Story of Yanxi Palace

Chapter 95: wedding

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After returning from Changchun Palace, Hongli was still angry.

"Say I like that woman, no, it's impossible! I won't like her!" There were a lot of memorials that he needed to deal with, but he couldn't read a single word, and walked back and forth in the Hall of Mental Cultivation with gnashing teeth. , "I am rich at home and abroad, what kind of woman can't get it, beautiful like a concubine Hui, virtuous like a concubine Xian, talented like a pure concubine..."

He counted the concubines around him one by one, and finally convinced himself that it was not his blindness, but the queen's eyes.

No, she was clearly bewitched by that ghost girl, so she was fascinated and couldn't tell the difference between north, south and east!

"Your Majesty." Li Yu's voice interrupted his thoughts, "Fucha guards are here."

Hongli opened his eyes and took a deep breath: "Pass him in."

Fu Heng entered and saluted: "The servant respectfully invites the emperor to be holy."

"Fu Heng." Hongli sat in the chair and looked down at him, "I have always kept you by my side for the sake of tempering, and now you can be on your own, and after you get married, you will go to the Ministry of Household to serve as the right of the Ministry of Households. Servant."

Fu Heng was stunned for a moment when he heard the words: "Your Majesty, the servant is still young and suddenly assumes such a high position, I'm afraid..."

Hongli waved his hand and stopped his next words: "Fu Heng, my hope for you is not limited to one household, and I know that your ambition does not lie there! But you must remember that a journey of a thousand miles begins with Yu Xia, if you want to make achievements, you must first prove to everyone that my vision is correct! The Ministry of Housing is your starting point!"

His words have come to this point, and Fu Heng couldn't refuse any more, so he fell to the tunnel and said, "This servant is thanking the Emperor Longen!"

After the official business, Hongli hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help asking about the other party's private affairs: "By the way, how are the wedding preparations?"

"Preparing." Fu Heng was expressionless, as if discussing other people's private affairs.

Looking at his blank face, Hongli said lightly: "The title of the golden list and the candles in the wedding room are all joys in life, but today I let you do the job, and I gave you a beautiful girl, why is there no joy on your face? !"

"The grace of the emperor, the servants will never forget." Although he did not forget it, he was not happy. Fu Heng's face still did not see the slightest joy, neither happiness nor sadness was like a rotten tree without water.

Hongli suddenly became angry, because of the same expression, he still looked at another person's face, the two faces overlapped in his eyes, Hongli couldn't help but slammed the table heavily, and said angrily: "Get out of here. !"

When Fu Heng retired, Hongli still did not reply.

After pacing back and forth in the Hall of Mental Cultivation for a long time, he suddenly stopped and turned to Li Yu and said, "Zai Jia, I want to go out for a walk!"

After the ninth count, the weather in the Forbidden City is cold. The palaces of the six palaces in the east and west each have warm pavilions, and fire paths are paved under the ground. In the autumn, the charcoal paths are to be cleaned.

Li Yu originally thought that Hongli's so-called "going out" was to go to the imperial garden, to go to the harem's concubines, but he turned around and went to the dragon outside the hall, where the kang was working, a eunuch Crawling in from the hole, Wei Yingluo hurriedly handed the cleaning equipment to the other party, the other party took it, and continued to clean the ground dragon that had deposited charcoal dust. The dust was rolling, and Wei Yingluo was coughing in the dust.

Hongli watched for a long time, and finally couldn't help walking out, and said solemnly: "Are all the people who burned the kang dead?"

When they saw him, the eunuchs at the burning kang hurriedly knelt down to him, and those who were still in the cave also hurried out. The scene was a bit chaotic for a while.

Wei Yingluo also knelt inside. In addition to her, there were several other people from the palace of Xinzhe. Because every year at this time of the year, the charcoal tunnel had to be cleaned, and the twenty-five eunuchs at the kang-burning place were too busy, and often asked Xinzhe. Kubo people.

Li Yu followed Hongli's gaze, and when she saw her, she immediately understood, and pretended to be surprised: "Oh, why is it you, Xin Zheku sent a eunuch to work, why did a girl come here? ?"

Wei Yingluo lowered her head and didn't speak. Yuan Chunwang arranged the errand for her. Because of his pre-arrangement, the job was very easy. She was only responsible for handing over the cleaning tools. Many, the wounds on the hands are almost healed.

A pair of bright yellow boots slowly walked in front of her, Hongli's voice came from above her head, and said lightly: "You have been in Xinzheku for so long, don't you want to go back to Changchun Palace?"

Because she suffered a lot from him, Wei Yingluo returned cautiously: "This servant made a mistake, I don't dare to hope."

Her cautiousness was exchanged for Hongli's displeasure. He didn't know what he was annoyed with, but said coldly, "You can come and ask me!"

Li Yu looked at him and said, "Miss Yingluo, the emperor is giving you a chance."

Wei Yingluo didn't dare to bite the bait, for fear that the bait was poisonous.

Hongli stared at her for a long time, his eyes wandered on her cracked fingers, and suddenly said: "The queen is awake."

Wei Yingluo suddenly looked up at him.

"She's been lying in bed for a long time, she's in a bad mood, she's in a bad mood, and she's lost a lot of weight." Hongli said lightly, "Wei Yingluo, you are deeply favored by the queen, so you don't want to go back to serve?"

Wei Yingluo sighed in her heart, there was some bait, she knew it was poisonous, she still had to bite the bullet and put her body in front of Hongli, she softly said as he wished: "Please be kind to the emperor, the prospective servant will return to Changchun Palace. Serve the Empress!"

