Mrs. Bu became a queen less than two months after Mrs. Ye, that is, Jiang Tangzhou's mother, passed away.
At that time, Jiang Tangzhou was suffering from insufficient food and clothing in the cold palace, but he could still hear the lively sounds outside. The palace lady who gave him the rotten buns told him: "You look so pitiful, hey! It is said that it is the most ruthless emperor's family. How long has it been since your mother left, and a new queen has been established."
The girl next to her hit her: "Don't talk nonsense, walls have ears."
The maid stuck out her tongue, covered her lips and smiled apologetically, then took out a bun from her bosom and handed it to him: "Here, just this one, is there any more?"
Little Jiang Tangzhou hadn't smelled the smell of meat for a long time, so he stuffed it into his mouth immediately.
Another court lady said: "Oh, please don't be so kind. In this kind of place where people can't spit out their bones, kindness will only become a sharp weapon to hurt yourself!"
"What does he know as a child?" The maid smiled and touched Xiao Jiangtangzhou's head, and waved at him before leaving.
Looking at the backs of the two leaving, the noise outside seems to be getting louder. Everyone in the palace seems to be very happy, immersed in the lively ceremony of setting up the queen. Except for him, no one can remember Just two months ago, in this position, a queen was given a cup of poisoned wine and died with regret.
After eating the meat buns, I seem to be even more hungry.
Little Jiang Tangzhou lay on the ground, listening to the sounds outside, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep in a daze.
The queen mother was killed by Song Qinzheng.
This matter has always been deeply engraved in Jiang Tangzhou's heart, and it has been like this since he was very young.
So when he knew that there was another possibility, he felt absurd at first, but then secretly felt a kind of rejoicing—fortunately, it turned out that Song Qinzheng didn't completely use her, maybe at the beginning, there was a little bit of it The... treat each other sincerely
Jiang Tangzhou didn't know either.
All this is just his guess.
For so many years, he still didn't know whether he should hate Song Qinzheng or thank Song Qinzheng.
Hate her for killing her own mother by despicable means, hate her for turning herself into a human gu just to save Jiang Yuzhou, hate him for clearly adopting herself under her body but not really taking care of her. He is a son.
But I am also thankful that she stretched out her hand and pulled her up when he was in hell, and I am also grateful that there was a time when she was very kind to him and made him really happy for a while.
For so many years, Jiang Tangzhou has not never thought about this matter, on the contrary, whenever it is midnight, these things will always linger in his mind, making him think about it over and over again, and go over and over again struggle.
What he cared about the most was actually the name that his mother called out when he died—Song Qinzheng.
What he cared about was that the hands that were stretched out to him were stained red with the blood of his mother.
And he's been kept in the dark.
"What is Ye Ting?" Bu Shi's scream pierced the eardrums suddenly, and Jiang Tangzhou suddenly came to his senses. Bu Shi repeated over and over again, "What is she? What is she! She It's just that she has a good family background, was born in a golden nest, and became a queen as soon as she entered the palace! And what about me? I have climbed to that position for so many years, but I can't compare to her with a good family background, how ridiculous!"
Mrs. Bu stood up abruptly, her blood-stained face looked particularly creepy and frightening, she burst out laughing suddenly: "Hahahaha... so what if she has a good family background?! Didn't she also die in my hands in the end? Say it, don't you?"
"Speak clearly!" Jiang Tangzhou grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up, his face terribly gloomy.
Ting Yu watched with trepidation - it was the first time for her to see her grandfather show such an expression in so many years.
It is indeed a little scary.
Jiang Tangzhou grabbed her by the throat and paused every word: "You, give, me, say, clear, clear!"
"Hahaha... cough cough..." Mrs. Bu struggled in Jiang Tangzhou's hand, and soon, she excitedly pushed Jiang Tangzhou's hand forward, trying to save herself from the gate of hell.
Jiang Tangzhou let go, and Mrs. Bu fell to the ground, looking up at Jiang Tangzhou: "You don't know... Hahaha, you don't know..."
"Ye Ting was not killed by Song Qinzheng at all!" The smile on Bu's face suddenly stopped. Ting was wronged, and she will be the target of blame. I will not be found out anyway, I will never be found out anyway—hahaha... "
"Ye Ting was killed by me!" Mrs. Bu confessed everything, "If it wasn't because I put those things in her palace, or because I encouraged Song Qinzheng to go to the late emperor to search her palace, It is impossible for Ye Ting to step down from that position, so when will I have a place? I can’t wait, and it’s not equal! My only regret is that the late emperor was so softhearted that he couldn’t do anything to you, and in the end he even agreed to let you That little bastard Song Qinzheng adopted you...hahaha...how could he adopt you? You are the former prince, if I adopt you, wouldn't my position be in jeopardy again?"
