"Yes, your Majesty has a great responsibility for the country, and the dragon body is extremely important. There cannot be any mistakes. I am a weak woman in the harem. I cannot go to the battlefield to kill the enemy for you. I can only do my best." Meng Wan said and knelt down.
Feeling sore, trembling and unable to stand upright, she accidentally leaned closer to the emperor and said softly: "Ah..."
"Be careful." Fu Jingheng held her shoulders with his hands so that she didn't fall.
Meng Wan stood still and hurriedly distanced herself from the emperor, maintaining her duties as a concubine in front of the ministers.
Seeing this, Wu Xin, Liu Yingfu, Meng Ren and others had calmed down some of the resentment they had had over the past few days because of the emperor's favor with the woman named Wen. However, the traitor's daughter was still firmly seated in the middle palace. Maybe the emperor was still there.
To divert attention and protect that woman from being the target of public criticism, sooner or later your Majesty will have to come to a conclusion on the details of the sixty impeachment charges.
Fu Jingheng took the amulet away and twisted it on his fingertips. The yellow talisman with red characters was indeed not the finest talisman paper in the palace. He felt soft in his heart. He had a special affection for this amulet. He felt soft and attached to it. He never
He didn't feel this way about women other than Wen Jin. Is it because this amulet made him feel differently about Meng?
He looked at Meng Wan's face, which was round and slender, with a somewhat blessed look. He was transported back to his youth, when Jinmei sent him to see him off on an expedition. At that time, Jinmei bid him farewell twenty miles and told him to pay attention to his safety.
When he came back alive, he suddenly regarded Meng Wan as his queen in the middle palace. He held Meng Wan in his arms for a moment and said: "My dear, when I come back, take care of yourself at home and go to bed on time at night.
Eat well, it’s autumn, don’t catch a cold.”
Wen Jin saw the emperor taking Meng Wan into his arms from a distance at the corner of the palace road. She felt a fishy sensation in her throat and quickly covered her mouth with a handkerchief. When she took it off, there was a lot of bright red blood on the handkerchief.
She asked the king to grow up mentally, quit himself, and find a good girl to start a family. He also listened to her and did so. The courtiers gradually became closer to him, and everything developed in a good direction, towards a promising future.
In the direction of control, she clutched the clothes around her heart with her hands, leaned her head against the wall, looked at the blue sky in the morning, and forced the salty liquid in her eyes back into her body.
It feels so uncomfortable, like suffocating.
After regaining consciousness, Wen Jin took a deep breath and realized that she couldn't breathe just now.
"Your Majesty, have you forgotten that I have been ordered to accompany you to Lishan Mountain to take care of your daily life? How did you tell me to wait for you at home?" Meng Wan said with a warm and sweet voice,
He also advised the king: "Your Majesty, please let me go. It is against etiquette to do this in front of others."
Hearing this, Fu Jingheng was shocked and pushed the person away, only to find that it was not Jin Mei who came to see him off, but Meng Ren's daughter. He felt so disappointed. He looked in the direction of the middle palace. He didn't know what she was listening to.
It was a joyful scene. We used to see each other off for twenty miles, but now even the middle palace doesn't come out to see her off. Yesterday, he gave me fruit candies as a replacement, but it was useless.
Fu Jingheng let go of Meng distantly and asked her: "Which old immortal was chanting sutras in the Buddhist hall in the palace yesterday?"
"Master Jingkong." Meng Wan said softly.
"What sutra are you reciting?"
"The Infinite Life Sutra."
"Yes. It's a scripture he often recites. He and I are familiar with each other." Fu Jingheng responded in a low voice, "You can get into the chariot. The road is bumpy, so it's difficult to speak out."
"I am not afraid of difficulties and will not cause you any trouble." After saying this, Meng Wan leaned over to the emperor, got into the chariot, and waved to her mother-in-law in the car.
While explaining a few words, when he left the ear of the mother-in-law, he said softly: "There are still a few moments before departure. Go back and get a string of Buddhist beads for me. I can also pray for the dead soldiers on the way."
The woman got off the chariot and hurried back to the big Buddhist hall in the palace while the king was busy arranging his troops. She met Master Jingkong, talked to the old god, asked the old god, took a string of Buddhist beads and returned to her master.
The chariot went away, and the old god frowned very high. After all, monks don't care about worldly affairs. They don't care about anything. Good and evil in the world are all caused by cause and effect.
When the dispatch was completed, Fu Jingheng got on the horse with a neat movement, "Everyone cheer up and go out to put an end to the chaos in Lishan Mountain!"
Wenguang has 50,000 to 60,000 soldiers left, and Wenguang has 50,000 to 60,000 soldiers plus an insurmountable Li Mountain.
