The evil young man also spoke up and said, "Yes, brother, it's not easy for Sister Yun to be alone."
"I will take care of her." Pan Zhuqing still smiled lightly, but her heart was already cold.
Fu Yun held Gong Yueyue's hand under the table, and the cold palm gradually warmed up.
With a calm face, Pan Zhuqing walked into the study and sat on the stool opposite Pan Yu. "Killing a prostitute by mistake means one life for another at most. The emperor needs to appease me, so he will be sentenced severely. Since he has to be me
If he is a thorn in his side, you can't blame me for uprooting him. As for Wei Tingyue...this man is narrow-minded and will retaliate. If we don't deal with him this time, he will become a big disaster for us sooner or later."
Pan Yu admired him endlessly, but he was in such a low mood at the moment that even his laughter was painful.
"Thanks to your brother this time."
"Of course. If someone else were to investigate, how could things progress so fast?" Originally, he had secretly selected the right people to investigate the matter according to his plan. The sudden involvement of Pan Jingyuan and Gong Yueyue was a surprise to him.
Unexpectedly, and even more amazingly, the direction of their investigation coincided with his plan.
"But the final blow was thanks to Dad finding Old Man Luo's copy."
Pan Yu could see the sadness in his brows as soon as he walked in. This son has been prospering in his career recently. At this time, there is probably only one thing that can make him feel as lonely as snow. "And that Gong Yueyue too.
You must have contributed a lot." Pan Yu pretended to mention it casually, and as expected, he saw a flash of waves in his eyes.
As a father, I couldn't help but feel a little distressed, so I had to persuade her. "Zhuqing, you can't force some things. Dad knows that she is good, beautiful, capable, and popular. But no matter how good she is, she is still someone else's. For you
, her good qualities are all poison, and they have no use except making you addicted and depraved, making you trapped in it and miserable. You are smarter than dad and your brother. Dad believes that you have the vision to see through everything and the ability to save yourself.
.Dad is getting old. He can only rely on you to take responsibility in the house and in the court. Don't harm yourself because of a woman who doesn't belong to you."
In the past, Pan Zhuqing might not have been able to hear these heartfelt words, but today, they struck his heart word by word. He had known she was leaving, but he didn't expect that on this day, he would feel something he had never felt before.
Fragility and powerlessness. "My child understands that what he needs is time, and he will figure it out one day." He curled his lips helplessly, as if he was telling his father, but more like telling himself.
A few days later, at the northern end of the Central Plains, in Cangzhou Mansion, someone sent Zhao Changyuan a letter written by Pan Jingyuan. "Marshal! This is a letter from General Pan to you!"
The pretty boy was playing chess with He Yong. When he took the letter and looked at it, his relaxed and cheerful expression suddenly dimmed.
He Yong asked with concern: "What's wrong? He looks disappointed..."
The pretty boy no longer had any intention of playing chess, so he folded his arms and leaned back with a stern expression. "Jing Yuan won't be back for a while. The emperor will marry Pan Zhuqing to Princess Rong Ning, and they will get married in a month."
"Then why are you unhappy?" He Yong didn't understand. Almost everyone knew that this boy named Pan had ulterior motives for Mrs. Zhao. Now that he is getting married, Zhao Changyuan should not be jealous.
Is it right to set off firecrackers to celebrate?
The boy said nothing, glanced at him, then stared at the ground in the distance and said: "..."
"Oh, I understand." He Yong then realized that Pan Jingyuan can't come, which means that little girl Gong, who originally ran into Zhao Changyuan's arms a few days later, can't come either. "Wait a little longer, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.
.Besides, if it doesn’t work, can you ask Xiao Juan to pick it up?”
The pretty boy sighed and said helplessly: "No, he said in the letter that my wife will wait for them to come together. If I force someone to pick her up, she will definitely be unhappy." He felt disappointed and a little aggrieved at the moment.
.I wanted to see her right away, but she didn't understand at all.
Seeing his hopeless look, He Yong laughed inwardly, but he didn't dare to show it on his face at all. He could only persuade him kindly: "Don't be so disappointed. I will write to my wife later to persuade her to come and accompany you as soon as possible."
"
His eyes lit up, and he casually grabbed the rice paper with pen and ink and handed it to He Yong: "Write it."
"What to write?" He Yong didn't expect that he would respond so quickly. "Oh, I'll write, I'll write right away." After saying that, he quickly took the paper and pen, lay down on the table and started writing.
While writing, I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh: "Oh, don't you think this person's fate is amazing? A few days ago, Pan Zhuqing was still a suspect, but now he will become a relative of the emperor in the blink of an eye."
The pretty face continued disapprovingly: "It is not easy to be a relative of the emperor. There is Prime Minister Luo in front of him and General Wei in the back. They are all lessons learned. I guess Pan Zhuqing may not be happy. What's more, the other party is Princess Rongning." mentioned.
The name of this princess is so taboo that even the white-faced person feels that it is inappropriate.
"What's wrong?" He Yong raised his head and asked curiously.
Zhao Changyuan told him with a calm face: "The former consort Zhangyue is an old friend of mine. He went from a young and vigorous man with fighting spirit to heart failure step by step until he died of illness. I am very clear about the process. I must have known Pan Zhuqing too.
