The palace attendants took out the tea-stained Luo Qunhe cloak. Empress Lu was wearing a plain gauze robe. The palace attendants took off the hairpin ring on her head in front of the makeup mirror. The rhinoceros horn comb carefully combed her long hair.
The black hair is still as bright and moist as yesterday, and the appearance of the person in the mirror has not changed much. There is not a trace of fine lines on the face of the almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks. Thinking of the villagers in my hometown who looked like old women in their thirties in the past, Empress Lu is still as beautiful as a girl.
However, she knew that even if her green hair was still as silk and her face was as peach blossoms, her years had slipped through her fingers unknowingly. When her eyes no longer had the look of youth, when one after another the palace concubines came in.
In the harem, you will know that the years have really passed.
In the past, when she was in love with His Majesty, not to mention someone deliberately smashed a cup under her feet. When she was appointed as the queen, the Cien Palace and the entire clan refused to agree. The civil and military officials of the whole court objected, but Your Majesty still made her the middle palace. Your Majesty
He once held her hand and told the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, "The Queen and I are one, and to respect the Queen is to respect me."
How loving they were at that time.
Empress Lu did not have a sad temperament. In her best years, she was favored by the most powerful man in the world, and gained a status that was envied by women all over the world. Now that her son is about to be enshrined as a reserve, she is not dissatisfied with her life at all.
satisfy.
Even if she was ridiculed, insulted and cursed by Mu Anzhi today, Empress Lu has suffered a lot of injustice. Without the ability to face it, she would not be where she is today! She has heard even worse words than Mu Anzhi. What is the result?
She is the one who lives in Fengyi Palace!
No matter how arrogant Mu Anzhi is today, she will still be the ultimate winner in the future!
Empress Lu didn't care about Mu Anzhi's sarcasm at all. What she cared about was Mu Anzhi's words, "His Majesty will grant Lu's daughter to marry the prince." Although her natal niece is nice, she loves her niece more, but her natal family already belongs to the East Palace.
Strong support, but what the East Palace lacks now is the real support of relatives and civil servants.
The Tang family has been a long-established family and is very prominent, otherwise the eldest princess Fengyang would not have descended into the Tang family. Empress Lu chose this marriage for the prince. Firstly, the prince-in-law of the Tang Dynasty was a high official in the court, and secondly, the eldest princess Fengyang was his majesty's direct descendant.
Sister, the Queen Mother's beloved daughter, although she has a good relationship with Princess Fengyang, this marriage is not the same as a marriage tied to real interests.
As long as the prince marries a daughter of the Tang family, he will receive dual political support from the eldest princess Fengyang and the Tang family's relatives and the civil service system. At that time, the position of the East Palace was as solid as gold and as stable as Mount Tai.
As for the daughter of the Lan family, she was just a foil used by Empress Lu as a cover. She knew that in His Majesty's heart, he must have more regard for the daughter of the Tang family. So, what did Mu Anzhi mean by what he said today?
How could she be the daughter of the Lu family?
In order to avoid suspicion, she deliberately did not mention her niece in front of His Majesty.
Mu An has always been close to Ci'en Palace. Could Ci'en Palace choose Lu's daughter instead of his own granddaughter?
Queen Zonglu couldn't figure out the reason for the moment. Was it just Mu Anzhi saying it casually, or was there another mystery? If Your Majesty was leaning towards the Lu family, he would not fail to talk to her.
The night was deep, and in the spacious and silent palace, the subtle and trivial sounds were the sounds of the palace people coming and going quietly. His Majesty did not come to Fengyi Palace again. I guess he listened to the "advice" of the Queen Mother, right? The corners of Queen Lu's lips curled up.
He turned coldly and went to bed.
Yu'an Hall.
The heart of the candle swayed slightly in the night wind, and the light in the whole room seemed to be swimming. The night watcher outside the palace did not hear the instructions inside, and was dozing off against the wall in the corner. Xiao Yi took a look
After returning to Gengxiang, he walked quietly into the inner room. Mu Anzhi raised his head from behind the writing desk, his eyes bright and not showing any signs of tiredness. Xiao Yi reminded in a low voice, "Your Highness, it's time for the update. It will be the same if I read the book tomorrow.
Yes, otherwise, it’s better to take a rest earlier.”
The prince's bedroom and study room are usually separated. Mu Anzhi has studied hard since he was a child. Although he has a separate study room, his bedroom still has a large bookcase near the window for the convenience of reading. Mu Anzhi nodded and looked at him.
He said expressionlessly, "You go ahead, I'll rest now."
Xiao Yi asked, "How about washing up?"
"No need, you go and have a rest." Mu Anzhi said again.
