He Weiwen stuck out his tongue and licked her lips, straightened up and smacked his lips twice with a reminiscing expression, with a gentle smile on his brows and eyes, and took out a jade bracelet from his clothes.
The fine texture is crystal clear in the dim light of night.
He casually placed it on the cabinet next to her bed, and with a crisp sound, He Weiwen tapped her head twice with his fingers, "You have the final say in this yard."
He glanced at the bracelet on the cabinet, "If you dare to smash this..." He narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were filled with a dangerous and fierce light, "My lord peeled your skin."
Qing Ruo hummed at him twice, wiped off the part of his lips that he had just licked with the back of her hand, stretched out her foot and kicked him, "I'm in charge of this yard, get out now."
Savage and unreasonable naivety.
He Weiwen kicked her firmly, her footprints were printed on the light-colored robe, he lowered his head to look at her carefully, his teeth grinded against each other, forget it, she is so stupid, what do you expect from her.
All the guards guarding outside the yard had become people arranged by He Weiwen. The whole yard was more heavily guarded than before, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly heavy.
However, what He Weiwen said still counted. If the yard was clear, she could come and go as soon as she wanted. On the contrary, the rest of the Hu family needed her permission to enter the yard.
The emperor's wedding was originally arranged carefully and grandly, but in the end, it was not known whether there was a problem with the treasury or the little emperor was dissatisfied with the marriage, so it became simple and simple.
Recently, there were bandits in the Buddhist temple area in the suburbs of Beijing. The bandits were cunning, and the officers and soldiers encircled and suppressed them several times but failed to catch them. He Weiwen went there with his troops three days ago.
There is no red makeup for thousands of miles, and there is no continuous welcoming team.
The ten-carrying dowry seemed a bit shabby.
Qingruo was pulled up by Ximao sent by the palace to dress up early in the morning. The wedding dress was ready and delivered two days ago. The heavy wedding dress was pressed on her body. She had a tight face. She doesn't talk too much, as if she is just completing a process, and doesn't say auspicious words, otherwise she will laugh or cry.
One command and one action, the bright red boudoir is produced like a workshop assembly line rather than a festive wedding.
The emperor did not come out of the palace to welcome Qing Ruo from the boudoir to the gate of Hu Mansion by Hu Qingcheng. Many officials congratulated him.
The two brothers and sisters didn't say a word along the way, Hu Qingcheng was wearing iron armor inside, separated by a thin layer of clothing on the outside, so that if his whole body hurts, he lay on his back and panted heavily.
When he was about to get on the sedan chair, Hu Qingcheng pursed his lips and said, "Don't step out of the new house if there is any noise outside tonight, did you hear that?"
Qing Ruo snorted and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
The disdain in her tone was not hidden at all, Hu Qingcheng's eyes were gloomy, he opened his mouth and finally let her get on the sedan chair without saying a word.
Gongs and drums were beating all the way, the welcoming team was in the middle, surrounded by guards with swords hanging from their waists.
The common people who watched the excitement hid far away.
There was no noise of people around, only the sound of cavalry from the guards mixed with the music of the welcoming team.
Qing Ruo got up early in the morning without eating anything, and tossed and tossed all day. The new house was well furnished, but it was not done according to the specifications of the empress.
There are no auspicious fruits such as peanuts on the table, it is all pastries, and there is also a plate of fruits, grapes, apples, oranges, and strawberries. Chic and pretty.
The pastries are all exquisite and pleasant, and the things on this table are obviously more painstaking than the whole new house.
Qing Ruo pursed her lips, sat at the table and ate leisurely, thinking that the little emperor probably wouldn't have a chance to enter the bridal chamber tonight.
The hair crown on her head was heavy and cumbersome, the maids and mothers were all waiting outside, Qing Ruo took the things on her head and put them on the side of the table while eating.
After eating and drinking, he took off his coat and went straight to bed.
