal channel.
The madam frowned and stood there looking at the expressions of the two people.
Wanyan Liang stood with his sleeves hanging down, looking up at the bunch of red plums. There was a hint of regret on Zhou Zheng's face, but his eyes were still firm.
The concubine sat under the bright window, facing the purple smoke of the incense burner beside her, with her eyes open and her thoughts confused.
"Honey, just a word, I hope you can atone for your sins!"
"My concubine is my concubine, and my son is my concubine. In my eyes, do I always treat my son as my concubine and treat him differently, so that I can identify with the emperor in my heart?"
"What are you talking about? Gong'er, are you crazy? Didn't you see what I did to you and to me?"
The lady quickly stepped forward to stop him.
"If that's the case? Then why can't I accept that my son is the king? My son is the king. My sister, you will be the direct empress dowager of Da Jin. My sister will be the empress dowager of the West Palace. I will be worshiped by everyone in the world. What's wrong with that?"
After hearing this, the concubine slowly stood up and walked to his side, loosened her clenched hands, looked at him and said: "It's hopeless, just think that I have taught me a mediocre person for more than 20 years!"
After saying that, she walked out slowly, lifted the curtain with her broad hand and came out.
"What are you kid talking about!" The lady slapped his chest angrily.
"Sister, I don't understand me. You have to understand that this matter must be done no matter who stops it!"
He looked at his mother's gentle and kind eyes with firm brows. The wife's eyebrows relaxed slightly, she caressed his chest, then tapped his brows with her fingers, and sighed.
"Hey, if it really comes to this, then just do it! After all, I am no more stubborn than you, but you must not kill the king, nor treat his wife and daughter badly." She raised her legs to sit down. But his knees went weak and he almost slipped.
"Sister!" He supported her.
"It doesn't matter!" She bent down and touched her knees.
He picked up his mother and placed her gently on the sofa. He helped her take off her footwear and stockings, then slowly lifted up her skirt. He saw with his own eyes how many bruises there were on her knees, and then held her hands. Her feet felt immersingly cold.
He said distressedly: "Sister..."
The madam raised her kind eyebrows slightly and said, "It's okay, my son, don't worry!"
"My sister is wearing cotton shoes, but why are her feet still cold? Is it because the waiter didn't take good care of her?"
"Come here, get the medicine box! Get some hot water!"
He shouted to the outside world, and soon two waiters took the medicine box and hot water. He gently soaked his mother's feet in the wooden basin, then opened the box and personally applied the medicine on her knees. medicine.
She felt relieved and relaxed a lot. She supported her waist and said, "I have been suffering from cold syndrome since I was a child. My hands and feet are cold all year round. I was only fifteen when I gave birth to your second sister. After three or four consecutive childbirths, naturally, The vitality is damaged."
"When I was pregnant with your fifth sister, I had a fetal movement, and I was born prematurely at less than a month old. My health has deteriorated a lot since then."
Wan Yanliang carefully applied the medicine to her, then bent down and washed her feet personally.
"Sister, don't worry. I will find the best doctor and the best medicine for you. You will slowly get better in the future!"
"Also! Don't just kneel down. It makes me feel so sad to see you!" He wiped his mother's feet clean and put them in his arms to keep them warm. He held her cold feet with his sleeves.
She raised her eyebrows kindly, smiled sweetly, put his hands on hers, and looked at his handsome appearance.
"Si Gong'er, as long as I can see your five brothers and sisters safe and well, this is the best medicine in the world!"
"Although I have broken you with your actions, I am still afraid that something unexpected will happen to you, so you must understand her and be more careful when you act!"
"It was not easy for me to give birth to you and raise you. It hurt for three hours and I have raised you for more than twenty years. Although I am not as able to guide you as your mother-in-law, I care about you behind your back and do small things for you. I'm happy too."
Wan Yanliang's eyes were filled with tears as she looked at her mother under the bright window. There were a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, her cheeks were slightly red, and her temples were already slender and white as her cheeks spread out.
At that moment, his eyes turned red and he hugged the feet in his arms tighter.
"My whole life will live up to the woman who loves me and is mine!" He looked at his mother and smiled foolishly.
She put her hand down lightly, stroked his black hair and smiled.
