"Princess, take care of your health. Leave everything to the minister." After he finished speaking, he turned and left. Xiao Xiao's silhouette was a little indifferent and lonely under the moonlight.
When they returned to the dormitory, they heard the sound of the child crying from a distance, the wet nurse was hugging Qing'er and comforting her, but the child was still crying loudly, his little face flushed red. In two days, he lost his parents one after another, and his mother was sent on the road by his own aunt. When this child grows up, if he knows all this, will he hate her
Nalan Hongye leaned against the long window and thought alone, the moon was bright and white, like a jade plate, shining brightly and brightly.
Aunt Yun carried Qing'er over, smiled carefully and said, "Princess, the emperor just smiled."
Nalan Hongye hugged the child, and sure enough, she saw him staring at her with black and white eyes open, the corners of his mouth parted, and he smiled happily. The melancholy in her heart could not help but dissipated slowly. She picked up the child, looked at his familiar eyebrows, and immediately thought of her brother.
When he was alive, she would occasionally feel resentment, hating that God gave him a man's body, but made him an idiot, who didn't understand suffering, didn't understand affairs, and missed Huai Song's century-old foundation for nothing. As for herself, she has no talent, but she is a daughter. After years of hard planning, she still has to be branded as a tyrant and dictatorship. However, it wasn't until he left that she suddenly understood that they were originally one body, one was damaged and the other prospered. Only with Hong Yu present can she stabilize Huai Song Jiangshan and support Nalan's lintel.
Fortunately, fortunately, there is still Qing'er.
She lowered her head and looked at the infant child in swaddling clothes, her eyes were sore. Fortunately, there is still him, and now Nalan's family is only left with their aunt and nephew.
"Princess, look how cute Little Saint is!"
Aunt Yun smiled and touched the emperor's little face. Qing'er seemed very happy, waving her fat little hands, giggling, looking at Nalan Hongye with dark eyes, as if she understood what she was thinking.
At this moment, Nalan and Aunt Yun were both startled when they heard a bang. They all turned their heads and saw that it was a court lady who knocked over the teacup.
Aunt Yun said angrily: "Useless stuff! The emperor and princess were shocked, watch your life!"
Nalan Hongye also frowned slightly, and gently patted Qing'er's swaddle, lest he might be surprised. However, seeing that he was still smiling, he didn't seem to be scared at all.
Aunt Yun smiled and said, "Princess, look at how courageous the little saint is. He must be a wise and martial emperor when he grows up."
Nalan Hongye also smiled slightly, but before the smile reached her eyes, she was taken aback for a moment, and her face instantly turned pale.
Seeing her, Aunt Yun asked puzzledly, "Princess, what's the matter?"
Nalan Hongye's hands and feet were cold, and she comforted herself over and over again in her heart, but she still hurriedly sent the child to Aunt Yun's arms, then stood aside, and slapped her hard.
Snapped! A crisp sound rang in the child's ears, but the child didn't notice it, and stretched out his fat little hand to grab the buttons on Aunt Yun's skirt.
Nalan Hongye was in a hurry, she kept slapping her hands, her eyes were red, and she shouted as she slapped, "Qing'er! Qing'er! Look over here, aunt is over here!"
However, the child did not turn his head away after all, he yawned sleepily, then leaned his head into Aunt Yun's arms, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"Qing'er, don't sleep! Qing'er, aunt is here!"
"Princess!"
Aunt Yun was already in tears, knelt on the ground with a plop, and cried bitterly: "Stop screaming, stop screaming."
Nalan Hongye was excited, grabbed Aunt Yun's shoulder, and shouted angrily, "What's going on? What's going on here?"
Aunt Yun's face was full of tears, and she cried: "When the child was brought back, I saw it. The imperial doctor in the queen's palace was heard, and he tortured him before saying it. It turns out that the queen knew about it a long time ago, but she just kept talking about it. She didn't tell the truth, because she was afraid that if she said it, the child would not be able to be a prince. It has been treated for a year, but the disease was brought from the mother's womb, and it can't be cured at all... "
For a moment, Nalan Hongye felt dizzy, Qing'er was deaf, Qing'er was deaf! This fact completely crushed her, and the forbearance and grief for many days rushed like a huge flood. With a sweetness in her throat, a gust of warm blood spurted out, all spilling on the front of her clothes!
"Princess! Princess!" Aunt Yun was shocked, she put down the emperor and came to help her.
Qing'er was suddenly put on the ground, opened her eyes and looked around suspiciously, then started crying loudly. The maids ran in together, and the room was in chaos. Aunt Yun yelled, "Tell the Imperial Physician! Pass the Imperial Physician!"
Nalan Hongye was in a daze, and there was only one sentence echoing in her mind: Heaven's law is clear, and retribution is not good.
That's right, she killed Cui Wanru, but this queen also left her with a huge disaster.
If she had known earlier, she would not have worried about Hongyu's reluctance, or whether the news would be exposed, and she would have enriched the harem concubines for him and let him have more children, but now, it is too late, everything That's too late.
Her tears finally poured down, and she couldn't control it any longer. The corner of her mouth was red and she cried sadly: "Father, father, my son deserves death!"
After waking up several times, there were people around her, but Nalan Hongye kept her eyes closed. For the first time in five years, she was so self-willed and wanted to sleep right away, not caring about anything. The surrounding gradually became quiet, and a figure stood in front of her, not leaving for a long time.
When I opened my eyes, the moonlight had penetrated through the carved window and sprinkled on the desk. Following the cold wind, the Buddha's voice from the Taimiao passed through the tall and heavy palace walls and reached her ears, reminding her in this way what time it is and what kind of place she is in.
