Giving a woman to your father will offend your mother, and kidnapping your father's woman will offend your father.
The second child is in doom...
After weighing the matter, the prince Yang Zhao decided to offend his mother. After all, the mother was soft-hearted and the matter was settled over time, but his father was different.
So Yang Zhao returned to the East Palace, planning to make a confession with Wang Zhuoling to save his life.
As a result, people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs had arrived and took Wang Zhuoling away.
This is fate. Yang Zhao hurried to Liangyi Palace, but the chamberlain guarding outside the palace told him directly that His Majesty did not see anyone.
That's all...I tried my best, I can only say that the second child brought it upon himself.
In the twenty-fifth year since the founding of the Sui Dynasty, after two generations, the concubine system in the harem was actually only slightly improved after Yang Guang succeeded to the throne. The Dugujialuo period was in name only.
Yang Jian doesn't have many women, but Yang Guang has many, so he has to find a way to settle down.
It's not a fault to like women, especially when you become an emperor.
Although Yang Guang is romantic, he is actually not as good as his son Yang Jian.
Wang Zhuoling's appearance could be said to be that of one among ten thousand, and Yang Guang fell in love with him at a glance.
There was no one in his harem who was taller and had longer legs than Wang Zhuoling.
Wang Zhuoling folded her arms around her chest and stood fragile and helpless in the middle of the palace, lowering her head and crying. She had not raised her head since she came in, so she didn't know what the emperor looked like.
After a palace maid inspected it, she nodded to Yang Guang: "Your Majesty, it is perfect."
Yang Guang raised his lips slightly, waved his hand, and someone immediately put a new set of clothes on Wang Zhuoling.
At first, Yang Guang did not intend to keep this woman because he was very angry and his anger with his second son had not subsided. But when he saw Wang Zhuoling, his idea disappeared instantly.
After the four maids exited, Yang Guang said softly:
"Raise your head and let me see."
Wang Zhuoling raised her head tremblingly, looking at the majestic figure in front of the hall with sparkling tears.
Yang Guang is thirty-seven years old this year, a man with thirty-one flowers.
In history, if Yang Guang is a tyrant who can protect five against three, then he is also a handsome guy who can protect five against three.
The three sons, Yang Zhao, Yang Jian and Yang Ming, are all handsome boys, but none of them is more handsome than him.
Coupled with the aura of being alone and looking down on the world, it is even more impressive.
Wang Zhuoling, who was still an ignorant girl, was stunned for a moment.
Women are most likely to surrender to power, especially women in ancient times. Wang Zhuoling originally lamented her bad luck, but now, after seeing Yang Guang's face clearly, she lowered her head in shame, her cheeks flushed.
Yang Guangdan said: "Princess Qin is entrusted by your clan and hopes to take you back. I will send a few imperial guards to escort you back to Prince Qin's Mansion."
Yang Yinjiang didn't tell Yang Guang that, she told Yang Zhao.
Wang Zhuoling raised her head cutely and said cowardly: "Your Majesty, will you let me go?"
"Why not?" Yang Guang couldn't help but smile, turned back to Long Yu and sat down, then took a file and flipped through it.
Wang Zhuoling didn't dare to speak for a while.
The Crown Princess told her that she would become His Majesty's woman, and it was tacitly approved by the family. But now His Majesty lets her go. Could it be that he doesn't like her?
Not knowing how to reply, she stood blankly, at a loss.
"Are you studying?" Yang Guang asked casually without raising his head.
Wang Zhuoling quickly replied: "Your Majesty, I read it."
"Then come here and help me copy something," Yang Guang said calmly.
Wang Zhuoling hummed and walked over quickly. Yang Guang casually pushed a piece of paper to her.
"It's the New Year's Eve soon. Envoys from each vassal country will come to Beijing during the introduction. I have written a congratulatory message. You can copy it."
Wang Zhuoling nodded, looking at the file in his hand, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes:
"Is this your Majesty's word?"
Yang Guang snorted: "What? What's wrong?"
"No," Wang Zhuoling waved her hands quickly: "A civilian girl is definitely not flattering Your Majesty. Your Majesty's handwriting can be said to be vigorous and free, as if there is a dragon or snake leaping in it."
"Haha," Yang Guang couldn't help laughing: "I just think you are flattering me."
"People's daughters really don't flatter His Majesty," Wang Zhuoling unknowingly relaxed more and more, with a hint of coquettishness in her tone.
Perhaps it was His Majesty the Emperor who gave her the feeling of being approachable, so the fear in her heart gradually disappeared.
Next, she stood aside, studied the ink by herself, and began to copy the blessing text. The handwriting was elegant and neat, but when compared with Yang Guang's, the gap was huge.
Yang Guang asked curiously: "Who did you learn your calligraphy from?"
"People's girls don't have famous teachers to teach them," Wang Zhuoling said, "I was taught by my elder brother, and my elder brother learned calligraphy from Li Yin, a famous scholar from Shandong."
Yang Guang nodded: "Li Yin is Li Delin's disciple. He inherited the calligraphy skills from his master, but he didn't learn the essence. He is just a little skilled."
"Your Majesty actually knows Li Yin?" Wang Zhuoling said with surprise, as if he and the emperor had found a common topic.
