Wo Lun was hit by a punch and he couldn't stand upright. He waited for someone to help him before he regained his balance. He pressed his dark eyebrows and looked at the tall and tall Li Shi who was standing shoulder to shoulder with him. His two fists were hanging on his long robe. Both sides were trembling.
Li Shi had a bruise on his face, curled his lips, looked around unwillingly, and bowed in front of him: "I'm sorry!"
Although he admitted his mistake, he still showed no sign of repentance. Perhaps it was because his relatives and family members were gathered around him, and he didn't want to bring down the prime minister's face in the discussion, so he kept his mouth shut and said his mistake.
Wo Lun also fell silent in front of the junior, and when he saw Qing Ya coming over, he said, "Second girl, hurry up and see your sister!"
She rushed over in a hurry, trampled her long skirt to pieces, rushed into the house, pushed away the maid's panicked hands, helped her mother up, took off her cloak and wrapped it around her body, and then sent her away. A doctor was called to diagnose and treat her.
Mingxuan and Qingya were applying medicine on her body in the tent, not daring to be careless. The two men under the eaves outside the house still looked at each other coldly.
Wo Lun then glanced at Gongren's posture when he was being lifted up. His body was covered with scars and his waist was as thin as a willow. He rushed forward, drew his sword and pointed it at his neck: "Li Shi, you old man, My sister has suffered enough grievances when she married into your Li family. Now you think that my Wugu Lun family has no one, right? Believe it or not, I will chop you old thing to death today, and His Majesty will not even shake his head."
Wanyan Yong was standing alone on the corridor not far away. When he saw Wo Lun drawing the knife, he quickly ran to stop him and took him aside: "Uncle, please calm down. Everything is none of my sister's business now." Son is important!"
Wo Lun pushed back his long robe, put his sword into its scabbard, stared straight into his eyes, strode into the room, and directly opened the bed curtains.
Looking at his sister who was tortured and bruised on the bed, his old body lay down, his eyes were red and he couldn't stop crying wildly.
"Little sister!" He held her bruised hands and held them under his beard and lips.
She didn't reply, a clear spring of water answered everything. She didn't know how to speak, nor how to face this brother.
"I'll take you home, let's go back, let's go back!"
"Second girl, bring me a thick blanket!" He choked and looked back at Qingya.
A thick blanket wrapped her willow-like figure, and his broad and strong arms lifted her up, put the cloak on her cheeks, and walked away.
Walking outside the small fence, Qingya picked up the lamp to lead the way. Wanyanyong and Mingxuan followed behind. Wolun turned to Li Shi, with blue veins popping out on his cheeks and muscles beating. He paused for a long time before saying, "Li Shi, more than ten years old." Years ago, you were a father and a husband like this. Have you ever truly loved and protected Qingya? Have you ever treated your little sister sincerely? If you really want to do everything right, your heart will be broken, and you will end up betrayed by all your relatives. ?"
"I have been on the battlefield for several years and killed countless enemies, but I am still a kind person. I will give money to poor people and treat them generously when I see them. You are a person who has not even the most basic virtues of a human being. No, you are not worthy of being a husband, let alone a father!”
He looked around again and waited for people: "Come here, take Xian'er Jing'er away!"
Li Shi immediately refuted: "What are you doing, Prime Minister? Both of them are my sons?"
He didn't answer the question, and walked straight with his sister in his arms until he reached the end of the corridor and replied: "If you dare to stop me today, I will hand you a piece of paper to impeach you tomorrow. Let's see how long your Majesty can keep you!"
After he finished speaking, a series of robes disappeared from the corridor. Facing the moonlight and passing through the vapor rising from the rain, he hugged her into the horse and then ordered the driver to whip his whip and drive back to Ugu Lun Mansion.
The dim candlelight was flickering, and light rain fell outside the window in the cold night, gradually falling from soft to heavy, tapping on the window lintel. The inner room was quiet, everyone was sitting around, and the respectful man slept peacefully inside the curtain.
Qingya's eyes were dry, and she had been sitting on the embroidered pier for a long time. When she heard Mingxuan cough once or twice, she raised her head and looked at Wanyanyong, who gently caressed her back and felt relieved.
"Sister, please go back home and rest! I disturbed you tonight and you didn't sleep well. The night is deep, so go back!"
Mingxuan smiled and replied: "Well, my aunt is not feeling well. I, as a junior, should have come to take care of her. It doesn't matter. Anyway, I won't be able to sleep even after I return!"
She stood up and left
In front of Wan Yanyong, he bowed his head and bowed: "Your Majesty, please go back with your sister!"
"The lonely king won't leave!"
Qingya looked at the nest where she was sitting and said, "Your Majesty, please return home quickly. I must not become arrogant because of your love!" She said the last sentence in a low voice.
He was always aware of the differences between his wives and concubines, and in front of many servants, he could only nod silently, step forward and clasp his hands: "Uncle, my nephew and the imperial concubine will go back first!"
"Okay, Your Majesty, walk slowly!"
He reluctantly took Mingxuan's hand and walked out. When he left, the tenderness in his eyes was particularly clear in the candlelight. She seemed to be able to feel the worry and affection in his heart, but she still remained silent. Leaning over the waist, he bowed his head and gave the same courtesy.
