Wang Deyong had already retreated, leaving only Wen Ying and Wei Lingheng in the main tent.
Wen Ying's hand was still held tightly by him, and he teased her one time or another. After that period of worrying, she restrained her temper and fell silent again. She just took time and changed it for him once. wipes.
"Didn't you say Concubine Shu was accompanying you?" She pinched the corner of the scarf and gently covered his forehead, "Since His Majesty is fine, I should go back, and ask Wang Deyong to find her, okay?"
Her words were gentle and soft, but Wei Lingheng didn't like to listen to them.
He broke the conversation and stroked her fingers, the marks of needles were faintly visible, "I heard that when you heard that I was injured, you pricked your fingers..."
She paused, "At that time, I was very scared..." She withdrew her hand, but just when he thought he was going to take it back, she stroked his temple hair, "You are more than ten years old, I am very worried, Changfeng is not Now that you are young, how can you toss yourself like before... "
Her recalling tone made him startled slightly, as if they had been hand in hand for decades, and she was at one end of time, looking at him at the other end with a smile.
For some reason, Wei Lingheng felt an inexplicable soreness in his heart. Changfeng only lived in Pepe's teenage years. After she got married, her dream was shattered, so there was no longer a knight named Changfeng in her dream.
And he can neither enter her dream again nor change the past time to prevent her from marrying Song Zheng.
"Is he treating you well?" he asked her for the first time.
He looked at her with slightly warm eyes, he was no longer an ordinary person pretended to be by the aloof emperor, but an old friend who simply cared about her. He cares about her past days and looks forward to her future.
This is her style.
She looked at him with dazed eyes, and nodded with a smile.
Wei Lingheng remembered that she cried so sadly in the side hall that time, if she had a good life, why would she cry
"Although I am ten years older, I am still your elder brother... You used to be wronged, and you would tell me..." He paused, and then asked, "Is he really treating us well?"
The tone was so gentle and intimate that she couldn't control it all of a sudden, and turned her face away with tears in her eyes. Then he turned back slowly, looking down at his hand carefully hooking her little finger.
So, she shook her head.
He laughed, "Okay, he is not good to Pepe, I will beat him."
She shook the fingers of the two of them, but said nothing.
The place where the camp is set up is full of lights, looking like lanterns from a distance. Song Zheng walked to his tent. There was no light inside, and the outside looked dusty, as if no one was there.
Sun Taifu's words have been lingering in his mind, Changfeng is His Majesty's character, and the letter she wrote a month ago has the word "Changfeng" which is completely different from her graceful handwriting.
Compared with women, this handwriting style is indeed more suitable for free and easy men.
But this idea flashed by him, and he waved it away again, which made him feel very absurd. Wen Ying lives in the back house, except for socializing, she always stays out of the door, and her majesty has lived in the deep palace for a long time. The two of them really have nothing to do with each other.
Song Zheng shook his head lightly and walked into the tent.
"Pepe?"
He called softly, and there was no response for a long time, until he was puzzled, and then he heard her "huh?", as if someone suffering from sleep, humming softly from the nasal cavity.
He walked to the bed, his eyes adapted to the darkness, and saw the moonlight shining on her peaceful face, she showed a puzzled expression.
His brows and eyes softened, and he whispered: "It's okay, go to sleep."
Something happened to the emperor, and this hunting trip was very hasty. After Wei Lingheng recovered, he returned to the palace soon.
Since they are in the villa, Wen Ying and Wei Lingheng have greatly reduced the chances of meeting each other, except that they can catch a glimpse from a distance when holding a dinner party.
Wen Ying could hold back her temper, if the moving distance on the light source map could represent the emperor's favor for her, at this moment he had already stepped into her camp with one foot. After all, the two have different identities, and in the future, if they want to continue to meet, he needs to take the initiative to plan.
Regardless of the progress here, she found that Song Xi and the third prince got along more and more frequently recently. She is happy to see the success of this. She wanted to increase the favorability of the third prince before, but she did it easily. It is better to have one more person who is friendly to you than one more enemy.
Unexpectedly, on this day, someone suddenly came to the palace, passing on the order of Concubine Shu to let her enter the palace.
Compared with the grandeur of the imperial palace in the capital, the Xinggong is unique. She lingered around the scenery, her footsteps were a little slower, and when she entered, Concubine Shu gave a meaningful smile and said: "Mrs. Song taught me to wait."
"Don't dare." She was keenly aware of Concubine Shu's unfriendliness, and with her usual expression, she smiled and said, "I don't know why your mother called me here this time?"
"It's not a big deal, it's not a small thing... It's about the daughter of the Song family and my troublesome son."
Wen Ying reacted almost instantly, but still asked: "What does your mother mean by this?"
"What do I mean, Mrs. Song doesn't understand?" Concubine Shu looked arrogant, sitting high above the main seat, slowly smoothing the lines on her sleeves, just about to slap her face, when she suddenly heard the news that His Majesty had arrived.
Sure enough, he saw a tall figure walking in.
