Outside the Hongde Palace, the cold wind is bleak, and inside the Hongde Palace, it is warm like spring.

The felt curtain of the East Warm Pavilion was lifted, and a steaming hot air rushed to the face, and next to the batik screen of the sheep tree on the yellow ground, a concubine-colored palace beauty sat on a lightly trimmed couch, her body was slightly tilted, and she leaned on the left side of the hidden sac.

The posture is slender, the face is beautiful, the hands are holding a fold and playing sparsely, the eyes are like electricity, shining, and the serious appearance shows a sharp contrast with the lazy posture.

was born on her, and I can't see the slightest disobedience.

As if that's how she should be.

There are thousands of beauties, lazy and serious, each with its own style.

Zhang Ying's heart was only shocked for a moment, but he was relieved......

"Squire, please come in."

The palace man's soft voice sounded, waking up Zhang Ying, who was standing outside the curtain and stunned for a long time.

When he came back to his senses, Zhang Ying habitually wanted to reach out to pinch his eyebrows, but as soon as he raised his hand, he found that this was in the Great Wei Palace, and it was the East Warm Pavilion of the Hongde Palace, so he put down his hand in vain, took off his boots and socks and entered the warm pavilion.

In the Rui Beast incense burner, as the light smoke rises, the smell of Su Hexiang lingers in the air, lingering on the tip of the nose.

Zhang Ying settled down, did not sit on the square couch opposite, but walked to the screen, knelt down on the tuanhua iris mat on the right side of the case, "Zhen Niang." ”

He didn't want to be sabre-rattling as soon as he came up, so he chose a peaceful way.

When I looked up, the corner of my eye caught a glimpse of the inscription on the fold: Zhu Jun.

The note presented by the Imperial Observatory.

Zhang Yingxiang retracted his gaze unknowingly, "Zhenniang, let's have a good talk." ”

"Okay, you say, I'll listen." Empress Dowager Yang put the music on the table, smiled brightly, looked at Zhang Ying on the right, and even turned to lean on the hidden sac on the right side of the mat.

"I resigned, just lamenting the impermanence of life, as the poem said: Life is like a send, longevity is not gold, I want to live some idle days, watch Concubine Qing grow up safely, and wait for another year or two, I can make fun of my grandson and share my family."

"Besides, recently, my spirit has been a little weak, and I often feel that I am a little far away from the world, and the day is close to Songqiu, so I want to beg and return to my hometown."

"It's none of the business."

Zhang Ying said this, paused, looked at the Empress Dowager Yang who was still smiling, but was inexplicably a little flustered in her heart, and on a bright face, except for a smile, she couldn't see any other emotions.

"Once upon a time, I was sorry for you." Zhang Ying lowered her head slightly, and finally said this sentence, and all kinds of past events came to her eyes.

He was young.

The girl in the mountains seems to be beautiful and dazzling.

The greed for joy for a moment seems to be endless entertainment.

No one thinks about the future.

No one cares about identity.

It was as if there was a moment and eternity.

It's just that reality often comes too suddenly, too suddenly......

"A-Niang sent someone to send things to your house, I know all about them, and I asked people to choose those things."

"Even if I didn't marry the daughter of the Hua family back then, I would marry other girls from a family, so if you want to blame me, there is no need to anger other irrelevant people."

Speaking of this, Zhang Ying directly looked at the Empress Dowager Yang, probing, and admitting more.

Empress Dowager Yang unexpectedly opened her eyes, the smile on her face gradually faded, and she stiffened, but she didn't open her mouth to respond, she turned her ears sideways, still listening, and waited patiently.

There was no sound in the room, except for the occasional crackle of burning spices in the incense burner.

For a while, the bell fell and could be heard.

Gradually, the atmosphere changed from the initial relaxation to heavy, overwhelming people.

I don't know how long it was, a moment, two quarters of an hour.

Or maybe just a breath.

The longer the time, Zhang Ying's heart sank harder, and when he felt that he was about to reach the end, he suddenly heard Empress Dowager Yang smile and asked, "Why don't you make it up, you continue to make it up." ”

As soon as the words came out, tears almost burst out of his eyes.

"Okay, I won't be angry with others, I only blame you, then you can stay in Kyoto to make amends for me, and let Hua Lingyi take the child back to Qinghe, Goro, as long as you promise me, you will never see each other again in life and death, and I will not be angry with anyone."

Empress Dowager Yang stared at Zhang Ying with burning eyes, the tears rolling down her cheeks had long been wiped away by her, and at this moment, her head was slightly raised, and the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, waiting for Zhang Ying's answer.

There was a faint expectation in his demeanor, mixed with a hint of disdain.

Mixed together, there was a trepidation and uneasiness that she hadn't even noticed.

This kind of emotion was only experienced when she first entered the palace.

"Jane Niang, she and I are married ......"

Empress Dowager Yang was like a fried cat, her eyes widened, and she suddenly roared excitedly, "I don't care." ”

"Reputation, I don't care about reputation."

"If she likes it, let her take it, but she has to fuck me off immediately."

While speaking, Empress Dowager Yang quickly opened the Zhang Songshu on the desk and placed them in front of Zhang Ying one by one, all of which were folds handed over by the Yushitai, "Take a good look, this is a good thing that Zhu Jun sent me." ”

There are cunning and plundering, there are speculation, there are adulterers, and there are even more people who know the law and break the law.

The family has a large population and many children, and there will be a mixture of good and bad, and there are those who have become instruments, and there are many that have not been made into instruments.

There are some things that local officials don't necessarily dare to take care of.

Zhang Ying glanced twice, and he had a rough idea in his heart.

However, when he saw a note, his face turned white instantly, and he looked up at Empress Dowager Yang suddenly, "Impossible, this is a frame." ”

"Framing?" Empress Dowager Yang reached out and picked up the fold, "I'll take a look." ”

After reading it, he praised it, "I think Zhu Jun is quite good at doing things." ”

"Jane, you can't do that."

"Why can't I?" Empress Dowager Yang knocked on the fold in her hand and said smugly: "Let you see this, I'm just telling you: as long as I push it gently, Plains Fahrenheit will cease to exist." ”

"The original crime of the Li family in Zhao County was the ironclad crime of rebellion against the ironclad crime of making salt, once the evidence of the Hua family's crime of privately making a shield is conclusive, it is not too much to sentence him for the crime of rebellion, right?"

As soon as she heard this, Zhang Ying only felt that her blood was surging, and she couldn't calm down, and stared at the woman in front of her for a long time, "What do you want to do before you want to stop?" ”

He didn't dare to gamble, and he didn't want to gamble.

People's hearts have never been able to stand the test and test.

"First, you stay in Beijing for a long time, and you are not allowed to return to Qinghe, let that slut Hua Lingyi go back to Qinghe alone, and second, I don't want to see another person surnamed Hua in the court, and I will kill one if there is one."

"If I can't do it, I don't mind, just end it all."

made a loud noise, leaving no room for error, and almost extinguished all the luck in Zhang Ying's heart.

Perhaps, from the beginning, there was no need to talk, Zhang Ying slowly stood up, and the whole person was much more sober, "Zhenniang, I am the son of the Zhang family of Qinghe, not an ordinary person in Dongwu City." ”

He said this to her face to face seventeen years ago.