Lingbo Luanqing Song

Palace Lichun Garden

At that time, the emperor Siyang Chengqian was sitting in the pavilion looking at the pear blossoms in full bloom around him, and the wine was warming in the wine vessel beside him.

Zhao Ling followed the eunuch leading the way to the outside of the pavilion, looked at the emperor in the pavilion, and frowned unconsciously.

"Meet Your Majesty".

Zhao Ling saluted politely, but the emperor knew that this seemingly respectful salute was extremely perfunctory.

Siyang Chengxu sighed imperceptibly, "Sit down."

Zhao Ling sat respectfully opposite the emperor, staring at the wine vessel beside him, waiting for him to speak.

"You blame me for taking your Nine Dragon Qin Tianjian?"

Zhao Ling chuckled, "The Nine Dragons Qin Tian Sword belongs to His Majesty, so it should be taken back."

"I gave you this sword to give you the right to mobilize troops, and you will live up to your expectations and take back the front line of the Nujiang River. But, under such a favorable situation, why did you abandon Langzhou City? This is simply nonsense!"

Although Si Yang Chengqian tried his best to make this question as plain as possible, he was still not angry.

Zhao Ling raised his head and looked at the Ninth Five Lord in front of him, and sneered, "Your Majesty, don't you know? The imperial court has already lost the hearts of the people in the south, so what can we do if we leave a city?!"

Si Yang Chengqian frowned, he actually understood all these principles.I have been in charge of the government for more than [-] years. Although I have made great efforts to govern, it is still difficult to make up for the turmoil and decay of the dynasty for decades.Most of the cities in the south were captured by Fan Ji, and there was only one city left in Langzhou. In addition, the people's hearts had been lost, and this city could not be kept.

In the Battle of Langzhou, Zhao Ling ordered Zhao Mingde, who was originally guarding Langzhou City, to send his troops north to attack Mu Wang's army from east to west, regaining all the cities occupied by the bandit army in one go, and joining forces to seal the state.But she herself only left [-] soldiers to lure the enemy to besiege the city, buying time for Zhao and his son to fight on the northern front.

Si Yang Chengqian looked at Zhao Ling who was sitting opposite, and suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly,

"How can you put yourself in danger?! Put yourself in such a dangerous situation!"

After asking this sentence, Si Yang Chengqian himself understood a little bit. Rather than being angry at her for giving up Langzhou when the situation was favorable, it was better to say that she was angry at her for putting herself in danger.

The pain from the wrist made Zhao Ling's pretty brows furrowed, "You hurt me."

Si Yang Chengqian, who came back to his senses, let go of his hand in a hurry, "Yes, I'm sorry."

Zhao Ling touched the red wrist that had just been held and said sarcastically: "It's been so many years, you're still like this, and your temperament changes drastically when you look at me squarely. Why, does it make you think of me every time you look at me like this? she?"

The emperor on the side clenched his fists suddenly when he heard these words.

"Since Your Majesty has nothing else to do, the courtier will leave."

Although Zhao Ling's words were respectful, there was no warmth in his tone.

Just when she stood up and turned around, the emperor, who could no longer bear it, yelled, "Si Yangling, I am your father!"

The emperor was furious and laid down millions of dead bodies. The attendants who had already retreated in the distance heard the emperor's anger in the pavilion and knelt down one after another. Some timid people were already trembling with fright.

As for the instigator, Zhao Ling, no, it should be Si Yangling, but he stood there and laughed at himself.

"When I was abandoned by you and sent to Prince Yong's Mansion a few days after I was born, I only had my father and no father!"

She stared closely at the biological father in front of her, the Ninth Five-Year King of this dynasty, her tone was extremely cold.

"Because I am like her, you threw me out of the palace and left me in Prince Yong's Mansion. Just because I am like her, you have never really looked at me in the past 20 years, and every brief collision of eyes will make me You get moody. Just because I'm like her... I, like a sinner."

Hearing Zhao Ling's words, the emperor, who was originally in a rage, seemed to be drained of all his strength suddenly, and sat down dejectedly.

"Your birth caused her to die from blood, and I told myself that she died because of you. I stayed by her side who had fallen asleep for a few days, and slowly realized that she really would never wake up again. At this moment, the nanny brought you in, and I saw you who had opened your eyes, and your eyebrows and eyes were so similar to her who was lying quietly beside you..."

Si Yang Chengqian's voice was trembling, "I can't... I can't imagine facing you every day in the days to come, I'm afraid... I'm afraid your eyes will drown me in them, Forever..."

The emperor in Zhao Ling's eyes was slowly blurred by the tears pouring out. She sat down slowly, took a deep breath and tried to calm down. It was the grievance and unwillingness to be abandoned by her biological father for more than ten years.