With joy on Concubine Shu's face, she welcomed the emperor in, and said a few words to him with both joy and anger, and almost forgot about Wen Ying.
When Wei Lingheng looked over, she saw that Ying was still there, so she curled her lips and introduced: "This is the wife of Lord Song, Shangshu of the Ministry of War."
He glanced at Wen Ying, closed his eyes, "So it's Mrs. Song..."
Wen Ying saluted him, and he took a step forward, then coughed lightly as if realizing something, "There's no need to be too polite. What are you talking about?"
"It's nothing. Xuan'er chooses a concubine. Last time I saw that girl from the Wen family was not bad, and Mrs. Wen's was not here, so I wanted to ask Mrs. Song."
"Oh? Who did Xuan'er take a fancy to?"
When mentioning his son's marriage, Wei Lingheng was equally concerned, and the two chatted about this topic, forgetting about Wen Ying.
An older court lady gave Wen Ying a wink and told her to come out quickly. It is rare for His Majesty to come, so how can someone disturb her
At this moment, the servants reported that it was Song Zheng who came to pick up his wife. Concubine Shu was about to agree, when Wei Lingheng said again: "Song Aiqing is here? Just in time, I have something to discuss with him."
Song Zheng was ushered in by the palace servants, and when he saw that the emperor was here, the absurd thought from earlier came to his mind again.
Behind him was the third prince, Wei Xuan, who smiled lazily and raised his eyebrows when he saw the situation in front of him.
He came to pay respects to Concubine Shu. Concubine Shu showed a full of motherly demeanor in front of the emperor, and this time was no exception. He caught him for a long time and greeted him warmly.
"Where is Xuan'er coming back? Is it hot outside? Concubine Mu will wipe your sweat..."
Wei Xuan smiled lazily, "Mother and Concubine, I am so old."
"Your Majesty, look at him—" Concubine Shu turned her head to flirt with Wei Lingheng, and nodded Wei Xuan, "You, no matter how old you are, in the eyes of your father and mother, you are just a child."
She and the emperor showed their affection, but at this moment, Wen Ying, who was sitting next to her, coughed lightly.
Wei Lingheng had inadvertently looked at Concubine Shu many times when he was talking to Concubine Shu. Now when he saw her coughing, he couldn't help frowning.
Concubine Shu wanted to say a few words of coquettish anger, but when she saw his expression stunned, she subconsciously turned her head and glanced at Wen Ying, "What's wrong with Mrs. Song?"
"It's nothing." She shook her head, and coughed twice again with force, "I think it's just because I was greedy for the scenery and the wind blows, and my throat is a little itchy..."
Song Zheng saw it, and said: "Don't dare to get angry with your majesty and empress, I will leave with my wife."
Concubine Shu had just spit out the word "good" when she heard His Majesty next to her say: "Mrs. Song entered the palace alone, and went out sick. Song Aiqing thinks she is going to blame me. Wang Deyong, go and call the imperial physician to give Song Take a look, ma'am."
Just as Wen Ying was about to refuse, when she saw his eyes looking over, it was a very restrained emotion, like a dark river, unable to see the turbulence underneath.
She nodded unconsciously.
Wei Xuan took this scene into his eyes, and couldn't help being amused. Does his flamboyant mother and concubine know what kind of person she brought into the palace? She wanted to show the posture of being favored in front of people, but she didn't know that his father's eyes had never been on her.
Didn't see him but just coughed twice, did the emperor worry so much that he wouldn't even let him go
During the period, Wei Lingheng said some innocuous things to Song Zheng, and he unconsciously looked at Wen Ying from the corner of his eye.
But she saw that she took the teapot from the palace man, poured a cup for Song Zheng, then flipped the tea cover lightly, and when the temperature was right, she put it in his hand, which happened to be a convenient place for him, and she was used to it of.
But Song Zheng didn't realize what was going on, brought tea, and took a sip calmly without even looking at her.
Unable to tell what kind of feeling came to his heart, Wei Lingheng put the tea cup in his hand aside and made a crisp sound, but no one noticed that he was angry.
Concubine Shu thought that the tea was not to his taste, and asked someone to change the tea for him.
Wen Ying lowered her eyes and stopped looking at anyone.
But he heard a contemptuous sarcasm in his ear, "Does Mrs. Song feel very proud?"
She looked sideways, but it was Wei Xuan.
It turned out that he took advantage of Concubine Shu's time to exchange tea and sat next to Wen Ying. And because the hall was wide, the rest of the people were talking, and no one heard what he said to her.
"My husband is next to me, but he flirts with my father. How about it, is it exciting?"
After a while in the palace to escape the summer heat, Sheng Jia and the accompanying ministers set off for the capital.
As soon as she returned to the mansion, before she had time to rest for a while, Wen Ying heard that something happened to Fubao. It turned out that the little chubby Song Xun didn't like Fubao all the time. One day, he returned home from the school with anger. It happened that the servant girl took Fubao for a walk in the garden. Fubao blocked his way, and he stepped on it. Crush it hard and break its hind legs.
