The whole world is waiting for my deposed empress

All kinds of things in the previous life, like meteors smashed into Huaijin's memory.

He remembered that his father did not die that year, the Western Expedition proceeded as planned, the final battle report was sent back to Kyoto, and 20 soldiers were buried alive in the border snowstorm.

After the defeat, the whole country of Xiqin was in depression, covered with a gloomy atmosphere of death.

The court set up a tomb for 20 soldiers. When the old emperor went to worship in person, he was smashed with rotten eggs by the people. They broke through the encirclement of the imperial guards and pointed at the emperor's nose. They die!?"

The emperor vomited three liters of blood on the spot under the remorse, and he couldn't get sick.

Half a month later, a ballad suddenly spread in Beijing.

This ballad is very catchy, and it is written about love in the open and in the dark, and the two protagonists in it, one is Yelu Nanzhi, the monarch of the Southern Kingdom, and the other is Ming Feiqing of the Eastern Palace.

When Ming Feiqing was in the Southern Kingdom, he was exposed to a lot of embarrassing words. At that time, some of his scripts were spread to the territory of Xiqin, and they were soon banned by Huaijin.

But in this well-known imperial city, who doesn't know the rumors about the Crown Princess?

"I've heard that Yelu dog thief is good at playing. Ming Feiqing has been in the southern country for three years. I'm afraid he has been played to the full. Fortunately, the crown prince doesn't think he is dirty."

"It's really shameless to spread such a scandal. The last time I prayed for blessings, I'm afraid it was because the heavens thought he was dirty in the grand ceremony, so he brought a bloody disaster."

"How can this kind of person still have the face to live? If I were him, I would have committed suicide long ago. Why bother living in this world to drag people down?"

"It also killed 20 soldiers, he and the emperor deserve to die!"

......

The gust of wind blew too fast and too fiercely, soon, Huaijin also heard those songs.

He asked furiously, "Who started spreading these things again?!"

The subordinate trembled: "I don't know, this song suddenly spread all over the imperial city overnight. Even the children on the street have learned it. I really don't know where the source is!"

Huaijin's face was so gloomy and ugly, he had been worrying about the fiasco of the Western Expedition since he was near Japan, and now he was making these unsavory rumors again.

Although he was never mentioned in the ballad, but the concubine's humiliation was equivalent to the embarrassment of the entire East Palace, how could he not be in a hurry?

What pained him the most was that these so-called rumors might not be rumors.

When Ming Feiqing was rescued that day, his clothes were disheveled and his body was bruised.

Huaijin couldn't bear to ask what happened to him.

It is precisely because there is no clear answer that suspicion lingers in my heart for a long time.

He tried his best not to care about these things before, but now...it's like a thorn in his heart, the thorn is getting deeper and deeper, and his sense of existence is getting stronger and stronger.

Huaijin couldn't even fool herself.

He swept away the vases on the table, and all the broken pieces fell to the floor.

·

The smell of fried crispy meat came from the kitchen in the backyard.

Ming Feiqing skillfully put the egg-wrapped meat into the hot oil. After the hot oil boiled for a while, the fried crispy meat floated up.

He picked up the crispy meat, put it on a plate and arranged it, then lifted the lid to see how the fish soup in the stew pot was cooking.

The whole set of actions was smooth and flowing, and the chef's chef became the assistant chef.

The oil in the pan was heated to a certain extent and began to splash out, and the back of Ming Feiqing's hand was splashed with several red marks.

"Shaojun, be careful to be splashed with oil." The chef hurriedly stepped forward to fish out the crispy meat for him, "This oil is a bit choking when it is hot."

Tian Qing, who was waiting at the side, had already twisted a cold towel and put it on the back of Ming Feiqing's hands: "Young Master, the chef will cook whatever you want, and you don't have to cook by yourself at all. Your leg injury is just a bit better, so it won't last long stand."

He helped Ming Feiqing to sit down on the wheelchair, and Ming Feiqing subconsciously rubbed his sore knee, he only stood for a short while before he felt that his feet were floating.

"There are very few things I can do. He finally came to the inner courtyard to eat, and I want to make some delicious food myself."

Tian Qing curled her lips: "Your Highness hasn't visited Young Master for several months, knowing that you are injured, but still being so careless..."

"..." Ming Feiqing looked down at his legs, and laughed at himself: "For a useless person like me, he naturally doesn't want to look at him."

"Son..."

Tian Qing is not stupid at all when it comes to certain things, he has noticed that young master has been hurting his youth and sorrowing more times than usual recently, and he always says some self-deprecating words.

Although Ming Feiqing grew up in a poor world like Tuzhou, he was cared for by his mother Su Qiu, and his temperament was raised to be naive, tenacious and optimistic.

But such Ming Feiqing seems to be dying gradually, Tian Qing is very anxious, but doesn't know how to save the young master.

The fish soup was ready to be cooked, and the crispy meat was poured with sweet and spicy sauce. After the four dishes and one soup were ready, the maid brought them to Shanyue Pavilion.

At this moment, a servant from outside came in to remind him: "Young Master, do you still remember what Mr. Riming entrusted you to do?"

This family Ding followed up the Prince's Mansion from the Ming family, and was Ming Weiren's confidant.

Only then did Ming Feiqing recall that Ming Yang was in a slump after failing the imperial examination, his father asked him to speak kindly to the crown prince so that Ming Yang could be given a part-time job, open the back door, and take a shortcut.

Ming Yang's qualifications are mediocre, and he is not at all expected to be an official in the court.

If he is forced into the officialdom, if something goes wrong, it will only affect Huaijin.

