Concubine Li Guifei walked out of the gate of Jinhua Palace, and saw that the direction that Emperor Jingyuan was going to was Weiyang Palace, so she quickened her pace to catch up, and said with a gentle smile: "Your Majesty, Xu'er has been studying very hard these days, and has made a lot of progress in learning characters and articles, and is still talking about asking Your Majesty to take the test for his favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoYou also know that Xu'er's child is young and playful, thanks to the careful teaching of Master Mo, the champion of the new department. If you teach him the truth in person, it will definitely work much better than the words of the champion and the favored wife of the black-bellied prime minister. ”

The tone was euphemistic, and he did not hesitate to praise, and the implication was to let Emperor Jingyuan set up the Chaohui Palace.

Emperor Jingyuan froze, glanced at the towering eaves of Weiyang Palace, stroked his short beard and was silent for a while, and said, "Okay, I'll go and see how Xu'er's homework is." ”

Concubine Li smiled softly, followed behind Emperor Jingyuan, and the group headed towards the Chaohui Palace.

Gao Xian lowered his head and followed the footsteps of Emperor Jingyuan and Concubine Li, obeying orders at any time.

I can't tell you how many times, the concubines of the harem can easily stop His Majesty's holy drive to Weiyang Palace, invite His Majesty to enjoy the flowers and the moon with them, or sing and dance to their heart's content, Queen Situ has never objected to this, and has never even issued a single question or dissatisfaction.

However, it is very strange that almost every time, His Majesty's footsteps still subconsciously deviate towards Weiyang Palace.

……

Situ He didn't change his clothes, nor did he go outside the palace, but went straight to Weiyang Palace, stepped on the long steps one by one, stepped on the mulberry fruit that he picked with his own hands and was now soaked in rain, stood in front of the two closed red palace doors, and said to the forbidden troops on both sides: "Open the door." ”

Princess Jing is not here, even if Situ He is let in, it will not be considered a violation of the queen's will, the forbidden army thought about it, and then put down the erected long knife and opened the palace door.

Situ He stepped on the splash of water and stepped into the palace gate step by step, soaking wet, from the black hair on the top of his head to the red clothes and riding boots all over his body, nothing was intact.

When the eunuch guarding the door of the dormitory saw him come in, he hurriedly greeted him and said, "General He, why are you wet like this?" Quickly wipe it. ”

Situ He pushed them away and entered the main hall as if no one was there, Queen Situ sat on the phoenix collapse, her hands supporting her forehead, her eyebrows frowning, obviously tired.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Queen Situ threw out the teacup in her hand vigorously, and said angrily: "This palace has said that it is not allowed to intercede for Princess Jing and the favorite wife of the black prime minister!" ”

After seeing the person clearly, Queen Situ sat up straight, frowned and said, "He'er, is it you?" ”

Situ He got straight to the point and said: "I didn't believe what my aunt said last time, but I have seen it today. Auntie, what kind of character has Jing Xiaobai had since she was a child, you know very well, why are you so cruel to her? Let her kneel outside the palace gate for four hours, and she is still injured on her body, do you want to see her die?! ”

The voice turned into a reproach at the back, and the tone was very intense, Queen Situ slapped the table and stood up: "Presumptuous!" ”

Seeing that the queen's eyes widened and her anger was monstrous, Situ He realized that his tone was too heavy, so he lowered his eyebrows, lifted the hem of his clothes, and knelt down in the hall: "Weichen should not be presumptuous in front of Niangniang, begging Niangniang to calm his anger." But Weichen must ask a clear understanding today, how does Niangniang plan to deal with Jing Xiaobai? ”

used honorifics, but not to the elders, but to the attitude towards the mother of a country, Queen Situ listened, sat down again, and her voice was calm: "In this life in this palace, the first hatred is chaotic and abandoned, and the second hatred is obsessed." Jing'er is young and ignorant, and the palace has given her a choice, and she has also picked a way out. It was she who refused to be obedient and insisted on going her own way, and she did not hesitate to go against her mother for the sake of a sick seedling, which made the palace feel cold. Bengong broke her heart for her, but she didn't understand, using her stubborn temper and dead eyes to deal with Bengong, kneeling outside the hall for four hours, did she want Bengong to invite her in person, and admit that Bengong was wrong She was right? Let her rest assured that she will boldly do nonsense to hurt others and hurt herself until she loses all the face of our Situ family?! Do you think so?! Well? ”

The last note was full of thick questioning, full of neutrality, worthy of being a female general who had fought on the battlefield for nearly ten years, which shocked Situ He's eardrums, and he was a little short of words for a moment.

Jing Xiaobai is stubborn, her aunt is also stubborn, neither mother nor daughter is worse than the other, and it is impossible for anyone to take a step back.

Seeing that Situ He was silent, Queen Situ sighed and said: "He'er, after this time, this palace is dead to Jing'er, and from now on, she will have nothing to do with that sick man, whether she stays with her for a lifetime or suffers for a lifetime." You don't have to worry about her, wait a few days, this palace will choose a good girl for you, and you should also become a favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister. ”

Situ Hefeng's eyes widened, his face was full of disbelief, and he blurted out: "I won't marry someone else!" ”

His roar, cutting gold and iron, faintly echoed, making the palace maids and eunuchs around him tremble. The queen has never said which lady he is marrying with, who does this "others" refer to?

