The night in the prairie was silent, and the moonlight came in through the gaps in the wind-blown door curtain, bringing a gloomy light into the dark yurt.
Zhao Meng shivered, then shrank his head and looked around. After confirming that there was no one else, he bravely approached Zhao Yinfeng who was lying on the wooden platform in the middle.
"General!" After a drop of tears fell, they immediately poured out like a flood that opened the gate. Zhao Meng cried uncontrollably and threw himself on Zhao Yinfeng's body, took out a short knife from his arms, and cried Said: "You are going too far! You just left us and left, and you still need me to do this! You are too unkind!"
"What are you doing?" A soft question made Zhao Meng jump up abruptly, stepped back a few steps and wiped his eyes, and when the door curtain was blown up again, he saw Ling Qingyu sitting beside Zhao Yinfeng.
Lit a candle, looked at Zhao Meng whose face was pale and trembling while holding the knife, Ling Qingyu asked softly: "What does he want you to do?"
Throwing the knife away in a hurry, Zhao Meng knelt down unknowingly, wiped his tears and nose, and said cruelly: "The general told me before going out to fight that if he unfortunately dies in battle, I want me to take out his heart. He said, he said that you are a cruel woman, and you must have buried him alone, maybe next to Yang Zhao and He Li, so he asked me to take out his heart and say when will I wait for you The mausoleum has been repaired, and you want me to put it in secretly." Wiping away his tears and snot again, Zhao Meng burst into tears and said: "The general is too unkind, I want to do this kind of thing!"
Seeing Zhao Meng crying so sadly, and still peeking at himself, Ling Qingyu unconsciously turned his head to look at Zhao Yinfeng's face with a smile on his mouth that was still as flat as before, and gently stroked his lips. corner, Ling Qingyu said flatly: "Don't dig it out, I will put him in my mausoleum."
When Zhao Meng ran away like rolling and crawling, Ling Qingyu got up and pressed a kiss on his lips lightly.
Zhao Yinfeng, you have won, your name, your person, have been engraved in my heart, even if I want to forget it, I will never forget it...
I thought that in the lonely days to come, at least your nonsense would make me smile and be with me for the rest of my life...
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On the twenty-ninth day of the fifth lunar month in the first year of the Hua Yuan Dynasty, Ling Qingyu, the founding female emperor of the Hua Dynasty, ascended the throne.
Wearing a golden-red dress, she stepped onto the high altar step by step alone. The wind blew by her side, lifting a corner of the heavy skirt, making her steps even heavier.
A chuckle seemed to resound around him, and when the breeze passed by, there seemed to be many more figures around him.
Qingyu, Qingyu, master, master, master, baby, all kinds of titles gathered together, and then laughed in a low voice: Don't be afraid, we are always here, go up, don't look back, keep going, One day we will meet...
Her footsteps became lighter, the golden-red skirt fluttered, and the wind wrapped around her seemed to be whispering, supporting her, accompanying her, and escorting her to the highest place.
Ye Shishi's eyes were hot, and a tear fell down.
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In June of the first year of Huayuan, after the empress ascended the throne, she gave amnesty to the world and rewarded meritorious officials arbitrarily. The government was divided into six departments and ten halls. In addition to the divided part, Qi Tingyan was stationed in Youzhou, Gao Wenhe was granted the title of Duke of Ji, and Zhao Wei and Zhao Meng were stationed in northern Xinjiang.
After being reorganized, Ye Shiyi's Luocha army began to clean up the original land of the Liao Kingdom at the end of July.
In October, heavy snow began to fall in the wilderness, the Luocha Army returned to defend Linhuang Mansion, and Ye Shiyi returned to Bianjing.
After half of the old palace was rearranged, a new political hall and government departments were built. Ling Qingyu, who had suffered a lot, changed the meeting hall back to the early dynasty, but the time was changed to three o'clock, and the officials were asked to have breakfast before going to work. After the morning, I went directly to my office to deal with government affairs.