I don't know how long it took Qingruo to be woken up by the violent noise, the voices outside were boiling, mixed with the sound of cold weapons colliding and screaming, someone was chanting slogans such as rebellious ministers and thieves.
It was very noisy outside, Qingruo fell into a drowsy sleep, turned over, pulled the quilt up to cover her head and continued to sleep.
He Weiwen came here covered in dust and blood mixed with his clothes.
He was wearing dark blue clothes today, and the blood stains almost covered the entire coat, and it was impossible to tell the color of his clothes without careful identification.
When the guards outside the new house saw him, they knelt down and greeted him, "General."
The maid and the nanny knelt and huddled together tremblingly, they could hear the fight outside more clearly than Qing Ruo inside the room.
Now He Weiwen is here...
"Get up." He Weiwen walked over a group of kneeling people to the door of the new house while speaking.
The outstretched hand stopped by the door panel, the room was lit with warm light, and the incense in the room faintly came out from the gap.
It looks serene and gentle, like a different world from the bloody mess outside.
He Weiwen trembled with his fingertips, and finally pushed the door open.
The sight is a huge round table, he ordered people to cook, it looks like it has been eaten, her phoenix crown is placed on the corner of the table, the used chopsticks are placed on the empty bowl, and the grapes on the fruit plate are all eaten , I didn't touch many oranges.
He Weiwen turned around and closed the door gently, turned his head to look carefully at the room, raised his feet to leave, looked down at his clothes, took off the coat full of students and threw it on the ground.
He also had a lot of blood on his hands, walked to the table, poured water from the kettle on it, washed it casually, and wiped it directly on the tablecloth.
It looked like she was asleep.
The bed curtain was not put down, and on the bright red bed, only her black hair, soft and jet-black, could be seen profusely falling in front of her.
He Weiwen felt a little gentle in his heart, walked lightly and firmly, walked to the bedside and bent down to look at her.
I really fell asleep, the makeup on my face hasn't been washed, it should be from eating and sleeping, and now my little face is a bit messy.
He Weiwen raised his hand to stroke her hair, bent down and kissed her face lightly.
In a sound sleep, she didn't feel the slightest when he leaned against her like this.
He Weiwen sighed softly, leaned over with his arms wide around her, and kissed her forehead again.
He got up and blew out the candles in the house, picked up the clothes at the door and left.
After leaving the door, he lowered his voice and told the guards, "Keep it safe."
Then he saw the trembling maidservant, "Do you know how to serve the empress well?"
"Know, know..."
There was already an attendant who often followed him waiting at the door, with his coat on the tray in his hand, He Weiwen changed into a new coat, and led the attendant to the Qianqing Palace, "Have all the imperial doctors arrived yet?"
"It's the general." The attendant pursed his lips and said, "It seems that His Majesty is a little irritated, and his mood is a little unstable now."
He Weiwen stopped in his tracks, and glanced at him lightly.
The attendant was covered in cold sweat, and knelt down, knocking his knees on the ground loudly, "General, please spare me."
He Weiwen twitched the corner of his mouth and walked away without saying anything. The other attendants immediately followed, but this time everyone ignored the title of His Majesty.
When He Weiwen arrived, there were people kneeling outside, the door of the room was closed tightly, and the imperial doctor was kneeling at the door, there was the sound of smashing things and violent roars inside.
The eunuch called General He to arrive in a shrill voice, and all the people kneeling facing the room turned back, with all expressions and movements in place, and saluted him. Although General He was in their mouths, it was completely as if they were calling for His Majesty.
The sound of smashing things in the room stopped, and He Weiwen changed into a light-colored coat, his temperament was as gentle as jade, and the bloody smell all over his body made him look like a lotus Buddha who came out of hell.
"It's getting late, my lords, go back and rest first, and discuss the specific situation with your lords tomorrow morning."
Discussion is really a polite word.
The court ministers who were kneeling all over the floor left the stage, and the imperial doctors were still kneeling at the door waiting for He Weiwen to speak. He Weiwen waved them back.
He pushed the door, it was locked, and he didn't push.
