Chapter 257: Sycamore

"The Queen Mother. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info As soon as the Empress Dowager's words fell, she saw Emperor Jing lift the curtain and walk into the room.

"The mourning family didn't say that they had gone to bed, why did the emperor come in. The Empress Dowager sat on the couch and didn't lift her face.

Chang Shang Palace on the side saluted Emperor Jing, and Emperor Jing raised his hand and said, "You go down first." ”

"Chang Shang Palace, you stay, there are few people around the mourning family. The Empress Dowager said, "If you leave, you may be in a different place when you turn back to mourn your family." ”

Chang Shanggong's heart jumped, he looked at the Empress Dowager, and then at Emperor Jing, and finally did not leave, and stood beside the Empress Dowager.

"Mother, what are you talking about? This is the palace, who has such guts. Emperor Jing stood three feet away from the Empress Dowager's bed, bowed his head, and was very obedient. "After so many months, the queen mother is still angry with her son? ”

Perhaps realizing that the Empress Dowager was angry with him, Emperor Jing lowered his head. At this time, Emperor Jing was not the emperor of the country under one person at all, but just an obedient son who did something wrong and admitted his mistakes in front of his mother.

"Who has such guts. The Empress Dowager glanced at Emperor Jing with her eyes down, and sneered twice, her voice couldn't help but be a little higher, "Who is this person, you don't know?"

Emperor Jing raised his head and looked at the Empress Dowager's gaze with sadness, "Queen Mother, everything I did was a helpless move, and it was really not my intention."

If there is still someone in this world who can get his true feelings, except for the Queen Mother, he will not make another two choices, he will survive safely, and it will all be thanks to the Queen Mother.

He has been aggrieved for half his life, and with the opportunity to win the treasure, who will not seize it, he has really had enough of those miserable days.

"It's not your original intention, whose original intention, since the thing has been done, don't you even have the courage to admit it?" The Empress Dowager's tone came from above his head, extremely stern, "Don't come to the Yongshou Palace in the future, the mourning family doesn't want to see you again, and the mourning family doesn't have a son like you, you step down." ”

"Does Mother want me to never see the light of day like a rat in the gutter?" Emperor Jing shouted with red eyes, his voice gradually becoming sad, "Mother really refuses to forgive me this time. ”

"Forgive you, then you also have to do something worthy of forgiveness. That's all there is to you and me, and Hugh has to say more. “

The Empress Dowager closed her eyes and said to Chang Shanggong, "Wait for the mourning family to go to bed." I didn't want to look at him again.

Chang Shanggong stepped forward to take off the phoenix boots for the Empress Dowager, and Emperor Jing, who was standing in place, turned extremely pale, staggered back three steps on his feet, and the Empress Dowager never looked up again, Emperor Jing was overwhelmed, seeing that the Empress Dowager was determined to no longer forgive her, he turned his head and left the Yongshou Hall in a gloomy manner.

After Emperor Jing left, the deep sigh of the Empress Dowager came from the Yongshou Palace, and Chang Shanggong saw the moist corners of the Empress Dowager's eyes.

"The Empress Dowager, nothing is more important than your body. Chang Shanggong said softly.

The Empress Dowager was silent, and her hand in the quilt was clenched tightly by her. In this life, unless Jianing, Concubine Xian and others can come back to life, she will never be able to forgive this son of evil again.

Chang Shanggong carefully covered the quilt for the Empress Dowager, looked at the Empress Dowager's eyebrows in her sleep, and sighed heavily in her heart, tonight must be another sleepless night, the Empress Dowager is really bitter in her heart, but no one can tell about this bitterness.

She lowered the curtain and walked away lightly. Looking at the wisps of fragrance burning on the smoker, Chang Shanggong secretly thought that tomorrow he would send someone to Tai'an Temple to meet Han Shanggong to see what she could do, and the incense around the Empress Dowager could not be broken.

That night, the news of Jiang Jinfu and Jiang Tianyu's arrival in Kyoto reached the ears of Changle Changgong and Lu Wenxuan, and this time the two did not discuss how to act together, and the two did not say much about it.

The eldest princess of Changle did not sleep and got up early in the morning.

And the concubine didn't nod her eyebrows for the eldest princess of Changle, it was rare that the husband and wife didn't do the shameful thing for others, and the little slave and maid who kept vigil were not used to it, and secretly wondered if the eldest princess and the concubine had an opinion.

However, the two did not blush, nor quarreled, but the atmosphere was not so harmonious, and the waiters became more cautious.

The eldest princess of Changle stared at Lu Wenxuan, who was nested in the couch, glanced at it coldly, and said, "Your Majesty is going to the court today, and you should also go to the court to have a look." ”

After speaking, the eldest princess of Changle stepped out of the Yiliu Courtyard, and when the eldest princess of Changle came out of the courtyard, Lu Wenxuan called the housekeeper in, "Prepare a carriage for me." He said.

In a house on the edge of the Lu Mansion, the door creaked open, Steward Wu glanced out, and after seeing the carriage in front of the Lu Mansion driving out of the Lu Mansion gate, he squeaked and closed the door.

Last night, he received a notice from his master that they had to act.

Steward Wu didn't sleep all night, both nervous and excited.

In the next few months, he sold all the treasures that his master had accumulated over the years, discounted the silver, and bought many shops in Kyoto, and recruited a lot of talented people.

He has kept a few of his subordinates who have followed them all these years, and they are all used now.

Steward Wu knocked on the young master's door, "Young master, I'm in?"

There was no sound in the house, Steward Wu walked into the house, and after looking around, he found that the bed was empty, and the young master was gone?

In the past few days, the young master has stopped a lot, and he keeps drawing on the bookcase every day, which makes him almost dumbfounded.

There is no shortage of silver in their family, and the young master paints beautiful pictures day and night, could it be that Sichun can't do it?

He probed and asked the young master if he wanted to arrange a room girl for him, but the young master blocked his mouth with a knife.

Why did the young master draw so many pictures of beauties? Steward Wu looked at the pictures of beauties with different colors on the table, and was stunned.

Suddenly, his eyes were stunned on one of the beauty pictures, and Steward Wu picked up the beauty picture on the bookcase, the beauty on this picture was so familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"What are you doing here?" The sudden cold voice made Steward Wu's heart tremble, and he subconsciously put the beauty picture in his hand back on the bookcase.

"Young master, I saw that you have been nested in the house for the past few days, so I came to see you. He said.

"Don't touch my stuff in the future without my consent. Wutong glanced at him coldly, folded the picture of the beauty he had seen, and carefully put it in the drawer of the bookcase.

"Yes, yes, young master. The old slave wrote it down. Cold sweat broke out on Steward Wu's forehead again, and now he was more afraid of the young master than when he saw the master, and he didn't know if he had hit the evil spirit, and he was more and more afraid of the young master.

"Not out yet. Wutong's voice came coldly.

"Young master, the old slave has something to explain to the young master. Steward Wu held his numb hair and said in a trembling voice.