The office of the business hall is located in a courtyard on the east side, very close to the meeting hall, with sparse flowers and willows, and the scenery is very elegant.
A brazier was burning in the room, with a faint medicinal fragrance, and coughing could not be suppressed, making the sound of flipping the pages of the book shattered and inaudible.
Taking a deep breath, Ling Qingyu opened the door curtain, and walked into the room with a gentle smile.
Su Hexiang, who was covering her mouth and coughing violently, heard the footsteps and was about to speak. When she looked back and saw her, she was stunned. Then, she wiped the blood stains from the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and stood up to salute.
Supporting him with one hand, he turned around and sat on the Arhat bed, letting Su Hexiang sit opposite, Ling Qingyu said: "Su Hexiang, give me a good rest during this time, don't tell me that you have too much to do!"
Su Hexiang smiled lightly, and said softly, "Xiang is fine, it's just a typhoid fever, just a minor ailment."
"Is it a small problem and you think I can't see it? I'll call Alan over tomorrow." Ling Qingyu snorted.
Su Hexiang smiled even wider, raised her eyes to look outside, and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Are you arguing with Mr. Zhu again?"
"Will Mr. Zhu argue with me..." With a light sigh, Ling Qingyu said in a low voice: "I was being rude."
The empress ascended to the throne and made great achievements, and there were many more princes and dukes in Bianjing City. However, Ling Qingyu had a disagreement with Zhu Weili, Han Bian and others on the pursuit of He Li, Zhao Yinfeng and the others.
According to Zhu Weili's intention, both of them became kings to show their respect, but Ling Qingyu did not nod. Neither He Li nor Zhao Yinfeng had any heirs. The name of her husband.
However, if he pursues the title of king, I'm afraid there will be an uproar in the world immediately. Besides, the husband Ling Qingyu wants to admit is not only the two of them, except for the world-famous Yang Zhao, at least there are Yan San and Cheng Jia, one of whom is her favorite. One of them was a marriage proposal that she personally accepted before she died, and, among those other people, that was not what she had in mind.
If she had many male favorites in the harem after she ascended the throne, no one would dare to speak up, but before she ascended the throne, it would only become her stigma.
"Actually, master," still using the old address, Su Hexiang poured a cup of tea for her, and said with a smile: "No matter who they are, they don't care about these things, whether it's fame or status, as long as you have them in your heart, they will love you." I will always live by your side and never leave you.”
Ling Qingyu smiled bitterly, and said: "I know, if they really cared about those reputations, they wouldn't do that. Today's not about this, Mr. Zhu wants me to get married and give birth to an heir as soon as possible."
A mouthful of tea was stuck in her throat, causing Su Hexiang to cough violently.
Reaching out to pat him on the back, Ling Qingyu sighed with a bitter face. The matter of her infertility is a secret, a secret that even Zhu Weili and Han Bian can't tell. I knew that I would have to face this kind of embarrassment after ascending the throne. Really. It's better to run away!
Panting and calming down, Su Hexiang smiled unconsciously: "Then who is Mr. Zhu's candidate?"
"Ah?" After being stunned for a moment, Ling Qingyu said even more depressed: "He asked me to pick one at random." Zhu Weili's original words were that no matter who it is, it is good to give birth to an heir as soon as possible. It makes people uneasy, Zhao Yinfeng is dead, Zhao Jiajun is stable, but if you have no descendants, then anyone will have an idea.
"Master!" The door curtain was lifted, and Ye Shiyi in silver armor stood at the door, smiling happily and saying, "You are here."
"Eleven? Why are you back?"
"It's snowing heavily in northern Xinjiang, so I can't move anyway, so I'll come back and have a look."
Uh! Why are these words so familiar
Seeing Ling Qingyu being dragged away by Ye Shiyi, Su Hexiang retreated from the door to the room, covered her mouth and coughed violently for a while, then picked up the tea bowl that Ling Qingyu took a sip of, little by little, on her lips. Wherever it got wet, drink the water.