There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Chapter One of the 36th piece: (1)

Dragon Girl awake from her deep sleep, lying on the mottled and faded wooden headboard, she looks lazy and enchanting. The yellow sunset shines in from the shabby window, casting half of the shadow on her face, and she looks a little sleepy. , Lazy, old and desolate around, can't hide her beauty.

It wasn't until someone pushed open the door of the palace that was missing and saw that she moved, and then uttered a scream: "...Ghost! There is a ghost! There is a ghost!"

It's noisy and annoying.

Linglong opened one eye, "Where is there a ghost?"

The middle-aged woman was so scared that she staggered and fell to the ground, crawling outwards with her arms and legs, and she heard the exquisite voice, her whole body was still trembling, but unfortunately, she still remembered what the nobleman had told her, so she got up again and tried to test. Approached Linglong.

Linglong didn’t move. She seemed to be not panting. The mother-in-law stretched out her hand tremblingly to catch her snorting. When Linglong slapped her away, she immediately became so frightened as to sift the chaff, she knelt on her knees with a plop, "... Please spare! Zheng Niangniang spare your life! Slaves—"

"Okay." Linglong waved her hand, still looking like she was lying lazily on the head of the bed, rather listless, "You make my brain hurt. Concubine Lin asked you to see if I was dead, right?"

The woman kowtows her head quickly: "The concubine Lin asked her servants to come and see if you need anything... You haven't talked to Concubine Lin in some days, Concubine Lin misses you very much... These few days the little prince again After catching the wind and cold, Empress Lin didn’t care about your side—"

"Go and talk to Concubine Lin." Linglong suddenly laughed, "I'm fine, doesn't she always persuade me to be submissive? Now I think she is right, and ask her to help me, I want to see the emperor."

The mother-in-law was taken aback for a moment, and then overjoyed: "Yes! The slave and maid will report to the concubine Lin! It is great that you can figure it out, maid! The slave and maid will go now! This is going!"

When she got up and ran away, Linglong stood up from the wooden bed. She yawned, as if she hadn't woken up from that big dream, her body was lazy and she didn't want to move.

After hearing the report from her mother-in-law, Concubine Lin showed a gentle smile on Duanli's face: "Really? My sister really said that? She is willing to come out of the cold palace? This is really great, she is like that from the palace. Far away, the palace has to take care of the emperor. There are always things she can't take care of. It's great that she can figure it out."

"Niangniang is very kind, and Zheng Niangniang can figure it out, it is really worthwhile for Niangniang to take pains."

"Although my palace and her are not compatriots and sisters, they have depended on each other since childhood, and have a strong affection. She suffered in the cold palace. Every time I think about it, my heart hurts." Lin Fei sighed slightly, "It just happens that the emperor is going to see the emperor later. Taking advantage of this good time, this palace will tell the emperor."

The palace people who were waiting on the side stood respectfully, but couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. Empress Lin is really the gentlest and kindest person in the palace, even the emperor Longyan was so angry that she was beaten into the cold palace. Zheng Niangniang still wants to help. If anyone has a headache and fever on weekdays, tell the Lin concubine Niangniang, not only can she get a chance to rest, she will also let the imperial doctor come to treat them, how can they Come and serve Concubine Lin!

No wonder the sage put the little prince under the lap of Concubine Lin to raise her. According to Empress Zheng's stubborn temperament, no matter how good a child is, she must be raised!

Alas, their nieces are kind-hearted and too heavy on old relationships. Although Niang Niang and their Niang Niang are sisters, they have grown up together since childhood, and love brothers, but they have caused much trouble for Niang Niang since they came to the palace! The envy of the concubine tortured the emperor's heir, so that the whole harem had nothing but herself! If you didn't take care of Concubine Lin, you would have died how many times!

Now they actually want to regain the holy favor, their mothers actually agreed!

A close confidant drew close, with a worried expression in his eyes: "Niang Niang, how did you agree? Zheng Niang Niang has been in the cold palace for the past few years, and the harem has been calm. You help her out, and you don’t know what **** wind is going to happen, then the emperor. Angry, you have to plead for her again!"