"Song Qinzheng can't live either! I can't let her live either!" Mrs. Bu laughed wildly again as she spoke, "You can't live. With me, you can't live. Qinguo belongs to me, so does this world. Mine, only I am qualified to stand in the highest position, you all have to prostrate to me and be my servants... "
Bu's maniacal laughter kept echoing in his ears, and Jiang Tangzhou felt his mind go berserk—the fact he believed to be true had already formed an extremely thick and indestructible city wall in his heart for so many years.
But suddenly on this day, it collapsed.
It turned out that all the truths he thought were not the truth.
He hated the person who once had a little compassion for him, but let go of his enemy whose hands were covered in blood for so many years.
Jiang Tangzhou's headache was about to explode, and the last word he heard before he passed out was "Master" that Ting Yu yelled out in panic.
...
The rapid and vigorous sound of horseshoes sounded rhythmically, and the sweaty horses wearing stars and wearing moons gradually came into sight from far to near, and the guards guarding the palace gate suddenly woke up, and immediately stood up when they saw the tired passers-by in the distance : "It's back!! The nobleman is back!!!"
This voice directly yelled that the Qinguo Imperial Palace, which was still sleeping peacefully, was instantly brightly lit, and countless people rushed towards the gate of the palace.
The clothes on Yin Wenzheng's body looked a bit tattered, his face was even more dirty, and he was sweating profusely, but he didn't even have time to rest, so he rode directly across the palace gate and headed for the palace. Countless people watched helplessly as he passed him by.
The guards following Yin Wenzheng stopped slowly one after another, and Yin Wenzheng alone never slowed down.
When he was about to approach the place where Jiang Tangzhou lived, the tiredness and seriousness on his face finally dissipated a bit, and he smiled unnaturally.
He had even thought about how Jiang Tangzhou would look when he saw him—he was determined to hold him tightly in his arms and tell him that he could live.
They can be together forever.
However, when he saw the hurried expressions of the people in the hall, Yin Wenzheng suddenly felt chills behind him, jumped off the horse suddenly, grabbed someone casually and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xie Yi's voice came over the crowd: "Young Master Yin has returned."
Yin Wenzheng hurriedly took three steps and took two steps forward: "What happened to Ah Tang?"
"King Zhen is ill," Xie Yi said, sweating profusely, frowning, "The attack started last night, and it hasn't stopped until now. It's been a whole day and night... Doctor Lin said that if he couldn't make it through, he might be At once… "
Of course, Yin Wenzheng understood the meaning of the voice that disappeared at the end.
He only felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and even breathing became a little difficult.
Yin Wenzheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Take me there."
Although he had tried his best to keep calm, his slightly trembling body while walking revealed his mood at the moment.
As soon as Yin Wenzheng arrived at the door, he saw Imperial Physician Lin coming out, his eyes lit up when he saw him, and he said, "Your Majesty, have you found the medicinal materials?"
"I found it!" Yin Wenzheng frantically took out a cloth pocket from his bosom.
Imperial Physician Lin took it, and said quickly: "Go and boil the medicinal materials first, remember, it must be boiled in a low fire, and there must be no mistakes in this matter!"
A group of maids took their orders and hurried to the small kitchen.
Only at this moment did Imperial Physician Lin turn his head to look at Yin Wenzheng, and said, "Has Your Majesty made up his mind?"
"Nonsense!" Yin Wenzheng took a breath, "When shall we start?"
"You can start after the medicinal materials are boiled into a thick shape," said Imperial Physician Lin, taking a deep breath, "Does Your Majesty know... what you will face?"
"I know, you have told me over and over again." Yin Wenzheng waved his hands impatiently, "Don't remind me again here, hurry up and go to the small kitchen to look at the group of maids."
Doctor Lin looked at the back of Yin Wenzheng walking into the room, finally closed his eyes, and shook his head gently.
After half a month, seeing Jiang Tangzhou again, Yin Wenzheng felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.
He thought about it many times - when they meet again, Jiang Tangzhou might smile and touch his head or hug him, but he dare not think about this person lying on the bed, unable to open his eyes.
His A Tang was almost getting thinner than before he left, the corners of his mouth, which were always slightly curved, drooped lifelessly at this moment, only a faint breath remained to indicate that he was still alive.
Yin Wenzheng's eyes were a little red, and he bent down to hug Jiangtangzhou lightly, and his gentle voice sounded softly: "Atang..."
"Sorry, I'm late."
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There are two chapters today, babies~