female concubine

"Is it wrong?" The emperor said with a sullen face, "What's wrong with punishing sinners!" Then he narrowed his eyes and questioned, "Is it because I punished your grandson-in-law?"

Xiao Huaide shook his head lightly, cupped his hands and said: "King Chu, he is His Majesty's son first, and then the minister's son-in-law. What I came here this time is for His Majesty's flesh and blood."

"Your Majesty, as the lord of a person, should have the whole world in his heart, but now he is grudges about the past. Even though the past is painful, will His Majesty alienate himself from his own flesh and blood? If it is spread, it will make future generations laugh."

"Your Majesty, the victorious king, the outcome is set, the past is over, have you forgotten the desolation before Taizong's great trip?" Xiao Huaide urged.

The emperor woke up suddenly, and immediately sneered helplessly: "From the moment I made up my mind, I have become a lonely family."

"But Your Majesty, the commander-in-chief has been taken away, so there is no need to do so now. Your Majesty dotes on the three kings, isn't it right? The six kings are also your own flesh and blood. If there is no such thing as the past, I think, your Majesty's favorite should be Youngest son, but what's wrong with the Six Kings, all of this is beyond his decision, he can't even decide whether he should come to this world or not, what's wrong with the timing!"

Xiao Huaide immediately lowered his head and became sad, "The year when the eldest son of the minister, the fourth brother, died of illness, all the boys in the minister's family followed His Majesty's army. Because they won a big victory and returned home, they were busy with the military government and had no time to take care of the family. The minister's daughter-in-law was too sad because of this. Afterwards, the minister's family did not dare to hold a funeral, and every time the minister and the eldest son thought about it, they regretted it too much."

Xiao Huaide raised his head, trembling physically and mentally, "Your Majesty, how can you bear it!"

Xiao Huaide's continuous words reminded the emperor of the past, the emperor turned around slowly, raised his hand with his back turned, "I have made my own decision on this matter, so I don't need fourth uncle to worry about it."

"His Majesty..."

"I'm a little tired, come here, send the founding father of Longde back to his mansion, and reward him with a bottle of imperial wine."

The emperor refused to look back, nor was he furious. Presumably, it was his remark that touched him. He was moved with emotion and reason. The emperor came from the tip of a knife. Orphans and widows, as the former emperor's teacher, the prince and the grand master, Xiao Huaide knows best, "I will resign."

"Your Majesty, Lord Longde is gone, and there will be a lantern festival at night, do you want to rest?"

The emperor turned around, and seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, his eyes were red, "No, I want to visit Hanxiang Pavilion."

Zhao Ci frowned as he listened. Hanchunxiang has been sealed for many years. Not to mention Hanxiang Pavilion these years, even the nearby attics are empty. Knowing how much dust has accumulated, "The villain will send someone to clean it first, and then your Majesty will go there?"

"No need, I'm just going to take a look."

"Yes."

The emperor boarded the jade gate and entered the inner palace through the arched entrance of Wende Hall. The Hanxiang Pavilion is to the east of the inner palace. The small courtyard in the pavilion has been covered with withered grass. A thin layer of snow, the snow on the ground began to melt, now it is almost the first month, not long before the beginning of spring, the moss spread to the road, in this desolation and dilapidation, the old red plum blooms alone, adding to the loneliness A different kind of scenery.

The emperor did not allow anyone to follow, so they all had to wait at the gate outside the pavilion.

Xiao Huangmen saw that His Majesty was a little abnormal today, so he boldly said, "You all know what happened to Your Majesty today. Is there any difference in this Hanxiang Pavilion?"

The wind in winter hit the face like a knife cut, and the servants rubbed their hands and breathed to keep warm.

Zhao Ci looked at the lonely figure of the emperor standing still in the pavilion, and trembled his eyes, "Your Majesty, I remembered the past. When the second king died, the concubine Xian hanged herself in this Hanxiang Pavilion."

"Concubine Xian...is that the birth mother of King Yan who looks very similar to His Royal Highness the former Empress?"

Zhao Ci nodded, "I don't know whether His Majesty misses Her Highness the Empress or Concubine Xian."

"The villain thinks she is the concubine Xian?"

Zhao Ci turned his head and looked at Xiaohuangmen, not blaming him for talking too much, "How can you tell?"

"If you miss Her Highness the Empress, the one who will go to the Kunning Hall, or summon His Highness the Crown Prince."

Zhao Ci lowered his head and smiled, "That's true."

"Before entering the palace, they told the villain that the king has little love, the heavenly family is ruthless, the king's favor is only for the day and night, even if he is favored, he must be cautious in his words and deeds."

