When the concubine heard this, she pondered for a moment and said solemnly: "If you go back to the official family, you will say that what King Yan said is true, and I only ask the official family to take care of the queen mother's careful nurturing grace." ”

Zhou Huaizheng didn't dare to ask more, so he took the order and left, without missing a word from the official family.

Zhao Zhen suddenly became dizzy, holding the wooden carved dragon head on the stool in his hand, as if he wanted to insert his fingers into it. He thought of the voice and appearance of the Queen Mother, taught earnestly, and thought that his biological mother had never enjoyed the honor she deserved for a day.

There was a dead silence in the hall, King Yan had retreated, and Zhou Huaizheng knelt in front of the hall, sincerely afraid.

Someone kowtowed under the corridor and said, "Official, Doctor Zhang is here." ”

Moran's injuries were almost all healed, but the doctor still didn't dare to let her do things, and she was idle every day. Today's autumn light is very good, she just wanted to go out for a walk, and she should be distracted. Walking to the side of the royal river, seeing the green chrysanthemums in full bloom, Zhao Zhen suddenly thought of Zhao Zhen in his heart, and unconsciously walked to the Funing Palace.

The people in front of the palace were the most clever, and when they saw her coming, they were all respectful, vying to go to the palace to report.

Without waiting for Zhao Zhen to reply, the waiter had already lifted the curtain for her.

Mo Lan was holding a few green chrysanthemums and was about to go in, when he saw Zhou Huaizheng withdrawing from it, with a look of horror on his face, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "What's wrong?" ”

Zhou Huaizheng bent his knees slightly, Mo Lan hurriedly returned the salute, and he replied softly: "Mrs. Mo Lan can be regarded as saving the life of the old slave today." Mo Lan wanted to ask more, but Zhao Zhen's hoarse voice came from inside, saying, "Mo Lan, are you here?" ”

Moran answered, crossed the threshold, and walked straight to the inner hall.

Zhao Zhen saw that Mo Lan was dressed in moon white and sprinkled with flowers and handed over the collar, holding a few green chrysanthemums in his hands, standing behind the bead curtain, and the sadness in his heart could no longer be bearable. His eyes were hot, tears rolled down his face, and he was speechless. Moran saw him sitting in the dragon seat, burst into tears, and didn't know what was happening, but he didn't feel that his hand was loosened, he threw away the green chrysanthemum, walked to him in a few steps, hugged his head, and took him into his arms. He finally cried loudly, as if his whole body had lost his strength, and she was the only one to rely on in this life.

Moran saw him crying sadly, his nose was sore, and he also burst into tears.

I don't know how long it took for Zhao Zhen to stop crying, slowly raised his head, Mo Lan wiped away his tears with a handkerchief, and saw that his eyes were red and swollen, full of bloodshots, which were very different from usual, and he was distressed. Zhao Zhen said: "My face is full of tears, but I only wipe it." As he spoke, he straightened up, pulled the supa from her hand, and gently wiped it on her face.

Moran then asked, "What is it that makes Rokuro so sad?" ”

Zhao Zhen thought about it slightly, and slowly said what King Yan said and what Concubine Yang Shu said, and said sadly: "As the son of the Great Song Dynasty, I sit on the country, but I don't even know who my own mother is, so I can't protect her and honor her, even if I let her die of misery and hatred, I really can't be a son of man." ”

Mo Lan was shocked in his heart and asked, "Are you talking about Concubine Li Chen?" ”

Zhao Zhen's eyes were full of pain, and he said: "Yes, I only learned today that Concubine Li Chen is my biological mother, and she was killed by the Queen Mother." He clenched his fist and slammed it on the corner of the table, so that his fist was red, but he ignored it, as if he had lost even the sensation of pain.

