Under the watchful eyes of the public, King Jing was escorted in by several Jinwu guards, and the headed Jinwu guard grinned at the prince.
"Your Majesty." Empress Su whispered in the ear of Emperor Longfeng: "What's the matter? After the sacrificial ceremony is over, the Dali Temple and the Zongren's Palace will examine them, and they will be imprisoned today. What do you think?"
If King Jing is no longer a weapon, it is also the blood of the royal family. It is the royal family who will be embarrassed to make such a scene in front of civil and military officials.
Emperor Longfeng was so furious that he didn't even dare to think about what the consequences would be if Jiuzhu hadn't stood by the Empress today.
He looked coldly at the three people kneeling in front of him, closed his eyes after a long time, and sighed wearily.
"Father." Yun Duqing stretched out his hand to support his arm: "This is the first time my son-in-law has brought your daughter-in-law to the Mang Seed sacrifice ceremony. You can't give up halfway."
"Put these people down first." Emperor Longfeng opened his eyes again, and his eyes were clear: "The sacrificial ceremony will continue as normal."
"Jiuzhu." Queen Su handed the peach wood gourd in her palm to Jiuzhu's hand: "Help the mother to tie this."
"This is... the peach wood gourd that my daughter-in-law carved for my mother?"
The peach wood gourd carried the warmth of Queen Su's palm, Jiuzhu bent her knees and tied it for Queen Su seriously, smiled and raised her head to ask her, "Queen mother likes this gourd?"
Queen Su bent down to hold her wrist and helped her up: "This is a good thing you made with your own hands to block the evil for me. I like it very much."
"As long as the mother likes it."
Yun Duqing stood beside him, silently reaching out his hand, using the wide sleeve to cover it, and holding Jiuzhu's other hand.
Noticing her son's movements, Queen Su laughed out loud, she let go of Jiuzhu's hand, turned around and walked to Emperor Longfeng.
The two looked back at the prince and princess who were following behind. Emperor Longfeng stretched out his hand, and Empress Su put his hand in his palm.
The two emperors and queens stepped on the altar again.
On the altar, the crown princess fluttered with blue silk, but no one said her posture was indecent.
The ritual official wrote down a few words on the page.
The Ming family had a good daughter, her appearance was like a pearl, the emperor and empress liked her, and she was close to the prince. In the sixteenth year of Longfeng, Mang Seed, after pulling the hairpin and saving the emperor, he protected him with his body, and he was loyal and filial.
Although there was an absurd royal assassination case, after the sacrificial ceremony, everyone present seemed to have nothing happened, trying to create a lively atmosphere.
Under the warm sun, Yun Duqing put on a bunt suit, rolled up his trouser legs, held the seedlings in his hand, and planted the seedlings in a decent manner.
"His Royal Highness." Jiu Zhu changed into a water-colored corset with narrow sleeves, her head full of blue silk braided into simple braids, as if the sharp-horned young leaves grew out of the lotus pond.
She stood on the edge of the field and waved at him, as if she loved her sunshine, and gave her an extra layer of golden light.
Yun Duqing straightened up and looked at her blankly.
Smelling the fragrance of the soil, basking in the warm sunshine, looking at her with a fresh smile, an indescribable sense of satisfaction welled up in my heart without warning.
She always said that he was the best highness, a fairy man who fell from the sky.
In fact, she didn't know that she was the little fairy who fell into his heart.
At the first sight of that day, the tangled hairpins in her hair were shining brightly.
She was shining in his eyes.
Later, in her eyes, he always became so shining.
"Come." He walked to the edge of the field and opened his arms to her.
Without hesitation, she threw herself into his arms and stepped into this silt that could breed countless grains.
"It is said that the newlyweds will be blessed by the heavens if they light up the mud in the fertile fields for each other on the day of the Mangjing Festival." God bless our family Ming Xiaozhu to be always illuminated by the sun, safe and happy, not to be annoyed by sorrow and crying."
As soon as he finished speaking, his forehead was tapped.
"I also wish that His Royal Highness, my family, will be free from disease and disaster, and live a long and healthy life. People will not be separated, the moon will always be round, auspicious and auspicious, and everything will go well."
The two dirty hands stained with field mud held together: "I wish the world will be peaceful and singing and dancing will be peaceful."
Under the shade of the tree, Emperor Longfeng looked at the scene in the field, and said to Ming Jingzhou who was standing behind him: "On that day, I made Jiuzhu Duqing's princess with selfishness. After Jiuzhu and Duqing were together, they helped him a lot. ."