"So over the past ten years or so, you have continuously given the best things to Prince Yong's Mansion, and you even gave me the seven-dragon-coiled-dragon jade belt regulated by the crown prince. Is this considered compensation?"

Si Yang Chengqian looked at this daughter who seemed to be extremely cold in front of him forever, and shook his head: "You are a child of Luoer, and you should have the most noble thing in the world. If you were a man, I wouldn't have to Among that group of mediocre people, I took pains to choose the prince! A prince born to a concubine can wear seven dragons around his waist. You are the direct princess born to the empress of the dynasty, and my only direct bloodline, why not?!"

Si Yang Chengqian's eyes were red, he gently held his daughter's hand, and finally cast his eyes on Zhao Ling's eyes.

"I have decided to move the capital to the north, Ling'er, come with me!"

Since the imperial court lost Langzhou, the last important town in the south, Fan Ji's rebel army has taken control of the entire south. Their next step must be to repair their armaments and go north to attack Kyoto. The terrain of Kyoto is flat and it is not easy to hold on. If important feudal towns are lost, the enemy will be able to attack all over the country.Moving the capital to the north and using Kyoto as the base camp to fight against Fan Ji is the safest choice now.

Zhao Ling's heart hurt for a moment. She didn't know how much courage it took for an emperor to blurt out these words. It has been 20 years, and he and I only have a glimpse at the royal family dinner every New Year's Eve. Since learning about her life experience, she seems to have been abandoned by the world. Although Prince Yong and his son have treated her very well, all this Neither can make up for the piece that has really been missing over the years.And now, I finally know that my father, whom I have hated for many years, actually still loves me.

Zhao Ling looked at the emperor who was no longer young. Her heart longed for this lost and regained fatherly love. However, if Prince Mu and his son fought on the front line, Princess Mu and Zhao Mingge would be taken as pawns by the emperor to the northern capital. The battle ahead failed, and Zhao Mingge's mother and son were in danger. ． ．

Before he could say the words of refusal, Si Yang Chengqian held Zhao Ling's hand tightly again, "I, Da Yun, have a precedent of being an empress. If you want, father will support you to ascend to the throne. Do everything I can Made it for you."

At this time, the Liyuan had a gentle breeze and strong sunlight. Zhao Ling felt the warmth from the palm of the emperor in front of her, and expressed hope in her eyes. However, at this moment, only Zhao Mingge appeared in her mind.This was a long struggle that seemed to last only a moment. Zhao Ling pulled out the hand that was being held without a trace,

"Who is His Majesty planning to let stay in the capital?"

The light in Siyang Chengqian's eyes went out little by little, and he took out a jug of warm wine from the wine vessel at the side with a little embarrassment and filled it up on his own, "Let Lun'er stay here!"

"Prince? But he doesn't have enough courage and prestige, how can he convince the public?"

When Si Yang Chengqian heard his daughter's straightforward evaluation of the prince he had chosen, he coughed helplessly, "Zhao Yang, father and son, and Ke'er will stay to assist him."

"I think the only one who has some talents in the direct line of the royal family is Si Yangke, the son of Prince Yong." Zhao Ling then stabbed the emperor.

"What about my father?"

"Except for the officials and generals who stayed behind, the rest of the royal family and their relatives will all follow me to the north."

Zhao Ling's phoenix pupils narrowed. Taking the father and keeping the son was still the royal intrigue.

Zhao Ling stood up and walked out of the pavilion, "You let me go around in front of King Yong for so many years, and you also made him suffer for so many years watching me look more and more like my mother, and now my mother has passed away In the past 20 years, the grievances between you and King Yong should have faded, after all, he is your only direct brother."

The emperor in the pavilion drank the wine in his cup, "Princess Mu's pear blossom brew will never taste like your mother's..."

The first empress was good at brewing pear flower wine. Although the emperor built a pear spring garden next to the imperial garden specially for this purpose, and planted a large pear tree in it, the first empress still went to the pear flower platform in the south garden of Mu Wangfu to collect petals every year. The first sip of wine that will be opened in the next year is mostly sent to the Prince Mu's Palace by Empress Xian.Ever since the queen passed away, every year the emperor would send someone to take away a jar of the pear blossom brewed by Princess Mu.

'So and so, why bother. ． ． '

Zhao Ling, who turned around and left, finally had tears streaming down his cheeks.

The author has something to say:

Si Yang is a surname, because there is really someone with the surname Si Yang around him. This rare surname is so rare that it can't even be found on the Internet.I thought it sounded good, so I used it as a pseudonym, which happened to be borrowed in the article.