If it was Emperor Taiping when he was young, he might really have pulled out the Shangfang sword beside him, and beheaded Jing'an Bohe Yanwen with a single stroke of fury.
Emperor Taiping, who was approaching the year of his destiny, had cultivated his energy to the extreme. Years of supremacy had made him the true king of the world, and ordinary things could not affect his mood at all.
That's why when he mentioned the thing that he regretted the most and stuck in his throat when he was young, he finally suppressed his emotions and didn't let himself lose his mind.
Emperor Taiping's gloomy gaze shot down from his high position. If gaze could kill, Jing'anbo would have turned into a sieve at this time.
Although Emperor Taiping's eyes were terrifying, Jing Anbo couldn't back down at this moment. He had persisted for so many years, and the secret could only rot in his stomach until now!
"Okay, He Yanwen, you are really good! You are a dog of that group of people, and to this day, you are still a dog who can't change and eat shit!"
Such vulgar words were uttered from the mouth of Emperor Taiping, the lord of the world, one can imagine how angry he was.
Enduring Emperor Taiping's wrath, Jing Anbo knelt down silently. He lowered his head slightly and knelt on the floor of Qinzheng Hall. His back was straight, as if he had bowed his head and compromised. In fact, it is a silent protest.
Emperor Taiping couldn't sit still behind the case, he got up and walked around behind the case with his hands behind his back, his eyes turned red with anger.
He stopped suddenly, "He Yanwen, are you still unwilling to talk about it?"
Uncle Jing'an cupped his hands at Emperor Taiping's downcast eyes, "My lord, I have nothing to say."
"You have nothing to say, He Yanwen, you are Ah Xun's senior brother! You both graduated from the same school, and she treats you as a real elder brother!"
Jing Anbo squeezed his chapped lips, "My lord, it is precisely because I am Ah Xun's senior brother that I want to keep this secret."
"Okay, you are really good. You are worthy of being called the Zhongyong Zhennan General. If you are determined, you can die in Mingzhou!"
Uncle Jing An sighed slightly in his heart, "Your Majesty, it's been so many years, why do you still bother with this matter, Ah Xun passed away more than ten years ago, she only hopes you live well."
Uncle Jing'an's words made Emperor Taiping almost unable to stand, and Eunuch Wei who was beside him quickly supported the emperor beside him.
There was a bitter smile on Emperor Taiping's lips. Even though he had guessed that Ye Xun was no longer alive many years ago, when the news was confirmed by others, he still didn't want to believe it for a while.
He murmured, "So she really went."
"Can you tell me where her tomb is?" Emperor Taiping's originally awe-inspiring gaze turned gray in an instant, and he glanced at Jing'an Bo, who was kneeling in the hall, with a trace of expectation.
Uncle Jing An couldn't bear it for a moment, and wanted to just tell Emperor Taiping, but he quickly regained his senses and shook his head silently and firmly.
Emperor Taiping, who was immersed in grief, suddenly coughed violently. He swept the memorial, brush washers, inkstones, paperweights and other things on the imperial case to the ground, and the ink in the ink pool spilled all over the floor. Unbearable.
Emperor Taiping kept coughing on his knees, and he didn't know if he was coughing too much, or if he was really sad, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes at some point.
Eunuch Wei was taken aback, he quickly helped his master pat his back, and glared at Jing Anbo who was kneeling below.
It took a while for Emperor Taiping's cough to calm down.
With the help of Eunuch Wei, he sat back on the court case again, and then coldly uttered an emotionless word to Uncle Jing An who was still kneeling in the hall, "Get out!"
Uncle Jing'an raised his eyes slightly to glance at the dragon seat, got up, saluted Emperor Taiping as a standard, and left Qinzheng Hall quietly.
I don't know how long Jing'anbo has been away, but Emperor Taiping who was sitting behind the case suddenly asked: "Wei Chenghai, do you think I am too greedy?"
At first he thought he would forget it quickly, but as time went by, Ah Xun became more and more clear in his mind. He wanted to know if she was doing well, what she would be like when she was old, and what she wanted to know. I don't want him, but now, there is really nothing left.
Ah Xun is no longer in this world, and has left him forever.