Zhao Ci raised his hands and stared at the isolated emperor in Hanxiang Pavilion, as if he understood something, he sighed, "It's not that the emperor is unfeeling, but that chair cannot accommodate affectionate people."

"But the villain feels that if he has the heart, he won't be like this. If so, it means that his heart is not enough."

Zhao Ci still only smiled lightly, "You dare to say anything."

Xiao Huangmen is Zhao Ci's adopted son. Before entering the palace, he was a poor child. Zhao Ci saw that he was clever and clever, so he took him with him. He sighed again: "There are always dilemmas in the world. Between choices, the most difficult What is important is not taking, but giving up after getting it, how many can achieve the best of both worlds."

"Since you can't seek perfection at close range, why not seek far at the near end? It's just that the road is more difficult and more dangerous. If you succeed, you will succeed, and if you fail, you will not regret it."

Zhao Cileng looked at Xiao Huangmen, "You are not very old, but you have unique insights." Then he breathed out, "Okay, let's stop gossiping behind this, let's go to see Shangshi on New Year's Eve. Is the meal prepared by the bureau ready? If not, I will remind you."

"Yes."

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The founding government of Lund.

"It's been almost two hours, why hasn't Weng Weng come back?" Xiao Yunze squatted in front of the charcoal basin, stirring the red-hot coals, "Tonight is New Year's Eve, and every family will get together to watch the new year. Weng Weng finally came back this year Now, Your Majesty probably left Weng Weng in the palace..."

"Why doesn't San Niang talk?" Xiao Yunze looked at his silent sister, "With Weng Weng here, my brother-in-law will be fine, Taizong only has a single bloodline of His Majesty, and His Majesty only has three sons, I think he was out of anger That's why, when His Majesty loses his temper, he will naturally let him go, why should Sanniang be so worried."

"What does brother know?" Xiao Youqing opened his eyes and looked at him coldly, "My brother doesn't know anything."

After Xiao Xianrong's youngest son died of illness, he devoted all his love to Xiao Yunze. Even though he was serious on weekdays, he protected him very well, but Xiao Yunze himself didn't realize it, and often complained about his severity.

"I..."

"The Patriarch has returned home!"

"Weng Weng is back." Xiao Yunze put down the copper clip in his hand and got up.

"What did your Majesty say? Are you going to let the King of Chu out of the Zongzheng Temple?" Xiao Youqing rushed forward and said anxiously.

Seeing his granddaughter's rare panic, Xiao Huaide lightly shook his head.

"Even Weng Weng can't do anything?"

"Your Majesty only said that he made his own decisions, but he didn't get angry. According to my understanding of His Majesty, there should be a turning point in this matter..." Before Xiao Huaide finished speaking, Xiao Youqing was about to turn around and leave, "Tonight, New Year's Eve, you are going to Where are you going?"

"Zongzheng Temple!"

Today's New Year's Eve Tokyo is shrouded in dark clouds. Until the sound of the Ouchi Twilight Drum, the sky is still gloomy. At the last moment when the palace gate is released, officials of various colors, purple, green and green, come from various cities in Ouchi. He trotted out of the gate all the way, for fear that he would not be able to get out of the palace gate if he missed the time.

——Boom! ——Boom! ——

"You hour is here!"

A group of people suddenly came to the small courtyard where Zongzheng Temple was held.

"This is the Tusu wine and dice prepared by the Shangshi Bureau. His Majesty specially ordered the villain to bring it to the Six Kings."

Wei Huan wanted to get out of bed to thank him, Zhao Ci hurriedly approached, "Oh, little ancestor, you are already like this, why bother."

Xiao Youqing was at the side, stopped Wei Huan, got up and said: "Zhao Du knows, I thank His Majesty on behalf of the prince, Long En."

Everyone who went to introspection knew that he would pass the decree in person, Xiao Youqing guessed that there should be a turning point for this matter.

Zhao Ci waved his hand, and several servants Huangmen put down the wine and coins and left the room, "Little man, I still have a few words to convey, Wangfei..."

Sure enough, Xiao Youqing nodded and left, "Okay."

After the door was closed, Zhao Ci turned his head and said with distressed expression: "Why are you bothering the six kings? As long as you bow your head to His Majesty, you will be fine. Your Majesty is stubborn, and you are also stubborn."

"Zhao Weng, what does His Majesty have to say?"

Zhao Ci sighed, "Your Majesty asked the villain to ask the Sixth King whether those words really meant what the Sixth King himself meant?"

Wei Huan raised his head, his eyes were red, and suddenly he laughed and said, "Heh...Since your Majesty knows, why did you come to ask me?"