The surroundings were quiet, Queen Situ was silent, and Situ He suddenly realized that he had said something that he shouldn't have said, lowered his head slightly, and lowered his voice: "How can my aunt ignore Jing Xiaobai?" She's a stupid girl, but she's a little willful, if her aunt doesn't care about her, who cares about her? ”

Empress Situ rubbed her eyebrows, sighed, and pointed out: "People should fulfill themselves by themselves, for the sake of unworthy people, hurt all the relatives around them, and let the relatives and enemies be happy, how stupid?" Even in ordinary people's homes, it is unforgivable, not to mention that as a princess of the royal family, she should understand that she should not live only for herself. Hongu had told her this a month earlier, but she didn't listen to it at all, and still insisted on doing what she thought was right. If the daughter of this palace is so useless, she succumbs to reality without struggling, and casually thinks about living her life with a sick seedling, she is not worthy of being the daughter of the Situ family, let alone the princess of Daxingguo! ”

Spent a lifetime with a sick seedling?

Situ He read this sentence, and couldn't come up with any rebuttal words, he could only continue to repeat, take out the words in his heart again and again, convince himself, and try to persuade others: "Jing Xiaobai is still young, give her a little time, she will always understand who is good to her, understand what she should do, but ......"

Speaking of this, Situ He raised his head and looked directly at Queen Situ on the phoenix with an unusually firm gaze: "However, Jing Xiaobai is just a girl, and it is never her responsibility to protect her family and defend the country, and she does not need to bear the burden of social responsibility." If there is a real need for her to put in the effort, I am willing to do it for her, no matter how hard and tiring it is, it can be! ”

Situ He's phoenix eyes are so frank and sincere, what he said is not half false, his worries are real, his pity is true, and he loves Jing Xiaobai unreservedly.

Empress Situ stared at him for a long time, finally closed her eyes, shook her head slightly, and a smile of unknown meaning appeared on her lips: "He'er, you stupid boy, you are young and vigorous, and what you say can't be regarded as the favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister." After a few years, they will get married and their children will become a group, and they will know that these young people are empty. What this palace said, you may not understand it now, it doesn't matter, the days are still long. Don't kneel, go ahead, change this wet clothes, your injuries are not yet healed, beware of illness. ”

Situ He didn't move, and said bluntly: "Your Majesty and Concubine Li have both gone to Jinhua Palace to see Jing Xiaobai, won't my aunt go to see it?" She'll definitely want to see you. ”

Empress Situ didn't answer, but straightened up, walked slowly to the window, and watched the heavy rain in the palace spill down, mercilessly wetting the green banana leaves.

"Huer, this season, it's time for the poppies on the Northwest Frontier to open, right?"

Situ He didn't understand why she suddenly asked this question, and was about to answer, but he heard Queen Situ laugh and said: "The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains......"

Situ He understood that this was not meant to him, and his aunt was just asking and answering herself.

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In the evening, the showers first stopped, but the sky had already darkened, the Jinhua Palace was lit up, and the palace maids sent dinner one after another, Mo Wen ate some light rice porridge, and fed Bailijing half a bowl, her hands were ulcerated, and the injuries on her back could be big or small, she was now completely unable to move.

After finishing dinner, Mulian wanted to go in to take care of Baili Jing, but was pulled by the palace maids Xiaoyue and Dark Xiang, and whispered to bite her ears and said, "The princess and the concubine are about to rest, what are you doing in there?" ”

Mulian entered the palace late, but because of Bailijing's relationship, she got along very well with these palace maids, and at this time, she couldn't refute it when she was stopped by them, so she had to be dragged by them to the outer room, leaving Bailijing and Mo Wen in the inner room.

After being drenched in the rain and cold, the dizziness was better, but the wound hurt so much that Bailijing couldn't sleep, woke up in the middle of the night, touched to the side, and immediately held her hand lightly, carefully avoiding the injury behind her and hugging her into his arms, he still didn't speak, his palms were still warm and not hot enough, but in this gradually hot summer night, Bailijing felt inexplicably at ease with the favorite wife of the black prime minister.

What is the old understanding of the wasteland?

It's just the process of getting used to getting used to the arms of one person from one person's arms to another, and that process is the legendary "forever".

She smelled the medicinal fragrance on the people around her, and said softly: "Mo asked, do you feel uncomfortable these days?" Were there any injuries on the Kemari court that day? ”

Mo Wen lowered his head, his forehead against her forehead, he shook his head slightly, and she knew it when she touched it.

Bai Lijing curled her lips: "That's good." If you feel uncomfortable, or if something is wrong, tell me and don't be afraid to get me in trouble, you know? ”

Their foreheads were pressed together, their faces were so close that their breath could be heard, and her breath as she spoke was blowing across his lips, which was particularly intimate and ambiguous.

Mo Wen confused his thoughts, and didn't want to listen to what she said, but slowly and slowly approached little by little, took her half-open and half-closed lips in his mouth, and sucked them reluctantly, like tasting the most delicate and delicious dim sum, reluctant to taste it all, lick a little and lick a little, until he tasted the essence.

If he doesn't say love, he still doesn't say love, and it goes without saying it at all, he expresses it in action. He is so weak, so good-tempered, and nothing more than kissing his own wounded wife, what is wrong with him? Can she rudely push him away?