Concubine Lin sighed: "She is the sister of the palace. Since I was a child, how can the palace ignore her? If she wants to come out, let her come out. The palace will take good care of her and stop letting her. If you cause trouble, just live in peace of mind."

The confidant maid showed no anger when she heard it, but Concubine Lin insisted that she was a slave and couldn't say much, so she had to retreat in grief.

After a cup of tea, the emperor came. Because of the cold, he was wrapped in a large cloak of black crane feathers. The wind and snow fell on his shoulders, and his sword eyebrows and stars became more and more powerful under the candlelight. Concubine Lin greeted him with a soft smile and took down the great cloak for the emperor: "The emperor will bake here first, so that the cold will not enter the body."

The emperor nodded: "How about the emperor?"

"Well, I just missed his father a little bit. I drank the medicine at noon and lay down after eating some meals. If I knew the emperor came to see him, I might be happy."

Hearing this, the emperor couldn't help but show a little smile: "My concubine has worked hard, I will go and see the emperor."

In the inner hall, the little prince was sitting cross-legged on the bed wrapped in a quilt. He was very happy to see the emperor: "Father!"

The emperor went up to pick up his son, held him high in the air, and asked him: "Does the emperor's head hurt today?"

The little prince shook his head: "My son is much better."

The emperor talked to him again. Seeing that the little prince seemed to be distracted, he lowered his voice and asked: "What's wrong with the emperor? Looking at the gloomy, what you want, tell the emperor."

The little prince took a quick look at him, lowered his head, remembering the words taught by his mother and concubine, and said reluctantly: "My son...I want to see my own mother."

The emperor's eyebrows instantly cooled down, and when he looked around, all the palace people looked down and did not dare to whisper. He asked: "Who taught you this?"

Before the little prince spoke, Concubine Lin took a step forward: "The emperor, the concubine Pope's son said, anyway, my younger sister is the mother of the emperor's son. What's the matter? It's a bad reputation for the prince. It was the fault of the concubine, and the concubine did not dare to speak to the emperor personally, so he taught the emperor...please punish the emperor!"

He knelt down as he said.

Concubine Lin knelt, how could the others in the hall continue to stand? Suddenly, apart from the emperor and the little prince, the temple knelt down. In view of the presence of the child, the emperor looked unclear, and only asked the little prince: "If your mother and concubine taught you, would you want to see your mother?"

Hearing this, the little prince was a little at a loss. He hasn't seen his mother since he can remember. He heard from the palace people that his mother, Concubine Zheng, angered Longyan and was beaten into the cold palace shortly after giving birth. It has been five years since then. He had never seen his relatives before, and he didn't know what kind of person she was, but he was impressed. In this palace, except for the concubine, no one said good things about her!

Even if the mother and concubine never said it, the little prince knew that every month she would send someone to the cold palace to give her mother-in-law some food and clothing, and take good care of her. But for five years, the mother-in-law never had a word. He is enough to explain... She doesn't have him in her heart at all, right?

It would be great if the mother and concubine were his mother.

The little prince looked depressed, and the dull hair on top of his head was particularly sad because he was sleeping. The emperor stroked his son's dull hair, "Since the emperor doesn't know the answer, the father will take you to see her. If after seeing her, If you are still willing to say you want her, I will allow her to come out."

The little prince raised his head blankly and intersected with his father's scorching eyes. After a long while, he gave a somewhat bewildered hum.

The emperor touched his little head affectionately.

"The emperor...it's dark, it's still so cold, the emperor is still ill, you..."

"It's okay." The emperor personally dressed his son. "If you are weak, take a good rest in the palace, and I will bring the emperor back to eat with you in a while."

Concubine Lin said, "Why don't your concubine go with you? My sister listens to the concubine's words, and the concubine is afraid of her..." In case the cold talk hurts the little prince... She has raised this child for five years and has regarded him as her own. Fate, I can't see that he is a bit bad.

