The four corners of the eaves of the palace wall enclose the dark sky, lining the always quiet Changning Hall more and more lonely. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info suddenly a hurricane blew, raising a large number of plum blossoms, petals fell one after another, red heartstrings. Those plum blossoms grow in the corners of the wall, the branches are curved, but the bones are exquisite, and the proud and fragrant gas state can often attract people's attention for a long time.

Through the hazy moonlight, Wang Zhengjun saw that the eaves of the palace were still with heavy ink shadows, and his heart suddenly emptied. She casually threw down the bamboo slips, lifted her skirt and picked a red plum, the petals were cool to her fingertips, but fortunately, the faint fragrance also spread.

"Am I just alone now?" She sneered, the corners of her mouth suddenly self-deprecating.

At this time, Ling Juan came in a hurry, and her report made Wang Zhengjun so anxious that he almost burst into tears. She had a high fever and couldn't wake up for a long time. Wang Zhengjun rushed over in a panic, and began to secretly complain about himself in his heart, saying that Fu Yao's mother was how to be, what about herself, is she a good mother?

Bypassing the cloister and entering the temple gate, Wang Zhengjun saw several imperial doctors who had been urgently summoned. She approached and asked about it, and then sat in front of Liu Biao's bed and waited nervously, only when the imperial doctor said that it was a fever caused by an occasional wind chill, and her worried and uneasy heart gradually calmed down. According to the imperial doctor's explanation, Wang Zhengjun used an ice towel to lightly compress Liu Ao's forehead. After a long time, Liu Biao's high fever gradually subsided, and his red face finally returned to normal. However, after a few hours of careful care, Wang Zhengjun's face was a little tired, but she still insisted on staying to take care of it. Ling Juan asked in a low voice, "Niangniang, do you want to invite the emperor over?" ”

"No need." Wang Zhengjun shook his head, with a hint of sadness in his tone, "The emperor is too tired to worry about state affairs, so why should he disturb the holy car because of this?" What's more, Xiao'er is now unhindered, and this palace alone is enough to deal with it. ”

Wang Zhengjun's stubbornness sometimes makes Lingjuan feel distressed, but she is a slave and maid in the end, so she has to close the door and quietly retreat outside the door to wait.

Late at night, the brilliant lamps and candles emitted a soft light, light as the dawn, and more like a thin veil that wrapped the entire inner sanctum. Liu Zheng arrived quietly at this time, so frightened that Lingjuan, who was standing outside, panicked, and was about to lean down to say goodbye, but Liu Zheng waved back and signaled her to keep quiet.

Liu Zheng walked into the hall lightly, and when he saw Wang Zhengjun leaning on the edge of the bed and sleeping deeply, he couldn't help but smile. He sat down beside him, looking at Wang Zhengjun's eyes calm and as if full of guilt, his eyes were clear, and the flickering candlelight was even more profound. After a while, he put on a coat for Wang Zhengjun, and his warm fingers slid over Wang Zhengjun's face, with a hint of strange pity, "You're so tired, why don't you rest?" ”

When the sleeves of his stretched robe slid across Wang Zhengjun's face, there was always a cool ice. According to the flickering halo, Wang Zhengjun fell into a misty dream that was gradually drifting away, and when she saw Liu Zheng sitting in front of the bed, she muttered: "Your Majesty ......"

"Are you awake?" Liu Zheng took Wang Zhengjun's hand, his heart suddenly tightened, and his eyes seemed to flash peace.

Wang Zhengjun was sleepy-eyed, tears flickered, and he replied: "The emperor can not love his concubines, but he can't not love Fu'er, Fu'er is the emperor's own flesh and blood, and the emperor will promise his concubines to be good to him for the rest of his life." As long as the emperor treats Fu'er well, the emperor can let his concubines do anything, even if it is death. ”

She suddenly lowered her head, with a hint of coldness in her eyes, "But, but now that he is sick, the emperor has not come to see him." Is it because the emperor doesn't like concubines that he doesn't like Fu'er? ”

"Fu'er is my son, how can I not like it?" Liu Zheng's eyes were complicated, and the gentle words that came out of his mouth seemed to be both answering and speaking to himself.

