[Qing Chuan] Mu Emperor's Grace

Hongli left, all the courtiers dispersed, and the Jinshi of the new department was led by the champion to the palace gate to look for the gold list.

In Heshen's heart, he was still thinking about Hongli's last words: "Send your car and the Prince's Mansion".The absence of Prince He made He Shen faintly feel like he had overlooked something, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Thinking about something in his mind, He Shen's pace slowed down, and when he came back to his senses, there was no one on either side of Dan Bi.In the silence, He Shen heard a conversation coming from under the stone pedestal.

"Oh, master, why did you come here? Go back with the servant, this is not a place for you."

"No, I want to meet Huang Ama and beg him to take back his life."

"Look at this square, how can there be half a person? Master, you can go back with the servant. If the empress finds out, the servant will be punished."

He Shen was engrossed in listening, he didn't notice his step for a moment, missed a step, and almost slipped and fell.However, the two people under the pedestal had already raised their heads, and the luxuriously dressed young master asked coldly with a gloomy face, "Who are you?"

He Shen straightened his clothes, stepped forward to salute, and said, "Slave He Shen, I have met... Elder Brother Twelve."

As soon as the words fell, the young man's face changed suddenly, his eyes showed panic unconsciously, and his lips trembled slightly: "Bold slave, how dare you talk nonsense, come here, drag him down..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly realized that he was in an empty and deserted square, and immediately stopped talking.

The boy in front of him was only ten years old, and he hadn't even passed his voice change period. His soft voice coupled with his sharp words made it hard to scare people.

In Heshen's view, it's just a milk doll carved in powder and jade, and it's just a primary school student in modern times.Thinking of this, a smile appeared on He Shen's lips.

The sensitive young man stared at his expression, and said angrily: "What are you laughing at? I ask you, how did you know who you are?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he realized that he was not telling himself, and hung his head in annoyance. Turning his head, he only glanced at He Shen's expression from the corner of his eye.

The smile on He Shen's face deepened, and he replied in a warm voice: "This servant not only knows your identity, but also the reason why you came here."

Yongzhen was stunned, looking at Heshen with full of guard in his eyes: "How do you say that?"

"Forgive me for speaking bluntly, if you go to ask for the emperor's grace, I'm afraid it will be self-defeating."

Yong Xing glared at He Shen angrily, and said angrily: "You slave is so arrogant, what is the master going to do, do you still have to ask you?"

"My slave has the guts to ask, how does the Empress Dowager Lafayette treat you?" He Shen was not afraid of the young man's questioning, but instead threw the question back.

"The emperor's grandmother is very good to her grandson." Yongzhen blurted out.

"If you want to accept Huan Huan's knees, would you be willing?"

"Of course I would."

"That's it, Brother Twelve, please go back." He Shen made a gesture of invitation.

Yongzheng was stunned for a while, then said discouragedly: "But Huang Ama treats the queen..."

"Brother Twelve, you are the empress's child, but you are also the emperor's child. If you ask the emperor's favor for the empress's sake today, it would be disloyal to the emperor and his ministers. It is unfilial."

"Master... just don't want my mother to be talked about and ridiculed by people in the palace, and the child of the queen in the palace can't serve her side." Yongzhen clenched his fists.

He Shen looked at his red eyes, couldn't bear it, and softened his voice: "Your mother is the Queen of the Central Palace who is in charge of the golden book and gold seal. But you are her most important child, if you are criticized by others, the Empress will definitely feel a hundred times more sad than now."

Seeing that Yongzheng's brows were loose, He Shen continued: "Nowadays, the Holy Majesty rules the world with filial piety. If you can serve Lafayette all the year round and do your filial piety for the emperor, the emperor will naturally value you. When you become more and more wings, the palace Who else dares to despise the Empress Empress?" Yong Yan was dumbfounded by He Shen's words, and tremblingly said: "Bold slave! How dare you..."

"The servant is just telling the truth..." He Shen raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "If you are worried about the situation of the Empress Dowager, you can ask the Empress Dowager Lafayette for a favor, let her ask the emperor to ask you to serve in Shoukang Palace. Being selected by the Queen Mother Lafayette is not a punishment, but a great honor."

Yong Xing really wanted to refute He Shen's words, but after careful consideration of what he said, it turned out to be watertight.Yongzhen was shocked, but he forced himself to be calm and said: "Your name is Heshen, sir, remember."

With a smile, He Shen picked up a jade pendant from the ground, tied it around Yongzhen's waist, and said with a light smile: "Brother Twelve, you must be cautious in your actions in the future. If this jade pendant falls in front of this hall, it will be stolen by someone with a heart. Pick it up, but give someone a handle."

Yongzheng's complexion was flushed red, the jade pendant was engraved with the word "璂" in the center, and it was obvious that it belonged to him.

He turned his head and shouted at the little eunuch behind him: "It's useless, if you lose this jade pendant, even if you have ten heads, it's not enough to cut it off."

He Shen looked at the young man who was alive again in an instant, saluted with a smile, turned and left.

Seeing that He Shen had left, Yongzhen also led the little eunuch towards Shoukang Palace: "Remember, what you heard and saw today, you can't say a word. Lord, I have never been to this hall before. I haven't met anyone either." The boy said with a tense expression.