"No. You are not here, so that the emperor knows what the real Concubine Zheng is like." The emperor asked the palace man to put a cloak on himself, and then wrapped the little prince firmly in, without revealing the slightest wind, snow and cold outside, he It is reluctant to let him suffer a little sin.

The emperor had said so, and Concubine Lin had no choice but to stop. She worried about the emperor and the little prince until the figure of the palace servant carrying a lamp disappeared from the field of vision, and she still stood at the gate of the palace and did not return. The maid came over and put on her a thick cloak: "Manny, you can go back and rest. The emperor will come back with the little majesty in a while. You are not in good health. It will be bad if you get sick."

Although she didn't know why the empress was always so kind, no matter what the empress Zheng did, she had to protect her, but since empress said that, they are slaves, of course they can only obey.

"Father, what does Lenggong look like?"

The emperor didn't stop, and said: "Lenggong is a place where people who made mistakes live. Naturally, it won't be as good as where you live. My father has never been there before. I don't know what it looks like."

The father and son arrived in the middle of the conversation. The cold palace is actually the name of the people in the palace, but its plaques have been scattered and crooked, and the characters on it have gone through the wind and rain and can’t recognize it anymore. There are two dizzy guards at the door. The sleeping old eunuch, hearing that the emperor was coming, couldn't help but kowtowed for fear of being attacked.

The emperor's idea of ​​taking care of his son made everyone else stay outside. After all, it was the birth mother of the little prince. The attendant **** was worried about his safety, so he waved his hand to indicate that it was OK, and asked them to wait outside.

He stood at a young age, and only had such a son, and no one in the harem showed up. Naturally, he cherished it extremely.

The little prince struggled to stick out a small head from his father's cloak. He lived with Concubine Lin. The palace was carved with beams and painted buildings. No snow was visible. The trees and flowers were also trimmed very neatly and beautifully. But in this cold palace, the vegetation grew wildly. , There were flakes of snow, the oil paint on the pillars of the temple door had fallen off seven or eighty-eight, and the windows were broken everywhere, and the cold wind was whistling, which was particularly desolate.

There was no candlelight, and there was dead silence. The little prince was a little frightened, and tightened his father's shirt. The emperor patted him on the back. Just as he was about to comfort him, the little guy suddenly sniffed: "Fragrant... so fragrant!"

The emperor also smelled it.

The father and son followed the fragrance into the main hall. The hall was spacious and gloomy, with only a pile of fire, and the woman with her back to them threw the wood in hand from time to time-they were all removed from the windows and doors. Anyway, if you don't remove it, nothing can be blocked. , Might as well let her use to roast sweet potatoes.

The little prince was a little bit timid about hometown. This was the first time he saw his mother and looked at his father timidly. The emperor watched the memorial moment and put him down. The little prince da da da ran over and moved to the opposite side of the fire. He couldn't help being curious: "What are you doing?"

Linglong asked, "You have to tell others who you are before you ask them what they are doing, right?"

"I am the son of the emperor father! I am the prince!" The first two sentences were spoken loudly, and the last sentence suddenly whispered, "You, are you my mother-in-law?"

Linglong's hand fiddled with the firewood stopped, and said slowly: "What is it, what is it not?"

The little prince looked at her helplessly, not knowing how to answer, and in the end he could only choose to ask for help from the omnipotent father.

The emperor said: "Concubine Zheng."

Linglong pulled the roasted sweet potatoes out of the fire without turning her head back: "There is no Concubine Zheng here, only the sinner Zheng."

She brought this sweet potato from the imperial dining room, and most of the imperial concubines did not eat it, because it was easy to accumulate food and gas, and it was indecent. They were all eaten by the minions. Looking at her big head, Linglong took a few and broke the wood to bake, having a great time.

Concubine Lin never eats such folk snacks, and since she became a court concubine, she has never looked down upon her every day. Therefore, the little prince naturally has not eaten it either. Not to mention him, even the emperor didn't have such a blessing.