Fu Jingheng counted 100,000 people, and the 100,000 people seemed to win, but in reality, there was a dilemma. He instigated Jiang Huaizhou to help from the inside, and the chance of winning was greatly increased. However, he still felt a little uneasy in his heart. He had calculated every detail, and there was nothing he failed to calculate.
Wen Jin put her white hands on the corner and watched the soldiers in armor gradually follow their king out of the palace. She whispered: "Brother Heng..."
Gradually, the expedition team got further away, and she could no longer see the soldiers. She lifted up her skirt and climbed onto the Moon Observation Tower. She climbed up the spiral staircase.
She fell and hit her knee on the edge of the step, bleeding and soaking through her clothes.
The maid said: "Madam, Madam, your knee is bleeding. Please take a rest."
"It's okay." Wen Jin picked up her skirt and continued to climb up the stairs. She climbed to the top of the highest tower, where she could overlook the entire capital. She looked at the team of soldiers leaving the city, and looked at the ordinary cavalry mixed in among the team for safety reasons.
The king among them, headed by Shen Zishu and other cronies, she raised her voice slightly and called his name over and over again, "Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng, Fu Jingheng..."
Fu Jingheng was about to leave the city. He seemed to hear someone calling him. Suddenly he looked back in the direction of the palace. Liquid fell on his cheek. He raised his hand to wipe it. It turned out that it was drizzle in early autumn. The rain in autumn looked like a woman's.
Like tears, he, a grown man, became entangled.
Wen Jin got off the Moon Viewing Tower, and her maid Xiao Qi supported her. Xiao Qi said: "My queen, my queen, what are you worried about? You are the empress, you don't have to do menial work, and you don't have to worry about making a living. How can you do this?"
Are you worried?"
Wen Jin looked at the ignorant little maid and smiled with her: "I grew up in the cold palace when I was a child. I was so happy at that time. It's not like you don't have to do menial work to be happy."
The maid didn't understand, "How can Leng Gong be happy?"
Wen Jin didn't say much. When she returned to the middle palace, she saw the mark of a chariot on the ground in the courtyard. Her heart suddenly tightened and she asked the palace attendant who was pruning the flower branches: "Why are there marks of a chariot? No chariot?"
Without waiting for the palace man to answer, Wen Jin broke away from Xiao Qi's hand, lifted up her skirt, and walked towards the corridor, shouting: "Grandma!"
No one responded.
The Queen called Grandma and ran along the corridor to Grandma's bedroom. Just like when she was a child, she went home to find Grandma. She called out with a trembling voice: "Grandma!"
Still no one responded.
The palace man dropped the scissors and chased after him, "Master, the Queen Mother sent that chariot to pick up the old lady's belongings and belongings. That's why the old lady refused to leave. She said she would wait until you come back before leaving. The Queen Mother said she could leave.
Recently, she is in Shen Mansion in the capital. During the New Year and holidays, you will go to visit her relatives. She urged her to leave two or three times. The old lady was so arrogant that she could not withstand the Queen Mother's two or three calls, so she came.
The sedan has left. When I leave, I tell my servant to tell you, don't feel bad, I can see you anytime."
Wen Jin came to the door of Grandma's house, paused, and looked at the familiar floral door curtain. She didn't dare to open it for a moment. When she opened the door curtain, Grandma would be in the room, squinting her eyes and embroidering, or talking to her mother-in-law.
When her son spoke, she opened the door curtain, and the room was empty. Grandma's dressing cabinet was gone, the soft bedding was gone, and the soft couch where grandma used to lie on her side for a lunch break was gone.
Wen Jin clenched her hands tightly, wondering why Xia Ranshuang had been absent for twenty years and had driven away her grandma so ruthlessly since she came down from Hanshan, and why she couldn't even wait for her to come back to see her grandma off. She put her hand
He tightened his grip and asked the palace attendant: "How long has the sedan been traveling?"
"It took us half a cup of tea, and we are probably at the West Fourth Gate now. We should still be in the palace," the palace official replied.
Wen Jin opened the door curtain and chased after the chariot tracks.
"stop."
When they arrived at the courtyard, Xia Ranshuang stopped Wen Jin's path.
Wen Jin paused and looked at the graceful Queen Mother and her many maids.
"What are you going to do, queen?" Xia Ranshuang asked.
"I'm going to see off your wet nurse, and I'm going to see off my foster mother." Wen Jin looked into Xia Ranshuang's eyes with neither humility nor arrogance. There were also many slaves behind her, and she could not lose in terms of numbers.
"Now that the emperor and empress are all grown up, you don't need a wet nurse anymore. She still has a lot of things to do at home, so we should send her back to the Shen family as soon as possible!" Xia Ranshuang said in a deep voice: "The Ai family is your mother-in-law. She
No. If you go to see her off today, you are not taking the Ai family seriously! The Ai family supported you when all the officials were ostracizing you! If you turn your back on the Ai family, don’t blame the Ai family for being ruthless."