Xiao Yi knew that his master had been unhappy these past two days and did not dare to say anything, so he retreated to the outside. Mu Anzhi took off his outer robe and went to bed in his middle coat. Even though he was lying on the soft and comfortable bed, he still
It was a bit hard to sleep. Under the chest that no one could see, his heartbeat was beating very fast. He was so angry today that he actually said the two words he wanted to say most in his heart:
Bitch!
How many times in the dream did he curse Empress Lu so fiercely in his heart! Whether this woman was pitiful or arrogant, she pretended to be the middle palace and said words that seemed to be caring but were actually provoking with her charming face.
With the disdain and ridicule on his face when no one was paying attention, he could not maintain the same dignity as his status no matter what. He was no longer the noble prince in his heart, he must be this kind of person in his heart!
Saying such dirty words that are only found in the market, he doesn't have to work hard to maintain his status as a royal and respectable prince. How many times has he wanted to embarrass this woman without caring about it!
He has wanted to do this for a long time!
What a bullshit prince! What a bullshit royal family!
This is the most noble place in the world, the most precious place. You can uncover the glazed tiles, crystal lamps, white marble and vermilion walls. There is no corner of this place that is not a most filthy and poisonous place!
What kind of noble status does he have? He is just as vain, as cowardly, as pretentious, and even as servile in front of that person. What did he do in his dream life when he was less than thirty years old?
?Just for that vain respect, or do you want to pray for that person’s cold heart to give you a little bit of your remaining warmth?
When Mu Anzhi thought about the life in his dream and the life he had lived for more than ten years before, he wished he could give himself two big slaps!
Cut open your own chest, really look at your still beating heart, and ask yourself: What kind of life do I want to live?
After returning to his dormitory from Ci'en Palace, Mu Anzhi asked himself this question.
However, even he himself can't tell what kind of life he wants right now?
His only friend Pei Ruyu hopes to help the world and bring peace to the people and leave a name in history. Mu Anzhi previously wanted to be recognized by Emperor Mu Xuan, want to get the throne, and become a promising emperor. But is this what he wants to do, or is it his identity and his identity?
Even Mu Anzhi might not be able to tell the direction of the undercurrent in the palace.
Mu Anzhi doesn't know what he wants, but he knows how to make himself happy.
If your identity is a burden, you might as well put it aside for now. If you don’t want to do something, you might as well not do it. And if you want to say something that makes you happy, just do it!
East Palace!Throne!
Mu Anzhi knew very well that even if these two most noble things in the world, which he had longed for in the past, were placed in front of him, he would not have said so loudly in front of Empress Lu tonight: bitch.
It made him feel even more happy!
It turns out that speaking your mind can be such a joyful thing!
It’s a pity that he only knows it now!
Whether it was the nearly thirty years of life in the dream or the ten years now, this was the first time that he felt so happy!
Mu Anzhi suddenly sat up from the bed and shouted, "Xiao Yi, bring me some wine!"
Xiao Yi didn't know what to do. He gingerly brought the wine-warming flask and whispered, "This wine needs to be warmed. Master, use it more slowly. It's just that it's late at night, and there's no food to go with the wine..."
Mu Anzhi waved his hand and signaled Xiao Yi to go down. Xiao Yi was outside the door. He would glance through the crack of the door from time to time until the third watch passed. Xiao Yi quietly opened the door and saw his master sitting on the carpet, half leaning against the bed.
As he fell asleep, half of his face was pressed against his arm, and the slightly frowned brows on the other half of his face were exposed with a rare hint of relief. A wine cup rolled sideways by his feet, and it was still hanging in his hand resting on the side of the bed.
He was holding a silver pot that he couldn't drop. Xiao Yi first took off the silver pot from his master's hand, picked up the wine cup and put it on the table for a while. He half-supported Mu Anzhi's arm and called him softly, "Your Highness, go to bed.
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Mu Anzhi asked in a daze, "Xiao Yi, what do you most want to do in this life?"
Xiao Yi said, "I just want to serve my master well and be by his side all my life."
"Okay, it's settled." Mu Anzhi took Xiao Yi's hand, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was dragged into a deep sleep by the huge sleepiness.
Xiao Yi looked at Mu Anzhi's hand holding his own, with a hint of distress in his eyes. His Highness's hand was no smoother and more delicate than his slave's hand. There were old calluses on the palm of the palm, which were traces of practicing swords and guns for many years.
The first joint of the middle finger also has a thin callus, which is due to years of calligraphy practice. Your Highness, who is already so outstanding, has endured so much hardship and suffered so many grievances...
Gently taking out his hand, he covered Mu Anzhi with the brocade quilt. Xiao Yi walked more lightly and went over to blow out the other lamps and candles. Only a goldfish spitting water was left on the low table outside the tent. The red sandalwood base was carved with glazed palace lanterns.
, As for Xiao Yi himself, he habitually nestled in the corner beside Mu Anzhi's bed, quietly guarding his little master, closing his eyes and falling into a light sleep.