Story of Yanxi Palace

Chapter 112: follow

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The house that no one lives in will be old, the land that no one walks will be deserted,

Not long after, weeds grew in the flowerbeds of Changchun Palace.

Hongli stood in the flowerbed, the grass was full of grass, and when the wind blew, he bent down.

"I know that you and Rong Yin are married. You will inevitably feel sad when she leaves." The Queen Mother approached him and comforted him, "But it's time for you to let go."

Relieve

Hongli looked down at the jasmine flower under his feet, knowing that as long as there was a jasmine flower in this world, he would never forget that person as beautiful as jasmine.

"The queen is the master of the six palaces and cannot be left in the air forever. Sooner or later, you will have to establish an empress." The queen mother still persuaded him in his ear, "In the harem, although the imperial concubine Xian has no children, her prestige and qualifications are the highest. After the establishment, she is the best choice."

"The queen mother is right." Hongli sighed, "The son is just..."

I just feel sorry for her...

"Emperor." The empress dowager understands this the most, but she refuses to be accustomed to him, and she indulges him, half persuading and half sternly, "The regrets of the past have become the past, it is better to take pity on the person in front of you!"

Hongli looked at the white flowers and weeds for a long time and sighed in disappointment.

Three days later, Chengqian Hall.

"Since the time of the emperor's examination, the Nala family has given me the concubine of the side room, who is polite and careful, and has good etiquette. Now, I respectfully obey the merciful order and make the imperial concubine Nara the queen..."

After sending the eunuch Chuanzhi away, Zhener happily returned to the dormitory, pushed the door open, and froze in place.

Concubine Xian had put on the queen's dress by herself, stood in front of the mirror, and said to herself in the mirror, "You are finally the queen."

What a wonderful thing, but there was not the slightest hint of joy on her face.

"Emother." Concubine Xiangui caressed the mirror with one hand and murmured, "Shu Shen is no longer the weak and incompetent daughter of the past, I am the queen, the lord of the six palaces, the mother of the world! From now on, you will no longer be I don’t have to live a life of being stretched thin, I don’t have to be ridiculed by others anymore, I have earned your face for you, and I have lived up to your expectations…”

As he spoke, tears rolled down his cheeks.

"...Why are you not here?" Concubine Xian choked up, "Why don't you come and see this dress with your own eyes, why... don't you come and praise me, hug me, E-Niang... E-Niang... "

She covered her face with one hand, her knees fell slowly, and she knelt in front of the mirror, tears streaming down between her fingers.

Zhener sighed inwardly, gently closed the door, and then guarded the door, preventing others from entering, and preventing anyone from seeing or hearing the most vulnerable side of Concubine Xian.

State affairs, family affairs, post-establishment, state affairs, expeditions, family affairs.

"Let me die! Let me die!"

The Fucha Mansion was in chaos, Er Qing's hair was messy, and she was dancing with a dagger in her hand as if she was about to commit suicide.

A group of servants surrounded him, all coaxing and persuading them. Du Juan was so anxious that he was sweating. Seeing Fu Heng coming in, he rushed over and said, "Young master, you are coming! Young lady heard that you are going to Jinchuan. I'm so anxious that it's better to die than to see you die, so please persuade her!"

Fu Heng's eyes swept across Er Qing's body, and said lightly, "You haven't started yet?"

Erqing was just pretending, how could she really die, and she lost her dagger and cried, "Fu Cha, Fu Heng, as your wife, I am the last one to know about such a big expedition to Jinchuan. You actually told me to die, do you have any humanity?"

Their husband and wife were not in harmony, and the people below were also difficult to be human beings. Du Juan persuaded in a low voice, "Young master, please be considerate and considerate of your madam. Madam is really worried about you..."

"Worried about me?" Fu Heng smiled, "No, she was afraid that I would die in battle, and she would become a widow. The fame and fortune she has now will immediately become a cloud of the past."

Er Qing couldn't believe it: "What did you say!"

Fu Heng looked normal: "What, am I wrong?"

When his heart was exposed, Er Qing couldn't help but become angry and stabbed at him with a dagger: "I simply cut your hand, let's see how you go to the battlefield to die!"

She is a wealthy and pampered wife. Where is Fu Heng's opponent? Fu Heng only slashed with his hand, Er Qing screamed in pain, and the dagger fell out of her hand.

He kicked the dagger into the corner with one foot, and Fu Heng coldly instructed everyone: "Er Qing stay, and the rest will go!"

He was so powerful that Du Juan bent down to pick up the dagger on the ground and exited the door with the other servants.

"Xita Laerqing." There was no one around, Fu Heng's voice sank, and he no longer concealed, "I let you live, not because you have a dragon seed in your belly, but because I was ashamed of you! So much guilt, I can’t stand your torment, listen carefully, from today, you can stay in this building for me, and dare to take a step—”

"How dare you?" Er Qing glared at him.

