Chapter 315: Heaven does not fulfill people's wishes
because......
She couldn't help but raise her hand to touch her cheek. The touch of the scar seemed particularly prickly at the moment. "How can I still see him when I'm like this? I just want him to remember what I used to be." A sad word echoed in her heart.
, she pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and buried her head lower.
At this moment, she was glad that the emperor was present, that it was getting late, that the candlelight was dim in the corner where she was, and even that he didn't care.
However, it seemed that things were not going as planned. Her wishful thinking of becoming an ostrich was soon overturned.
"Miss Fu, long time no see."
After much thought, she knew that continuing with this stalemate was not an option and would instead arouse the emperor's suspicion. Even if she had no choice but to do so, at this time, she could only show her ugly face in front of Pan Zhuqing.
Her eyes gradually moved up, and the first thing that caught her sight was indeed his pair of soap-colored official boots with cloud bottoms. Then, there was the dark green civil servant court uniform embroidered with gold thread, which was exactly the same as she had guessed. I don't know.
Unconsciously, a smile appeared on her lips that even she herself was unaware of.
Her eyes gently caressed his body like autumn water, from his feet to his waistline, from his waistline to his shoulders, and finally stopped at the face that haunted her.
He still had the same unfathomable brows, and there seemed to be two locks hidden in his eyes, locking his emotions, anger, sorrow and joy deep in his eyes, just like two years ago.
She still has the same graceful and straight nose, which perfectly outlines the vitality of her entire face, just like two years ago.
She still has the same full and resolute lips, with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, elegant but not warm, just like two years ago.
Everything about him is the same as it was two years ago, without any change at all because of anyone or anything.
Uncontrollable sadness suddenly rose in Fu Yun's heart. For two years, she had experienced life worse than death, and the vicissitudes of life. But he seemed to have never had her as a person, and had never lost her as a person...
..
She thought she had at least had him for a while, but now it seemed that it was just a dream. She was almost unsteady and her legs were weak. How strong did she need to be to prevent herself from crying immediately? She could almost hear it.
There was an almost uncontrollable sob deep in his throat. Tears rushed up from his nose and were about to burst out of his eyes.
"I wonder if Miss Fu still remembers me? After you and Uncle Fu left, there was no news. Both Jingyuan and I miss you very much." Pan Zhuqing said these words from his beautiful lips, but the words were still cold.
Harsh, just like the flawless smile on his face at this moment.
Fu Yun felt that the air around him was getting colder and colder, and he could not say anything. He just looked at him blankly. Looking at his calm face, as if there was no blood or tears.
Until the emperor's voice sounded in my ears. "I remember that the Fu family and your Pan family had a close relationship back then. How come you two don't seem to recognize each other now?"
Fu Yun suddenly realized, and immediately understood Pan Zhuqing's intention of taking the initiative to talk to her. The emperor knew that the two of them had known each other since childhood. If they pretended to be strangers, it would make it look like they didn't have three hundred taels of silver.
When he was frightened and in a daze, he quickly collected his thoughts, lowered his eyebrows, nodded slightly to Pan Zhuqing and responded: "I have met Master Pan. I haven't seen him for many years, and Yun'er is slow by nature, so I couldn't recognize you. Please forgive me."
"Hahaha!" Before Pan Zhuqing could answer, the emperor laughed loudly: "It's probably because you are too serious and always act like you don't get close to strangers, which makes every girl's family afraid of you. Even if they recognize you, they have to pretend
It’s just that I don’t recognize him.”
Fu Yun didn't dare to raise his head, but he breathed a sigh of relief.
Pan Zhuqing raised the corners of her mouth, turned her eyes from Fu Yun to the emperor, and said lightly: "Your Majesty is wise."
The emperor smiled and sat back at the desk. Fu Yun also lowered his head and silently stepped aside. The emperor did not let her avoid it, and she herself hoped to look at Pan Zhuqing twice more. Even if she could not look at him boldly, she could listen to what he said.
That's good too. The next time I see him, I don't know what year or month it will be. She has a bad fate, and she doesn't know if there is a possibility of seeing him again.
The emperor asked Pan Zhuqing to sit on the chair closest to him, and planned to order the maid to serve tea.
But Pan Zhuqing politely declined: "Thank you, Your Majesty, but I have already had dinner when I came. Eating too much is tasteless, and I'm afraid it will ruin the Emperor's good intentions."
The emperor knew that he was an unkind and weird person, so he did not force it and gave up.
After the palace maid left the study, Pan Zhuqing asked again: "I wonder why the emperor summoned the minister?"
When the emperor heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. He thought that the two weirdos he met today were really weird. They spoke so hard and straight. Can they make friends on weekdays? Thinking of this, he dismissed it.
Glancing at Fu Yun in the corner, she lowered her head, as docile as a cat.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the emperor turned to look at Pan Zhuqing: "Did you know that someone has already found out the whereabouts of Zhao Changyuan?"
Pan Zhuqing replied calmly: "I don't know."
