His anger alarmed King An, who was reviewing the memorials in the side hall. Yes, the emperor's memorials were all reviewed by others, but he was very cunning. He was not called one person, but three people took turns to review the memorials. He was happy to relax. And this King An, one of his younger brothers, looked at a very gentle person.
"Why is Your Majesty angry?"
Jin Sheng glanced at him and gritted his teeth, "Isn't that slut from Leng Gong?!"
An Wang smiled, "If you want me to say, since the emperor has always been obsessed with her, he should let her out..."
"How about that!" Jin Sheng raised his voice suddenly and looked at him gloomily, "That bitch! Are you letting her out to defile the palace?"
Wang An looked at him with such a resolute attitude and smiled lightly, "Your Majesty doesn't need to be so angry, don't you think she is beautiful because you value her? Her son of a scumbag is not bad..."
His words made the emperor who was not jealous of meat and vegetables hesitated. Although he was lustful and lustful, and there were several male concubines in the harem, he was still somewhat rational!
Although Jin Yun was still talking about his son, he was still a little hesitant to do such a thing.
But Prince An said, "Now the second highness has a high voice among the people, and the people are blinded by him because they don't know why. Does His Highness have to be soft-hearted? If he is allowed to grow, the first prince will succeed him in the future, but he will not be able to suppress him..."
"He dares?!" Jin Sheng was a little annoyed! "The son of a singer, still want to turn the world upside down?!"
An Wang's eyes flickered with a faint light, "Who said it better, people's hearts are always greedy."
When Jin Yun came out, it was already evening, Gong Yimo was lying on the fence of the cold palace alone, with his hands on his head and looking at the sunset in the sky, with a dry grass in his mouth, a kind of indescribable loneliness.
The difference between Yuheng and Dayu is not big. The sky is the same, and people look alike. Why does she have that faint feeling of homesickness
Must be an illusion.
Jin Yun walked over, stood under the fence, and sighed.
"Princess, my mother-in-law is like this. If there is anything you can't see, please be more tolerant."
Gong Yimo spit out the grass in his mouth, turned his head and said indifferently, "You, the one who was dragged down, didn't say anything. How can I, an outsider, have any opinion?"
He smiled faintly, and every move was amazingly beautiful.
"What do you mean by procrastination? She is my mother-in-law and the most important person in my life."
Hearing his emotion, Yimo couldn't understand this kind of filial piety, so he just asked, "Why do I think they don't like you so much? Are you not the emperor's own son?"
Speaking of this, Jin Yun's mouth was a little bitter, he said.
"When I was born, my father was very happy, because my mother and concubine were favored, and my status rose. But later, someone framed my mother and wife for fornication. became suspicious.
Later, rumors spread in the harem, and the concubines asked me to admit my relatives by dripping blood. It was strange to say that I was obviously the biological son of the emperor, but the blood just couldn't get together! "
With a wry smile, he summed up the turbulent and dark years in a few words.
"But at that time, the imperial grandfather stood up. He believed that I was the heir of the royal family. He also said that he had heard when he was young that there was a phenomenon of incompatibility between blood and flesh, so he did his best to protect me.
But since then, the father and the queen have been deeply suspicious of the mother and concubine. And I was raised under the name of the first queen. "
Gong Yimo nodded, "I didn't expect your life experience to be so tortuous." Not only was there a singer mother who couldn't understand, but also a father who was even more confused.
"What your grandfather said is right, this situation does exist, and looking at your mother and concubine, she is not someone who would steal people." Even if he has the heart, he certainly does not have the courage!
In her words, Jin Yun's face was embarrassed. He stepped forward, and with all his strength, he even climbed the fence and sat beside her.
In the end, if you practice dancing all year round, your skills are still okay.
He showed a smile and said, "You don't have to sympathize with me, I'm lucky, the first queen had no children, so she took good care of me, and together, my mother-in-law can live better, but unfortunately, she died early, Some people are cheap for nothing."
Some of the people he mentioned are probably the current queen.
Gong Yimo looked at his overly dazzling face and said, "Your dancing was also taught by your concubine?"
He nodded shyly, "After my death, my situation suddenly became difficult, and the other brothers excluded me and scolded me, so I had to hide in the cold palace.
And the concubine... She has a naive temperament, and her knowledge is limited. When I was a child, I was always frail and sick. The concubine said that she had practiced dancing since she was a child, and she had never had a cold, so she always took me with her when she practiced dancing in the yard. , slowly... I actually practiced it. "
Speaking of this, he smiled lightly, a little self-deprecating and at the same time feeling very satisfied. Maybe the days when he was hiding in the cold palace to practice dancing in his childhood was also one of the few happy times in his life.
"Then, why do you want to become a singer Jingyun?"
This is what Gong Yimo doesn't understand the most. In Jin Yun, she can't see a little bit of the prince's noble pride. He is like a beautiful weed. Not only can he put down his body to make money, but he can also abandon his manhood. To be the most unprofessional singer, this was inconceivable in ancient times.
Jin Yun was even more embarrassed when he heard this. There was a faint blush on his face, which was so touching that the clouds in the sky were overshadowed.
He sighed lightly, as if he didn't care, but also seemed to care.
"Because... I'm really short of money, the royal father doesn't care about me, let me fend for itself, the brothers push me out, the palace servants look down on me, only money can make me survive and live better.
As a singer, I can not only earn money, but also make my mother and concubine live a little more comfortable in the cold palace, and I can spare no effort to help the poor people in general, and I can also listen to news and know the world trends. . "
"Even if you abandon your man, you don't care?"
Gong Yimo's words stinged him and made his expression stiff for a moment. After a long time, he slowly exhaled.
"I don't care."
He turned his head to look at Gong Yimo, his beautiful eyes seemed to be full of stars.
"In this world, apart from death, it's all trivial matters."
Then he looked up at the sky again, with a trace of unyielding will and yearning in his expression.
"And to live, isn't there only one goal? Then try to do everything to live well... and live forever."
Looking at his slightly raised profile, he is such a person, obviously suffering, but still maintaining hope and positiveness, obviously tired, but still able to take care of his mother and some poor people.
Gong Yimo suddenly felt that this was born from the heart... He is the most beautiful person in the world, and he deserves it.