Dugu Muyu left, and the coldness in this hall was the same again. Jiayang's body moved out without a trace, his autumn eyes raised slightly, and a bewitching smile appeared on his indifferent face.

"The clouds are beautiful, the hibiscus tent is warm, Your Majesty is driving the Fengming Palace, and the concubines are terrified."

Jiayang came out of nowhere, and Wei Wenchu still had a smile on his face, but his eyes sank a little. "What does the queen mean by this?"

"There is no one else here, Your Majesty no longer has to show his face and his concubines to raise their eyebrows." Jiayang said coldly, the smile on his face was even worse, like the frost of the wax moon, the chill was refreshing.

Jiayang and Fang Cai, who would be at this meeting, were completely two people, and even Jing Wen, who was on the left and right, was also shocked. Because Jiayang is so weird, how dare Jingwen say more as a slave.

Seeing that the emperor's face on the high seat was becoming more and more ugly, Wei Wenchu turned slightly sideways, and his sharp eyes seemed to be about to cut Jiayang into pieces. His Majesty has always been soft-spoken to the queen, and he was only red-eyed because of Jing Zhaoyi's affairs, but today's scene is the first time.

The emperor's mind is unpredictable, today Wei Wenchu seems to have a warm spring breeze on his face, but there are waves underneath his face, and the servants who serve him are all clever, where can he not see it. Wei Wenchu didn't say anything, only waved his hand, and the minions around him retreated one after another as if they had been pardoned.

In the blink of an eye, there was no one around, Jiayang lowered his eyes and looked at the bright yellow clothes on his side, and the gloom on his chest could not be dispelled by the soothing incense.

"The Queen Mother suddenly collapsed, and she was too tired to see the Queen working day and night!" The last few words Wei Wenchu almost said through gritted teeth, and at this time, he looked at Jiayang with the same eyes as a civil and military official. I don't know when the husband and wife have to speculate on each other and guard against each other.

"Yes, the concubine is tired. For Your Majesty, for this big country, the concubines are powerless. ”

Everyone in the world said that His Majesty favored the queen alone, and even she once thought so. If it weren't for the recent past, she wouldn't have known that she was in a fantasy of lies.

"Since the queen is tired, let's rest." Wei Wenchu threw away such a cold sentence and got up.

"Your Majesty's dedication has never been for concubines, but for Mu Yu. Your Majesty, is the concubine right! Jiayang called the false back, and he turned around unsurprisingly, and then walked in front of her.

"The queen is not only tired, but she is afraid that she is sick, and she has begun to talk nonsense. Lone has already said that there is no second heart, isn't Lone's fictitious three palaces and six courtyards enough to prove it, are you so uneasy! He glared at her almost angrily, almost in anger, and there was no first clarity in his scorching eyes.

Look, here's the proof! In the past, he would coax her softly, but now he is unwilling to even lie to her, he is so angry that he can't pretend anymore. Jiayang pushed away his bullied body in disgust, or rather, fear, and the person in front of her made her cold.

"With Prince Mu 'coming back from the dead', I'm afraid there are still His Majesty's delusions. Wrong, it was never cut off, and now it just doesn't hide it. ”

"The queen is cautious!" He scolded, and the chill in his eyes was unprecedented, even if she secretly executed Jing Zhaoyi back then.

"Mu Yu is already the princess of Prince Mu, the princess of Lao Qi, and she still knows what injustice and shame are, so she doesn't need the queen to be so discouraged."

The more angry he became, the more bewitching Jiayang's smile became. If he really knew, would he be furious!

"The queen has changed, the lonely queen, intelligent, beautiful, considerate and generous. She's not as jealous and suspicious as you are. A gentleman promises nine tripods, your posteriority, honor, no one can regret it, what are you still afraid of? ”

"I'm afraid of Your Majesty!" Tears welled up in Jiayang's eyes, and he fled from his beautiful face, burning the clothes into a dark red wound. "The concubines have changed, but Your Majesty has never changed, and your obsession with Prince and Princess Mu has never changed. If it weren't for the suspicious concubines, how could they know that His Majesty was so affectionate to her! ”

Even so, her tears, Wei Wenchu will still be heartbroken when he sees it. His hand was already uncontrollably caressing Jiayang's cheek, and his fingertips gently took away the tears that had slipped.

"You think you have a deep sisterhood with her, and she came back alive, you should be happy, shouldn't you? I don't know that her return will make you so uneasy and flustered. Wei Wenchu held her face and patiently coaxed her.

Jiayang had to admit that her ruthlessness was like hitting a stone with an egg under his tenderness. The armor that Jiayang had painstakingly built turned into smoke and fled away in an instant. But her remaining sanity reminded her to avoid him, Wei Wenchu was poison to her, and she was addicted to it.

"The concubine heard that the state of Wu was restless and repeatedly violated the border, presumably the previous dynasty was busy, and the concubine sent it to Your Majesty." Jiayang took a few steps back and bent down, and Wei Wenchu's hand that wanted to hug her into his arms froze.

After a long time, he withdrew his hand, and the bulging arrogance around his body died down. "Look at your face is not very good, it must be because the children are too uneasy, and the children have their own minions to take care of them. You can rest easy, you don't have to worry about it, you know? ”

"The concubine sends your majesty." Jiayang only owed a debt, and it wasn't until Wei Wenchu went out that she supported herself back on the couch, and her weak body immediately leaned on the cushion.

