After the powerful minister was reborn, he married the delicate girl back home

After Gu Xingmo left, Zhou Yin stared blankly at the unreviewed memorial on the table, frowning as if he was worried about something.

"Su Sheng, tell me what he is thinking about now?"

The father-in-law named "Su Sheng" has been with Zhou Yin since he was a child and has been waiting for him for decades. He guessed Zhou Yin's thoughts accurately. He immediately bowed down and replied: "From what I see, what should Gu Zhuangyuan be thinking about?" It is only right to repay the Holy Spirit."

It was the first time he saw Su Sheng so blatantly facing an official. Zhou Yin raised his eyebrows and joked with a smile: "What benefits did he give you to ask you to protect him like this?"

The general manager of Ouchi privately accepted bribes from officials, which was considered a capital crime according to the laws of the Northern Dynasties.

If he were an ordinary little eunuch, he would have been frightened by the majesty of the emperor, but Su Sheng remained calm, bowed even lower, and replied respectfully: "It's not the slave who protects Gu Zhuangyuan, it's the Holy One who protects him."

Zhou Yin laughed heartily, and his laughter echoed in the huge imperial study room, fearing that it might shatter the eaves.

After laughing enough, Zhou Yin stroked his beard and couldn't help but sigh: "Except for you and Ayun, no one in this world knows me anymore."

"Let's go, Su Sheng, accompany me to see Ayun."

"Yes."

He changed into purple brocade casual clothes, and tied up his long hair with a golden crown. Although he was middle-aged, he was not as handsome as the young man back then, but his charm and grace had not diminished, and he had a unique charm that had accumulated over time.

And in this room full of slaves, he only brought Su Sheng, and he only trusted Su Sheng.

Walking through the dilapidated and abandoned side halls of the Cold Palace, it was so gloomy. I don’t know how many concubines had been here to grind to death, and the pink beauty had turned into withered bones. It was the saddest thing in the world.

Zhou Yin thought about it carefully and felt that they were really pitiful. But then he thought that the ancestors of the past and present were also quite pitiful. They might be like him. They obviously like girls to the core, but they can't keep her by their side openly. Even if they can She is afraid that too much pampering will kill her...

I heard that when his father was choosing a concubine, his grandfather once warned him not to choose the one he liked the most.

After hearing this, the father let the girl he liked go. Later, he doted on the queen only because the queen's eyebrows and eyes were 70% like hers. But later, the mother changed and became only fighting for favor and power. The father said that her ugly face would no longer matter. Not as innocent as before, Zhou Yin knew that his father was actually saying that his mother was no longer like her.

My sister is the only one favored by her father, not only because of her intelligence, but also because of her mother's face, or more like the face that even though she has not entered the palace, her father will miss her all her life.

People say that the most ruthless imperial family is the most ruthless, but the Zhou family is an exception. They have love affairs from generation to generation.

Zhou Yin shook his landscape folding fan and walked slowly for a long time. He passed through the cold palace and saw a small courtyard. Two men in black were guarding the door vigilantly. When they saw him coming, they saluted and opened the door.

There is a towering tree outside the small courtyard. Zhou Yin knows that there are masters in that tree, even the sweepers and humble cooks in this courtyard... all of them are skilled in martial arts, and he carefully selected them to protect Ayun. of.

It was once said that the emperor's golden house hid his beauties. Although he did not build a golden house, he still spent a lot of effort.

Zhou Yin pushed the door open and Su Sheng stood waiting outside.

In the room, there is a woman wearing a blue skirt with double butterfly and cloud shapes. She is taking a nap while leaning on the imperial concubine's couch. It is early autumn, the day is still a bit hot, and the night has gradually turned cold. The woman's waist is covered with a red and white The thin quilt beside her could not block her slightly bulging belly. She still held the rattle she had given her earlier in her hand. She was sleeping peacefully and sweetly, as beautiful as a fairy.

Zhou Yin sat down slowly and stared at Wang Yanyun's appearance, as if dumbfounded. Although they were twins, she was different from the queen.

Wang Yanyun was a light sleeper. She noticed the movement around her and woke up quickly. She opened her pair of slightly watery peach blossom eyes, her beautiful fair face was slightly red, and she looked extremely gentle.

"Husband, you are here."

She called Zhou Yin husband, but she was not the queen. If anyone heard her, they would probably scold her for "ignoring etiquette."

Zhou Yin didn't care. If he could, he really wanted to give up all this and live in seclusion among the people with Ayun, living a life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, staying with each other every day.

"Well, I'm here." This single sentence was full of affection.

Zhou Yin stretched out his hand to caress Wang Yanyun's abdomen and asked softly: "Your Majesty, are you good today? Are you making trouble?"

Wang Yanyun shook his head, then seemed to remember something, his eyes suddenly lit up, he pressed Zhou Yin's hand on his abdomen, and replied excitedly: "He moved and kicked my stomach, you touch it" , maybe he knows dad is coming."

When she said this, Zhou Yin was also a little excited, but the two waited for a long time, and the child didn't respond.

Zhou Yin was fine, but Wang Yanyun lowered her head, fearing that the word "disappointment" was not written on her face. She finally convinced Zhou Yin to have this child. She just wanted to cherish the time the family of three spent together, so that she would not leave any regrets. .

Seeing her disappointment, Zhou Yin reached out and touched her head and comforted her: "There will be opportunities in the future, Ayun."

Wang Yanyun nodded reluctantly and leaned on Zhou Yin's shoulder, with red eyes. He didn't know that his body was already at the end of its life. Doctor Zhao said that she would give birth before she could reach full term. By then, the child and she could only Live one.

She had to have a child. She wouldn't be able to survive for a few years. If she died, she would still have a child to accompany her husband and Aling.

"Husband, you have to treat our children and my sister well. You have to promise me." It seemed like he was being coquettish or leaving some last words. Zhou Yin didn't like it. He didn't like it very much.

He hugged Wang Yanyun and talked to himself: "When you are born, I will send you mother and son to the people. It will not take more than two years at the latest. When I choose the successor, I will fake my death and come to find you." , Ayun, how about we take the children to visit the mountains and rivers then? Go see the golden sunrise in the desert, the extremely cold snow and wind..."

When he finished speaking, he found that Wang Yanyun had already fallen asleep on his shoulder. Zhou Yin smiled fondly, and then whispered softly: "You are Aling, my good Aling."

And that night, Wang Yanyun leaned in Zhou Yin's arms and had a dream, dreaming of his childhood.

When I dreamed that her name was Wang Yanling...