I won't be unconscious." At this point, he suddenly recalled the incident when he went to the palace with his father for a banquet when he was a child. Princess Rongning bullied Yang Yiyi in public and almost pushed her into the lotus pond. He immediately felt shuddering. If it hadn't been for him that time
With quick eyesight and hands, he quickly rushed forward and pulled her, and Yang Yiyi was going to suffer a lot. If possible, he would try his best to prevent his wife Gong Yueyue from meeting that evil female devil in this life. Otherwise, there are only two results, either Gong Yueyue
Yue couldn't help but kill her, or he could kill her himself.
He Yong suddenly broke his unlimited imagination: "It's so terrible... no wonder you don't want your son to be the prince-in-law."
Hearing what he said, Zhao Changyuan thought of the cute little princess in the palace who refused to let go when she saw him, and couldn't help but smile warmly: "Everything depends on the person. After all, there are only a few like Princess Rongning. I
If you don't want to, you have your own reasons. Firstly, stay away from the rights and wrongs of the royal family, and secondly, I hope they can live an ordinary life and marry the one they love."
"Listening to what you said, I... feel a little sorry for Pan Zhuqing." He Yong raised his eyebrows and finished the last sentence, folded the letter and put it in an envelope.
"We can't take care of other people's affairs." What's more, Pan Zhuqing is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Big White Goose only went through the second half of this sentence in his heart. Talking too much about others is not what a gentleman does after all.
This imperial edict of marriage that fell from the sky was like a thunder to the entire Pan family. Princess Rongning was famous for being overbearing, unreasonable, ruthless, shameless and unreasonable. She was not afraid of anyone except her brother, who was the current emperor.
The late consort Zhang Yue loved and tolerated her in every possible way, but in exchange she became even more lawless and even looked down upon by her parents-in-law. Living the rest of her life with a woman like her would be as dangerous and terrifying as licking blood from the edge of a knife.
After Pan Yu received the imperial edict, he almost went into shock on the spot.
Pan Zhuqing was stunned for several hours and did not say a word.
The evil young man also broke into a cold sweat for his eldest brother and took a deep breath.
But the blow to no one was as severe as that of Yulian. Her love rival was Gong Yueyue or Fu Yunshi, but she could still fight with all her might. Now that she was the younger sister of the emperor, how could she have any chance?
Back home, Yu Lian's illness became worse day by day due to depression and the pain of lovesickness. Yu Lian's brother had no choice but to go to Pan's house to ask for Pan Zhuqing. With the help of Bad Young Master and Du Ruotong, Pan Zhuqing was finally invited to Pan Zhuqing's house.
Visiting his little sister at home. Although Pan Zhuqing was vicious and cruel, he was not the kind of ruthless and hard-hearted person. He still felt a little pity for Yulian, a woman who truly loved him.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard of Yulian's house, Mother Lotus came out to greet him and cried and begged him: "Master Pan, please save Lian'er. She refuses to take medicine. If she continues like this...what should I do?"
He walked straight into Yulian's boudoir, and saw that the originally lively girl had turned into a yellow flower after the rain. He couldn't help but frown and softly called: "Yulian..."
The angry girl opened her eyes instantly, and tears rolled out of her eyes like a flood. Her whole body was weak but she managed to hold herself up. "Young Master..."
Pan Zhuqing walked to the table, picked up the medicine bowl, walked to her and sat down. "Drink the medicine."
"Yulian feels uncomfortable and can't drink..." Her nose trembled, and a bitter tear dripped down her cheek into the soup.
Pan Zhuqing sighed helplessly. "What can I do for you?"
"Yulian is fine, she will take good care of herself... I just hope the young master will promise me... to take good care of myself. When the weather is cold... don't be too greedy for cold weather; go to bed early at night... don't read too late, it's not good for your eyes."
OK; you sleep lightly and drink less tea..."
These intermittent gentle reminders were like flying knives piercing Pan Zhuqing's heart. It reminded him that he would spend the rest of his life with the least gentle and virtuous woman in the world.
This desperate mood made him suddenly a little restless. He put the decoction on the table and turned around and said, "I still have something to do. I will come see you when I have time. You can take good care of yourself."
After saying that, he walked out the door step by step.
Just as he walked to the alley, he suddenly felt a heat on his back, and a pair of small hands were holding him in his arms with all their strength. "Young Master..."
He was stunned in place, and after a while he came to his senses. He pulled away Yulian's little hand, turned around to meet her face full of tears, and found that she was standing in front of him barefoot, with a pair of shoes scattered on the bluestone behind her.
On the road.
With a face as calm as water, he stepped forward and leaned over to pick up her embroidered shoes. He returned to her and held her arm to help her put them on again. "Master and servant are having a conversation. I have something to say to you," he said in a tone of voice.
As calm as his face.
Yu Lian suddenly raised her head and looked at him in ecstasy.
He released his hold on her hand and let her stagger. "God will not stop trampling and teasing you just because you are so pitiful. So don't abuse yourself anymore. This will do nothing but make your loved ones sad."
significance."
After saying that, he no longer looked at Yulian who was in tears, and walked further and further away under the probing eyes and whispers from the windows on the roadside.
"No, it's just that my nose suddenly felt itchy. I guess who is talking bad about me." Gong Yueyue is quite self-aware. (To be continued)