On weekdays, Concubine Lin was also very repulsive of the food made by sweet potatoes. Because she was born in the market, she knew that eating sweet potatoes would make her stomach deflated. The emperor often came to visit the little prince, so this kind of food was strictly forbidden on her table. of.

The thin skin was roasted brown, and when it was uncovered, the fragrance overflowed. The little prince had not eaten dinner yet, and was sick again. When he smelled the fragrance, he was hungry in his stomach. Big eyes stared at the sweet potato in Linglong's hand and swallowed. Drooling.

The sweet sweet potato squatted on the ground exquisitely with the heat. She was beaten into the cold palace, naturally wearing a silk skirt, but after she came, she was lazy to take care of herself, and her long hair was tied behind her body with cloth strips at will. Without decoration, it looks more and more picturesque and exquisite like jade.

Concubine Zheng is also very beautiful, but she is by no means as beautiful as her. The Dragon Girl who slept did not feel hungry but was full of strength, and she transformed into her own appearance, replacing everyone's memory of Concubine Zheng in this world.

She baked it so hard that she naturally wanted to eat her first bite.

The little prince watched his mother eat the roasted sweet potatoes. The rich fragrance made him unable to move his eyes, and he just stared stupidly. Linglong takes care of herself, ignoring that the baby in front of her is her own son.

After a while, the emperor finally couldn't stand it anymore. He strode over without paying attention to Linglong. He picked up another roasted sweet potato from the fire and tried to uncover it—but he had never done such a job before. The sweet potato was hot again. It was tricky and fell to the ground.

Linglong looked over suddenly: "What are you doing?"

The emperor's face was insecure, so he coughed slightly to cover up his embarrassment. The little prince looked eagerly, Linglong ate half of the sweet potato in her hand, and finally got a big benevolence, tore a piece, and handed it to the little prince's mouth. The little guy has a mouth—the upper and lower rows of small **** made a creak, feeling aggrieved.

The emperor is getting angry, isn't this playing with his son?

Surprisingly, Linglong just took it back and put it to her mouth and blew it, then casually handed it over: "Be careful."

The little prince’s eyes lit up, and he bit him, his big eyes suddenly opened wider, so sweet and fragrant, so delicious! After taking a bite, he immediately looked at his mother-in-law with longing eyes, hoping that she could feed himself again.

This is not the case with the mother concubine. The mother concubine pays attention to the rules. From the time when the prince had the memory, there was a maid serving him food, clothing, housing and transportation. So bad.

That's right!

It's bad!

Obviously it was to blow him a cold and feed him to eat, so I wanted to laugh so badly!

Linglong looked at him a lot of fun, the little prince was born so cute, with big eyes and small mouth, very cute. She has a good impression of human cubs who are always good-looking, and she is lazy to look ugly, so she feeds the rest of the sweet potatoes.

The little prince has a small stomach and can't eat anymore. Linglong looked at the sweet potato he had gnawed on, thought for a few seconds, and handed it to the emperor: "Your son's."

Emperor:…

Standing beside him for a long time, not only did she not want to serve him one, but she also gave him the leftovers from her son?

Linglong baked a total of three, and the one she gave the little prince later was peeled by her own hands. It was a little bit smaller, and the little prince did not finish the gnaw, but it was stuffed into the emperor. Under the emperor's unbelievable gaze, she peeled the last big sweet potato, ate it slowly, and poured a cup of tea.

The little prince watched eagerly, and wanted to drink it, after all, the roasted sweet potatoes were a bit dry. Linglong moved the teacup away-the father and son noticed that her teacup and the teapot were notched and the color was poor.

"It's cold. The little prince who is delicate and expensive can't drink it."

Linglong has a playful tone, and doesn't care much, she seems to say casually. But her clothes were thin, and she drank the cold tea by herself. Seeing the little prince hesitated to speak, the emperor frowned and said, "How do you live like this on weekdays?"

Linglong blinked: "Otherwise? Eight-carriage big sedan chair, brocade clothes, jade food, mountain delicacy, satin and silk? This is a cold palace, not a fairyland."

