Huo Qiu's eyebrows were introverted, and he raised his eyes suddenly, and said: "Jiaojiao, Gu will always spoil you."
It was the first time in his life that he said such obscene words in front of a woman, and His Royal Highness felt that he was full of affection and sincerity and was almost in front of her.
He is not a person who is serious and lustful, so he has fallen in love with such an uneasy thing for so many years. When a son is born in the future, he must be the prince of the East Palace. No one will be able to bully their mothers in the future.
But if it is said that the Jiaofang is the only favorite, His Highness the Crown Prince thinks it is absurd. The royal family pays attention to the continuation of children, and now those ministers and vassals are dissatisfied, but it is because she occupies the title of wife and concubine, no matter how dissatisfied others are.
But in the future, after leaving the East Palace, she will have to show what the mother of a country should have.
Tang Zhuozhuo stood up, the blue and purple scars from half an hour ago still remained under the white skin covered with blue hair, which seemed a little shocking.
The two people who were still rubbing each other not long ago, now face each other faintly in the room where the feeling of love has not completely dissipated.
She tilted her head and said nothing, her long and pointed nails scratched the tender flesh of her palm, and the man's eyes became deeper and deeper, like two sharp swords standing above her head, she stroked her sleeves, and looked at him as if nothing had happened. Looking at Huo Qiu with a smile: "Naturally, His Highness will always indulge the concubine."
The pressure suddenly weakened, and under the light, Tang Zhuozhao's expression was dim and unclear. From Huo Qiu's perspective, it was clear that the corners of his mouth were slightly curled up.
Always spoiling and pampering, that is, no matter how many newcomers enter the East Palace or even the Harem Palace in the future, no one can shake the status of the first wife and the first son
It's true, a man always promises what he says, and she has earned such a promise.
There was no words for a moment, the red candles flickered and the incense burst, Tang Zhuozhuo covered his lips and yawned, his eyes glowed with silver, and his voice was sleepy: "I'm sleepy."
Huo Qiu nodded slightly, seeing her on the bed, he sat down on the edge of the bed, tucked the quilt for her, and said: "I still have some things to do, I'll see you tomorrow."
He turned around and walked to the door, turned around again, said with a serious face: "If you don't eat on time, you will be alone, you should know the severity."
Emperor Qiong Yuan is really hanging his life with soup and pills now, the atmosphere in Kyoto is becoming more and more tense day by day, but the Qianqing Palace is still the same, heavily guarded, except for the prince Huo Qiu and the queen, the rest cannot enter , Tang Zhuozhuo took people there a few times, but it was just a show, and he was kindly invited back.
Not surprisingly, the sixth prince and Concubine Yan were blocked from the door, their faces contorted with anger, and the smile on their faces could not be maintained.
The officials in the court hall were the best at guessing the holy will, and they were all spirited, watching this battle, they naturally understood the current situation, and for a while they tacitly hid in the mansion to avoid disaster.
On the seventh day of August, Huo Qiu walked out from Yiqiu Palace, the anger on his face was so overwhelming that everyone couldn't figure it out.
During lunch, Tang Zhuozhuo also ordered some milk cakes to be served, and he dug a little bit of them into his mouth with a spoon. He could not see the slightest bit of anxiety and depression, which was no different from the usual, just like the morning meal. She doesn't care about it at all.
An Xia listened to the movement in the room in the morning, and saw the prince leaving in anger and the fragments of flower pots scattered all over the floor. He was worried all morning.
But the righteous master didn't move for a long time, he ate and drank as he wanted, as if nothing happened.
It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry.
"Your Majesty." An Xia couldn't bear it any longer, and stood behind Tang Zhuozhao's rocking chair and said, "What's the matter with you and Your Highness? Why are you arguing again?"
Anyone who saw such a scene would feel a little flustered, after all, so many previous quarrels were also the same as today's situation.
I'm afraid that I will go back to before liberation again.
The smile on Tang Zhuozhao's face remained the same, he didn't even lift his eyelids, he just waved his hands, and said indifferently: "It's nothing, Your Highness is just busy with political affairs recently, thinking about some things makes you upset, it has nothing to do with us .”
An Xia was so familiar with this set of rhetoric that her eyelids twitched when she heard this sentence. Look, just such a fluffy sentence is better than anything else.
You see, His Highness is angry because of the matter in the court, it has nothing to do with me, and I can't help it.
After everyone had gone out, Tang Zhuozhuo rubbed his forehead, sat in front of the dowry box and carefully looked at the scar on his face. After these days, the scar was almost healed. If he hadn't looked closely, There must be no trace of it.
She shook the lustrous and warm jade bracelet on her wrist. It looked like water was slowly bubbling inside. It was put on her by the moody man this morning.
Thinking of this, Tang Zhuozhuo endured it, and finally let out a cold snort, allowing the bracelet to fall to the ground and shatter into several pieces.