Seeing that she finally bit the bait, Hongli laughed: "I can let you go back, but you have contradicted many times, and I can't go unpunished!"

Wei Yingluo said without hesitation, "Yingluo is willing to accept the punishment."

Hongli smiled even deeper: "You have to do it first!"

Yingluo raised her head and looked directly at Hongli: "The emperor can say it, the servant can do it!"

It was snowing in the sky, and before I knew it, it was winter.

Snow covered the capital, and at a glance, the sky and the earth were white, but the Fucha mansion was red.

The red firecrackers crackled, and Fu Heng, dressed in a bright red wedding dress, sat in the inner courtyard, staring at the red happy words posted on the window.

He clapped a hand on his shoulder and said with a smile, "Brother, what's the matter?"

Fu Heng woke up like a dream and looked back at his younger brother: "Aqian."

Fu Qian was young and handsome, his appearance was a bit like Fu Heng, but he looked thinner, with a hint of bookishness, he smiled and said, "Brother, tonight is your wedding celebration, why are you hiding here alone?"

Fu Heng said blankly, "I-I don't know."

Fu Qian looked at him strangely: "Aren't you stupid with joy! Go back quickly, the bride is waiting for you!"

Where is the paradise in the world? After Fu Heng was found by Fu Qian, he almost pushed him all the way back to the bridal chamber. The door was closed behind him. He looked pale at everything in front of him. Happy dress, red bride.

Xi Niang came over holding a weighing pole and said with a smile, "Groom, please take off your hijab."

Fu Heng slowly reached out and took the weighing rod. He held the gun and the sword in his hand, but he did not expect that a small weighing rod would be heavier than the gun and heavier than the sword. He could hardly hold it.

The weighing rod stretched into the bottom of the hijab and slowly opened the hijab, revealing a shy and timid face.

Er Qing was originally beautiful, but now she has been carefully dressed up, and she is even more beautiful. No matter which man sees her, she will want to kiss her.

Only Fu Heng, the moment he saw her, turned even paler.

Er Qing lowered her head and didn't see the change in his expression. When Xi Niang saw it, she mistakenly thought that he was a little too nervous and didn't take it too seriously. The mother said loudly: "If you are satisfied, you will rise step by step!"

According to the procedure, Fu Heng should sit next to Er Qing at this time, but he didn't move for a long time, standing like a wooden man, Xi Niang had to go over and remind him: "Groom, you have to sit here!"

Fu Heng was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, and reluctantly sat down next to Er Qing.

Xi Niang came over, put the two of them together, and put them on the kang table. On the kang table are the descendants and longevity noodles. Xi Niang kept saying auspiciously: "I wish you two good luck and longevity!"

The maids also talked at each other: "Yes, yes, give birth to a precious son early!"

"Hundred years of harmony! Growing old!"

"Many children and grandchildren! A hundred years old together!"

In the midst of the noise, Xi Niang came over with a plate of pastry: "Use the pastry!"

She first took a pastry and fed it to Erqing's lips, Erqing took a bite, and her red lips left a rouge mark on the snow-white pastry. Xi Niang asked her with a smile, "Is it born?"

Er Qing blushed and said, "Sheng, Sheng."

The crowd clapped and laughed.

Xi Niang took the pastry in her hand to feed Fu Heng again. Halfway through feeding, Fu Heng suddenly got up and pushed her away, and rushed out.

"vomit-"

First the pastry, and then the drink he drank before, all the contents in his stomach poured out down his throat, and it took a long time to vomit a police officer.

When Fu Heng leaned against the wall and stood up straight again, the new room was already silent, and everyone looked at him in surprise and confusion, wondering why he was in such pain.

"Go down." Fu Heng wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, his voice was hoarse, and repelled everyone, then slowly sat in the chair and looked at Er Qing who was sitting on the edge of the bed opposite.

There was an almost insurmountable distance between the two.

For a long time, Er Qing hesitated to test, her voice trembling, with a hint of crying: "Fu Heng, do you... regret it?"

Fu Heng was stunned, and the queen's warning sounded from his ear: "Fu Heng, sister is very scared, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Fu Heng took a deep breath, as if convincing himself: "No, I don't regret it."

Hearing this, Er Qing breathed a sigh of relief and showed a gentle smile: "I don't regret it, even if I know you love her, I am willing to marry you! Fu Heng, as long as I can be your wife, I am willing to do anything. Do, any pain can be endured."

Fu Heng knew what she was implying, sighed, held her hand, and said softly, "Er Qing, since I decided to marry you, I was determined to forget her."

"Really?" Er Qing raised her head in surprise, with a teardrop in the corner of her eye, looking at him madly.

"Well, when I marry you, I will be responsible for you. You are my wife, the one who will be with you all my life..." Fu Heng said numbly. He used these words to appease the queen, and now he uses these words again. Come to appease Erqing.

But these words can deceive others, after all, they can't deceive themselves.

After a pause, he whispered: "It's just... I need a little more time... "

Er Qing raised her hand to hold his lips, shook her head gently, and said gently, "I understand, I understand everything, it doesn't matter, as long as you say this, I'm willing to wait, it doesn't matter how long it takes, Fu Heng, I Willing to wait!"

He also said the same thing to Yingluo...

Fu Heng tried his best to suppress his heartache and tried to smile at her, but the smile was as bitter as drinking all the bitter wine in the world: "Thank you, Er Qing, thank you..."