Empress is very harmonious GL

Sweetwater Village.

Just as Dongfang showed a little white belly, a rooster crowing broke the tranquility of the village.

It is winter now, and it is the time for self-cultivation, so even though the sky is clear, the village is still quiet, and the villagers have not gotten up to start the day's work.

When the prince lifted the quilt and held the quilt as thin as dried plum vegetables, a trace of sullenness flashed in his cold eyes.She finally understood why Chen Jia liked to get into her arms at night.

When she heard a sound, she looked out through the window, and there was nothing abnormal in the snow and ice, covered in white.

Did she get it wrong?She frowned.

Suddenly, a phantom flew quickly in the snow.

It seemed that what she had just seen was not wrong.

She left the house and came to a remote place.

Seeing the crown prince came out, Liandong was overjoyed: "Your Highness, when will you return to the palace? This servant can't hold on any longer."

The prince helped her up, flicked the snowflakes off her shoulders, avoided the question and asked, "Why did you come to see me?"

When it came to the business, Liandong quickly restrained the joy on his face, and said seriously: "The servants are here for two things. First, the King of Yunnan planned to sacrifice to the sky to assassinate His Majesty the Emperor and His Royal Highness, and the Frost Falling Poisonous Cat ambushed and attacked His Royal Highness. This matter has been investigated by the Ministry of Criminal Justice and Dali Temple, and the king of Yunnan has been given a cup of poisoned wine by the emperor. Except for the princess and the son of the palace, they were burned to death in the prison, and the others were tattooed and exiled for five thousand miles."

The prince waved his hand to stop Liandong's words, and asked scoldingly: "Wait, you said that Princess Lin and Shizi Lin were burned to death in the prison? Why did such a thing happen?"

Liandong replied sternly: "I don't know the situation at that time, but I just heard that Princess Zhaohe went to the prison to say goodbye to Princess Lin the night before she left the atmosphere. After she left, the jailer got drunk and knocked down the torch. The spilled wine was poured on the ground, which made the fire in the cell more fierce. In addition, it was late at night when the water was drained, and no one who could put out the fire arrived in a short while.

After the fire was extinguished, Bingmasi's people rushed in and only found a few charred corpses. Because the corpses were too damaged, it was difficult to judge their operations. In the end, they only judged that two of them were from the objects worn by the corpses. The corpses are Princess Chang and his son. "

"Oh, I see, you don't need to explain this matter anymore. What's the second news you brought?" The prince asked with his hands behind his back.

When she heard that Zhaohe went to visit Lin Jiao in the prison, she had a guess in her heart that Lin Jiao might be taken away by Zhaohe.But Lin Yu, Lin Yu is a rare general, will Showa also take him away?

Showa, do you just want to get back what's yours?

Liandong didn't know the worry in the crown prince's heart, so she also shared another news, "Your Highness, this servant has noticed... I have noticed that there seems to be a rift between the imperial concubine and the emperor. One night two days ago, the empress was drenched in the rain outside the Ganlu Palace all night. And the gate of Ganlu Palace is closed, and the emperor and His Royal Highness King Liang are chatting happily inside. Your Highness, look..."

Have a rift?

The day has finally come, are you going to tear off all the camouflage?

The prince raised his head and closed his eyes, as if to calm down the anger in his heart, before opening his eyes after a long time, "How is the mother concubine now?"

Liandong couldn't help raising her head to take a peek at the prince, and found that the man's eyebrows and eyes were still neat and beautiful, and there was no sign of surprise or pain, as if she had already expected such a situation.

"It's the empress. The empress brought the imperial concubine back to Fengqi Palace. It has been two days now, and no news has come out. Your Highness, do you think the imperial concubine has already been killed?"

She raised her head, her bright eyes were full of worry.

She looked at the prince with eager and affectionate eyes.

But the prince knew that Liandong was not looking at her, but Liandong was just looking at another person through her face.

Liandong is a stray child picked up by her mother and concubine from the street. When she first brought her back, she was like a wolf child. She was withdrawn, indifferent, shady, and very strong. Afterwards, she didn’t know what she had experienced, but her temper became peaceful. , like a sharp stone has been ground away, but her surface is still rough.

Liandong guarded her, grew up with her, and was her most loyal subordinate, but Liandong's heart was no longer with her.

She scratched the bridge of her nose, thought for a while and said, "Mother Concubine will be fine, Empress... Maybe she is a good person, she will treat Mu Concubine well."

"Why is Your Highness so determined?" Liandong looked at the prince with suspicion, but still couldn't help worrying: "The empress has a weird temper, and the empress is weak, I'm afraid it will be difficult to resist."