That man will show off his prestige, and if he doesn't like it, he will break the ancient treasures in her palace. His anger is so inexplicable that he is not allowed to ask a few words.
As for Huo Qiu, who just got angry in the main hall, he could barely calm down until dinner, but his expression was really not good. After waiting for a day, the woman not only didn't come, she didn't even say a word, stop talking, I'm afraid she won't even remember him.
That night, it was already three o'clock after Huo Qiu finished approving the papers. He put down his pen and rubbed the center of his brows, suppressing the anger in his heart and asking: "What is the princess doing?"
Li Desheng lowered his head so low that he thought to himself, what are these two masters up to? The Crown Princess has become more sensible and obedient in the past two days. Why is His Highness not only unhappy, but also so angry when he entered the Yiqiu Palace
"Return to Your Highness, at this hour, the empress has already rested."
Huo Qiu couldn't help shaking his hands, thinking that he would be a little bit quieter away from her, but now it seems that he has always been the one who can't let go, and it has been like this for the past three years.
For the past three to five days, that woman has been acting under his nose!
It showed that she was blindly obedient and decent, as if she was a different person, as if she was a perfect princess, she did everything she was supposed to do, and she couldn't find any faults.
Even when he caught Tang Zhuozhao from the bed this morning for questioning, the woman persuaded him with a sleepy voice to soak up the rain and dew, and to go to other places for a while.
It seemed that the person who grabbed his sleeve and told him not to go to Yuxi Palace that day only appeared in an illusory dream.
Huo Qiu was troubled in his heart, he was always resolute and decisive in attacking, but he was only troubled by that woman. Tang Zhuozhao's anomalies started that night, and now that she knows how to be educated and rational, he feels empty in his heart, until this morning when he said that the rain and dew stained his mouth, he almost strangled her heart.
Thousands of calculations have been made, but she is so free and easy. In this situation, the person who can't let go no matter what, has become His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
The cold war once again kicked off between the two masters of the East Palace.
It was cold until the eve of August 15th.
Tang Zhuozhuo was also used to a leisurely life. If Huo Qiu didn't come, she didn't have to face her. It wasn't her fault.
It's just that she was a little restless on this day, because according to the trajectory in her previous life, Emperor Qiong Yuan died at noon on this day.
In the Qianqing Palace, Emperor Qiong Yuan woke up after a day of coma. It was still early, and Empress Guan was still sleeping on the Arhat bed outside, separated from the dragon couch by a Vanda orchid screen.
When Huo Qiu came in to say hello, Emperor Qiong Yuan was sitting on the bed with a bright yellow soft pillow behind him, his complexion finally turned rosy after many days.
Looking at this scene, and thinking about what Jiang Jianxi said, his heart sank suddenly, and a little chill came from his back.
Looking back, there is not much time left for a generation of emperors.
Emperor Qiong Yuan looked at his most proud son-in-law, and waved to him with a smile, speaking in a soft voice, for fear of waking up those who were still sleeping outside.
He smiled kindly, at this moment he could not see the majesty of the emperor at all, Emperor Qiong Yuan took a breath, held Huo Qiu's hand and said: "From now on, I will leave it to you."
Huo Qiu didn't speak, the comforting words that came out of his mouth at this moment were superfluous, and Emperor Qiong Yuan knew it in his heart.
He couldn't understand what Emperor Qiong Yuan meant, but at this moment, it seemed that all he could do was nod in response.
Emperor Qiong Yuan coughed heavily again, a mass of thick black blood clots jumped out from the veil, Huo Qiu's face changed, and he wanted to call the imperial doctor in a deep voice, but Emperor Qiong Yuan waved his hand to stop him.
He took out a dark box from under the bright yellow mattress, and handed it to Huo Qiu. His withered palm was weathered by time. He looked at Huo Qiu and said: "...this is a secret guard order, and it can dispatch all the things I have in my hands." The dark guards have been passed down from generation to generation, and my son will guard this country for thousands of miles.”
"My son will do his best to live up to his father's expectations."
Emperor Qiong Yuan explained everything that should be explained, and the expression on his face was much more relaxed. At this time, he turned his head to look behind the screen, and said with a smile: "Call your aunt to accompany me."
The servants in the hall all retreated in an orderly manner. Mrs. Guan had already woken up and listened quietly behind the screen. At this time, she walked in and sat on the edge of the bed naturally.
The light in Emperor Qiong Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he shook her hand very carefully. Guan Shi looked at the overlapping palms of the two, and kept silent without pulling away.
Huo Qiu bowed and went to the side hall, only the old and seriously ill emperor and his long-lost successor were left in the huge inner hall of Qianqing Palace.
The hall is full of medicinal smell, but one doesn't find it unpleasant after getting used to the smell, on the contrary, it can be called meditation.
Emperor Qiong Yuan's eyes were firmly glued to Guan's pretty face, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said hoarsely after a long time: "After so many years, I see that your appearance has not changed at all."