She didn't mean to please or fear the emperor, she just didn't care much, she just said and did everything casually.

The little prince lowered his head and thought for a while: "Then...Do you want to go out?"

On the way here, the emperor said to him that people in the cold palace can’t go out casually, but he doesn’t want his own mother to live in such a house, live such a life, and drink cold tea in the snowy winter.

She... She was born beautifully, and she can bake delicious sweet potatoes, and she doesn't hate her appearance very much. The little prince likes her a little bit.

"Go out? Where to go?" Linglong asked back, "You now have a concubine, and you are the prince again. It is best for a person like me to die here."

She used to be lively and outgoing, but now she speaks for granted, as if that is what she thinks in her heart, and she must do the same.

The little prince didn't understand what she meant, but knew that death was bad, so he subconsciously looked at his father for help.

The emperor bent down and said, "Does the emperor want her to go out?"

The little prince pursed his lips, looked at the emperor and then at Linglong, nodding his head almost invisible. "Um."

The emperor loved him and loved him. In addition, Concubine Zheng was indeed the birth mother of the prince. Then he said to Linglong: "Clean up."

Linglong looked at him in surprise: "What to pack?"

What is there to clean up in such a broken place? Five years ago, Concubine Zheng was thrown in and didn't bring a fart, so she should tidy up, the quilt with the hole or the sunken pillow, or else it is a tea bowl with a gap?

The emperor was expressionless, picked up his son and turned and left. The little prince still looked at Linglong secretly, and Linglong called him: "Hey, the emperor."

The father and son turned their heads together, with different emotions on the same faces. One was calm and the other looked forward.

Linglong smiled, in the ruined palace and the roaring north wind, her smile seemed to have dyed the most dazzling winter colors, delicate and dazzling, just like tomorrow in the sky, with dazzling brilliance. Whether it was the emperor or the little prince, they were all numb with this smile.

"I have no place to live after I go out. The emperor will take me away? The little prince is also with me. We are a family of three, so we can maintain our relationship."

That night, Concubine Lin, who was leaning against the door, did not wait for the emperor and the little prince to return. Instead, she received an orally, saying that the little prince was sleeping with the emperor tonight, so she didn't have to wait for an early rest.

Concubine Lin was slightly surprised. The court lady next to her asked if she wanted to inquire. She shook her head and said no.

The palace maid secretly sighed that the empress was so simple and kind and indisputable. People are as pale as a chrysanthemum, and they regard glory and wealth as dust. Compared with the nails that other imperial concubines have placed everywhere, their palace can be said to be the cleanest.

Five years ago, Concubine Zheng was deprived of her position and entered the Leng Palace. The palace where she lived was long gone. The emperor let her out, and there was really no place to house her. The little prince was looking forward to talking to his mother. He was so awkward and bewitched by the smile that he actually took her back to his bedroom.

However, as soon as she came in, there were countless requests, to take a shower, change clothes, and eat—I saw the palace people being sent around, and the emperor and the little prince were sitting in the hall, watching them come and go.

After tossing for nearly two hours, she finally came out of the bathroom.

She was in the cold palace just now, and the cold wind in the remaining winter couldn't hide her beauty. When she was cleaned and changed into new clothes, it was so beautiful that she was beyond words.

She didn't care about the rules, and her appearance was disheveled in front of the emperor. Seeing the little prince staring at herself in a trance, Linglong looked down at the full gully and raised her red lips to make fun of him: "Staring at me, there is no milk for you to eat."

The little prince instantly blushed, "You, you, you—"

The emperor's face turned dark: "No nonsense!"

"I'm telling the truth." Linglong stretched out her hand and cupped her breasts. She was fascinated by the richness and smoothness. "I'm a sweet potato mother, shouldn't you breastfeed him? It's a pity that I didn't have this opportunity five years ago. Now you think, too. Gone."

The little prince didn’t know whether to be shy or refute that he had a name other than Little Sweet Potato. The emperor’s face became even darker: "The emperor is a prince of a country, what slander did you call him!"

Dignified prince, what kind of sweet potato is called?