"Your Majesty, the little girl grew up in the countryside and has a naive personality. Fortunately, Your Majesty and the Empress are considerate." Ming Jingzhou cupped his hands and bowed: "Wei Chen neglected to teach her, so His Majesty laughed. Wei Chen is weak and cannot afford to help the Duke of the country. Your Majesty, please take back your grace."
"Why did Aiqing say this?" Emperor Longfeng turned to look at him: "The Ming family is full of loyal and good people, I understand it."
Ming Jingzhou fell silent.
"These years, I am ashamed of your Ming family." Emperor Longfeng patted Ming Jingzhou's arm: "I owe you all."
"Your Majesty is a virtuous prince who is rare in a thousand years. It is a blessing for ministers to meet His Majesty." Ming Jingzhou bowed his head to the end: "There are horses in a thousand miles, but Bole is not very often. The scholar died for the confidant, and His Majesty gave it. The Ming family has the greatest trust, and the Ming family is willing to serve His Majesty’s heart and protect the world’s peace.”
None of the two rulers and ministers mentioned Master Jiuzhu.
The emperor has never been suspicious of the Ming family, and the Ming family also knows how to cherish the emperor's trust.
Because the identity and origin of Master Jiuzhu is not important.
"Look at these juniors." Emperor Longfeng pointed to the field. I don't know when, Wang Huai and Wang An and his wife also entered the field, and threw mud at each other and wiped it away. There was no royal manners at all.
Ming Jingzhou looked sideways at the smile on the emperor's face, and laughed along with it.
When he saw that the prince was protecting his daughter in his arms, and his back was covered in mud, the smile in his eyes was even greater.
After the Mangosteen Festival, those noble families in the capital that were lingering on their last breaths finally collapsed. All the evil things they have done have been turned up.
The more rotten and ancient the family, the more evil it has committed, the more evil it has committed.
Du Qingke, who was locked up in prison, laughed happily when he heard the final fate of these noble families.
Those who wandered around the aristocratic family all day are no longer human, but rotten monsters in the skins of the children of the aristocratic family.
He looked at Yun Duqing outside the prison, and his laughter stopped: "His Royal Highness is here to thank me and help you get rid of a brother with ulterior motives?"
"Tsk." Yun Duqing sat down on the chair and asked, "Do you think you need it?"
"I was wrong, the prince really doesn't need it." Across the prison door, Du Qingke looked at Yun Duqing: "Perhaps some people are born with God's love, and they can save themselves from danger every time. His Royal Highness is such a lucky person. "
Yun Duqing played with the peach wood carving at his waist, noncommittal.
This peach wood carving was something he had the cheek to ask from Ming Xiaozhu. What the mother and queen have, how can he, the husband, not have it
"Your Highness, would you like to hear about my plan to overthrow the aristocratic family over the years?" Thinking of those aristocratic families, all of them fell down, a happy smile appeared on Du Qingke's face.
"I don't really want to hear it."
The smile on Du Qingke's face froze.
Yun Duqing was not born to be a kind-hearted person who makes others happy. He stood up lazily: "I will listen to your story when I think of you next time."
"Don't worry, anyway, you will be imprisoned in the Dali Temple Heavenly Prison for the rest of your life, and you can always wait until the day when you are in a good mood." After speaking, Yun Duqing turned around and left.
He was not interested in listening to someone who intended to send someone to assassinate his mother, tell the old stories of Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds.
Can't suffocate him!
In the innermost part of Dali Temple, there are several secret and safe cells, where people with extraordinary identities are often detained.
King Jing is locked here.
When Yun Duqing saw King Jing, he was still wearing the prince's robe from the Mangjing Festival. The hem of his clothes was a little dirty, but his hair was neatly combed.
Taking off the mediocre and silent disguise, he looked very gloomy, and looked at Yun Duqing with undisguised hatred in his eyes.
Yun Duqing and this older brother had very little private contact, and the relationship between the two had never been salty or indifferent, and it was impossible to say how close they were.
Looking back now, in Zhang Liugong that day, the five brothers sat around eating hot pot, and it was the last friendly time for the five brothers to get along.
"Third brother, do you ever regret it?"