Wen Ying was heartbroken to death. She always puts her emotions into the play, which makes the play more realistic. So both the hatred for Song Zheng and the attachment to Wei Lingheng are very real.
In comparison, the liking for Xiao Fubao who is aura is more pure.
Usually, when she went out to socialize, when she came back, Fu Bao would jump out, make a circle around her, and then walk away unsteadily, full of arrogance, until she chased him and stretched out his hand to it, it reluctantly Licked her palm.
It's strange that she walked for so many days this time, but she didn't see it coming to welcome her.
Fortunately, the servant girl called a veterinarian in time and bandaged the wound, but I'm afraid I can only be a lame cat in the future. It looked slumped and unable to cheer up, and Wen Ying also cried.
Xiao Shi naturally reported this scene to His Majesty the Emperor.
Wei Lingheng knew that she had no children now, and raised the cat as half a child, and couldn't help but feel distressed, and suddenly an idea came to her mind.
The third prince Wei Xuan heard that there was a new cat ancestor in the palace. When he asked about the little eunuch who was serving him, the other eunuch happily told him, "It's a novelty, it's just a cat, and it's lame. Your Majesty loves it." It looks like eyeballs. The other day, Concubine Shu teased it with something to eat, and it took two steps with a limp leg. The empress couldn't help laughing when she saw it, but it angered His Majesty and fined her three months' salary Silver. Money is a minor matter, the real thing is to lose face, if His Highness sees it, you'd better walk away."
Wei Xuan couldn't help but laugh, he, a prince, wants to hide from a cat? joke!
Others don't know, but he knows the reason, so he naturally draws attention to the Song Mansion, knowing that Wen Ying's cat also happened to have a broken leg. Father's baby is not her cat, who else could it be!
He finds it unbelievable, a married woman, what does the emperor like about her
He couldn't help asking the little eunuch, "You say a woman, who looks kind and kind on weekdays, but does a lot of evil in private, why can anyone still like her?"
"Your Highness, I really can't answer this question, and I don't like people too much... But thinking about it, all the people in the world are the same, if it's not that the eyes of the person who likes that woman are crooked, or that woman is actually a good person." Yes, have you been misunderstood?"
Wei Xuan retorted subconsciously: "Impossible! I saw her pour water on her stepdaughter's skirt with my own eyes, making her lose all face. Could it be for her own good?"
The little eunuch's reaction was also quick. He was serving Wei Xuan at the concubine selection banquet, so he immediately thought of it, "You mean Mrs. Song?"
Wei Xuan didn't answer.
The little eunuch let out a "squeak" and said with a smile: "Your Highness, you don't know, Mrs. Song is really doing it for the sake of Miss Song's family."
"What?"
"Miss Song and the empress had a collision that day. If Madam Song hadn't poured the wine in time for the empress to bump into her, I'm afraid I'd be unhappy."
Wei Xuan didn't expect such an answer, he was slightly taken aback, and thought about it carefully, no wonder the ladies at the banquet praised her one after another when the queen came in, is it really so
"Then what if she murdered her stepdaughter into the water? She even hid a man under the willow tree. It can't be for her sake, can it?"
The little lady listened and rolled her eyes. He belongs to Concubine Shu and knew that Concubine Shu didn't want Song Xi to marry Wei Xuan, so of course he tried his best to discredit him. "Hey, don't worry about it, Your Highness. I know that you are close to the Song family lady, and I have been paying attention to it in private... I have heard a rumor that the Song family lady and her cousin are very close." I don't know, the man you saw is probably the Wen family son..."
What he meant was that if it was Young Master Wen, then Song Xi accidentally fell into the water when he was about to have a private meeting with someone, so who can blame him
Wei Xuan was stunned, and wanted to refute him. That Mrs. Song looked very strange at the time, but he suddenly thought, what if she also changed her face because she thought of the stepdaughter's private meeting
He suddenly became uncertain in his heart, or if the previous things were all his misunderstandings, then...
He remembered Mrs. Song smiling at him standing outside the tent, telling him "Arrows have no eyes, don't get hurt", just like a gentle mother.
He held his breath suddenly, and hastily told the little eunuch, "Hurry up and do something for me..."
Earlier in the palace, she avoided answering his questions, and he only regarded her as acquiescing, and told Song Xi everything. I'm afraid Song Xi has already told Song Zheng by now.
And he knew that his father would definitely meet her when he went out of the palace in micro-clothes today to inspect the people.
If Song Zheng ran into a private meeting between the two...
Wei Xuan didn't dare to think about it anymore.
small theater:
Wei Lingheng led Wen Ying to go shopping.
Wei Lingheng: Pepe, do you think this is beautiful
Wen Ying: Beautiful!
Wei Lingheng: Do you think that is beautiful
Wen Ying: Beautiful!
Wei Lingheng: Look at this again... Huh (suddenly turned into Song Zheng's hand)
Song Zheng: (indifferently) Your Majesty, do you think my wife is pretty