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¡¾In the Guanju Palace Hall, he followed the tail of his long brocade robe, and walked with his short legs, trying to run to his mother and concubine.
He didn¡¯t know which palace official he heard from, but his mother used to be famous as the most beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River.
¡°Mother.¡± The little prince, who had a cute and rosy face, shouted softly.
The woman with a slender waist and jade belt who was combing her hair in the mirror turned around with her back to him.
She has a black bun on her head, her muscles and bones are smooth, and she is incredibly beautiful. Under the light of her face, no matter how bright the brocade is, it becomes colorless.
There was an inaccessible frost on her face, like spring flowers blooming on snow, "Who allows you to call me mother, you can only call me mother and concubine."
The little prince felt a little aggrieved when he heard it, and said with a pursed lips: "Yes, Eunuch Ye asked his son to shout like this."
Hearing Ye Qing, there was a flash of tenderness on Concubine Lian's face, and then she said to herself as if she was possessed by a demon, "Yan'er can call me like this, how can you."
"Concubine, I, I am the same as brother Yan, Eunuch Ye said, I am the same as brother Yan."
Concubine Lian was obviously looking at the little prince in front of her, but her eyes were lifeless, "You are different from Yan'er. He is clean and beautiful. But you and I were both contaminated by that person and became extremely filthy. The thing I regret most is, It¡¯s because I didn¡¯t take you to die with me in the first place.¡±
"Otherwise, none of us will be dirty." Concubine Lian's eyes flashed with heavy pain. "Brother Qing will not go to the palace and suffer that kind of torture for you."
The scene changed, and the little prince had grown up a few years. It was still the same scene, but there was a reddish-brown scar on Concubine Lian's face, splitting her original beautiful appearance into two, which was deliberately scratched open. Another wound turned her entire face into blood red, and her body was so thin that her bones could be seen, making her look even more ferocious and terrifying.
She stared at his face, pinched his neck with her skinny hands, and showed a weird smile, "You see, the longer you grow, the less you look like Brother Qing. Tell me, whose child are you!"]
The familiar feeling of suffocation came over him, and Zhu Jingyu woke up suddenly, with a layer of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
¡°Probably he shouted in his dream, and Lu Dehai, who was at the entrance of the palace, ran towards the screen and took a look.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, I dreamed about my mother-in-law." Zhu Jingyu sat up and held the edge of the bed, his head lowered and still panting.
Lu Dehai held a cup of tea. Concubine Lian disfigured herself and got mad, and finally hit a pillar and died. It was really not a good memory. No wonder the emperor screamed.
"Your Majesty, don't think about these sad things."
Zhu Jingyu did not respond. He was not sad, he just hated himself as he had for twenty years.
"I want to go to Chuxiu Palace for a walk."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
***
In Chuxiu Palace, Zhang Yueer received the order and knew that Zhu Jingyu was coming, so she sat in the courtyard and waited quietly with her egg heart in her arms.
When she saw the bright yellow figure in the distance, she immediately stood up with a smile, and the originally lazy fat orange cat also ran to Zhu Jingyu's feet.
"Your Majesty, you are here."
"Yeah." Zhu Jingyu lowered his head and picked up the egg heart. Looking at Zhang Yue'er's smile, half of the depression caused by those memories dissipated.
"What's this?"
There was a tall bamboo pole picked up next to the tree in the yard. Zhang Yue'er saw Zhu Jingyu looking at the bamboo pole and said sheepishly: "Your Majesty, this is what I have prepared to beat the loquats when they are ripe. But look, there are The loquats are so small that I¡¯m embarrassed to pick them off.¡±
Zhu Jingyu couldn't help but smile when he heard this. He looked around. This small courtyard was remote. It was too sunny in summer and cold in winter. Naturally, no fruit could grow.
Zhang Yue'er didn't know what Zhu Jingyu was thinking, and thought he was feeling sorry for the loquat tree.
"Your Majesty, the most famous thing in my hometown, Lianshui County, is loquat. The loquats in May and June are very ripe. If you can't finish them, wash them first, peel them and boil them into a paste. It's great to mix it with water to moisten your throat. It¡¯s very sweet¡¡±
Zhang Yue'er talked endlessly, starting from picking, to the cooking method. She never seems to be troubled, and she can talk about the trivial things for a long time.
"Yue'er, do you really want to go back?"
"Well, I haven't been back for more than two years. I miss my mother very much." When Zhang Yue'er talked to Zhu Jingyu, she unconsciously forgot about his identity as the emperor. Only then did she remember what she heard about Lian Long ago. He quickly stopped talking about the rumors about his concubine, fearing that he would remember something bad.