Wang Zhengjun seemed to hear it, and his misty eyes revealed a shallow smile, "It's good that the emperor likes Fu'er." ”

"What about yourself? Are you resentful? Liu Zheng raised his dark eyes and stared at her.

"No, the concubines don't complain about the emperor, and they never complain. All this was done willingly by the concubines. Wang Zhengjun closed his eyes and replied lightly.

"Then you say, who should I make the queen?" Liu Zheng's voice was a little questioning, but it was soft and long.

Wang Zhengjun looked at Liu Zheng's eyes fixedly, and said almost with sadness: "The emperor already has the answer in his heart, doesn't he?" ”

"yes, I already have the answer. But this answer will hurt someone's heart. That night, Liu Zheng brushed his sleeves away, and then rested in Fu Yao's palace.

The next day, when he went to court, he talked about the establishment of the future. When Wang Zhengjun entered the palace gate, he was already hiding in the dark of the court to listen. The civil and military officials kneeling on both sides shouted long live, and no one seemed to notice Wang Zhengjun's existence.

Above the throne sat Liu Zheng, at this time he was wearing a dark court robe, the crown hung down, making people unable to see the expression, he said: "I have ascended the throne, and the back seat is still vacant." And Fu Jieyu has followed the Empress Dowager Shangguan since she was a child, and her talent is quick, obedient and virtuous, and she is very heartfelt. I mean to make Fu Jieyu the queen, can all Aiqing have objections? ”

The people in the hall were extremely nervous, but Xiao Wangzhi's eyes were resolute, and he stepped forward fearlessly, "Your Majesty, don't do it!" The ancestral system of the Han Dynasty should be established as meritorious and virtuous. Although Fu Jieyu is smart, she can be useless in the Han Dynasty. And Wang Jieyu gave birth to a son, which is really a blessing for the royal family, and her achievements are very high. Moreover, the old minister heard that Wang Jieyu was generous, with both ability and political integrity, and she really had the style of a mother's family. According to the old minister's opinion, Queen Wang Jieyu should be established, which is talent and public opinion. ”

"Please think twice and make Wang Jieyu the queen!" The rest of the courtiers agreed. However, Wang Zhengjun, who was standing behind the screen, was in a sinking heart, how much thought did Xiao Yu put into her? and her brother Wang Feng, who should have contacted many officials in the back.

"What if I have to make Fu Jieyu the queen?" Liu Zheng's voice was stern, and the court hall of more than 100 people suddenly fell silent, and the ministers looked at each other in fear.

When Xiao Wangzhi saw this, his face suddenly turned purple, but he amplified his voice and said: "If the emperor insists on doing it, the old minister will kneel in front of the palace to pay respect for the emperor's last wish!" ”

"You actually threatened me with the emperor!" Liu Zheng was very angry, his sword eyebrows were angry, and he looked straight at Xiao Wangzhi.

"The old minister doesn't dare!" Seeing this, Xiao Wangzhi bowed and saluted, but his face was awe-inspiring and calm, without fear, and finally he still insisted on saying: "I implore the emperor to make Wang Jieyu the queen!" ”

"Humph!" Liu Zheng flicked his sleeves suddenly, his voice mixed with anger.

Such a tense court hall has made it unnecessary for Wang Zhengjun, who was eavesdropping outside, to look down, she lifted the lotus step lightly, turned to leave. Tears flowed down his cheeks, and they were painful. She was angry not that she couldn't be the queen, but that she didn't have any weight in Liu Zheng's heart. Even if Liu Zheng only mentioned her slightly, her heart would not be as tingling as it is now.

"He's making you cry again." Faintly, a figure came from the vermilion temple gate, he was dressed in white and had a graceful demeanor.

Wang Zhengjun looked at Xiao Yu, the gentleness on his face was still as pure as Mingyu. Her eyes dimmed, and her heart was also tight, and she hurriedly tried the tears from the corners of her eyes with her wide sleeves, bowed her head and muttered, "Why are you here?" Isn't this time supposed to be teaching the children to learn characters? ”