Eunuch Wei followed Emperor Taiping when he was the prince, and knew his affairs the most clearly.
Those things back then, no one was forced to do so.
It was not the fault of Emperor Taiping alone, nor was it the fault of Bo Jing'an alone.
But at this time Emperor Taiping was in such a state of mind, how could he tell the truth, he could only comfort him by following Emperor Taiping's words.
"Your Majesty, as long as people are alive, there is greed. It is understandable for Your Majesty to miss Miss Ye Xun, but Your Majesty is now the lord of a country. No matter how important Miss Ye Xun is, she should not be everything to you."
Emperor Taiping understood that Eunuch Wei was right, but he was still sad.
He will never see Ah Xun again...
How could he not be sad!
"But I still feel uncomfortable, and I can't control myself at all."
Eunuch Wei stopped talking now, he just stayed by Emperor Taiping's side in silence.
Who would have thought that the high and mighty emperor would be in such pain.
In the next few days, Emperor Taiping's complexion was not very good during the morning court, and after another day or two, the early morning of this day directly stopped the morning court for a day.
According to the news from the imperial physician, Emperor Taiping had a cold and a fever.
Fortunately, Emperor Taiping's Chaogang was stable on weekdays, and he was only slightly ill, otherwise bad news would have to spread.
The Longevity Day is approaching, and all the ministers who did not go to the early court are thinking about what gift to give to Emperor Taiping on the Longevity Day.
This time is Emperor Taiping's fiftieth birthday, but we can't be careless.
At this time, He Changdi, who came back early, was also discussing with Chu Lian about the birthday gift in Songtao Garden.
He is now holding an important position in the court, and he is not a member of a family who has never been an official. He wants to prepare a ceremony for Emperor Taiping.
Chu Lian's expression was wrong since getting up this morning. Although she tried her best to cover it up, He Changdi could tell it at a glance.
In addition to the cancellation of the morning court today, he was worried about his wife, so he came back early in the morning.
When He Sanlang returned to Songtao Garden, Chu Lian was still taking an afternoon nap in the bedroom.
Half of her small face was buried under the quilt, and half of her cheeks were so red from sleeping that one couldn't help but want to reach out and touch her.
He Changdi dismissed the maid who served in the room, walked lightly to the bed, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Then he stretched out his hand and pulled away the quilt covering Chu Lian's small face.
Chu Lian was holding onto the quilt with one hand, but He Changdi pulled her hand and woke her up immediately.
When she opened her eyes, there was a moment of panic and loss of focus. When she finally focused her gaze on He Changdi in front of her, she seemed to have regained her consciousness.
He Sanlang frowned slightly.
Chu Lian's condition is not right today.
His little wife is the most lethargic on weekdays, she is still very heavy when she falls asleep, sometimes she won't wake up no matter how much he teases her, but today she woke up with a start just by a small movement.
He Changdi reached out and touched her forehead. The temperature was normal and she was not sick.
He softened his voice, leaned over and said to Chu Lian, "Do you still want to continue sleeping? Do you want me to sleep with you for a while?"
Chu Lian hesitated for a while, as if she had just understood the meaning of He Changdi's words, she twitched the corners of her mouth, and her originally clear and lively eyes seemed listless.
"No, I'll get up right now." As he spoke, Chu Lian had already propped himself up.
He Changdi glanced at the time, and calculated the time, Chu Lian only slept for a quarter of an hour.
"What? Had a nightmare?"
Chu Lian looked up at him, just about to shake his head, then nodded hesitantly.
He Changdi's cold and handsome face melted like the first snow, he sat down beside Chu Lian, and stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms, "I'm usually quite courageous, why was I suddenly frightened by a nightmare, come on, come with me Tell me what kind of dream you had, and let me hear if it was really scary."
Following his strength, Chu Lian rested her head on his solid chest.
Her gaze became distant for a moment, she had just dreamed that she had returned to the modern age, and everything she had experienced in the Great Wu Dynasty had become a dream, and there was no longer this snake-sick husband, He Sanlang, by her side...
After waiting for a while, He Changdi didn't hear his wife speak.
He lowered his eyes and saw the thick eyelashes of the little woman in his arms trembling, and her face was a little pale. He touched Chu Lian's little hand, and found that the soft little hand was icy cold.