"Wei Tingyue told me that Zhao Changyuan is now hiding in Shaolin Temple."
Pan Zhuqing still asked casually: "So what are the emperor's plans?"
"I want to hear what you have to say."
"After all, Shaolin Temple is an important place for Buddhism. The emperor has always sincerely worshiped and respected the Buddha. He probably does not want to disturb the tranquility of the Buddhist family. However, this matter is of great importance, and the emperor cannot sit idly by and ignore it, so he is a little embarrassed."
Hearing Pan Zhuqing express his heartache, the emperor was quite satisfied. "Then in your opinion, how should I make a decision?"
Without even thinking about it, Pan Zhuqing said decisively: "In my humble opinion, the Emperor need not worry about this. Just wait and see what happens, within three days, Zhao Changyuan will definitely fall into the trap."
The emperor was a little unsure: "Why are you so sure?"
"He has to take care of the kindness of his parents and the love of his children. It turns out that he didn't show up for a long time, probably because he was in Buddhism and had no information, so he didn't know what happened."
The emperor thought for a while, nodded and said: "You are absolutely right. So...if he shows up, how should I deal with it? What do you have in mind?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Zhuqing stood up and held his hands in his hands, and responded solemnly: "Please forgive me for being stupid. This matter is related to the imperial power of the Heavenly Family. I dare not and must not speak nonsense."
The emperor smiled and said: "Do you know what I admire most about you?"
Pan Zhuqing still stood with his head bowed and did not respond.
"When I look at the civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty, there are many who know the world, but very few know themselves. And you, Pan Zhuqing, are not only talented in knowing the world, but also have the wisdom of self-knowledge. You always know when to say what you should say.
What to do." At this point, the emperor's tone became a little irritable: "It's not like some people who annoy me." What he was talking about was Wei Tingyue and the Sixth Prince, who had been hanging around his ears like flies these days, nagging.
Considering Zhao Changyuan's so-called evil deeds, it seems that he must be killed.
As for this Pan Zhuqing, the emperor now thinks highly of him from the bottom of his heart. In this chaotic situation, some people are urging redemption and some are urging death. In fact, they are just standing on their own standpoint and saying things that are beneficial to themselves. Only
This Pan Zhuqing, apart from occasionally sorting out the messy situation for the emperor, never had a word to say.
There was a brief silence in the room. The emperor was thinking about Pan Zhuqing in his heart, and Pan Zhuqing let him think about it without saying a word. After a while, a weak voice sounded from the corner - "Your Majesty..."
The two men turned to look at each other at the same time. Before Pan Zhuqing's eyes could touch Fu Yun, she had already lowered her head at a loss.
The emperor suddenly felt happy. This was the first time that she took the initiative to call him, and her voice was rarely so cold. "Do you have something to say to me?"
After waiting for almost two or three minutes, the terrible silence was broken by the emperor: "You have a close friendship with Zhao Changyuan's wife, I know this. But the deceased is gone. That girl is no longer alive. Those who are alive must do it for him.
Pay the price for your actions."
Fu Yun raised her head and looked at the emperor calmly: "General Zhao has never been drunk. He is innocent." At this point, she found that the emperor's face became a little embarrassed. But she had no intention of backing down and still used her
In a calm tone, he continued speaking unhurriedly. "In the eyes of civilian women, General Zhao is a simple man who values love and righteousness, and is sincere and sincere. He only wants to live in peace with his family, wife and children, and he will never
There will be rebellious intentions.”
"Whether he has any disobedience or not, it's not something you, a female prostitute, can see through." This time the emperor's attitude was no longer as gentle as before. He spoke impatiently and even rudely. "Didn't you hear just now?
Even my royal censor dare not speak falsely, how dare you easily intercede for the guilty minister? "
Having said this, he glanced at Pan Zhuqing, who was looking at Fu Yun with lowered eyebrows. But his expression was still indifferent, completely absent-minded and out of the situation.
Fu Yun still looked at the emperor steadily, and there was still no trace of fear or flinching in his expression. His tone was still as firm and gentle as Zhao: "People's girls are indeed the generation of women. So people's girls only believe the facts they see. No.
I will listen to those rumors that cannot be confirmed. The daughter of the people only saw that General Zhao shed his blood and devoted himself to the peace of the Song Dynasty and the safety of the people at the border. The daughter only knew that he protected him in front of the palace a few years ago and sacrificed his own flesh and blood.
His body blocked tens of thousands of royal guards. Many people in the palace knew that the blood of the general at that time stained the stone steps in front of the emperor's chamber. Your Majesty, General Zhao is not guilty. He is a man of merit. If the emperor kills him in this way, he thinks he is loyal.
Who among the loyal heroes dares to step forward in times of crisis? I beg the Emperor to think again."
Not only did the two men in the study hear these words clearly, but also the guards, eunuchs, palace maids and Tong Xian outside the door listened word for word. These words were heard by everyone with a little conscience.
What people want to say but dare not say. Now, a weak and delicate woman said it in such a calm tone in front of the most powerful minister and the most feared minister in the court.