"Winning the king and defeating the bandit, I have been planning for so long, and in the end I was defeated by the woman and Jin Wuwei. I can only blame God for making me unlucky." King Jing laughed at himself: "You are not dead at the Royal Racecourse, I will send someone to use it for you. I didn't expect you to even use the spices. I planned to kill Yun Yanze, but he not only didn't die, but let the royal father lock us all in Zhang Liugong."
Is this life
How is God unfair
"You did all these things?"
"The matter of the Royal Racecourse is not due to me alone. Mrs. Xu, Mrs. Lu, and Mr. Yun Yanze don't want you to leave the racecourse alive. Look, how many people want you to die?" Wang was extremely unwilling: "So you who like to ride horses and train horses, you clearly said that you would train horses that day, but why didn't you even touch those horses in the end?!"
Looking at the anger in the eyes of the third brother, Yun Duqing was silent.
Because that day, he became a groom, led a pony, and took his piggy for a walk on the horse farm.
"Why?" King Jing asked angrily: "Why are you not only favored by your father, but also favored by God?"
"Maybe my life is better."
As soon as these words came out, King Jing's eyes became even more angry.
Yun Duqing touched the peach wood carving at his waist: "And I have a fairy to help you, but you don't."
It's really boring, maybe he shouldn't be here today, he should be painting with Ming Xiaozhu in the Qilin Palace.
"That day, where did Jin Wuwei who took me back?" Seeing that Yun Duqing was about to leave, King Jing asked the last question.
"Gu sees that he is smart and agile, so he appointed him as the commander of the Qilin Palace's Golden Armored Guard." Seeing that King Jing was about to get angry again, Yun Duqing raised his hand: "You don't need to say more, you won't listen if you say Gu, Your opinion is not important to Gu."
Watching the back of Yun Duqing walking away, King Jing was so angry that he fell to the ground.
Yun Duqing paused for a moment, did not look back, and then strode out of the Dali Temple Heavenly Prison.
When the sun shines on him again, he gets on his horse and rushes to the palace.
He misses his little pig.
Outside the city gate, the two masters rode on donkeys and walked slowly.
"The feng shui of the capital is really bad, I won't come next time."
"Senior sister, are you really not coming?"
"If you take over the ritual, you can drop by to have a look."
"I'm a little reluctant to give up Jiuzhu."
"People outside of you and us, can't be so attached to the separation of the world."
"Senior sister, after coming out of Ming's house, you turned back nineteen times in total..."
"To shut up."
"Oh."
Kirin Palace.
Jiuzhu took the letters from the two masters from the Spring Equinox.
In the letter, the two masters praised the prosperity of the capital and also praised her highness.
[The world is peaceful and the people are prosperous, which is the sign of prosperity. But the two of us have long been accustomed to a life like the idle cloud and wild cranes, and the capital is not suitable for us after all. 】
[This time is not parting, remember to add clothes in winter and food for hunger. 】
[Yunjia Wulang, with clear eyebrows and good temperament, he is worthy of you. 】
Although she knew that the two masters would leave the capital sooner or later, Jiuzhu was still a little disappointed. He carefully folded the letter and put it away, lying on the window lattice, waiting for His Highness to return.
She is a little sad now and wants to see His Highness.
"piggy."
She seemed to know that she was thinking of him, and the next moment, Yun Duqing appeared in the courtyard.
"His Royal Highness." Jiuzhu lifted the hem of her skirt, and in the exclamations of the palace maid and the eunuch, she climbed out of the window and ran into his arms.
Catching Jiuzhu firmly and hugging her into his arms, Yun Duqing kissed the top of her hair and laughed lingeringly: "Miss me?"
"Yeah." Jiuzhu hugged him: "I miss His Highness."
Missing cannot be measured by the length of time.
When you put people in your heart, you will always miss them.
"We really have the same heart." Yun Duqing whispered in her ear: "I miss you too."
Jiuzhu put her head on his chest and smiled softly.
"On the way back to the palace, I passed by the Shangshi Bureau and got the mint candy that I liked when I was young." Yun Duqing took out two mint candies from his purse: "Would you like to taste it?"
"want."
Two pieces of candy, one for each of them.
Legend has it that mint has a wonderful meaning.
I hope to meet you again and never part.
"It's still the same taste as it used to be."
"Sweet?"
"Sweet." Jiuzhu looked up at Yun Duqing, smiled and rolled her eyes: "It's very sweet, very sweet."
The mint from ten years ago was sweet.
Ten years later, this mint is even sweeter.