female concubine

In March of the 11th year of Qianyuan, on the eve of the imperial conquest, the king of Jinshouchun County, Wei Zongren, was decreed in Xuanma in the Chongzheng Hall to be the King of Han. In the country, the queen listened to the military and state affairs, assisted by the left minister Lu Wei and the right minister Liu Shubo.

Funing Hall

"The supply troops have arrived at Yan'an Mansion first, and the letter of surrender has been issued, but... Li Yuanhao actually beheaded our court envoys, and assembled the army to fulfill the last wish of the Xixia ancestors to seize the Central Plains."

"Too deceiving!"

"Han Qing is fully responsible for the transfer of food and grass in the rear. The king of Han is young, and the government affairs of the court are still troublesome to the ministers."

"The ministers will definitely do their best to assist the king."

The servant walked into the side hall of the Funing Hall where the affairs were discussed, "Officials, the King of Han seeks an audience."

After the emperor explained the trivial matters, he waved his hand, and the ministers led the decree to disperse. The young man saw that the armor offered by Si Jin was placed in the middle of Funing Hall, so he knelt under the steps of the hall and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, I don't want a prince."

"Father, it is bitter and cold in the army. Now that my son has grown up, he has come to petition to go to war instead of Daddy."

All the ministers were at a loss when they came out, so Lu Wei stepped forward and cupped his hands, "Your Majesty, the official family is in the hall..." The Emperor Shicai didn't intend to see the King of Han, so Lu Wei sighed: "It's windy in the courtyard. "

"Lu Xiang and all the ministers should go back. The royal driver will leave tomorrow. Xiao Wang must see His Majesty today."

All the ministers saluted one after another and shook their heads and left. Han Bo stood still for a while, looking at the armor in the hall, "I don't know if the king understands my father, but I know that the king must have complained."

The King of Han raised his head and looked at Han Bo in confusion, "Master?"

"Actually, I don't know the official family, but I know what the official family wants to do. Is the king kneeling here today as a subject? Or as a son?" Before Han Wang could reply, Han Bang continued: "If you are a subject, Your Majesty should not be kneeling here, if you are a son, it is because you do not want to leave your father's selfishness, but Your Majesty should know that the official family is the father of the world, not the father of the King alone."

"Hmph, isn't Father Jun your father?" Princess Fuqing walked to her brother's side.

"Princess."

"Other people's fathers are just fathers, why can't our fathers be just fathers? You are so cruel." Princess Fuqing snorted at Han Bang, and then walked into the inner hall.

As soon as he stepped in, he was stopped by the servant, "Princess, there is an order from the official family, and no one will be seen today."

"Did Daddy say it includes me?"

"This..." The waiter was at a loss for words.

Princess Fuqing turned cold and shouted: "Get out of the way!"

"Please let the princess let the villain go in and report..."

Princess Fuqing took advantage of his inattention and ran in from the side, "Princess, princess, you can't go in."

Before running to the door, Princess Fuqing was held back by several servants, "Let me go, I want to see Daddy."

The emperor stepped on a huge map with mountains, rivers, prefectures and counties and even the border countries of Wei and Song Dynasties drawn on it, "Who is making noise outside?"

"Going back to the official's house, it's Princess Fuqing."

"Let her..."

Princess Fuqing turned her head and bit the servant, then broke free and broke in, throwing herself into the arms of the emperor.

Several servants knelt down at the door and begged for mercy, "Officials, villains deserve to die..."

"Go back."

"Yes."

Princess Fuqing hugged the emperor and cried loudly: "Dad, don't you want Ruhua anymore?"

The fire in the charcoal basin made the house warm, and the emperor hugged her distressedly, and immediately took off her embroidered shoes, rubbed her nose that was frozen red, "Silly girl, how could dad Not you."

"Then dad, don't go to war and don't leave Ruhua, okay?"

The emperor didn't answer, but just carried her to the center of the map, "Does Ruhua know what this is?"

Princess Fuqing wiped her red eyes from crying, "Map?"

The emperor put his daughter down and took her by the hand from one end of the map to the other, "This is the territory map."

Pointing to a large piece of land, "This piece belongs to Daddy."

Princess Fuqing walked to the north side of the map, looked at the large vacant space where only the word Beiliao was written, "Then what is this place?"

Seeing that she stopped crying, the emperor took her by the little hand and sat down, pointing to the two pieces of land that were lost in the previous dynasty, and said: "The land of Huaxia, which was lent to them by the ancestors of Huaxia, and now Daddy is going to get it back."

"Is it the same as Tokyo?"

The emperor suddenly remembered that the little princess had never been out of Tokyo except for offering sacrifices to the Taimiao and the imperial mausoleum, so he held her in his arms, "Yes, there are also rulers like Daddy and little girls like Ruhua. , a mother just like your empress."