The prince was a little irritable in his heart, and said coldly with a dark face: "Since you are worried, why didn't you break into Fengqi Palace and take the mother and concubine back?"

Liandong froze for a moment, opened his mouth to explain but found that he couldn't explain it, and said in a whisper: "I... I'm just afraid of angering the master..."

The prince looked at Lonicera's clumsy disguise, and felt cold in her heart. She grew up with Lonicera and had a childhood friendship of more than ten years. My heart is not entirely theirs.

She sneered and said, "I really want to know which master you are afraid of angering, and who are you serving?"

Liandong suddenly raised her head, her face was full of astonishment, two red clouds quickly floated up on her cheeks, she really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in, and isolate the prince's meaningful eyes that seemed to see through everything.

She pretended to be puzzled, and said with a dry smile: "Your Highness, what are you talking about, isn't there always only one master of slaves, and that is you."

The prince was no longer as angry as before, she calmly accepted everything that had happened, as well as those plots that were brewing and were about to be born.There are still folk sayings that the rich are no more than three generations and the poor are no more than three generations, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, she knows that Daqi will not be stable forever, there are tigers and wolves around outside, and thieves coveting inside, Daqi is in a precarious time .

That being the case, let the storm come more violently. Only after the storm can there be a rainbow.

She waved her hand and said, "Go back and protect my concubine mother."

"What about Your Highness?"

"This hall is tired of the life in the palace, like a canary imprisoned in a birdcage, imprisoning me, I am not happy." The prince pointed to his chest, eyes blurred, she said: "Not free, don't I would rather die."

Liandong was greatly shocked, and looked at the prince in surprise.

Is freedom that important to her?She would rather give up the supreme power, just for the illusory freedom?Has the prince's stupidity not recovered yet?

She couldn't help stretching out her hand to touch the crown prince's eyebrows. The person in front of her is the child of her benefactor, and Qingmei who accompanied her since she was a child, but why would she say such a thing at this moment?

She always thought that the prince was a person obsessed with power, but now the prince told her that it was not.

What about her, will what she insists on change one day?Will he also become a stranger like the prince?

The prince looked at Lian Dong's confused expression, knowing that she had listened to his words, and began to think.

She decided to give Liandong some time, but she still couldn't bear to be completely disappointed with Liandong. She thought that Liandong might be her accomplice in murdering her, but she was also her sister and her most loyal subordinate. She thought that Liandong might stand by her side of.

She looked up at the slowly rising sun and saw a trace of smoke rising from her chimney, her eyes became warmer, and she said softly: "Lendong, I should go in and cook for Jiajia. You can go."

"Yes."

Lonicera left quietly, just as silently as when he came.

The prince returned to the porch, picked up a pumpkin, turned it around twice, and opened the door to go in after his body warmed up and the chill on his body was dissipated.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer, and be careful of catching a cold when you get up so early." She touched Chen Jia's arm, and felt relieved when she found that the other person's body was still warm, but she couldn't help admonishing her on her face.

Chen Jia listened to the prince's admonition, and did not object, just listening with a smile, the prince's face became hot from her, and he couldn't bear to speak so harshly, picked up the kitchen knife and started cutting pumpkins.

She is very good at kung fu, agile, and has practiced a set of sword skills smoothly, and her superb control of the sword seems to be reflected in the cutting of vegetables. After a while, the pumpkin will be cut into neat long pieces and washed. Pour into the pot.

She gently stirred the pot with a spatula, and the two dark and dense eyebrows condensed together, "Why is there only water in the pot, but no rice?"

"Yeah." Chen Jia said sullenly: "Not all of them, there is a handful of rice in the pot, I mixed three scoops of water, so it looks like there is a lot of rice." She raised her head and tried to smile.

The prince looked at Chen Jia, and the orange fire from the stove shone on Chen Jia's round face, which looked so warm that one couldn't help but pinch it.

She put the lid on the pot and sat on the bench, leaning on Chen Jia's shoulder. It was warm, and there was the woody smell of the firewood. She thought it was the smell of peace.

She leaned on that thin shoulder and fell asleep, but when she woke up, she was awakened by the smell of a sweet potato.

The flat and elongated sweet potato, baked to a golden brown, was soft and a little hot in her hand. She let go of her hand and rolled it on the ground for a while. After drying for a while, she picked it up again and peeled off the outer skin, revealing the orange-red skin. The soft meat is still steaming, making people unable to resist stepping forward to take a bite.

She swallowed, held the sweet potato in front of Chen Jia, and said softly, "Eat it."

Chen Jia turned around and waved her hands: "I won't eat it, I've already eaten it, you can eat it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."

