Chapter five hundred and eighteen: bright moon heartache
The Crown Prince of Zhou immediately bowed his head and said in fear: "Father, please calm down. I will realize my mistake. I will realize my mistake..."
Emperor Zhou looked at the Crown Prince of Zhou who was kneeling on the ground and said: "Li Cheng, remember, the position of the Crown Prince may or may not be yours. Go back to your East Palace and let me confine you for a month!"
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The Crown Prince of Zhou's body was trembling, but he did not dare to disobey the Emperor Zhou's words: "My son, I have received the order to express my gratitude..."
After saying that, he stood up with fear and fear, bowed and cupped his hands, and carefully stepped back a few steps before turning around and leaving, not daring to offend the already angry Emperor Zhou again.
Emperor Zhou stood with his hands behind his back in the Imperial Study Room and clenched one of his hands.
The emperor may be ruthless, but he must not be unjust.
The righteousness here is not loyalty, but great justice.
The king of a country cannot be without talent or virtue, let alone lose the righteousness in his heart.
Although the three countries conquered each other, one thing remained unchanged, that is, they all believed themselves to be the orthodox of the Central Plains.
The Central Plains are all territories that our country has not yet recovered. How can these territories be coveted by foreigners?!
The current situation in the Central Plains is called a tripartite confrontation in a big way, but in a small way it is a feud between brothers.
Dad left in a hurry and didn't have time to make a will. Now the three of them are almost like three brothers fighting for the family property.
It’s no exaggeration for one of our own people to fight for it, but an outsider wants to come and get in on the act?
wishful thinking!
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Royal Garden
In front of the prince's ceremonial guard, a woman in a palace dress stood in front of the prince, comforting the prince of Zhou who was sinking like water and said: "My father must have just misunderstood. Brother, please don't be too angry."
Prince Zhou said with a stern face: "Father, you are not wrong, don't say it again! I will spend a month in the East Palace from now on, and I dare not disobey my order."
Having said that, the Crown Prince of Zhou was about to leave and head towards the East Palace.
Obviously, the prince's mood did not improve without a few words of comfort from his third sister.
The third princess looked at the moon-white dress in a remote place, then she pulled the prince in a different direction and said: "Brother, if you go this way, you can also walk around in the imperial garden. You can easily not get out of the palace while thinking about it. At this time
You might as well take a look at the flowers in the Royal Garden."
After hearing what the third princess said, Prince Zhou nodded and said, "That's fine."
Royal Garden
a secluded path
In a corner where autumn chrysanthemums were blooming, a beautiful figure in a moonlight dress stood.
Although this place is remote, it is also elegant and reflects the beauty.
The beautiful woman holds a page of rice paper in her hand.
On the rice paper is a poem written in small regular script with hairpin flowers:
The autumn light of silver candles paints the screen coldly, and the light fan blows at the flowing fireflies.
The sky is as cold as water at night, so I sit and watch Altair and Vega.
The poem on the paper was recited by the beautiful lady, and she chuckled in the murmur, with a hint of shyness.
This beautiful figure in a moonlight dress is none other than Li Mingyue.
Although Li Mingyue likes the free scene of flowers, trees, cicadas and flying birds, she is just a forgotten person in this deep palace, and the other princes and princesses in the palace will only think of her when they are in a bad mood.
The beautiful scenery in the Imperial Garden does not belong to her. Even if she enjoys flowers and grass, she only comes to the most remote part of the Imperial Garden.
This little-traveled Qiuju Trail is where she often comes.
Qiuju is fresh and elegant, blooming here without competing with others. She likes it here very much, and also likes to bring his poems here.
At this moment, Li Mingyue noticed someone approaching and quickly moved aside. The prince's guard of honor slowly walked over.
The third princess next to Prince Zhou came over and saw Li Mingyue holding a piece of paper in his hand, and said with a smile: "Who was I then? Isn't this... isn't this... the... Princess Mingyue? This title is so strange, Zhou Guo
In a territory of thousands of miles, is there a fiefdom called Mingyue?"
The titles of princesses and princes usually take the name of the fiefdom. Although the princess does not have the right to govern and does not need to leave the capital to join a feudal lord like an adult prince, she can enjoy the taxation of the fiefdom. The third princess's words are clearly mocking Li Mingyue for being a continuous fiefdom.
There are no wild species.
Li Mingyue just bowed her head and stood aside, with a calm face and said nothing. She had encountered such cynicism several times after returning to the country, but the third princess was the one she didn't want to face the most.
This person has an arrogant temper and likes to poke people's pain points. He is also extremely favored in the palace.
The jade pendant left by her mother to her was broken by this third princess.
When the third princess saw that Li Mingyue was silent, she laughed and said: "Brother, look, she can't even speak. It's really ridiculous to be named Princess Mingyue just because she calls her Mingyue. She doesn't even have a title, and she can only take care of her in the palace now."
The older brother is just as despicable, and can only stay in the palace to raise a wild child that will not grow up. Oh my, my eighth brother was given a state fief right after he was born, right? Where is your fiefdom?"
When you are in a bad mood, you bully Princess Mingyue, who is more of a concubine than a concubine. This can reduce most of the anger in your heart at once. How can it make people unhappy?
Li Mingyue held the rice paper in her hand and bit her lip with her silver teeth, holding back her anger.
She couldn't get angry or talk back, otherwise she would definitely get entangled with him, and in the end her brother's situation in the palace would only become more difficult.
She could only endure it, otherwise it would only make it difficult for her brother.
The third princess saw the rice paper in Li Mingyue's hand and pulled it out. Li Mingyue was unprepared at first, but when she reacted, her bare hand was still holding a corner of the paper.
Li Mingyue was afraid that she and the third princess would tear the rice paper apart, so she could only let go. Seeing the third princess playing with the paper rudely, Li Mingyue's eyes were filled with distress, and she finally spoke up and said, "Please return the poem to Mingyue, sister."
"So you can speak, I thought you were mute." The third princess mocked Li Mingyue, then looked at the poem written on the rice paper, and was stunned. Could it be that this concubine had written this poem?
How could a bastard born of a palace maid write such a good poem? Why did she?!
Thinking of this, the third princess' heart skipped a beat. Under Li Mingyue's distressed gaze, she tore the paper into several pieces and threw it on the ground: "A sour poem and bad words are worthy of being written down to show others?"
The prince glanced at Li Mingyue, who was already there, and said: "Since I was born with all the diseases, it is better to live in your cold palace and not come out, so as not to cause trouble for no reason. Third sister, let's go."
The prince's guard of honor left.
Li Mingyue's red lips oozed blood from being bitten by her teeth. Then she knelt down and picked up the shredded papers scattered on the ground one by one, fearing that the wind would blow away a piece. Although she didn't want to cry, she shed tears.
It fell uncontrollably and wet the back of the hand that was picking up something.
After a long time, Li Mingyue collected all the fragments in his hands and carefully put them into the brocade bag.
This is his poem...
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Li Xun, who was dressed in gray robes, stood beside the rockery at a high place and saw this scene. His face was already gloomy. A piece of the stone on the rockery was crushed into pieces by his right hand, and the gravel penetrated into the flesh and was stained red with blood.