Zhou Chengling looked at Dong Ji with a sarcastic look on his face.
Dong Ji suddenly realized that Cui'e was eavesdropping on their conversation. Cui'e was Jiang's maid, so she was naturally ordered by Jiang. Why did Jiang want to eavesdrop on his conversation with Zhou Chengling?
"Your aunt went to Tsinghua Temple to offer incense. She met Liu Yantian's daughter Liu Yanning at Qinghua Temple. The two of them talked for half an hour." From Dong Ji's perspective, Zhou Chengling's brows and eyes were relaxed as if there was no special expression.
This expression made him look creepy.
He always felt that something was wrong, and it turned out that the problem was here.
No wonder Liu Yantian knew that he was short of quota at the border and reported to the court that there were a quarter less soldiers, so he was defeated at the border.
After suffering a defeat, he was afraid that the court would pursue him, so when the battle report came back to Beijing, he turned the defeat into a victory.
He also wondered who told Liu Yantian about this.
He guessed this and that...
It turned out that the person who said this was himself. Dong Ji seemed to see him handing over all his war feelings to the Jiang family when he fell in Rouwen Township. In the past, he only felt romantic, but now he felt sick and wanted to vomit.
.
It turned out that Liu Yantian had long known his ugly side and had seen through him long ago. He also pretended to be a gentleman and negotiated with Liu Yantian righteously.
Dong Ji was covered in cold sweat.
He doted on Jiang so much that he hid mother and son for so many years. He was afraid that they would suffer hardship when they returned to the capital, so he kept him with him. Looking at Jiang's charming appearance, he thought of his old wife, who had many wrinkles and a dull complexion.
Face, he didn't want to look directly at that face, he wanted to look at the beautiful girl in his arms all the time.
He even gradually didn't like Zhao'er anymore, but instead liked the old son he finally got.
He thought he had found a treasure in this life, and thought Jiang and his old son were gifts from God, but he didn't expect it to be like this.
Jiangshi, Jiangshi, the Jiangshi and son he held in his hands were the eyes and ears arranged by others. The reason why he did not blame Dong Zhao for the defeat today was because he had kept a snake by his side for a long time.
Dong Ji thought of this and looked at Zhou Chengling pleadingly, "Your Majesty," he knelt down like a puddle of mud, "please help me, what should I do?"
Zhou Chengling looked at Dong Ji expressionlessly, "You should have told me the day you found out. Now, I have nothing to do."
No way? Impossible. The prince always has a way. Dong Ji knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, for the sake of the good relationship between our two families..."
"Now that Liu Yantian and I both know that you lied about military information," Zhou Chengling stood up, "Who do you want to spare you? Me or Liu Yantian?"
Dong Ji trembled at his lips. Zhou Chengling and Liu Yantian were in conflict with each other, and he could not let both of them spare him.
Zhou Chengling said: "Don't forget, if Liu Yantian can spare you, he will not arrange for the Jiang family. Now that the Jiang family has been arranged, you have no way out."
His military career ended up falling into the hands of a woman.
Dong Ji thought about the words he used to scold Dong Zhao for not living up to expectations. Those words should fall on him. How could he have the face to see his wife and children?
Zhou Chengling walked forward, and Dong Ji was so anxious that he knocked his head on the ground, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please save me, even for Zhao'er's sake."
Mentioning Dong Zhao and Dong Ji had the urge to bite off his tongue.
There was a time when he had to pull out his son to save his life.
Zhou Chengling stopped and said, "Did you ever think about Dong Zhao when you came back from the border this time? Dong Zhao is your son, and your affection for your son is far inferior to that of Zhuo Jing for his patients."
"If there is no Jingjing, who are you going to use to save your life today? Jiang's family or your old man?"
Zhou Chengling asked questions one after another, and Dong Ji sat in a pile on the ground.
When he came back from the border, he only thought about Dong Zhao not to ruin his big event. He didn't care about Dong Zhao's life or death. How could he have the dignity to carry Dong Zhao out to save his life now?
Zhou Chengling said calmly: "You should have known earlier, it's too late to beg me now."
Zhou Chengling would not care about him anymore. Dong Ji raised his head. The five-clawed golden dragon robe on Zhou Chengling's body made him more majestic. Today is Zhou Chengling's first royal ceremony as King Kang. He read it right.
Zhou Chengling will definitely surpass that incompetent emperor in the Shangqing Courtyard in the future.
He was not wrong, but he did not expect that he would not be qualified to follow Zhou Chengling.
…
As soon as Mrs. Dong entered the house, she heard a "wuwu" sound. She turned her head and saw several women holding down the gagged Jiang family coming out of the small courtyard.
Jiang looked around in panic, and his eyes fell on the face of Dong Ji who was standing aside. Then he struggled desperately, as if he wanted to talk to Dong Ji.
Dong Ji looked at Jiang coldly, "What are you doing here? Send her to Jia'an."
One can imagine the consequences of being thrown into a nunnery after making such a mistake.
When Mrs. Jiang and several ladies came out of the Moon Gate, Dong Ji stood there frozen for a while before walking over to Mrs. Dong.
