Concubine Lian asked the emperor to let go of her former lover. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The result of the matter was obvious, the emperor agreed to Concubine Lian's request and spared Mu Yi, but it hurt him.

Mu Yi suffered setbacks again and again, until he was injured and fled, and then he had to live in seclusion to recuperate his body. A year later, when he recovered his body and returned to the capital, he learned that Concubine Lian died soon after giving birth to a little prince because of pregnancy and childbirth. Mu Yi, who heard the bad news, was deeply shocked and collapsed.

At this point, the two affectionate men finally let go of the fight, fell into their own sorrow and longing, and struggled in pain for many years.

More than ten years have passed, and thinking about the original persistence and pain, the emperor regrets it a little. If he hadn't insisted on getting her, maybe she would still be alive and well in this world today. Although it is not himself who accompanies her, as long as she knows that she is still living happily and happily somewhere, it is better than such a miserable nostalgia now!

The emperor let out a long sigh, as if he wanted to spit out the stuffiness that had been stuck in his heart for more than ten years.

Your father-in-law looked at the emperor's sad appearance and knew that he was thinking about Concubine Lian again. It's been more than ten years, and as long as the emperor thinks of Concubine Lian, he will have this look. Especially every time he saw His Royal Highness Jiu, the emperor was inevitably sad and painful, but he couldn't help but go to see him again and again.

Your father-in-law sometimes thinks that if Concubine Lian hadn't given birth to His Royal Highness the Ninth Highness, wouldn't the emperor have already walked out of that painful memory?

Jiang Moyan, who had sent off the Nine Emperor Princes, returned to her exclusive room and saw the scribes who were still busy writing dragons and snakes on the white paper, quickly excerpting. Her heart became more and more irritable, and she couldn't read a word.

Feng Jiutian's words in the morning simply gave her a head start, and her heart, which had always been in fantasies, instantly cooled down. Yes, he is now the Nine Emperors of the Dynasty and the emperor's favorite youngest son, and he is no longer the agent Ah Tian who is the same time as her. Their identity and status are 108,000 miles apart.

She couldn't stop him from thinking about other women, and she couldn't stop the future emperor's marriage, was it really impossible for them? Or is she willing to be an ordinary woman in his back house and share her lover with others?

She had seen the woman just now. Truth be told, this woman is completely different from the brainless Tana. This person is a person who cultivates both inside and outside, and the clear and agile eyes when she looks at people make her, a woman who thinks she looks good, ashamed of herself, such a transcendent woman, what man would not be tempted?

If she were His Royal Highness the Nine, I am afraid she would have made the same evaluation and the same choice. What's more, His Royal Highness Nine still doesn't know which onion she is, so there is no psychological pressure such as betrayal, so naturally he will not easily let go of such a big beauty who is automatically sent to the door.

At this time, Jiang Moyan missed his family members in his previous life very much. If it was before, she must have rushed home by this time, hugging her mother's neck and crying. Or go to KTV with three or two girlfriends, or drink in a bar, and let the noisy environment drown your sadness.

But at this time, she could only sit dryly, holding a book in her hand.

A scribe surnamed Wang saw that she had been stunned for a long time, and she hadn't turned a piece of paper, so she quietly walked over and reminded: "Steward Jiang, those are almost sorted out, if you check it here, the small one will be copied out." ”

Jiang Moyan was reminded by him before he came back to his senses and said apologetically: "Wait for me, I'll be fine right away." ”

The Wang scribe looked at the thick pile of books in Jiang Moyan's hand, did not speak, and returned to his original position.

Jiang Moyan knew that there were still many things to do, so he had to suppress his irritable thoughts and concentrate on looking.

By the time Feng Jiutian came back from the military department, Jiang Moyan had already returned to normal, but the sadness between his eyebrows still made Feng Jiutian aware of it.

This situation lasted for a few days, until Feng Jiutian couldn't help but ask her anymore: "What's wrong with Mo Yan in the last few days, but what's on your mind?" ”

Jiang Moyan came back to his senses in a trance, and hurriedly replied, "No...... Nothing. ”

"Really?" Feng Jiutian knew as soon as she looked at her expression that she wasn't telling the truth.

Jiang Moyan hesitated for a long time, and prevaricated: "Subordinate...... I heard that my sister was unwell and was recuperating alone in the countryside, so I was a little worried. ”

Feng Jiutian rarely heard him take the initiative to mention his sister, and thought that he had no feelings because he had been separated from his sister since he was a child, but it turned out that he wanted to be bad. He hurriedly said: "This palace knows that there are no elders in your family, since your sister is sick, you can rest for a few days and go back to see her!" ”

Jiang Moyan was about to refuse, but when the words came to his lips, he took them back. There are so many things to worry about these days, and she needs to be away for a few days, think about it. Therefore, Jiang Moyan asked His Royal Highness the Ninth for three days off, planning to go back to the countryside to have a look.

Jiang Moyan returned to Jiang's house that night. When the old housekeeper saw the little master who had not returned for many days, he was busy asking long and short questions, so that Jiang Moyan's dry river of emotions slowly accumulated a clear spring. Sleeping on her warm and soft bed, Jiang Moyan felt that her whole body relaxed, and before she began to think crankily, she fell into a sweet dream.

On the second day, as soon as Jiang Moyan came together, he saw the housekeeper and the account room and others bringing the account books of these days. Jiang Moyan looked through it and didn't see any mistakes or omissions, so he said to the old housekeeper: "Uncle Jiang, these shops are doing very well, and the shopkeepers are also very dedicated. In this way, this month, 30% of the profits will be taken out and some rewards will be given to the shopkeepers of the various shop granges. Tell everyone that as long as they are willing to manage and manage with their hearts, Young Master Ben will never treat them badly. ”

The old housekeeper was happy to see Jiang Moyan's rewards and punishments, and he was happy to meet such a wise master, how could they be unhappy? Therefore, the old housekeeper thanked Jiang Moyan and said, "The old slave thanked the young master for those shopkeepers and village heads." ”

Jiang Moyan waved his hand and said, "You go and give me another five hundred taels of silver, I will go to the countryside to visit my sister in a while, and send some money by the way." ”

The old housekeeper was stunned for a moment, and said with some hesitation: "Young master, the silver money and rice grains on the Zhuangzi are all sent over on a monthly basis, and there has been no shortage of anything, these five hundred taels ......."

Jiang Moyan said with a smile: "You don't have to worry, I'm just sending money to my sister." Go get ready, I'm about to go. ”

The old housekeeper was helpless, and the master insisted on sending it, but he could only comply.

Jiang Moyan took enough silver taels, rode on a horse, took Xiao Liuzi, and along the way, the horse went out of the capital and headed for Zhuangzi in Chang County.

This Zhuangzi is the largest manor near the capital under Jiang Moyan's name. Among the hundreds of acres of fertile land, there is a clear river running through it, which is very idyllic. Dozens of miles to the west, there is a barren mountain.

It is said to be a barren mountain, but in fact, the mountain is full of wild fruit trees, especially in autumn and winter, the leaves on the trees fall off, leaving only red persimmons hanging all over the branches, pressing the branches are bent over. There are even some chestnut trees, and the chestnuts that have burst have fallen all over the ground.

At this time, Xiao Ye was holding a basket and picking up chestnuts on the ground with a few little girls, preparing to go back to make sugar-fried chestnuts to eat. (To be continued.) )