"Ruhua is not a little girl now. My mother has already told Ruhua, so Ruhua knows what Daddy is going to do." Princess Fuqing got up from the emperor's arms and walked to Beiliao and Xixia. The people have all become Daddy's people."

The emperor sat in the center of the map and said with a smile: "They were originally Chinese people. Because of the war, how many people were displaced and became strangers in a foreign land. They would suffer from alienation and exploitation and suffer from homesickness."

A gust of cold wind from outside the hall knocked down the bamboo poles supporting the windows, and the servant standing outside the hall shivered and walked down the stairs, bowed and crossed his hands and said: "It's cold, why do you bother yourself, the official's temper It's not like you don't know."

"It's okay, I'll wait here."

The servant shook his head and walked back, sighing softly: "Why are the father and son more stubborn than the other?"

In the hall, Princess Fuqing was startled by the sound of the windows being closed, and immediately ran to lie down in front of the emperor, "Daddy."

"Ok?"

Princess Fuqing stared at her big eyes and said coquettishly: "My brother has been kneeling for a long time, so Daddy let him in, this spring is so cold."

The emperor rubbed his smooth chin, then touched Princess Fuqing's small head and said with a smile: "Daddy let Ruhua in, so we can't make an exception, but Daddy can let your brother go back."

"it is good."

The emperor called out to the door: "Come here."

"Officials."

Not long after, the servant stepped out of the hall, walked up to the King of Han and crossed his hands and said, "Your Majesty." Then he bent down and helped the King of Han up.

The boy shivered from the cold, "Are the officials willing to see me?"

The servant supported him and shook his head distressedly: "The officials asked the king to go back. The officials said that the king supervised the country last year with a benevolent demeanor. The officials are very satisfied, so they can rest assured that the government will be handed over to the king."

The person with purple lips looked at the gloomy light in the Funing Palace, and was immediately helped out of the courtyard by the servants, and met the King of Han's personal servant in the palace corridor.

"Wu Neiren."

Panicked, Wu took the man over, "Qi knows it, leave it to the slave."

"it is good."

The servant leaned closer to the King of Han's ear and whispered: "Your Majesty's filial piety, the officials have always understood that war is nothing but a joke, and the officials have entrusted them with a heavy responsibility. I hope that the King will not disappoint the trust of the officials."

Mrs. Wu helped the King of Han into Kunning Hall, the young man tugged at her sleeve, "Go around, don't tell your empress and Xi'er, and don't alarm the imperial physician."

"Yes."

The King of Han was trembling after he returned to the house and sat down. Mrs. Wu touched his hand, "Your Majesty's hand is cold, I'm going to burn a basin of charcoal."

Mrs. Wu first brought a quilt and immediately took off the coat for the King of Han, heated a charcoal basin and put it in front of the couch, and asked anxiously, "Is Your Majesty still cold?"

The King of Han huddled under the quilt and nodded repeatedly.

"Is that slave going to fill a hand stove for the king?" When Wu Shi was about to turn to leave, the King of Han stretched out his hand from under the quilt to hold her.

Turning around and seeing the young man shaking his head, Wu sighed and sat down beside him, "I won't leave." Then he asked, "Does Your Majesty want to listen to a book today?"

The King of Han shook his head, curled up and slowly lay down in Wu's arms.

"Your Majesty is no longer Zha Zongjiao's child now. When the official family comes back from a victorious battle, you will be betrothed to your Majesty. The second daughter of the Palace Marshal treats your Majesty..."

"Xi'er is just my younger sister."

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The city of Tokyo was still shrouded in cold wind, but there was no warmth of spring in the late spring and March, so few flowers bloomed in the capital, not even the crabapple in the garden of the emperor's hidden residence.

The cold wind blew through the cold armor, the emperor let go of the hand holding the sword and took off the helmet, staring at the crabapple in the yard in a daze.

A dozen horses lined up next to the stone lions in the hidden mansion, and the emperor's personal guards were all fully dressed and waiting by the side, only Huo Qing was sitting on the stone steps drowsy.

Xue Jin rushed over still wearing his courtier's attire, and immediately jumped off his horse. The sound of horse's hooves woke Huo Qing up, "Hey, Mr. Huo is coming along too?"

Huo Qing approached and pulled it up, "Can't you keep some rules?"

"Why don't you let me sleep if you're sleepy. The officials and the saint are reluctant to say goodbye. It may take a while before they are willing to come out."

Xue Jin looked at the tall Huo Qing and then at Qi Liu who was in contrast, "I'll leave the government to you."

Qi Liuchao Xue Jin clasped his fists together, "The king and the sage entrust brother Zigu to take good care of and assist him."

"I will never let down the trust of the officials."

In the courtyard of Qian Mansion, gold armor and red clothes stood side by side, the emperor raised his brows as he stared at the budding crabapple tree, "It seems that this year is really cold, even the crabapple in Chu Palace hasn't bloomed."