Ming Feiqing didn't want Huaijin to be burdened with such a burden for the sake of the Ming family's self-interest, so he said clearly: "Let Mingyang study hard for a few more years, his current knowledge, even if he is the simplest copyist Not qualified, let alone let His Highness arrange into the Privy Council."

The servant hesitated and said: "In this case, I'm afraid Auntie Ding is going to quarrel with the master again, young master, why don't you give it a try?"

Ming Feiqing frowned: "There will be disasters if virtue is not worthy, I am doing it for the Ming family's benefit, you can just take this sentence back, and you have seen how His Highness treats me now, my words are not It won't work."

Seeing his haggard face, the servant didn't dare to say anything more.

Just when a gust of wind blew, Ming Feiqing wrapped his outer shirt in fear of the cold, his bloodless lips became paler, his emotions only fluctuated slightly, and he felt dizzy before his eyes. Clothing.

He hated himself for being so sickly, even he thought himself useless.

·

Huaijin came to Shanyue Pavilion half a quarter of an hour late to have lunch with Ming Feiqing.

He glanced at the dishes on the table, and they were all cooked to his liking.

Ming Feiqing is taking medicine, so he can't touch spicy and greasy food, but each of these dishes on the table needs heavy oil and spicy cooking.

So for the whole table, all he could eat was white rice and light fish soup.

Huaijin noticed this, looked at his thin face and asked, "Why don't you cook something you like?"

"I don't have much appetite." Ming Feiqing put a piece of crispy meat into his bowl, "I haven't been home for a long time, so eat more."

It was originally a warm gesture, but Huaijin's attention was all on the back of his hand.

There are a few pink spots on the fair skin, very much like the marks left on the bed.

The scene of saving Ming Feiqing from the tower that day flashed before Huai Ziyu's eyes, and he seemed to hear those obscene songs again.

With a bang, the jade bowl containing the crispy meat was smashed to pieces on the ground, the bowl was torn apart, and the piece of crispy meat also fell on the ground, stained with ashes.

"Your Highness...?"

Ming Feiqing was taken aback, she didn't know why Huaijin lost her temper suddenly.

The next moment, Huai Ziyu grabbed his wrist tightly, "Where did these red dots come from? Do you know how ugly the rumors are now?! Are you trying to scare me?!"

"...What are you talking about?" Ming Feiqing was completely puzzled, "You hurt me."

"Does it hurt?! You yelled at me, did you yell at Yelu Nanzhi too!?"

Ming Feiqing looked at Huaijin in disbelief as if he was being beaten hard, "You really still care."

"Of course I care! I've read every book about you in Nanguo, and I'm going to tear it apart!" Huai Ziyu grabbed Ming Feiqing's shoulder and asked, "Feiqing, Feiqing, I I can’t tell whether those scripts were edited or actually happened!”

There were already tears in Ming Feiqing's eyes: "You... said you would always trust me."

"How much I want to believe you!" Huaijin asked in pain, "The national teacher said that only if you care about me wholeheartedly, you are my destined Ziweixing. In the past, you brought me good luck. , but in this Western Expedition, 20 people died! With you here, how could Xi Qin fail miserably?!"

He looked into Ming Feiqing's eyes in a daze: "Is your heart not with me anymore? You have Yelu Nanzhi in your heart, and if you have thought about others, you are not my Ziweixing."

"You still believe that I killed those 20 soldiers because of my bad luck?" Ming Feiqing felt desperate for Huaijin for the first time, "In your eyes, I am just a mysterious Ziwei star, right? Once I can't bring you good luck, you think I'm a scourge?"

"For whom I was arrested and served as a prisoner of war for three years, have you forgotten?" Ming Feiqing tapped Huaijin's heart: "Huai Ziyu, do you have any heart when you say such things to me?"

Tianqing couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward to push Huaijin away, and opened her hands to block the young master: "Your Highness is stupider than a pig in the country! The young master's hand was splashed red with oil for cooking for you, what do you think? You How could you bully him like this!"

Huaijin's brows trembled, but she never apologized, and walked out of Shanyue Pavilion stepping on the piece of crispy meat on the ground.

Ming Feiqing got up early in the morning and endured the pain of sore knees to make lunch, but he didn't touch a sip.

At this time, Xichun came in a hurry, she wasn't serving in Shanyue Pavilion, but the matter was urgent and she didn't care about many rules.

"Young Master! Rumors about you are spreading like crazy!"

Xichun repeated a few lines of the most innocuous ballad, and the rest of them were so dirty and disgusting, how dare she let Ming Feiqing know!

Ming Feiqing felt nothing in his heart.

He has already accepted these rumors.

The humiliation he received in the southern country was far more than these songs, and now he is a little numb.

In order to humiliate him, Yelu Nanzhi once asked the number one scholar in the Southern Kingdom to write obscene lyrics about him and Ming Feiqing. He even read it to Ming Feiqing himself, and then let people publicize it to the people of the Southern Kingdom.

Not only did the script come out, but the painters in the palace drew the pictures himself, drawing Ming Feiqing's face lifelike, and then using this lifelike face to draw the protagonist of those erotic pictures.

During his three years as a prisoner of war, Ming Feiqing was a lowly type that everyone in the southern country could lust after.

Huaijin knew all these things.

Seeing that Shaojun didn't respond in a daze, Xichun worried that he would be provoked, so she comforted him and said: "These are all nonsense, Your Highness won't believe it."

Ming Feiqing looked down at the red marks on the back of his hand, it really resembled those marks.

He smiled shyly and shook his head: "No, he believed it all."