Jing Wen had already entered and saw her leaning, her face was very pale. Jing Wen hurriedly added new powder to the incense burner, and then the hall was shrouded in blue and white smoke. Even so, her face was still frighteningly white, and her fingertips were extremely cold.

Jing Wen kept rubbing her hands, "Niangniang, how can you talk like that, the slave is going to be scared to death, but fortunately, Your Majesty's face is the same when she leaves." ”

"Is it, Jingwen, it's okay to call me a princess?" Jiayang lifted his eyelids, his eyes filled with bloodshot blood.

"Mother, this is not in order." Jing Wen still rubbed her hands for her, looking at her eyes with hesitation.

The pale lips grinned a sad smile: "Yes, who still remembers the five princesses of the Quan Kingdom now, people only know the Empress of the Wei Kingdom." ”

"Jingwen, how long have we been here?"

"It's been eight years now." Since she met Princess Namu, why is she like this, Jing Wen can't understand Jiayang's mind now.

"It's only been eight years, but this life has come to an end." Jiayang looked at the window again, the window that was closed and could not see anything in the white expanse.

Jing Wen looked at her angrily and blurted out: "Niangniang is talking nonsense, Niangniang is in the prime of youth, and the imperial doctor said that your symptoms are physical weakness caused by anxiety and exhaustion, and you will be able to be as strong as ever after a good life and recuperation." You only got a princess at the beginning of the year, and now you have both children and blessings. ”

In this deep palace, children without the protection of their mothers are as low as slaves. Her youngest daughter, Jinghe, is now a nine-month-old doll, where does she dare to die.

But if it weren't for the birth of Jinghe, how could she see through Wei Wenchu's thoughts. She went to Zhengyang Hall with Jinghe, who had just come out of the moon, but what she saw was Wei Wenchu holding a pipa girl in his arms, and the two of them were grinding their ears and temples. His lips opened and closed and he said 'Yu'er', and she hugged Jinghe like an intruder.

The pipa girl got up from his bosom in a panic, and knelt down, and the pipa was thrown aside haphazardly. Between the eyebrows and eyes, there is the shadow of Dugu Muyu. "Slave Song Yu'er see the queen's mother."

As soon as the pipa girl spoke, she spoke softly, and there was no shadow of her. Jiayang coldly pouted the people on the ground: "Song Yu'er? Which rain is it? ”

"Back to Niangniang, it's the rain of apricot blossoms and spring rain." The lute-girl knelt timidly, and did not dare to raise her head.

"The southern country softly speaks the pipa, and sings the spring rain of apricot blossoms. Presumably, His Majesty gave it to you! She looked at the slightly drunk man on the dragon chair, he only squinted slightly and did not make a sound, looking unconscious. The pipa girl bowed down and dared to make a sound, and she admitted that she had not been guilty of being seduced by the fox.

"Dumb! Mother asks you! Jing Wen scolded the pipa girl, and this time the pipa girl sobbed even more, babbling and crying. Slave maid, slave maid was originally named Song Yingying, His Majesty said it was too noisy, so he renamed the slave maid Yu'er. ”

Jiayang's hand clasped the green tendons, Jinghe in the swaddling clothes writhed uneasily, and she hurriedly gave the child to the nurse. The people on the seat closed their eyes tightly until the end, and this depraved appearance of a drunken gold fan was extremely heartfelt.

"Noise." Jiayang chewed those two words and walked out with a low smile, and sure enough, the person he loved had always been Dugu Muyu, the woman who spoke little.

Now that I think about it, what I saw that day is still very unbearable, and he never mentioned the events of that day later, only pretending not to know. The pipa girl naturally stayed, and every time the sound of the piano came out, melodious and tactful, like crying and complaining.

"Jingwen, where is the pipa girl Song Yu'er now?"

Seeing her eyes closed for a long time, Jing Wen thought she was asleep, but now she mentioned the pipa girl for no reason. Jing Wen knew more clearly in her heart, in fact, she had always understood that she didn't need to know everything to be a slave, and she only took care of her master.

"Niangniang, then Song Yu'er was sent back to the south by His Majesty a month ago, saying that she had no thoughts and repeated troubles."

"Oh~ what's going on?" Jiayang suddenly opened, and his eyes were clear.

"When the slave heard it, it was said that Song Yu'er was waiting in front of the palace and was restless, and tried her best to climb the dragon collapse, so she was sent back by His Majesty."

A month ago, not long after Prince Mu came back, he really did so, and after exhausting Song Yu'er's appearance, he sent her back. Is Song Yu'er restless or he Wei Wenchu is restless, Jiayang's heart is the same as Mingjing.

"He's just a useless person."

Jiayang's sadness for a few days, Jingwen saw it in her eyes. Especially after today's incident, the Queen and Your Majesty, I am afraid that it will be difficult to return to yesterday. Even so, Jiayang treated Princess Namu without reservation, and Jingwen couldn't help but worry about her. "Niangniang, the slave knows your worries, the matter has come to this point, why do you still treat Prince Mu with sincerity."

"The one who stands in the way between His Majesty and the palace is Si Muyu, not her. Besides, it has always been His Majesty's wishful thinking, why should this palace be angry with her. ”

"Jingwen, do you know why Your Majesty is here today?" Jiayang asked rhetorically.

Jing Wen only replied what she knew: "Recently, the funeral of the Queen Mother was done, and Your Majesty Xu was free." Your Majesty said, I have come to see you and the crown princess. ”

"Jingwen, even you think so." Jiayang smiled and closed his eyes, his face was peaceful and stable after a long time.