Xiao Youqing looked at this crabapple tree that had been with him for more than ten years and became more and more luxuriant. It seemed that he was in youth, "Flowers will bloom again, and people will never be young again. In a few years, my concubine will be old."

"Nonsense." The emperor took Xiao Youqing's hand, "My sister looks just like those [-]-year-old girls now, so how can she be old?"

Xiao Youqing shook his head, "Everyone will grow old. Even if you can maintain your appearance in ten or eight years, what about after 20 or 30 years?"

"Even if I want to grow old, I will accompany my sister. When I grow old, I will put aside all the trivial matters and build a yard in the big house. The two old ladies will raise cats, dogs and enjoy the flowers together."

Xiao Youqing didn't say anything, just looked at her and nodded, "Okay."

The emperor turned to look at the crabapple tree, and Panasonic said with a sigh of relief: "Xixia is not big. I spent a lot of time just because I don't want to fight for a long time. I will definitely come back next year. I want to be the first to see the first blooming crabapple in Tokyo. .”

"Who can say anything about life, maybe you won't come back until the flowers are gone. Although I want you to come back sooner, I don't want to lie to myself."

"It will definitely, the begonias in our Palace of Chu bloom earlier than other places." The emperor leaned close to Xiao Youqing's ear, and immediately handed a piece of military talisman into her hand, and said in a low voice: "I left a Shenji Battalion here. Let Zhang Huai hold Hebei, if, if I..."

Xiao Youqing held the soldier talisman in one hand, and covered her lips with the other, "There are no ifs, the world without officials, I don't want to guard it."

——Boom! ——The bells of Ouchi spread from the north to all parts of the city.

The emperor held Xiao Youqing's hand on his lips, "I will definitely come back by this time next year." Then he held the helmet and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"A Qian." Xiao Youqing called out.

The emperor just stood still and didn't turn around when he heard the sound, he clenched the sword in his hand and said: "Take care of yourself."

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The forbidden troops stationed in Gyeonggi set off and headed west along the weeping willows on both sides of the Jinshui River.

There are two women standing on the turret in the southwest of the Forbidden Center, "Suddenly saw the color of willows on the street, and repented to teach my husband and son-in-law to find a Marquis."

The palace man turned his eyes from the dusty team to the woman, looked at the isolated figure and said, "The villain who competed with swords yesterday saw it, and the villain thought, if the saint was a man, he would be as good as Duke Zhongwu, right?" , that way you don’t need to go to the official’s royal court…”

Xiao Youqing stared at the northwest, "Since I can remember, I have been studying beside my mother. Later, I also became curious when I saw my brother practicing martial arts. This action attracted Weng Weng's attention, and then I followed my brother under Weng Weng's knees. My swordsmanship, spearmanship, and archery skills. Every time I win a battle, I always hold me on my knees and tell me what happened on the battlefield, and teach me the art of war. Weng Weng sighed from time to time. How good, this is the sentence I have heard the most since I was three years old."

Xiao Youqing turned his head and turned his back to the rising sun, the shadow was blurry, all the palace people saw was the Queen's gentle eyes, "I started to hate them until my mother passed away, and my uncle took me to Jinling, he will still come to visit me often, He sent me the book of war until Jiji, he threatened me with his elder brother, saying that my elder brother was brave and foolish, and that one day he would fall into his own hands, and no one could save him or the Xiao family except me, so I returned from Jinling. When I went to the capital, I followed my uncle and was still in the army. The Secretary of the Imperial City... met King Zhao," Xiao Youqing lowered his head and smiled tremblingly, "It was just a premeditated plan."

The palace servants stared at Xiao Youqing, "Mrs. An Guo sent the saint back to Jinling... She didn't want you to become a victim of the family struggle. With the Jiang family as the backing, you have a choice."

"I have a choice," Xiao Youqing turned around and looked at the northeast of the city, "but my surname is Xiao."

The palace man lowered his head.

"Wu Neiren."

"The little guy is here."

"Do you know why I'm telling you this?"

Wu raised her head, then lowered her head and fell into silence.

"You have already reached the age to leave the palace."

Wu was puzzled. "saint?"

Xiao Youqing turned around and looked at the astonished Wu Shi, "Do you like Da Lang?"

Wu immediately knelt down, "Saint, villain..."

"You don't have to be nervous, I don't mean to blame." Xiao Xiaoqing stepped forward to help him up, "You are a smart boy, and Da Lang has received a lot of care and teaching from you these years, I am very grateful."

"What the villain is supposed to do, what the sage said..." Wu immediately knelt down again, "The villain's status is humble, and he dare not have any unreasonable thoughts about the king."

"I will not force you with power. Birth is never a criterion for judging people. You have been in this city for more than ten years. Da Lang is the eldest son of the official family. You should know what he will face in the future."

"Saint?" Wu shi knelt and raised her head.

"You have a choice."