After crying, my voice became hoarse and I couldn't even make a sound. But the tears in my eyes seemed to never run out.
Xie Mingxi stayed with Xiao Yuhan until Xiao Yuhan cried until he fainted, then called the imperial doctor in to give Xiao Yuhan acupuncture.
Xiao Yuhan woke up again an hour later.
A pair of red and swollen eyes like peaches, it was a bit difficult to open them. Xie Mingxi's familiar face came into view again.
When a person is at his most vulnerable and helpless, a little warmth and companionship are so precious. Xiao Yuhan raised his hand with difficulty and held Xie Mingxi's hand. He wanted to open his mouth, but his throat was completely hoarse and he could not speak at all.
.
"You have a good rest," Xie Mingxi said softly, "I'm here at the mourning hall, so there won't be any trouble. I'll come see you again tomorrow evening."
Gratitude flashed in Xiao Yuhan's eyes.
Xie Mingxi twitched her lips in a self-deprecating tone: "Don't be too busy thanking me. Nowadays, everyone is speculating about the fate of brothers. How can I, the Princess of Shu, not show off at this time!"
Complex and unspeakable emotions flashed across Xiao Yuhan's eyes, and he held Xie Mingxi's hand a little harder.
It's a pity that her voice has become hoarse from crying and she can't say a word now. Otherwise, she would definitely tell Xie Mingxi herself.
This dragon chair is for those who are capable. Emperor Jian'an is narrow-minded and has no courage, and is not worthy of being the emperor at all. Now that he has ended up like this, we cannot blame the vassal kings for being ruthless.
It is natural for brothers to become brothers.
In the future, the King of Shu becomes the emperor, which may bring a new atmosphere to the Qi Dynasty. And Xie Mingxi is more suitable to be the queen of the middle palace than she is.
…
Xiao Yuhan was bedridden, his voice was hoarse and he could not speak.
The death of Emperor Jian'an was not a big blow to Queen Mother Yu. Most of Queen Mother Yu's sadness was pretended. In the Tian family, as an ambitious Queen Mother, she had to pay special attention to her reputation.
It was precisely because of Empress Dowager Yu's worries that after Xie Mingxi expressed her attitude forcefully, Empress Dowager Yu greatly softened her attitude towards Hanxiang Palace. At least, she never did anything like sending Concubine Mei into Jiaofang Palace again.
Sister Fu was not yet four years old, but she was quite precocious. She understood early on what "passing away" meant. She knelt in the mourning hall every day, crying until her eyes were red and swollen, and her voice was hoarse, which made people feel pity for her.
Empress Dowager Yu did not say anything, but everyone came together with Xie Mingxi as the leader. The maids took the initiative to ask Princess Shu for instructions on many matters in the palace.
Xie Mingxi had no choice but to take over.
She had been in charge of the palace for decades and was extremely familiar with palace affairs. After taking over, everything was arranged in an orderly manner without any chaos.
Those who are waiting for Xie Mingxi to make a mistake to watch the joke are doomed to be disappointed.
Empress Dowager Yu, who was waiting to find trouble, was also secretly surprised.
This Xie Mingxi was proficient in all six arts when he was studying, and his intelligence was unparalleled. When he temporarily took over the palace affairs, he turned out to be so outstanding and impeccable.
Queen Mother Yu became wary and uneasy, and her "disease" quickly improved.
As a result, palace affairs returned to the hands of Queen Mother Yu.
Xie Mingxi sneered in her heart, but she didn't show anything on her face.
She hates the palace and does not want to be a queen. However, this does not mean that she will let others rub her around like Xiao Yuhan. Now that her reputation is unfair, she is too lazy to argue with Empress Dowager Yu.
When the name is justified in the future, it will not be too late to take action.
…
After keeping vigil for more than ten days, Sheng Hong finally got away and reunited with Xie Mingxi in Fulin Palace.
Fulin Palace was originally Sheng Hong's residence. Although he has not been in the palace in the past few years, Fulin Palace is still cleaned every day. At this time, everything in the palace is pure and simple, and Fulin Palace is no exception.
White.
Sheng Hong had been busy for several days, and stubble appeared on his smooth chin, and his hair had grown a lot, and it looked slightly messy when it was lifted up.
When husband and wife meet, they first hug each other vigorously.
After a long time, Sheng Hong loosened his hand slightly, and his eyes turned around the face of Xie Mingxi in his arms, pity and heartache: "You have lost a lot of weight."
In the past, in Shu, Xie Mingxi was busy and happy every day, and her complexion was rosy and good-looking. During the time when she returned to the capital, she had never heard of exhaustion, and her cheeks were thin and no longer as rosy as before.
Xie Mingxi raised her head and stared at Sheng Hong deeply: "You have also lost a lot of weight."
Sheng Hong sighed helplessly: "King Lu and others have been locked up. King An is ill and can no longer be used. I have to take care of everything in the mourning hall. There are urgent memorials in the court, and several pavilion elders insist on me."
Let’s discuss and decide after reading it.”
"I wish I could divide one person into two and use it. It's inevitable to lose weight."
Xie Mingxi stretched out her hand to caress Sheng Hong's face and said softly: "No matter how many things there are, you can't rush them. Just take your time. Everything in the court should not be rushed. You have to wait until you have a serious identity before acting, so as not to fall behind in the future.
The notoriety of usurping power.”
After that day at the imperial mausoleum, this was the first time Xie Mingxi officially mentioned the future.
Sheng Hong looked at Xie Mingxi with a complicated expression, and after a while, he whispered: "Mingxi, I'm sorry, I have to break my promise."
That day, I promised that I would never let you enter the harem in this life.
But at this moment, I have nowhere to retreat or hide.
"Why are you saying sorry?" Xie Mingxi actually smiled: "If you sit on the dragon throne, I will be the queen of the middle palace. I will be distinguished and honored for the rest of my life. This is a good thing that everyone can only dream of."
Sheng Hong's heart ached, and the apology in his eyes deepened: "Mingxi, don't say that. From the day we arranged our marriage, you made it clear to me that you did not want to enter the palace. I also solemnly promised you
, will never fight for the throne."
"In the past two years or so, my husband and I have felt so comfortable in Shu."
"I just want to live hand in hand with you like this, take our daughter with us, and live happily for the rest of our lives."
"It's just that things are unpredictable. I never expected that this change in the capital would lead to the death of the emperor and also involve the three vassal princes."
"King An is young and cannot shoulder the heavy responsibility. As the king of Shu, I have no choice but to rush forward. Mr. Lu Ge has discussed with me privately. When the emperor's body is buried, he will ask his mother to issue an edict to establish the emperor instead.
.I haven’t agreed yet, but..."
"Don't say anything."
Xie Mingxi suddenly opened her mouth and interrupted Sheng Hong: "Sheng Hong, there is no need to talk about this between you and me. That day, you were willing to give up fighting for the position of crown prince for me. Today, I am also willing to enter the palace and become the queen for you."
All Sheng Hong's explanations were blocked by these few words.
Sheng Hong looked at Xie Mingxi who looked calm. For some reason, the corners of his eyes felt sore and hot, and a blazing heat surged in his heart. No words could describe his mood at this moment.
He could only use all his strength to hold her in his arms.
Warm water drops from the corners of his eyes quickly dripped onto Xie Mingxi's shoulders.