"Are you really uncomfortable?"
Chu Lian suddenly pulled out He Changdi's hand, and then suddenly stretched out his arms to hug He Sanlang tightly.
She buried her head in the skirt of He Changdi's chest, and after a while, He Changdi heard his wife's muffled soft voice coming into her ears.
"He Changdi, you should never leave, okay?"
On weekdays, Chu Lian had never done this at all. He Changdi's heart warmed when he heard her request that was similar to a confession.
His gaze became more and more gentle, and he gently patted Chu Lian's back with his big palm.
"Lian'er, don't worry, I won't leave you."
Chu Lian pushed He Changdi away, then kissed his thin lips heavily.
He Sanlang was just stunned for a moment, and the next second he turned back to the customer.
There was a hint of secret joy and excitement in his heart. He and Chu Lian had been husband and wife for so long, and every time they were together, he took the initiative. This was the first time she was so enthusiastic.
Soon, the skirts of both of them fell under the bed.
The bedroom is warmed by red candles.
This time, because it was Chu Lian who took the initiative, He Sanlang was extraordinarily excited, and he had to ask three times before letting her go.
When the clouds gathered and the rain rested, Chu Lian was already tired and fell asleep.
He Changdi only wore a sky-blue pajamas and outer robe, and his strong chest was exposed outside. His black hair was scattered behind him, and two strands fell on his shoulders. Such a lazy appearance weakened his icy temperament and made him The handsome man has a touch of evil charm.
He Changdi stretched out his slender fingers to touch Chu Lian's slightly flushed cheeks, his slightly rough fingertips slid over the long eyelashes, his straight nose, red lips like petals, and finally fell on the delicate collarbone superior.
He couldn't help but leaned over and pecked Chu Lian's lips, and stretched out his hand to brush away her sweaty hair.
Maybe it was because the touch just now made Chu Lian itchy, she frowned, and turned her face to avoid the itchy touch.
He Changdi raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly.
Then his eyes deepened, and with his arms, he wrapped Chu Lian into his arms and closed his eyes.
After half an hour, He Changdi got up and went to the study.
He recruited several big maids around Chu Lian, Nanny Gui, and Nanny Zhong to find out why.
But even Xiyan didn't know what Chu Lian was worrying about, she could only see that Chu Lian was uneasy these two days, and the specific reason was that even she didn't know what it was.
Chu Lian, who seemed to be still asleep, opened her eyes after He Changdi got up and left the bedroom.
She blinked and looked at the tent above her head, a little dazed and a little scared, after all, everything she knew about the Great Wu Dynasty was over until yesterday...
She only read half of that book, and she knew nothing about it.
It was like a sniper in a strange place who suddenly lost the sniper rifle she relied on for survival. This situation affected her mood, made her lose her sense of security, and couldn't help being afraid and panicking.
Chu Lian took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually changed from the original confusion to firmness.
She believed that even without such golden fingers, she could still live well.
Thinking about it this way, Chu Lian's mood brightened.
She also remembered that although she knew what would happen in the future, He Changdi still exceeded her expectations, so not everything developed according to the original book, and the biggest accidents were all caught by her.
She has been feeling uneasy for several days because of this matter, she is purely looking for guilt.
Looking at it this way, there is no difference between knowing the plot of the original book and not knowing the plot of the original book. It is enough for her to be herself.
After thinking it over, and recalling that he was so active in front of He Changdi before, Chu Lian's face turned completely red.
She called out to ask Qingqing.
"Where is your husband?"
Wen Qing carefully glanced at the third grandma, saw that the third grandma's complexion was ruddy, and her apricot eyes were curved, she understood that she was in a much better mood than yesterday, and she also felt relieved, seeing that the third grandma was unhappy, the third young master wished to put the whole Songtao Garden The person who is here will be fined!
"Go back to the third grandma, the third young master is in the study, do you want to go there?"
Chu Lian thought for a while, then nodded.
Wenqing waited on her and put on a silver-red five-panel skirt, and chose a few matching pearl hairpins to wear between her black hair, which was simple and dignified.
He Changdi was leaning on the desk with his eyes closed and thinking about something, his fingers subconsciously touched the sapphire ring on his thumb.