"Slaves don't need it." Just now, what the gentleman said was twists and turns, he half understood, but the master was extremely serious.He has been working in front of Elder Brother Twelve for so long, so he naturally knows what to say and what not to say.

As He Shen walked towards the palace gate, he was thinking: Today's move of chess, although a dangerous move, made Twelve Elder Brothers remember him.

Yongzheng is the direct son of the Ulanara family, but because of Hongli's dissatisfaction with the queen, the young Yongzheng rarely received Hongli's care.Hongli was worried that the Ulanara family would be too indulgent to Yongzheng, and in order to prevent Yongzheng from being too dependent on his biological mother, he fostered Yongzheng with the queen mother.

Regrettably, when Yongzheng was sent to Shoukang Palace, he had already reached the age of remembering, and could not understand Hongli's painstaking efforts, and the father and son gradually developed suspicions.Later, Yongzheng died of illness, and Hongli didn't even posthumously confer the title after his death. It was not until the third year of Jiaqing, when the new emperor ascended the throne, that Yongzheng was posthumously named Baylor.

In history, Heshen, although greedy for power, never formed a party, and served Hongli diligently for decades.Hongli chose Yongyan, and he remained loyal as always.But today's He Shen knows that although Jiaqing Emperor Yongyan is diligent, he is too mediocre in terms of emperor's qualifications.He Shen didn't know if the result would be different if it was Yong Xin.But if he wants to bet his future on Yong Yan twice while knowing the result, he can't do it.

He Shen stepped out of the palace gate, and Hongli's imperial driver arrived at Prince He's Mansion.Hongli stopped his subordinates from reporting, and walked quickly into the Nuan Pavilion.

Lying sideways on the couch with Prince Hong Zhou, holding a bong tremblingly in his bony hand, he smoked on the fire, with an intoxicated expression on his face amidst the smoke.

Seeing Hongli coming in, the girl who was beating her legs quickly stood up and saluted, but Hong Zhou still kept his eyes closed and gasped: "What are you doing to stop? I think the master is going to die and I can't command you anymore, right?"

Hongli waved his hand, and the girls backed away.Hongzhou waited for a while, and had to open his eyes. He saw Hongli standing in front of the couch, looking at him with a cloudy face, and he didn't get up. Encumbered, I can't salute the emperor, but I hope the emperor will forgive me."

Seeing his sunken cheeks and sallow complexion, Hongli frowned and said: "You don't care about your body so much, how can you be worthy of the spirit of Concubine Huang Kaoyu?"

Hong Zhou smiled nonchalantly and said: "A person lives for a lifetime, but at most a hundred years. Spending time and drinking is life, and exhaustion is also life. Why don't you live more happily? Could it be that I have been sitting in that position for a long time, and the emperor really believes in the long live immortality nonsense?"

These words were really disrespectful, but Hongli was not angry.He looked around at the furnishings in the Nuan Pavilion, saw the tin Eight Immortals table and chairs beside the bed, and asked, "What is this?"

"This is a ghost vessel specially ordered by my younger brother. In the future, when my younger brother is buried in the earth, these objects will be buried with him." Hong Zhou squinted his eyes and smoked a big cigarette while talking.

Seeing that Hongli pursed his lips and did not speak, Hongzhou flicked the cigarette ash, and jokingly said, "It's so boring to sit around, brother Huang, why don't I have some fun for brother Huang?" Shouted outside the house: "Uncle Fu!"

After Lao Fu paid his respects, Hong Zhou ordered: "You have already gone as a master, cry, the louder you cry, the happier you will be."

Uncle Fu looked at Hongli hesitantly, and seeing that he had no objection, he covered his face with his sleeve and began to cry.At the beginning, it was just sobbing softly, but in the end it became a loud wail: "Master, why did you leave, what should the whole house do if you leave?"

Hong Zhou lay on the couch and listened, the more sad Lao Fu cried, the happier he laughed, clapping his hands and laughing: "Look, Brother Huang, he really thinks I'm dead, look how sad he is crying. Brother Huang, if I really die, will you cry?"

Hongli's face was ashen, and he swept the teacup on the table to the ground with a flick of his sleeve.The snow-white tiles were scattered all over the ground, and Lao Fu was so frightened that he fell silent.Only Hongli shouted: "It's just nonsense."

Hong Zhou stared his sunken eyes wide like a corpse, and lay on his back straight on the bed.After Hongli left, he covered his face with his withered hands and giggled.Old Fu's dim eyes did not see the tears slipping from between Hong Zhou's fingers.

When Hongli walked into the main hall of the palace, the imperial physician saw the emperor and hurriedly knelt down to salute.Hongli didn't make any detours, and went straight to the point: "At all costs, save Prince He's life. If Prince He is gone, I want you all to be buried with him."

The hands clenched into fists beside Hongli trembled slightly.In the previous life, Hongzhou couldn't afford to be ill because of this, and died before the end of the young year.Since he came to the throne, the only remaining blood brother has disappeared, and he has completely become a loner.Hongli doesn't know if there will be a turning point in this life.

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