He Weiwen took two steps back, and the attendants beside him directly raised their swords and slashed down on the door panel twice.
The emperor in wedding attire fell down in a mess, he smashed a lot of things, and his clothes were messy and torn.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked up and saw He Weiwen who was pacing warmly. The expression on his face was mixed with joy and sadness. Too many expressions flashed on his immature cheeks. In the end, tears fell down and he became a faceless expression.
"Why?" He asked He Weiwen, his voice hoarse.
The third prince and the fifth prince tried to usurp the throne before and were imprisoned for life in the sky prison. This time, they took advantage of the emperor's wedding to assassinate the emperor. The bandits at the Buddhist temple in the suburbs of Beijing were deliberately set up by them to lure Wei Wen over.
The third prince and the fifth prince held the mentality of dying and breaking the net this time, and the guards of the palace were not prepared. He Weiwen rushed back to rescue him in time after receiving the news, but although the emperor was not in danger of his life, he lost two fingers during the assassination.
He just did a simple bandage, but now, the part of his hand is already dripping with blood.
He Weiwen sighed, and the attendant carrying the ointment and gauze behind him stepped forward and knelt beside the emperor, "Your Majesty, this servant will bandage you."
"Your Majesty?" The young emperor asked back and mocked. Since ancient times, people with physical defects are not qualified to be emperors, let alone such an obvious part, two fingers.
The attendant took his hand, but he didn't resist, but stubbornly looked up at He Weiwen, "All of this was planned by you, right? You want to be the emperor, right?"
He Weiwen smiled lightly and shook his head, sat down on a chair beside him, "I used to think about it."
The emperor broke down and laughed, "Sure enough! Haha! Thanks to me, I have a capable and loyal subject like General He..." The emperor has already started to go crazy.
He Weiwen took the teacup handed over by the servant, lifted the lid of the cup and flicked the tea twice, with a somewhat puzzled tone, "I'm very curious, your Majesty thinks, why should I work so loyally for you?"
The young emperor replied reflexively, "The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die. It is only natural for you to sacrifice your life for me."
"Tsk tsk." He Weiwen drank two sips of tea with a smile, "Your Majesty is right." He said this with full sincerity. The young emperor has experienced too many blows today, his spirit has already collapsed, and his face can no longer be distinguished. Is it tears or blood splashed from somewhere, "He Weiwen! You are a traitor, you will die!"
The attendant bandaged his hands, stood up and congratulated Wei Wen, saluted and waited for orders.
He Weiwen drank two more sips of tea, and said in a leisurely manner, "A traitor? If it wasn't for the minister, His Majesty's body might have melted into bones."
"You're trying to usurp the throne!!" The emperor yelled in dismay, grabbed the debris in his hand and threw it at He Weiwen's side, ignoring his own hand, which was already numb from the pain.
He Weiwen turned his head to avoid it, his eyes were icy cold, his voice was still gentle as always, "Tsk, do you really want your old Qin family to be extinct?"
The emperor froze, and He Weiwen glanced between his legs intentionally or unintentionally.
The emperor, who was emotionally broken, was cold all over. He had never doubted He Weiwen before, but now, he was twelve years old for the first time, and now it has been two years. There are so many women in the palace, none of them are pregnant, so he thought he was still young. Think about it now, He Weiwen!
The emperor bared his teeth and cracked his eyes, holding a large fragment, wanting to rush over to die with He Weiwen. But in the end, he did nothing, let go of the fragments in his hand, and lowered his head. He can't die, the Qin family, he wants to continue the blood of the Qin family.
He Weiwen twitched the corner of his mouth and clicked his tongue softly.
This cowardly character was not raised by him. If the emperor was a bit bloody, at least he would think highly of him.
I really don't know how the first emperor raised the crown prince. From the first time he met, the emperor had a self-consoling temperament.
**
The king wants the minister to die, but the minister has to die
Ah.
It also depends on whether the gentleman can make me willing.
—[Black box]