Hearing the sound of the study door being pushed open, he slowly opened his deep pupils.
Seeing that it was Chu Lian who came in, he was a little surprised, and seeing the smile on her face, his mood that was clouded just now also disappeared with the clouds.
He Changdi waved to Chu Lian.
Chu Lian walked quickly to his side.
"Why did you come to the study alone?"
He Sanlang didn't have an open document in front of him, and even the ink pool in the inkstone next to him was dry, so he wasn't dealing with official business.
He Changdi pressed his palms hard, and Chu Lian was hugged and sat on his lap.
Chu Lian struggled twice but didn't break away, so he just let him go.
He Changdi is tall and has long legs, and Chu Lian is petite. Sitting on his lap like this, it looks a bit like He Changdi is hugging his delicate "daughter".
He Sanlang found a strand of Chu Lian's silky hair with his slender fingertips and wrapped it around his fingertips, and a deep magnetic voice sounded above Chu Lian's head, "I'm thinking about what to prepare for the Longevity Festival."
Chu Lian had been out of his mind for the past two days, only to be reminded by He Changdi that the Longevity Day was approaching.
This year's Wanshou Festival is Emperor Taiping's fiftieth birthday, and even the Empress Dowager said that it will be a big event.
At that time, these high-grade foreign wives will also enter the palace to celebrate their birthdays.
Not only did He Changdi have to prepare gifts, but as the Lord of Jinyi Township, she also had to prepare her own gifts.
Seeing that his thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, Chu Lian asked, "Do you have any ideas?"
He Changdi stretched out his arm to stop Chu Lian's slightly slipping waist, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "How about snowy mountains and hazy flowers?"
As the lord of the Great Wu Dynasty, Emperor Taiping needed money the most. To give him a gift for his birthday, of course it must be sent to his heart.
The young couple were not close to Emperor Taiping, so they naturally didn't know his hobbies, so they could only choose some novelty things as gifts.
There is still one snow-mountain haze flower that was used as medicine for Mrs. Jing'an back then. According to Dr. Miao, the snow-mountain haze flower in the extreme north of Mount Aming is more precious than century-old mountain ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum, although it is not curable. The exaggerated situation of all diseases, but it can be used as a medicine for many stubborn diseases, and it will have surprising effects.
This was passed down from the father of Physician Miao Shen, and the pharmacology of Xueshan Lanhua was not even known to the Imperial Physician, who was the head of the group of physicians in the palace.
Such a wonderful medicine is not shabby as a gift to Emperor Taiping.
Chu Lian thought for a while and nodded, "It just so happens that we still have one flower left. This kind of congratulatory gift is much more decent than those gold, stone and jade objects."
So the young couple decided on a gift for Emperor Taiping's Longevity Day.
Seeing that she was in a much better mood, He Changdi joked, "Have you thought about what to give Lian'er?"
Chu Lian smiled slyly, "It's much simpler for me, I'll cook a dish and bring it to the palace."
He Sanlang tapped the tip of Chu Lian's nose, and he suddenly said seriously: "We will move out after the Longevity Festival."
Chu Lian suddenly sat up straight, her eyes widened and she dared not answer: "Really? Have you discussed it with Dad?"
He Changdi nodded. In the past two days, he and his father have cleared the entire uncle's mansion.
I also figured out why the elder brother He Changqi suddenly asked to marry Pan Nianzhen, and at the same time wanted to give up the position of heir to He Changjue.
It turned out that the great aunt He Ying brought Pan Nianzhen to find He Changqi in private.
Said that he, as the eldest son of the family, ruined the family tradition, if he did not marry Pan Nianzhen, He Ying would publicize this scandal and discredit the entire Bo family.
He Changqi, who was on the tip of his horn, made that decision in desperation.
He Changdi has already discussed with Bo Jing'an, and in two days, He Ying's mother and daughter will be sent to Zhuangzi, and the generals will be sent to guard them.
Some of the servants of Qingyutang also need to be replaced, so as not to cause another accident.
As soon as Uncle Jing'an came back, the marriage of the second brother He Changjue was also on the agenda.