However, Zhu Jingyu just responded softly and said casually, "Then when you come back, bring me the loquat ointment to try."
Zhang Yue'er nodded subconsciously and then felt strange, "Your Majesty, are you saying that I can return to Lianshui County?"
Zhu Jingyu looked at Zhang Yue'er's overjoyed look and felt relieved. For the first time, he felt that being the emperor also had some benefits, "Well, Lu Dehai has prepared a carriage for you, but I can only allow you to go back for five days."
"My concubine, thank you, Your Majesty!" Zhang Yue'er laughed with two little pear dimples, full of vitality.
Zhu Jingyu looked at the surrounding houses. When Yue'er came back, he wanted to make her a talented person. At least she would no longer live in this place in the west. It would be better if she could be closer to Qianqing Palace so that he could see her all the time.
The Chuxiu Palace was filled with warmth, but Lu Dehai looked anxious and hurriedly walked outside the Chuxiu Palace. He called out to your Majesty several times before calling Zhu Jingyu back to his thoughts.
Lu Dehai was rarely so ignorant of propriety. Zhu Jingyu stood up and walked outside the hospital in confusion.
After listening to what he said, Zhu Jingyu's face turned pale for a moment, and he held on to the doorpost, "He really said that."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Zhu Jingyu looked back at Zhang Yuer, who smiled at him for no apparent reason.
He turned around and whispered: "Go back to Qianqing Hall."
"yes."
As soon as he returned to the Qianqing Hall, Lu Dehai turned his back and closed the deep door. After confirming that there was no one else outside the door, he approached the table.
Zhu Jingyu had no expression, "He said something else."
Lu Dehai said with difficulty: "King Qi only told the slave that Zhang Huaian knows that the emperor is not the late emperor's biological son. For the rest, he said he would tell the emperor personally."
"Have you ever mentioned Ye Qing and Qin Yan?"
"My servant has never heard of King Qi," Lu Dehai said with a worried look on his face, "Your Majesty, what should we do now?"
"Tell Zhu Jingchen that I will wait for him here early tomorrow morning."
"Yes, slave, I obey."
The dim candlelight cast changing shadows on Zhu Jingyu's face. He stayed up all night, looking at the closed wooden door. From dusk to night, and then to the morning light of the next day, the first light shone through the window lattice. .
Zhu Jingyu sat on the dragon throne, his eyes slightly lowered, watching the palace door being opened a little, and the next moment, King Qi was standing in the palace.
"When did you know?"
"Ye Yunshuang told me that when Qin Yan was Ye Qing's son." King Qi raised his head and looked at Zhu Jingyu, "He did not hesitate to go to the palace to protect you and Concubine Lian even after enduring the torture. Even his son would be killed if he died. Isn¡¯t it obvious enough that I¡¯m guarding you?¡±
When Zhu Jingyu heard the word ¡®corruption¡¯, his nails scratched the yellow handrail, and he gritted his teeth and said, ¡°Why didn¡¯t you tell Zhang Huaian.¡±
"He doesn't need to know so much."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to commit suicide to preserve the reputation of the late emperor." King Qi paused and continued, "You should know that no matter how powerful Qin Yan is, just like Ye Qing back then, he can't defeat the entire Ming Dynasty. The military strength of the Yin Dynasty, so even if you don't die now, as long as Zhang Huaian takes that medical book and tells the world, you still can't escape, and you will be killed by Qin Yan when the time comes."
¡°I can swear on my mother-in-law that as long as you commit suicide, I will let go of everyone related to you.¡±
Zhu Jingyu did not believe that Zhu Jingchen asked him to commit suicide in order to preserve the reputation of the late emperor, but Zhu Jingchen was right, and he actually had no choice at all.
"Okay, I promise you."
***
In Wenyuan Pavilion, Zhang Huaian received a secret letter from King Qi. After reading it, he put it on a candle and burned it to ashes.
"Sir, what does the prince mean?" Li Zhi stood on one side and looked at Zhang Huaian in confusion.
"Huh, he still wants to save the late emperor's face and let Zhu Jingyu commit suicide."
Li Zhi frowned and said, "But after all, it is death. If the imperial doctor's records were not taken out and Qin Yan's people were protecting him, how could Zhu Jingyu agree to commit suicide?"
"Chen'er said it was because Zhu Jingyu wanted to save his and Concubine Shen's only daughter."
Li Zhi suddenly realized that this was the case, so it made sense. But unlike Li Zhi's idea, Zhang Huaian vaguely felt that it was not that simple, but he couldn't think of other possibilities. Maybe he was overthinking it. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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