"Really?" The prince couldn't believe it.

Chen Jia nodded fiercely, "I've already eaten, so you should hurry up and eat."

The crown prince was not sure, but Chen Jia looked at her angrily, so he had to take a bite, it was sweet and soft, it melted in the mouth, it tasted really good.

Maybe it's not that sweet potatoes are delicious, but that she is too hungry now, and the rice in the pot can't make a bowl of clear porridge, so how can she satisfy her hunger?What's more, this sweet potato was baked for her by someone she likes, even if the taste was hard to swallow, she would smile and say it was delicious.

She took another two mouthfuls, and suddenly felt something was wrong. Someone beside her seemed to be swallowing. Although that person had tried hard to hide it, she could hear clearly with her excellent hearing.

She turned her head suddenly, just in time to meet Chen Jia's envious eyes.

"You didn't eat." She said almost firmly.

Chen Jia licked her lower lip, and said with a sweet smile, "I've eaten it."

"How long do you want to lie to me?" the prince said angrily. Her hands trembled a little, and she wanted to throw the half of the sweet potato out, but when she thought that Chen Jia hadn't eaten a bite, she held back, "Why do you want to eat it?" Lied to me?"

"I don't want you to starve with me. You are a crown prince who should be well-clothed, but now you sleep with me on a wooden bed covered with broken cotton wool. I am already very sorry. How can I let you go hungry again..." Chen Jia He said in a low voice, noticing that the prince hadn't said a word. When he looked at her, his eyes were sad, and he couldn't help regretting, then he put his face in front of the prince, pointed to his lips and said: "Look at my mouth, is there a black circle on it? Let me tell you, that's the evidence I left behind by stealing sweet potatoes. Right, I've eaten them, and I didn't lie to you."

The prince looked at the black circle on her lips, his eyes darkened, he clasped the person in front of him, and embraced him, his warm lips pressed down immediately, and pressed the dark lips over and over again until the blackness faded away , The ruddy and shiny cherry lips reappeared.

"Do you know what sweet potatoes taste like now?" The prince looked at Chen Jia's wide-open eyes, fondled her hair, and said helplessly, "Little fool, you can't fool me."

"You know everything?" Chen Jia asked nervously.

The prince nodded, his eyes full of smiles.

"...how did you find out?" Chen Jia asked, tugging at her hair, she still didn't understand how she was exposed.

She did not eat sweet potatoes, and she also left a false testimony to prove that she had eaten sweet potatoes.

The prince was amused by Chen Jia's foolishness. She pointed to the black bumps on the corner of the wall, which were about the size of date pits and burnt like black charcoal.It was obvious that Chen Jia had eaten it.

She could even think of Chen Jia's distaste for the black lump while gnawing on the only good piece of meat on it, and then throwing it away, staring at the only intact sweet potato in a daze, desperately telling herself not to eat it.

She left the best for others, but she herself ate a few burnt black lumps, pretending not to care even though she was so hungry.What a silly girl, you must treat her better in the future.The prince thought while rubbing Chen Jia's hair.

"Eat quickly, I will take you into the mountains to find food after eating. This time we don't rely on others, we are just like ordinary villagers here, we support ourselves through labor, okay?"

Chen Jia took a bite of the sweet potato, it was sweet and warm, and replied vaguely: "Okay."

She tugged at the hem of the prince's clothes again, lowered her head, like a child who has made a mistake, and said weakly: "Actually, I stole this sweet potato."

"Stole it?" The prince was a little puzzled. This season is long past the season for harvesting sweet potatoes, and there are no sweet potatoes in the fields. Where would she go to steal it?Silly girl, why did you suddenly think of making up such a lie?

Chen Jia explained: "Actually, I knew we had no food yesterday, but I was afraid that you would starve to death, so I thought about going out to dig wild vegetables, but there were no wild vegetables in winter, so I walked back disappointed. On the way, I saw some There were sweet potato vines hanging on the mulberry tree, which were already drying out, and there were some small, shriveled sweet potatoes hanging on it, so I went over and picked them off."

No wonder, those black bumps are abnormally small, they are defective products that have been rejected by others.

"Then why is mine so big?" the prince asked.

Chen Jia became more and more embarrassed. She stared at her toes and said in a low voice: "When I went to pick sweet potatoes, the village head saw me. He saw my distress and stuffed me with a few big sweet potatoes. Started secretly roasting, all of them were ruined, only the one in your hand is still good."

"Will you despise me? Am I so stupid?" Her voice was a little uneasy and a little inferior.

The prince sighed "Silly girl", and then blocked the chattering red lips, proving with his own actions that she would not despise that silly girl.