Prince Yang Yu sat behind the bookcase in the imperial study, and spread out a book in front of him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lu Fang, the second assistant of the cabinet, and the crown prince, Taifu Zuo and De, sat on both sides of His Royal Highness to assist, and the head of the Zhan Mansion sat at the bottom.

Yang Yu has been watching the folds in his hand for nearly an hour.

This is an excerpt from the Imperial Historical Observatory, impeaching Marshal Qiao for being lawless and repeatedly disregarding military orders and changing the route of the march. There is also a recital of attacking the queen, exposing her crimes such as harming concubines and abusing palace people, and it is difficult for her to be the queen.

Yu Shitai also liked to impeach the queen in the past, and preferred to impeach the Qiao family, but since Concubine Li gave birth to a son, the number of times has obviously increased, and the rhetoric has become sharper and more urgent.

On the excerpt of the impeachment of the empress, the emperor still wrote the word "dismissal".

On the fold of impeachment of Qiao Loufeng, there is a line of Zhu Criticism: "Choose another marching commander and summon Qiao Loufeng back to Jindu to report on his work." The choice of commander is determined by the crown prince. ”

This fold has not yet been issued, Yang Yu is like a hot potato in his hand, and he can't really throw it away, he just stared at the line of Zhu Pi, almost staring at a hole.

His father asked him to choose someone to replace his grandfather, which was tantamount to letting him personally deprive his grandfather of his military power.

What the hell was my father thinking?

Once my grandfather was seized by the people he sent, what would the people of the Qiao family think, and what would the others think.

Does the father want to see if he can really be selfless, or if he is really dissatisfied with the Qiao family.

However, in the face of the gazes of several people in His Royal Highness, the crown prince Yang Yu still looked calm, as if he was thinking about an extremely difficult problem to solve.

Lu Fang and Zuo Hede sat down and glanced at each other, a little strange.

His Majesty summoned the two of them to deal with political affairs, but if the prince did not say a word for an hour, they would not be able to cooperate, and it would be difficult for them to speak.

What's more, in case His Majesty turns around and asks, how should the two of them reply?

Yang Yu finally put down the fold and handed it to Liu Zhuo beside him, Liu Zhuo got off the stage with the fold in his hand and handed it to Lu Fang and Zuo Hede to read.

After reading it, the two looked at each other again, and they were silent again.

Immediately, Yang Yu's cold and unwavering voice sounded in the hall: "Both of them are the humerus ministers of the father's emperor, and they are witty, so let's help Gu think about the candidate for this replacement." ”

The squire of the military department quickly entered the hall and sent a transcript of the roster of generals of the military department.

In just half an hour, Lu Fang and Zuo Hede respectively sketched two rosters. The prince glanced at it, Zuo and De chose generals who were close to the Qiao family, while Lu Fang was decent and chose relatively neutral soldiers from the Han family.

Yang Yu remembered that his father had recently used a series of soldiers from the Han family, which greatly divided the military power of the Qiao family and the Zhu family, and ensured the concentration of imperial power.

But after taking over his grandfather's military power, the Qiao family will definitely suffer a greater blow and turmoil, and only the generals who can be close to the Qiao family can ensure that the Qiao family's power will not collapse in an instant.

Yang Yu frowned tightly, and finally picked up the pen and wrote a name under that line of Zhu Criticism.

Tang Meiren was sitting on the bed and was patiently drinking medicine.

According to Dong Jingyi's style, the medicine was bitter and thick, and it was difficult to swallow. Every time Tang Meiren took a sip, she had to frown and endure it for a long time. The little palace maid next to her looked at her and comforted her: "Niangniang, drink slowly." She was kneading her legs.

Tang Meiren knew that this medicine was only good for her, and there was no harm to her.

The fetus was about to give birth, and she was like a frightened bird, unable to even stretch her wings. The hands and feet are not only often weak and weak, but also prone to cramping and pain.

After tossing for more than half a month, she survived the pain of poisoning, and the skinny interlocking bones of the whole person were revealed, but there was still a ghost gate in front of her.

If there was a little sign of dystocia when she was about to give birth, she knew that those people outside - the emperor, Concubine De, and even the little prince would not care about her life or death at all, and would only let the princess take care of the child in her belly.

So she worked hard to recover, just for the critical moment, her life was not so easy to give up, so that she could live well.

There was a sudden pain in her stomach, Tang Meiren frowned, it was the child who was kicking her.

She lowered her head and put her hand on her stomach with a sad expression.

Concubine De walked in angrily, and when she saw such a picture, her anger couldn't help but disappear halfway. She sat on the edge of the bed, stroked Tang Meiren's back, and looked gentle: "Are you feeling better today?" ”

Tang Meiren said gently: "Xie Niangniang cares, and the concubine is much better." ”

Concubine De's expression became more gentle: "I asked the kitchen to make a bowl of yokan, you will remember to finish it later." ”

Concubine De looks at the child in her belly, and she uses the best for Tang Meiren, and sometimes when she sees Tang Meiren being well-behaved, she will think about letting her take care of the child together in the future.

Tang Meiren nodded meekly and without any resistance. Concubine De Niangniang relieved her heart and sighed softly, "The palace is now paying attention to Concubine Li, although she gave birth to a son, but the imperial doctor has been waiting." Although His Majesty is happy, a sick prince ......" She paused and grabbed Tang Meiren's hand: "You must fight for it." ”

Tang Meiren listened carefully, and then nodded quietly: "The concubine will definitely give birth to a healthy and healthy little prince to repay Concubine De's blessing." ”

Concubine De looked stunned, she didn't want this sentence.

Although she already planned to get the child under her name and hand it over to her to raise, if Tang Meiren took the initiative, it would mean that His Majesty would have nothing to say.

But she looked at Tang Meiren, who was as weak as a flower in the wind, and only sighed in her heart, patted her hand, and then took someone to rest.

Tang Meiren kept her head down, her hand gently stroking her stomach, and her lowered eyes were shining.

She's been lucky.

entered the palace, was favored, conceived and gave birth to a child, even if he encountered the persecution of the queen and Princess Anning, he was protected by the little county king and Concubine De, and he has lived until now.

She's also been unlucky,

endure humiliation and burden, be cautious, but still struggling, everywhere in the abyss, anyone can step on her, anyone can crush her, everyone will treat her as a chess piece, and she can be discarded at any time.

If it weren't for the child in her belly, she would be like a drop of morning dew in the harem, a stone, long gone, and no one cared about her.

With this child here, she is truly worry-free, a real step to the sky.

Why do you have to give your child to others in the end, so that your child can call someone else a mother to fulfill the glory of others?

She looked at the little eunuch who had been serving her by the bed, and smiled lightly: "He told me to take good care." The little eunuch nodded and said, "That's what Yuan Gongzi said." ”

Tang Meiren lowered her head, her palms slowly clenched, and then slowly opened, sticking to her belly, feeling the fetal movement of the child in her belly: "Of course I have to take care." ”

She whispered softly, "Because I only have you." ”