She turned back to look at her uncle, who was sitting alone under the candlelight. His face was filled with guilt and self-blame. His fists were resting quietly on his knees while he was sitting cross-legged. His beard and beard are white and sparse.
Hearing two coughs in the inner tent, he held up the curtain and went to check. Seeing that Gongren was awake, he held her hand tightly and called her softly.
"Little sister! How do you feel?"
She didn't reply, but nodded silently. When she saw Qingya entering, her mood started to get bad, her face turned red and she shed tears: "Qingya!"
"Sister!" She stepped forward and fell beside her.
"Tell me, has anyone bullied you? How are you doing?" She didn't point it out, but asked vaguely.
"Sister, my daughter is living a good life. Your Majesty... treats me very well. I don't dare to be bullied by anyone. You see, the fine clothes on my body were specially bought for me by him. I am living a good life!"
"Your father, did he bully you? Did he do anything inappropriate?" she asked again.
"Hey, sister, what are you thinking! I'm married and can't see my father. I just had a little quarrel with him a few days ago. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. I'll bring some good tea tomorrow. I’ll apologize to my father for drinking.”
Qingya was silent for a moment, then she smiled slightly and plucked the pearls hanging from her head. That smile was full of sadness and tears. Even though she didn't tell the truth, Kyouto could tell that she was lying. How could the girl she had given birth to and raised for more than ten years not understand her?
It's just that Qingya doesn't want to complain in front of her, for fear of embarrassing her!
She endured the pain and pressed her quilt back and said, "Sister, why did you and dad quarrel? When people came to look for me, they said you two were fighting. Why?"
Gongren said angrily: "For this reason, it's just a minor matter between husband and wife!"
"He... tortured you like this for a trivial matter?" Her face was calm, but the nails in the hand holding Juuzi were almost embedded in her flesh.
Kyouto was silent for a long time, then looked at his old brother and said, "Brother!"
"Hey, little sister, say it, say it!"
"Brother, please go and see if Xian'er and Jing'er are sleeping for me, okay? I'm afraid that Xian'er kicked off the quilt!"
Wo Lun paused, nodded quickly and walked out, telling Qing Ya to take good care of her before leaving. new
Qingya gathered around her, looked at her, and said with a smile: "Sister, the doctor said that your blood and energy have always been bad. Now that something like this happens again, you must take good care of yourself."
"I have sent people to bring a lot of good medicinal materials and supplements. You must drink them on time! Don't think about other things!"
"You can stay with my uncle these days! Don't go back to Li's house for the time being. My uncle has taken Xiaosi and Xiao5 over, so you have nothing to worry about. I will come every day and give them to you personally. Sister, I will cook your favorite dishes and accompany you to take good care of yourself."
Looking at that sensible and well-behaved face, she burst into tears again.
"What a shame, I'm in my thirties and I'm still crying. You should go back home! It's late at night and I want to rest too!"
"Sister, go to sleep! My daughter will watch you sleep before you come back!"
"Ma'am, don't cross the distance!"
"There is no dignity or inferiority here, only mother and daughter!"
"Okay! I'm going to bed. Tell me you're coming to see me. Remember to come early and make me breakfast!"
She turned sideways
Inside, he gathered the bedding around him and pretended to be asleep.
When Qingya saw her sleeping, she tucked her in again, lowered the plain curtain, and walked out without leaving a trace.
But what she didn't know was that after she left, Kyouto buried his head under the quilt and cried loudly, his voice was hoarse and he cried red tears in the plain tent, spilling all these years of grievance and sadness on the pillow.
After Wanyanyong sent Mingxuan back, he couldn't worry about Qingya, so he came back again, holding an umbrella and saw her standing alone on the cold corridor.
In the clear rain of late spring, she was wearing a white plain dress with wide sleeves and a dark green background, and a grass-colored shawl, standing under the green eaves. The pearly agate in her hair was swaying, hanging in her ears. In the gray night, she seemed to Unable to see the road ahead clearly, I could only stand there in confusion.
He understood that she needed a hug at this time. Even though she was a strong daughter of a military commander, she was still a woman with flesh and blood and emotions.
"Lady!"
Without saying a word, he walked lightly behind her and hugged her waist.
She was frightened and said, "Didn't the king go back?"
"The imperial concubine has gone to bed. I can't worry about you, so I'm here!"
She raised her head and said, "Hey, what are you doing here, Your Majesty? It's still very cold at night, be careful of catching a cold!"
She actually wanted to pretend that she didn't care, looking elsewhere, her eyes never stopping on him, but the care in her eyes was very real to him.
"Madam, has my aunt gone to bed?"
She nodded.
"I asked my sister why she quarreled with dad, and she made a few casual remarks, but I felt that there must be something hidden in it. I must ask the person who is serving me tonight clearly."
"Okay, my aunt is resting now, and our worries are relieved, madam! Let's go back together! Tomorrow, I will go to court and accompany you to visit my aunt, and we will ask all the questions that need to be asked. "
"Okay!"
She loosened her shawl and stretched out her little eyebrows. He held her umbrella and supported her waist and walked out. The two of them walked further and further away from each other on the corridor, and the figures of one tall and one short disappeared into the rainy night.
Wan Yanyong hugged her tightly and said, "Madam, the lonely king will stand behind you, love you all his life, and be good to you all his life."
She smiled, only smiling with her head down, feeling the warmth of his embrace in the cold night.