Mo Lan rubbed his palm with pity, interlocked his hand with his ten fingers, and then said: "Although I don't know what King Yan said, I can be sure that Concubine Chen was not framed, but died of illness." ”

Zhao Zhen looked at her suspiciously, and before he could open his mouth to ask, he heard Mo Lan say: "A few days before Concubine Chen died, I was always taking care of her. ”

Zhao Zhen suddenly remembered at this time that she was awarded the title of Sixth Rank Shangzhu Imperial Attendant that day, and it was precisely because of her meritorious service to Concubine Chen, she was surprised and sighed: "It turned out to be you, even I couldn't do it, you actually helped me do it." ”

Moran held his hand, it was cold, and only the temperature was transmitted in the palm of his hand. She said, "I'm also by chance. After a pause, he said, "It's just that King Yan said this, but I don't know what it means?" Zhao Zhen's eyes were as cold as nine feet of ice, and his voice was full of cold coldness, and he said, "I must not let his plan succeed." ”

The next day, Zhao Zhen issued a mournful edict to blame himself for not recognizing his biological mother's fault, and posthumously honored Concubine Li as the queen mother, and called "Zhuang Yi". For a time, rumors spread throughout the government and the opposition, slandering the Empress Dowager Liu, and courtiers from all over the country advised that the Empress Dowager Liu's mother should be punished. It is also rumored among the people that Empress Dowager Liu killed the poor Concubine Li Chen with a trick and took the official family for herself.

Zhao Zhen stared at the Nine Dragons holding claws and gold inlaid jade book on the case, and there was a thick stack of chapters pressed below, all of which were counted the mistakes in the life of the Empress Dowager Liu, and asked to remove her title and family honor. Zhao Zhen is not a foolish person, although this matter is the injustice of Empress Dowager Liu, but he does have the grace of upbringing, how can he forget?

But if it is not severely punished, how can this turmoil be calmed down.

Mo Lan knew that Zhao Zhen was bored, so he deliberately came to serve in Funing Hall every day, and when he saw that he was in unspeakable pain, he only looked at the case in a daze, so he rushed to the dragon and phoenix tea group for a night, and deliberately said: "Liulang is bored, would you like to talk about it?" ”

Zhao Zhen looked up at Mo Lan, took the tea, and said after a long time: "I heard that it is rumored in the city that the eldest lady poisoned the Empress Dowager Zhuang Yi, and the government and the opposition are also talking about it, and there are many rumors, all of which are playing to punish the Liu family. After a pause, there was a look of sadness in her eyes, and she said abruptly: "But the eldest lady treats me as if she were her own and does her mother's duty, and I am not a fool, how can I not understand." Now her bones are not cold, others don't know what to do, they only know that they despise and scold, I can't keep my own mother, and it is difficult to keep my adoptive mother's reputation behind her, which is really unfilial. ”

After a few days of thinking, Zhao Zhen has already turned around, if it comes to friendship, Empress Dowager Liu treats him no worse than Minhua. He suddenly heard it that day, and he was indeed angry, but after pondering, he recalled all the things between him and the Empress Dowager Liu since he was a child, and thought of the embarrassing situation of Minhua now, and unconsciously touched the softest part of his heart, and finally chose to forgive.

Mo Lan had nothing to do, so he took the tribute cigarette ink from the vermilion lacquer box and put it in the inkstone pond to gently grind it. She knew Zhao Zhen's thoughts very well, and suddenly made a plan, and said casually: "Everyone believes that it is the poison of the Empress Dowager Liu, and Liulang might as well plan it." As he spoke, he leaned to his ear and planned carefully, Zhao Zhen listened, a slight smile appeared in his eyes, and said: "My Mo Languo is smart and can relieve my worries." ”

On the second day, Zhao Zhen ordered the guards of the pro-army to surround the palace of Empress Dowager Liu's mother's house, saying that the coffin would be opened for autopsy. If the death of Empress Dowager Li is really as rumored, the Liu family will be severely punished, and as soon as this statement comes out, the whole city is boiling.

The royal driver personally went to the Hongfu Courtyard where the coffin of the Empress Dowager Zhuang Yi was parked, and asked his subordinates to open the coffin, because it was a real coffin of mercury, the body of the Empress Dowager Li was not damaged, and there was no trace of killing, mutilation or abuse, and the face was like life, and the clothes were all buried according to the queen's ceremony.