Fu Heng's tone was sparse and normal, but what he said made Erqing's back go cold: "If you move your left leg, I will chop off the left leg, if you move with the right leg, I will chop off the right leg."

Er Qing stared at him for a long time, and finally determined that what he said was true...

There was a faint remorse in my heart, not that I regretted designing Hongli in the first place, but that I should not have told the truth before, but that I should have framed the whole thing on Hongli's head, and insisted that it was Hongli that coveted him. Beauty, forced myself...

Anyway, Fu Heng, a loyal minister, did not dare to question the emperor about this matter. What is the truth? Isn't it her who has the final say

Now that the boat is done, Erqing regrets it, so she can only cry and cry: "A slap doesn't make a sound, and I can't conceive a child alone. You only bully me, why don't you go to the emperor?"

Fu Heng shook his head: "I have been studying with the emperor for ten years. I know what kind of character he is a hundred times better than you. Even if you are as beautiful as a god, as long as you worship the heaven and earth with me and enter the gate of Fucha's house, he will not Will move your finger. I can guess how this child got here, even if you don't tell me. You'd better bless me for a safe return, if I don't come back... "

Erqing's heart beat like a drum for a while: "... how?"

Fu Heng smiled at her, with no guilt or nostalgia in his smile: "The nunnery on the outskirts of the capital is your lifelong destination!"

After he finished speaking, he left Er Qing, who was cursing constantly, and left without looking back.

In the Battle of Jinchuan, Kuang Shi was a long time ago. Neqin, who had previously led the army, had been escorted back to Beijing. Because of his cowardice and fear of the battle, he had lost his troops and lost his generals.

Fu Heng took his errand... But no one thought it was a good errand in the court and the public, on the contrary, they regarded it as a hot potato.

Even the Fucha family thought so, so when he returned home, his wife, master, relatives and friends came to persuade him, hoping that he could give up this errand. die on the edge.

Even Qinglian, the little maid who was serving him, put down the tea cup gently when he was bringing him tea, and said worriedly, "Young master, are you really going to Jinchuan? The servant heard that the army had lost its soldiers, and no one in the court dared to go out. How dangerous is it for you to go now..."

The errand had already come down, but Fu Heng didn't slack off for a moment. After going to court, he didn't go to the flower boat with his colleagues to have a good time. Instead, he went home and took a volume of military books from the bookshelf to read. After listening to Qinglian's words, he put down the military book and asked. : "Qinglian, is the old lady asking you to come?"

Qing Lian was stunned, and hurriedly lowered her head and said: "I'm sorry, young master, it's a servant who talks too much. But the old lady is worried that she will fall ill, and said that if you refuse to give up, I will never see you again..."

"Afraid of fighting and dying, and holding back, what do you do when you study military books, and what do you do when you are an official?" Fu Heng sighed: "If the old lady asks again, just tell her like this. Fu Heng went to do what he really wanted to do. , please forgive her."

"The sword has no eyes on the battlefield. In case... the young master has no one in his heart?" Qing Lian quickly lowered her head when she saw his face changed.

These words seemed to touch Fu Heng's mind. Holding the military book in his hand, he stood in front of the bookshelf for a long time, like a handsome statue. After a long time, he suddenly dropped the military book: "I'll go out."

"Master!" Qinglian called behind him, "it's getting dark, where are you going!"

Yiqi Juechen flew out of Fu Heng's residence.

Fame and fame can only be obtained on horseback. Fu Heng's riding skills are outstanding, and he is fast and fast all the way. Passers-by only feel a gust of wind blowing beside them, turn their heads and see only the smoke in the air.

"Yu!" Fu Heng suddenly tightened the reins, the horse's hoof raised, and fell to the ground again.

In the Yuanmingyuan, a group of palace people are doing the final sweeping.

"Huh?" Wei Yingluo turned around with a broom in hand, "Strange, I seem to have heard the sound of hooves just now."

The shadow of the tree flickered, and a hand pushed aside the greenery and stretched towards her.

"You've been standing in the sun for too long, so you're hallucinating." A hand suddenly placed on Wei Yingluo's shoulder, Yuan Chunwang rested half of her body on top of her, and said lazily, "Come on, I'm dying, take me with you. Go back and sprinkle some water on my head."

"Hey, hold on!" Wei Yingluo immediately forgot about the horse's hoof and left with him half-assisted.

Behind him, a sigh.

"What's the use of telling her this now?" Fu Heng slowly pulled his hand back and said to himself, "When I come back alive..."

The generals died in a hundred battles, and the strong men returned for ten years. Since they could not agree on a return date with them, why should they wait for a long time, it is better to return alone.

"drive!"

The sound of the hooves sounded again, and with the words that he could not say, with the determination of a general to die, he left the Yuanmingyuan.