Eldest brother He Changqi just divorced not long ago, so is he in a hurry to remarry
Once the second elder brother He Changqi gets married, it won't be very good for him, the third younger brother who has been enfeoffed as a Marquis, to stay in the mansion, so it's better to separate out and live alone.
In addition, Mrs. He still has a problem with Chu Lian, so it's better for them to set up another mansion.
In fact, the old lady didn't know about it, but He Changdi didn't plan to tell her grandmother before officially moving out.
Seeing that He Sanlang's arrangement was so orderly, Chu Lian's heart was filled with irony, and her almond eyes curled up when she smiled.
"Then where will we live in the future?"
Even though Chu Lian lived in the Great Wu Dynasty for nearly a year, she is still a modern person in her bones, and she still hopes to have a small family of herself and He Changdi.
He Sanlang had already looked at several houses in secret, he lowered his head and smiled slightly, "I'll take you to see it some other day?"
Naturally, Chu Lian agreed happily. They are not short of money now, and they still have to choose a mansion that suits their wishes.
The young couple here are completely gloomy, but they don't know that disaster is brewing in the other place.
Outside a small courtyard of an ordinary house in the west of Shengjing City, an ordinary carriage stopped.
The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a middle-aged man in gray clothes who jumped out of the carriage first, with a long sword pinned to his waist, jumped out of the carriage, opened the curtain respectfully, and gave the young man inside to Helped down.
The young man who got out of the car had a delicate face. If it weren't for the protruding Adam's apple between his neck, he would really be beautiful and indistinguishable.
Wei Jia followed Xiao Bojian, and whispered in his ear: "Master, this is here."
Xiao Bojian frowned, then straightened his clothes and pushed the door open.
The layout of this remote small courtyard is the most common residential layout. The small courtyard is divided into east and west wing rooms and a main house. There is a persimmon tree planted in the courtyard, and a well is next to the persimmon tree.
Xiao Bojian glanced over, only to see a maid in Tsing Yi guarding the door of the West Wing.
He paused, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up.
He walked towards the west wing with big strides, Wei Jia bowed his head and rooted behind him, finally Xiao Bojian opened the door and entered the west wing, Wei Jia stayed outside the door together with the maidservant in green.
It didn't take long before there was a burst of ambiguous voices from men and women in the West Wing.
The woman's voice was unfamiliar, but coquettish.
Wei Jia is a martial arts practitioner, and his five senses are sensitive. He frowned when he heard this, and the face of the girl in Tsing Yi beside him was also flushed.
After half an hour, the west wing finally calmed down.
The guards guarding the door also let out a sigh of relief.
The room was filled with a strong smell.
The furnishings in the room are simple, only one bed, one table and two chairs. However, the things are all good things, obviously specially arranged.
At this time, the voices of men and women talking came from the closed bed curtain.
The male voice is Xiao Bojian, his voice is easily recognizable with a hint of coldness and coldness.
But the female voice is soft and sweet, tactful and coquettish.
Listening to the female voice, one can tell that this woman is not very young, at least over twenty years old.
She giggled, and scraped Xiao Bojian's white chest, which seemed thin, with her bright red nails.
"I didn't expect Zhuangyuan Lang to be so powerful. My wife was almost killed by you."
Xiao Bojian hugged the woman with a mature and plump body in his arms, disgust flashed again in his eyes, he raised his mouth, lowered his head and blew hot air on the woman's ear, stretched his big palm under the quilt to pinch the woman's plump chest, I squeezed hard.
"I'm so powerful, wouldn't it be good to satisfy you?"
The woman laughed amused by his words immediately, her plump body also trembled, she put her thighs on Xiao Bojian's body, twisting deliberately.
"Madam Ben just likes your powerful look."
Xiao Bojian suddenly pushed the woman away.
"What happened to what I asked you to do?"
His voice finally couldn't hide it, and it was cold.
If it wasn't for this woman still by his side, he couldn't help but jump into the tub to wash his body immediately.
The woman giggled wantonly twice, and she stuck to Xiao Bojian Chiguo's back again, stroking Xiao Bojian's smooth back with her palm, and then went down further and further.
"Don't you feel relieved about my wife's affairs? Master Xiao, how can you thank me this time?"
As soon as the woman's voice fell, Xiao Bojian felt that the important parts in front of her body were wrapped by a slippery hand.