Yang Guang said with a smile: "I have been studying calligraphy for twenty years, and only the Hedong Wei family has caught my eye. In other words, the Langya Wang family is also a calligraphy family with such unparalleled talents as Wang Youjun (Wang Xizhi), so why should I learn from others? "
Wang Zhuoling said with a smile: "My father often said that calligraphy has gathered the best of hundreds of schools of thought, and the most important thing is to avoid being self-proclaimed. The disciples of the clan must copy the original works of the ancestor Wang Youjun, but the girls of the people cannot learn it, and they have the form but no spirit. "
"Of course you can't learn it," Yang Guang said with a smile: "I copied Wang Youjun, and it was the same. It's a pity that the original copy of Lanting Preface is still missing. I wanted to observe it, but I can't find it anywhere. Do you know?"
Wang Zhuoling shook his head: "The women of the people don't know either. I only know that the clan has searched all over the place, but still to no avail."
"What a pity..." Yang Guang sighed.
Next, Wang Zhuoling continued to copy the blessing message. After a while, he finished copying. After the ink dried, he presented it to Yang Guang with both hands.
Yang Guang didn't take it, but just said: "Take it to the Ministry of Internal History and give it to Yu Shinan."
"Young women don't know where the Ministry of Internal History is? But I have heard of Yu Gong's name for a long time," Wang Zhuoling said, holding a wish in his hand.
Yang Guang pointed outside the hall: "Just go out and find someone to ask for directions."
Wang Zhuoling nodded, held Zhu Wen in both hands, and left the hall.
Then, Yang Guang called for the prince Yang Zhao.
"The second one is still in the East Palace?"
Yang Zhao hurriedly said: "Yes, he is waiting for father to deal with him."
"Let him go away," Yang Guang said calmly: "Tell him that I will accept the beauty he offered."
Yang Zhao was stunned and instantly understood what his father meant. It seemed that he didn't have to step in to protect the second child. His father definitely didn't want to pursue this matter too much, so the Wang family's daughter must be donated by the second child.
But the dissatisfaction with the second child in my father's heart cannot be eliminated in a short time.
Yang Zhaogang was about to leave, but stopped because of Yang Guang's words.
"Yongzhou Mu should not do it, he can't do it well."
have to! Removing a high-ranking border official, Yang Zhao helplessly shrugged his shoulders and returned to the East Palace to inform his second son.
Yang Guang must have a thorn in his heart, because now he has regarded Wang Zhuoling as his forbidden love, but this girl was abducted by his second son for one night, which made him very unhappy.
Although he knew that the second child wanted to take it for himself, Yang Guang still chose to endure it for the time being.
There is no way, how can this matter be spread out about my son snatching my woman?
Wang Zhuoling did not return from Neishi Province until three quarters past midnight. After all, the imperial city was too big. Even though it was just an errand, the distance was actually not close.
Yu Shinan is the resident, and has food and accommodation in the imperial city. Unlike others, he has already got off work at this time.
Wang Zhuoling, who was covered in fragrant sweat, was taken down to take a bath. Afterwards, he came to Yang Guang's palace.
"I will send someone to send you out later. There are your family members in Prince Qin's Mansion. They should be very worried about you. Go back and make sure you are safe."
Wang Zhuoling nodded, and after pondering for a moment, he said weakly:
"Can the civilian girl see His Majesty again?"
Yang Guang smiled: "You can come back whenever you want. I will find you a calligraphy teacher and learn from it."
"Yes!" Wang Zhuoling nodded heavily and said a blessing to Yang Guang: "The daughter of the people resigns."
.......
In Prince Qin's Mansion, Wang Zhuoling was sent back by Gao Ye, the boss of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Gao Ye was Yang Guang's first chamberlain, and Yang Yinjiang had to go out of the house to greet him in person.
Outside the gate, Gao Ye smiled and slightly clasped his hands towards Yang Yinjiang and said:
"The slave has sent her back according to the order. The princess must take good care of her. When she wants to return to the palace, please send someone to let the princess know, and the slave will come to pick her up again."
"Excuse me, Chamberlain Gao," Yang Yinjiang nodded, and hurriedly helped Wang Zhuoling into the chariot and invited her into the palace.
After a while, Chen Shuda and the others also received the news and rushed over anxiously.
Although the emperor didn't say it clearly, Yang Yinjiang and the others knew that Wang Zhuoling must have been attracted by His Majesty. Just looking at the way the other party was speaking but still shy at the moment, Wang Zhuoling himself was very happy to do so.
This is normal. Being favored by the emperor is undoubtedly a great honor for any woman.
After Yang Yinjiang asked everyone to sit down, she held Wang Zhuoling's arm and said with a smile:
"During this period, you will live in the palace. If you go out to play in the future, you will be followed by the guards of the palace. No one will dare to touch you again."
Wang Zhuoling quickly stood up and saluted Yang Yinjiang:
"Thanks to the princess for my safety this time, please accept Zhuo Ling's worship."
Yang Yinjiang smiled and helped her up: "I won't dare to greet you again in the future, I can't stand it anymore."
Wang Zhuoling's pretty face turned red instantly.
The children of the Wang family were overjoyed after listening to Wang Zhuoling's description of the process. Someone immediately suggested that after returning to Shandong, they should discuss with the elders of the family and let Wang Zhuoling bring an authentic work of Wang Xizhi from the Wang family. Go to the palace and present it to Your Majesty.
At this point, everyone seems to be happy.
But at this moment, there was still a person kneeling under the steps of Yong'an Palace.
Yang Jian had been kneeling for two hours, and his mother disowned him as her son.