Not only did his appearance remain the same, but his temperament also remained the same.
Guan frowned fiercely, and interrupted him, "Your Highness, it's time to drink the medicine, and my concubine asked someone to bring it up."
Emperor Qiong Yuan hurriedly grabbed her hand, and smiled wryly: "At this time, what difference does it make if you drink this medicine or not?"
Fate is like this, there is no cure for medicine and stone.
His hands trembled slightly due to physical reasons, and he looked like an old man who was dying at the moment.
Guan didn't know what to think of, and her voice changed a little, "If that's the case, what's the use of those imperial doctors?!"
Emperor Qiong Yuan was not annoyed, he just tried his best to sit up and sat up, sighing: "I have worked hard in this life, and my children are around my knees. There is only one thing I regret when I live to this point."
Guan shi didn't want to listen any more, and wanted to get up with an indifferent face, but was held tightly by Emperor Qiong Yuan. He didn't know where the strength came from, and his face was flushed a little.
Guan's eyes flickered for a moment, but the corner of his heart softened after all.
Emperor Qiong Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, touched the loose flesh and layers of folds on his face, and sighed: "I was already much older than you, and now I'm even older."
Guan's eyes fell on his old and disfigured face, and he mocked for a while: "Yes, old and ugly."
It was the second time in Emperor Qiong Yuan's life that he heard people say that about himself, and it was her both times.
Once when he was in high spirits, he naturally scoffed at these words, but this time he had to admit it.
"If we didn't have that glass of wine back then, would there be a difference between you and me?" He said this with some difficulty, a little out of order, but Guan immediately understood what he meant.
If there is no glass of wine, the person who should marry him should be himself.
Seeing that she was silent, Emperor Qiongyuan rubbed her fingertips and said to himself: "But it's not bad, you are still my wife after all."
"When your sister passed away... Cough, I didn't say anything like asking you to enter the palace. It was me..." Emperor Qiongyuan didn't have much strength left to speak, he stopped, and then said: "It's me, you and Qingyuan Hou's marriage is almost settled, but I'm not happy in my heart, how can I be willing?"
How can you be willing to ask you to marry another man, so that you can live a happy life with your husband and children
Guan looked at him coldly as he vomited a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the bed, moved his lips a few times, and said, "Of course I know."
"I can't understand what kind of temperament my sister is. Since she has suffered from the lack of love from her husband in this deep walled palace, she will definitely not ask me to enter the palace to continue the glory of the family."
Emperor Qiong Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth silently, and asked hoarsely: "Then why...why?"
Why do you still have to enter the palace? He had asked her about the situation at that time, as long as she refused straight away, no matter how thick-skinned he was, it was absolutely impossible for him to ask her to enter the palace.
Guan Shi pulled the cushion behind him and let him lie flat on the couch to save some energy, a glint of pain flashed in her eyes, she said: "My sister's child is still in the palace and no one is protecting her."
So no matter what, she has to firmly hold on to this successor position.
Emperor Qiongyuan curled his mouth, closed his eyes slowly, and said in a low voice: "In my life, the world is in my hands, but I never got the most cherished person until my death."
Neither the body nor the mind, neither was obtained.
Emperor Qiong Yuan closed his eyes and never woke up again.
When Huo Qiu brought people in again, Guan was sitting beside Emperor Qiong Yuan's bed with a dazed expression, his legs and feet were a little numb.
"Auntie." His cold brows were full of deep pain, and his voice was like a tight string that would break at the touch of a finger.
Only then did Guan get up as if waking up from a big dream, perhaps because she had been sitting for too long, her body staggered. Huo Qiu dodged to support her, and accidentally touched Guan's finger, which was frighteningly cold.
Guan Shi and him looked at each other, and then knelt down in front of the bed with a very serious expression.
The news of Emperor Qiong Yuan's death spread throughout the deep palace in no time, the eunuch who came to report the news was the person in front of Huo Qiu, he was wearing plain clothes and looked sad.
Tang Zhuozhuo felt his heart tremble even though he had expected it long ago. Before the eunuch left, he still couldn't help asking: "Where is Your Highness now?"
As soon as she asked these words, she felt like she was stupid. Emperor Qiong Yuan passed away. He might have been so busy, but now he must be guarding the Qianqing Palace.
The death knell in the palace rang slowly, every sound seemed to hit people's hearts.
Tang Zhuozhao was changed into a plain white suit by the waiters, and all the accessories on her body were taken off, but even with such a plain face, her face was still so exquisite that people have nothing to say, and she was naturally attractive Skin.
She took two pieces of cakes to pad her stomach, and led the people all the way to the Qianqing Palace. After the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet that day, she never saw Emperor Qiong Yuan again, even when he was sick in bed, no one else was allowed to enter.
Tonight, their children and grandchildren will all observe their filial piety in Qianqing Palace!