Mrs. Dong had never seen such an expression on Dong Ji's face. He was pale without any blood, his face was tightly wrinkled, and the hair on his temples was also a lot whiter.
The sound seems to have aged ten years all of a sudden.
"Master," Mrs. Dong said in surprise, "What's going on?"
Dong Ji walked into the inner room without saying a word, sat in a chair, and looked at the blooming azalea in the dendrobium outside the window. The outermost petals were hanging down lifelessly.
Just as Dong Ji was thinking that he was like this flower, the petals suddenly fell on the table.
Dong Ji could almost smell the smell of corruption in his nose.
He is finished. Even if Jiang is punished, he is finished. Liu Yantian is in control of everything and he can no longer cover up for himself.
"I have to submit a memorial to confess my crime to the court. I'm afraid I will be sentenced to exile. This family will need you to support it in the future." Dong Ji looked at Mrs. Dong and suddenly remembered that this old wife had always been by his side through thick and thin all these years.
"Zhao'er has a future and will definitely bring honor to the Dong family in the future."
Ever since she saw Jiang's mother and son, and heard what Dong Ji and Zhao'er said, she felt extremely resentful of Dong Ji. But when things came to pass, she felt worried for Dong Ji again, "Duke, don't think too much.
everything will be fine."
Dong Ji shook his head, "It's my own fault and I can't live without it. I can't blame others."
…
Yang Mo stood on tiptoes to change Zhou Chengling's clothes, "What will happen to Dong Ji?"
"It's not easy to save one's life, at least it's going to be exile."
Yang Mo's hand paused, "What about the title?"
Zhou Chengling took Yang Mo's hand and took the robe he wore at home and put it on, "Dong Zhao has made great contributions. I will find a way to keep the Dong family's title and pass it on to Dong Zhao."
People like Dong Ji should be punished, no matter whether they are treating their wives and children, the court, or the people. The most innocent ones are Mrs. Dong and Dong Zhao.
"Don't think about these anymore." Zhou Chengling bent down and picked up Yang Mo.
Yang Mo was still not used to such intimate movements, especially at this time, Chun He was still in the room. Thinking of this, Yang Mo's face turned red and her feet kept moving, "Put me down quickly."
"Don't let go." Zhou Chengling let Yang Mo hold his shoulder. No matter how strong she was, he would not feel any pain.
The two of them entered the inner room. Zhou Chengling carefully placed Yang Mo on the bed and looked at Yang Mo quietly.
Looking at each other quietly like this, Yang Mo saw a hint of uneasiness in Zhou Chengling's eyes, wondering what he was hiding in his heart and not telling her.
"What's wrong?" Yang Mo raised her head and asked.
Zhou Chengling stretched out his arm to hold Yang Mo, "Do you want to have a child?"
After they got married, they never talked about the child. She didn't mention it, and he didn't take the initiative to ask about it. Even the mother in the house didn't remind her when her baby would come and when she would be more likely to get pregnant.
Zhou Chengling was full of expectations. She shouldn't have made him sad at this time, but thinking about the worries in her heart, Yang Mo still had to bite the bullet and whispered: "Can it take a while?"
As soon as the words fell, Yang Mo immediately saw the disappointment in Zhou Chengling's eyes. Although it was only fleeting, it made her feel a twinge of pain in her heart.
Zhou Chengling nodded, "Okay, let's talk about it later."
Seeing Zhou Chengling let go of her hand and turning to leave, Yang Mo suddenly felt uneasy. She immediately stood up and opened her arms to hug Zhou Chengling's waist. "The medicine I want has been made. I want to... make more of it."
Surgery, if you are pregnant, you will have difficulty moving." At this point, she took a breath, "I want to treat you early, and when you are cured, we can have another baby."
Zhou Chengling remained motionless for a while before he spoke. His voice was as clear as usual, "Isn't it because my disease will be passed on to my children, so I can't have it?"
It turns out that's what he thought, no wonder he never mentioned it.
Zhou Chengling was too thoughtful, and he accidentally started thinking wildly.
Yang Mo was startled and said hurriedly: "No, no, I don't know what disease you have yet. I just inferred the results from the old prince's pulse. How could I possibly conclude that the child will have the same disease as you? Besides, even if
There is a chance that I will have the same disease, and I have to let the child be born."
"I'm also selfish. In order to be a mother and have a child, I would rather gamble," Yang Mo smiled against Zhou Chengling's back, "We will have a healthy child."
Zhou Chengling turned around and looked at Yang Mo quietly, "Fool, if you want a child, you have to have it now. I want the child to stay with us, and I also want to be a father."
If the operation fails and he dies, he will never be a father.
If he died like this, who would be with her?
He wanted a child, and every time he saw her coming and going alone, he wanted a child.
…
Yang Mo wanted to speak, but Zhou Chengling suddenly pressed her down on the bed. His lips and tongue penetrated her so hard that she couldn't breathe. It took a long time before he let go of her to give her a chance to breathe.
"Wait until night... maybe someone will come in."
Zhou Chengling had already started to unbutton her clothes.
She was never his match in this regard. He would do the buttoning of her clothes, but he would still unbutton his clothes himself.