Zhao Zhen saw his biological mother's face for the first time, and was sad, and silently prayed in his heart: You are like this, if you can kneel to be happy, you must also be kind and kind. For the grace of hard work, the son has nothing to repay, but can only promise that he will never treat the Li family badly.

After the ceremony, Zhao Zhen ordered the withdrawal of troops, and said to everyone on the spot: "How can people believe their words, and from now on, the life of Empress Dowager Liu can be innocent." ”

At this point, the rumors subsided, and the situation gradually stabilized.

At the end of September, Zhao Zhen issued an edict to move the coffins of the two queen mothers to the Yongding Mausoleum in Gongyi for burial at the same time. On the day the coffin was set off, Zhao Zhen first sent a guide to the Empress Dowager Liu in order to show his gratitude to the people of the world. not only carried out the filial piety ceremony, but also ignored the courtiers' dissuasion to personally perform the ceremony, and kept walking out of the forbidden palace. Then he went to the Hongfu Courtyard where the Empress Dowager Li was buried to raise the soul of his biological mother, at this time, he could not care about the dignity of the emperor, and cried bitterly on the coffin.

When Zhao Zhen returned to the Funing Palace, before he took off his sacrificial clothes, he saw that Mo Lan had entered the hall, and said with a smile: "Did you hear that I was crying in Hongfu Temple, so I rushed to see my jokes." ”

Mo Lan put the rosewood carved begonia brocade box in his hand on the table, motioned to the palace people who were waiting to take off his clothes to step down, and personally helped him change his clothes. She twisted the Dongzhu button on the brocade robe lightly with her fingers, and said with a light smile: "I have seen a lot of Liulang's jokes, but there is really nothing to see." ”

Zhao Zhen saw her lowering her head and unbuttoning it seriously, the green silk on her head was pulled into a flat bun, pressed with a plain silver hairpin, and a few thin strands of tassel beads hung down from the handle, swaying on the side of her ears. She turned behind him and took off the dragon robe along his arm, and he turned to look at her, and it just so happened that she also looked up, and there was a smile on her face, and when she saw him looking at herself, the smile deepened. Behind her was the peony of Xingong, the petals were piled up layer by layer, blooming in clusters, she smiled like this, like a fairy in the flowers, and the flowers were eclipsed.

After changing her clothes, I heard her say solemnly: "I have something to give you." ”

Mo Lan reflexively picked up the brocade box on the table, opened it, and handed it to Zhao Zhen. Zhao Zhen looked at the Confucian scarves used by men, as well as a few golden hairpins and jade pendants, and frowned: "I just got sick, why did I do embroidery again?" ”

Moran whispered, "I didn't do it. After a pause, he said, "It is the relic of the Empress Dowager Zhuang Yi." ”

Zhao Zhen heard it at first glance and exclaimed: "The Queen Mother's things, why are you here?" ”

Mo Lan said in a low voice: "The Empress Dowager always wanted me to present the Confucian scarf to you when she was alive, but at that time, I was just a person from the Sin Palace of Renming Palace, how could I have the ability?" After the queen mother, her slave entrusted me with this brocade box, which was supposed to be given to you a few days ago, but she was so busy that she forgot about it. ”

It was a scarf with ochre satin as the base, with a dragon crossed on its knees, with tight embroidery threads and neatly rehearsed stitches, and its embroidery skills were not under Mo Lan. Zhao Zhen rubbed the scarf, his eyes were hot, and the corners of his lips twitched: "I don't know if it's suitable or not." ”

Moran asked softly, "Do you want to try it?" ”

When Zhao Zhen heard this, he suddenly burst out with an indescribable emotion, some joy and some sorrow, rubbing it together, and he couldn't help himself. He said abruptly, "She has never seen me, and she still thinks about preparing these ......."

Moran took off the crown he wore on his head, and while helping him wrap his turban, he gestured, "It seems to be bigger." After a pause, he said, "It's okay, I'll just change it a little." ”