Night had fallen, Zhao Xuechi stood at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he was really tired of waiting, so he said to the little servant beside him, "Tell your lords, I have entered the palace, don't wait for him." The little servant responded, Zhao Xuechi glanced at the deep prime minister's mansion, turned around and walked out, and disappeared into the night.

The candlelight in the room flickered gently on Yu Fu's face, casting a layer of benevolent light on his emaciated cheeks. Yu Fu didn't answer Yu Nian's question, but just closed his eyes quietly. Yu Nian sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Yu Fu, whose hair was almost completely white, and said softly, "So General Chen Huyan refused the prince's overtures, so my marriage contract with Chen Hao'er was going to be canceled, so the first emperor hated the prince."

All this because of you, because of your jealousy, because of your selfishness. "For more than a few years, I have completely lost sympathy for the terminally ill old man in front of me. Every word he said just now was making Yu Nian's worldview collapse little by little, "You are my father, but we are not the same kind of people, you are wrong, I am not the prime minister for power, fame and fortune." ”

He knew that Yu Fu liked to play with power, and he also knew that he was not good and had a femme fatale. But he didn't expect him to do that.

If he hadn't framed Chen Huyan and Concubine Shu, maybe he would have married Chen Hao'er; If he hadn't framed Chen Huyan and Concubine Shu, maybe the prince wouldn't have had such a miserable childhood; If he hadn't framed Chen Huyan and Concubine Shu, maybe Du Zhenyue wouldn't have died.

All of this is because of his dark heart for a while. Yu Nian sat in the candlelight, looked at Yu Fu's already calm face, stretched out his hand to probe, his snort was still there, Xu had said too much, and he was a little too tired and fell asleep.

Do I have to be the prime minister? For the first time, Yu Nian began to doubt his choice. Even if I can complete some measures to benefit the people, do I really want to spend my whole life in power calculations? Is this really, what I want?

Zhao Xuechi had already entered the palace and arrived at the gate of Qifeng Palace, but was stopped. "General Zhao, the emperor is inside."

"What?? The emperor is inside? Zhao Xuechi's heart was cold, "When did the emperor come?" "General, the emperor came before dinner." "It's over, it's over." Zhao Xuechi paced back and forth anxiously. "General, are you in a hurry? Need a minion to help you report? Zhao Xuechi stopped, "It's okay, then I'll bother my father-in-law." ”

"The widow will make you a general of Jingguo, and you are no longer a pure concubine. To the outside court, the widow will say that the pure concubine is sick, lingering on the sickbed, and cannot see people. Inside, the widow will also be arranged, there will be no gossip, you can go with confidence. ”

"Hey, hey, your majesty, you're so good." Chen Hao'er pinched Du Zhenhe's shoulders doggedly. A slight smile appeared on Du Zhenhe's face, "You don't know, how much the widow doesn't want you to go." If it weren't for the situation. It's also your fault, a girl's family, learning what to do in war, being a civil official, and being down-to-earth by the widow's side, isn't it? Chen Hao'er's face was happy, "The emperor's side is the best, the emperor's side is good, it's all because I can fight, hehe." Du Zhenhe suddenly pressed Chen Hao'er's hand to pinch his shoulder, "Feng'er..." Chen Hao'er tried to pull his hand out, but Du Zhenhe was unable to move.

At this moment, a little eunuch came in and reported, "Your Majesty, Niangniang, General Zhao Xuechi of the General's Mansion asks to see you." "What is she doing when she comes to you so late?" Chen Hao'er took the opportunity to pull out her hand and shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know, Sister Xuechi has never looked for me so late, there may be something urgent, just so I can tell her the good news!" Du Zhenhe pondered for a while, and said to the little eunuch, "No, the widow is with Concubine Chun now, and it is inconvenient to meet guests, so I went back to her, so that she can come back on a cloudy day if she has something." "Yes."

"Your Majesty, I'm no longer a pure concubine! As you said yourself, why didn't you let me see Sister Yukichi? Chen Hao'er asked suspiciously. Du Zhenhe looked at Chen Hao'er's stupid expression, and a smile appeared on his serious face again, "Today you are still a widow's pure concubine, and you will be a general of Jingguo on a cloudy day." Chen Hao'er nodded as if she didn't understand, "But Sister Xuechi..."Du Zhenhe shook his head and said, "You accompany the widow well tonight, you have more time with her." Chen Hao'er nodded, "The emperor is right, but... You... How do you want me to accompany you? An embarrassed and strange expression appeared on Chen Hao'er's face.

"See how you want to accompany you?" Du Zhenhe said narrowly. Chen Feng'er grinned, "Just... Just sleep, or, or if you want, I can rub your shoulders, beat your legs, it's okay, I don't sell my body. Du Zhenhe glared at Chen Hao'er with a smile, "What nonsense, the widow won't do anything to you." Speaking of showmanship, the widow would love to see how you fight. ”

Chen Feng'er immediately jumped to the side and gestured a few moves, "Your Majesty, don't underestimate me, I'm amazing, I'm so good at sword dancing, do you want to see it?" Du Zhenhe narrowed his eyes and nodded with a smile. Ah Chun! Go get my sword! Chen Hao'er shouted at Ah Chun outside the door. Be! Empress! Slave and maid, go now! Ah Chun's voice came from outside.

A moment later, Ah Chun walked in with Chen Hao'er's sword in both hands, "Niangniang, the sword is here." Chen Hao'er nodded, took the sword, and showed it to Du Zhenhe ostentatiously, "This is the sword that my father found the best blacksmith to fight for me back then!" It's light and sharp, look at it, it's amazing! Chen Hao'er said with a smile. Du Zhenhe nodded cooperatively, "Well, it's really a good sword." ”

"Your Majesty, come out with me, I'll dance for you!" Chen Feng'er excitedly pulled Du Zhenhe's sleeve and walked towards the courtyard.

Du Zhenhe looked at Chen Hao'er's figure in the courtyard, light and vigorous, and she was like two people in normal times, and her eyes became sharp. Du Zhenhe took out his jade pendant from his arms, rubbed the patterns on it, and watched Chen Hao'er dance happily, and unconsciously put a smile on his face.

After dancing the sword, Chen Hao'er wiped the sweat on her head, handed the sword to Ah Chun to collect, and ran towards Du Zhenhe. Du Zhenhe looked at Chen Hao'er who was running towards him, and unconsciously opened his arms slightly, during this time, he had not felt so relaxed and happy for a long time. He felt as if he was a little dependent on the girl in front of him, her small body, but it seemed to have a huge energy.

On this night, there was laughter and laughter in the Qifeng Palace, looking warm and happy. Du Zhenhe looked at Chen Feng'er who was smiling brightly, and for the first time he desperately hoped that time could stop at this moment.

The two sat side by side, looking at the quiet moonlight, Chen Hao'er sat on the stool under the porch and swinged her legs, "Your Majesty, do you know that I used to have a poem that I liked very much. "Huh?" Chen Hao'er's voice also seemed to become a little cold under the moonlight, "Chang'an is a moon, and thousands of households are pounding clothes." It was written by one of my favorite poets. "Oh? Where is Chang'an? "Your Majesty, it's a far, far away place." "Chang'an is a month, and thousands of households pound clothes. Good mood. Du Zhenhe repeated.

Turning his head to look at Chen Hao'er's side face, Du Zhenhe took out the jade pendant from his arms, gently pulled Chen Hao'er's hand, and put the jade pendant in her hand.

"Feng'er, for you."