Zhongcui Palace.
Concubine Chungui hugged Yong Rong to Hongli, and the infant child stretched out his chubby fingers and begged for a hug.
"Yongrong is very close to the emperor now." Concubine Chungui smiled softly, "I open my eyes and look for you every day."
Hongli didn't pick up Yong Rong, but just stretched out his hand and scratched his nose lightly. He didn't know what to think, and suddenly became unhappy.
Concubine Chungui saw that Hongli was absent-minded, and motioned to the nurse to take the child away, and said tentatively, "Your Majesty, my concubine composed a new piece of music yesterday, do you want to listen to it..."
Hongli reluctantly agreed. The two played the piano together and drank a few pots of wine. The smell of the wine reddened Chungui Concubine's cheeks. She leaned her weak and boneless body in Hongli's arms, and her voice was more intoxicating than wine. : "Your Majesty..."
The next moment, she was gently pushed away, and Hongli said solemnly: "... I suddenly remembered that I have something to do, so you should go to bed first."
Looking at his staggering back, Yuhu said curiously, "Miss, what happened to the emperor today, he looks very worried."
Concubine Chungui was thoughtful and suddenly asked, "What day is today?"
Changchun Palace.
The queen was about to go to bed. In front of the Linghua Mirror, Wei Yingluo dismantled the bead hairpin on her head in the same way. Halfway through the dismantling, she suddenly heard a voice from outside: "The Emperor is here!"
The bedroom door opened, and a smell of alcohol rushed in from outside.
The queen didn't even have time to comb her head, she stood up to meet her, holding the other's hand and said, "Your Majesty... why are you here?"
Hongli seemed to be drunk, stared at the queen for a moment in a trance, and suddenly grabbed her hand: "Queen, today is Yonglian's death day."
The queen froze.
"When I named him Yonglian, I had the intention of inheriting the country." Hongli rambled, "He didn't live up to expectations, he was born smart, and was tireless in his studies. When he was eight years old, I took him to hunt with Mulan, and he shot The eagle in the sky, bring it to me in person..."
He talked about the past one by one, trivial, like an old mother who never tires of it. The queen listened, and her eyes gradually blurred. She knew that Hongli was really drunk. If he was awake, he would never show such a weak and fragile side.
"Your Majesty." She pulled him to the side of the bed and sat down, raised her hand to stroke his cheek, and said thoughtfully, "After Yonglian left, you stopped looking for five days to show your condolences. You are a rare loving father in the world..."
"Haha..." Hong Li heard this, but he laughed loudly, with tears in his eyes, "How can there be a father in the world whose child dies without shedding a single tear?"
The queen said sadly: "The emperor sheds tears, there are only three situations, for the loss of Kao's wife, the second is the great disaster of heaven, and the third is the ruin of the country and the family. The emperor, you don't want to cry, you can't cry..."
The tears in Hongli's eyes were about to fall. Hearing this, he held back abruptly and muttered: "Yes, I am the Son of Heaven, and all the subjects in the world are my sons, not only Yonglian alone. So, even if you blame me for being ruthless and cold, I can't cry..."
The queen sighed and held him in her arms.
The Changchun Palace was silent for a while, and Wei Yingluo looked at them with extremely complicated eyes. She had a deep prejudice against Hongli, and felt that he was neither good nor bad, except that he was born more noble, and he was not worthy of the queen at all.
Now it seems... he also has his own difficulties.
The emperor's position is really difficult to sit in, and even crying is not allowed. Only by being drunk can you shed a tear, and you have to hang it on the shoulder of a person who can keep a secret, so that no one can see it.
"Queen..." Hongli buried his face on the queen's shoulder and said softly, "The imperial doctor told me that your child must be an elder brother."
Queen: "Yeah."
"I know." Hongli said, "It must be Yonglian coming back."
The queen was stunned for a moment, unable to bear to break his fantasy, she hummed again.
"Yonglian is smart and handsome, one in a thousand. He is my most beloved son. He is gone, and I am saddened. Every day I am saddened." Hongli murmured, "Now that he is coming back, I finally don't have to. No more sad... Queen, are you happy, he is going back to us."
Tears rolled in the queen's eyes. This was never her dream. When she woke up crying every night, she always reached out to touch the edge of the bed, but she could only touch the cold air, but couldn't touch the child's soft cheeks.
But in order to comfort Hongli and this person who was as sad as herself, the queen said again: "Well."
After receiving her reply, Hongli giggled, he held the Queen's hand childishly, tears rolled down his eyes, like a ray of light at the end of the horizon: "Queen, help me ask him, I was busy with government affairs before, and I didn't know what to do. I have been with him for a day, and I haven't even hugged him, does he blame me, is he still willing to be my son?"
The queen took his hand and slowly placed it on her bulging belly.
"Child." She lowered her head and asked, "Your Majesty Ma is busy with government affairs. He has not been with you for a day, or even hugged you. Do you blame him, and are you still willing to be his son?"
Interlocking her fingers, she felt the fetal movement in her abdomen, the ups and downs, the heartbeat of a new life.
The queen raised her head with a smile, opened her mouth, and planned to lie to him, help him cheer up, and stop showing such a sad expression.
Just when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly stopped.
"...Empress?" Hong Li looked at her and gradually sobered up, "What's the matter with you?"
The queen's complexion was visible to the naked eye, gradually turning pale, sweat rolled down from her temples, she gasped heavily for a moment, then suddenly bent down and hugged her stomach, her voice couldn't contain the pain: "It hurts, my concubine's stomach. it hurts… "