Zhao Ci looked at the window, then approached immediately, leaned down and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty thinks it was the crown prince who did it, but the crown prince is the vice-president, with the help of Zhongshu, so your majesty... can only wrong you, in order to do this To appease the prince, I don't want the court to be turbulent again."

"Does Your Majesty think that pampering will calm everything down?"

"Right now, there's nothing we can do about it."

Wei Huan touched the corners of both eyes, and said softly, "Weng Zhao."

"Hey."

"I want to have a slot."

Zhao Ci turned his head and looked at the dice on the table, "The dice brought from Da Nei are cold, the six kings should get up, the Palace of the Prince of Chu also prepared Tusu wine and dice, which were given by the noble concubine."

At night, Wanjia lights up, and a carriage drove out of Zongzheng Temple in Yanyoufang.

"Tonight is New Year's Eve, the founding father is returning to Beijing, isn't my sister going home?"

"When the prince fell asleep this morning, the concubine had already returned home."

She lay on the quilt in the carriage, looked up at Xiao Youqing, "Sister, go back, but for me, if so, to watch the New Year's Eve tonight, sister must have..."

"The lord really wants to drive my concubine away?" When Xiao Youqing turned her head, she saw that the king of Chu was sweating and his face turned pale again, so she got up to investigate, "But the wound hurts badly?"

"It's okay." She wanted to cover it up.

"This wound is like this, the prince still said it's okay?"

"Being beaten thirty times, doesn't it have to be like this," she put the quilt back on again, "it's not something glorious, sister should stop looking at it!"

"My lord, the medicine last night was given by my concubine. I will change the medicine later. Dare my lord ask Qi Nei to replace you?"

"Besides, the gate of the old city has been closed now, even if I want to go back, I can't go back. Does the prince want to let my concubine sleep on the street?"

"No..." Wei Huan got down on the ground again, calmed down, and said quietly: "Even if my sister treats me so well, I still won't change my mind."

The hand pushing the quilt suddenly froze, Xiao Youqing withdrew it, "I know."

"I don't want to become a lonely person, I don't want to become a short-lived person who mutilates my siblings, I don't want to die... So I let you go, you still have a choice, at least, the chance of winning the bet will be..."

"The concubine won't leave."

"I don't understand." Wei Huan questioned very puzzled: "People like me are of no use to you. Since you can't change me, why do you want to stay?"

"Yes, no matter what my concubine does, I can't beat Miss Liu's words after all, right?"

"Sister's words..." Wei Huan propped up half of his head, turned his head and looked at her, the candles in the car were dimly lit, and the starlight in his eyes was sometimes bright and sometimes dark, "What do you mean?"

"Shut up!"

"My lord, my princess, you're home."

"The concubine helps the prince to get up."

Wei Huan grabbed Xiao Youqing's hand, "My sister hasn't answered me yet."

Xiao Youqing opened her eyes slightly, "Does the lord really want to know?" When he was about to reach out to caress the king of Chu's cheek.

Wei Huan turned his head away, as if fleeing, "Forget it, I'm tired."

Xiao Youqing put down the hand that was hanging in the air, and carefully helped the King of Chu up. A group of servants who came out of the mansion were waiting beside the carriage.

The two of them did not look at each other along the way, nor did they speak a word, only the maids and envoys were whispering underneath.

The little six looked at the master distressedly, the back of the middle coat wrapped in the cloak was stained with blood, he twisted his eyebrows into a ball, "It was fine when I went out, and when I come back..."

"Ah Lang's wound, do you want to call Doctor Sun over?"

Wei Huan shook his head vigorously, "Tonight is New Year's Eve. Doctor Sun has been busy at the Imperial Academy for a whole year. It's hard to come to the end of the year, so don't disturb people's reunion."

Seeing King Chu's painful expression, Xiao Youqing ordered softly: "Help the prince to lie down properly, don't get wet, I'll go get the medicine, and come back later to change the medicine for the prince."

"Yes."

Not long after Xiao Youqing left, Wei Huan heard soft sobbing from beside him, so he turned his head impatiently, "I'm not dead here yet!"

"Alang didn't know. After Alang left, the princess came back and found that something was wrong, so she kept asking, but how could the slaves know? Later, King Zhao came and said that you were imprisoned in Zongzheng Temple by His Majesty's court staff. The princess's face turned pale. Straight into the Ouchi."

The king of Chu's first reaction to Xiao Liuzi's words was that Xiao Youqing broke into the palace after sunset.

At sunset, her son was the moment when she was hit by the board and fainted. She raised her head in a daze, blinked her eyes, and thought to herself: Did he break into the palace... She woke up in Zongzheng Temple last night, so the familiar smell along the way was her. .