"The matter of the emperor's deafness, I have already kept it a secret, no one will know about it except the people in this palace." Xuan Mo stood in front of the bed and said in a low voice. His voice is very pleasant, like a breeze blowing through a flute, deep and comfortable. The candlelight shone on his chiseled face, revealing a faint sharpness.
"Before the emperor becomes an adult, we still have at least ten years to try to plan. Although the emperor is deaf, as long as he gets married at the age of fifteen and gives birth to an heir, there is still hope for Huai Song. The princess is the son of the Song Dynasty. Pillar, if the princess falls, the emperor will be abolished. The royal family will wither, outsiders will take the opportunity to seize power, Huai Song Dynasty will split, wars will break out, the people will have no means of living, and the foundation laid by the ancestors will be destroyed immediately. I will never sit back and watch the Huai Song Dynasty fall and the foundation be destroyed."
Nalan Hongye raised her head, looking at this man who grew up with her, she suddenly felt a little sad in her heart.
Yes, why didn't she think of what he said? But, what a difficult road this is!
"Xuan Mo, thank you."
She hadn't called him Xuan Mo for a long time, Xuan Mo was slightly taken aback, his eyes flashed with emotion, but he still replied respectfully and politely: "This is the job of a humble minister."
Nalan Hongye sat up, coughed twice, her complexion was as pale as paper, she smiled slightly, "You are much more mature, you already look like an uncle."
King An Ling is Xuan Mo's father, who used to be a general under Nalan Lie. Because he saved Nalan Lie's life in the southern border battle, he was given the surname Nalan and entered the royal genealogy.
Xuan Mo bowed and replied, "Thank you princess for your compliment."
"I heard that Yushu is pregnant, is it true?"
Xuan Mo's face froze for a moment, his brows were tightly furrowed, and after a while, he whispered, "Yes."
Nalan laughed and said, "Yushu has both ability and integrity, you should treat her well."
Xuan Mo's tone was quite blunt, and he said without joy or sadness: "I also want to thank the princess for her gift of marriage."
The hall was empty, the voice of the Buddha was getting louder, and there was the sound of crying from the ministers. They looked at each other, but they didn't know what to say. Xuan Mo took out a letter from his bosom, the letterhead was intact, the envelope was still unopened, and he handed it to Nalan Hongye, saying: "A letter from Yanbei."
A gleam of light flashed in Nalan Hongye's ashen-like eyes, and she almost took it impatiently. Xuan Mo's eyes froze slightly, and his brows frowned slightly, as if there was ice and snow that could not be melted. He quietly took half a step back, and said softly, "I will take my leave."
"En." Nalan Hongye replied, although she was smiling, her voice was a little careless.
The long lamp was quiet, and could only illuminate a thin shadow.
When Aunt Yun came in, Nalan Hongye had returned to normal. The imperial physician asked for a pulse, and after drinking the medicine, the maids all withdrew. Sitting in front of the desk, she rubbed the small letter over and over again, the sadness in her heart gradually rose, and she didn't dare to open it to read it. The candles were crackling, and there was silence between heaven and earth, and the incense was burning in the room, and the fragrance curled up like a blue cloud. My brother Xuanmo, the war in Yanbei is over, my brother is safe and sound, don't worry about it. This time, thanks to my virtuous brother, he ran in the middle, raised food, grass and military supplies, and used the troops of the other country to contain the Great Xia Eastern Army. However, now the battle between Xiayan and Yanbei is won by two points, as a brother, there is no certainty, so you must not be too protective of Yanbei, in case someone in the court uses this to attack you. The officialdom is dangerous, my brother must be careful. If a virtuous brother is implicated because of the fault of a foolish brother, ten thousand deaths will not be enough to forgive the regret in his heart.
The day when the soldiers of Great Xia retire is the time of my brother's wedding. If my virtuous brother can come, I will welcome you? I haven't seen you and my brother for ten years, and I miss you very much. Tears, after all, fell drop by drop, dripping on the pure white paper, and all the sorrows and sorrows in my heart turned into these clear tears. She has endured it for too long, suppressed it for too long, and persisted for too long. What is piled up in her heart is the exhaustion and desolation of crying blood. The day Xia Bing retires is the time of my brother's big wedding." Her eyes gradually blurred, and the wind and rain outside the window were desolate, just like her state of mind, a vast expanse of whiteness. She dipped a pen full of thick ink, and wrote with a wry smile:
"Where is this evening..."
After writing the last few strokes, her handwriting was already messy, she slumped on the desk, with tears in her eyes, she fell into a deep sleep like this.
When Aunt Yun came in, she almost shed tears. The princess has been in power for many years, and she has never lost her composure like this. Helping her to bed to rest, and then returning to the desk, Aunt Yun felt a little displeased when she saw that the letter of reply had been written and sent to Prince Yanbei. He didn't check the content of the letter on the desk, folded it, put it in an envelope, sealed it with wax, and handed it to the maid, saying: "Send it to King Xuan's mansion, and let him send it out according to the old rules."
"The servant obeys."
It was cloudy and rainy, and the night was pitch black. A black eagle flew up from Prince Xuan's Mansion, and headed northwest quickly. When Yan Xun received Nalan Hongye's letter, it was the day before he left, Fengzhi stood aside, seeing Yan Xun frowning for a long time, suddenly smiled, and said: "I don't know whose woman he copied. The grievances in the boudoir were sent to me in a daze."