He Ying learned that Sang Yan had left the palace two days later.

In the past two days, he was born by the Queen Mother, and he was too lazy to go to the harem.

Until the time of the last dynasty, I saw Zhongyihou.

For some reason, I thought of his eldest son who begged to marry Sang Yan under the pressure of Kefu's life.

Gongzi Jiangling, Lang Yan is unique, and there is no other in the world.

It's a pity that on the wedding night, he drowned in the lotus pond and died young.

"Your Majesty, the matter of the emperor's heir is a major matter of the country, and it must not be delayed any longer."

It was the imperial historian Feng Yi who said this.

He was nearly 60 years old, with gray temples, and was the core minister of the party.

Under his leadership, the civil and military capitals of the Manchu Dynasty knelt on their knees and shouted in unison: "Please emperor, pamper the concubine, and give birth to the emperor's heir." ”

He Ying, who was born every day, was numb early, and perfunctory as usual: "I know." If it's okay, let's retreat. ”

After he retired from the court, he went to the Yuesang Palace.

Tsuki-sang Temple

Sang Qiaoshui smiled sweetly and served diligently: "This is the daughter red buried by the concubine's mother herself, it has been sixteen years, and the emperor is invited to taste it." ”

With her wine in hand, Ying Ying stepped forward and stopped three paces away from the emperor.

The emperor was close to the woman and uncomfortable, and the women in the palace stopped at three steps.

He Ying didn't come to drink.

He swept around, and didn't see the person he wanted to see, so he asked, "Why didn't you see your sister?" ”

Sang Qianshui's smile stiffened, his hand holding the wine glass shook, and quickly stabilized, and then, with a forced smile: "Thanks to the emperor's concern, it's just that my sister said that she is not used to life in the palace and has gone back." ”

He Ying was very dissatisfied with this answer.

With an expressionless face and a furrowed brow, he asked, "Where have you gone back?" She is still widowed for Jiangling in the Jiang family? ”

Sang Qiaoshui felt that the emperor's last sentence was a little angry, like a feeling of jealousy.

She was also jealous, and jealousy overflowed in her heart: "Sister she, she ......"

She made a look of something unspeakable.

He Ying saw it, and his brows furrowed even deeper: "What's wrong with her?" ”

Sang Qiaoshui knelt directly on the ground, and stopped talking: "The emperor forgives the sin, and the concubines and concubines can't say it." ”

The more you can't say, the more curious it is.

He Ying lost his patience, slapped the table, and shouted: "Say! ”

Sang Qiaoshui said: "My sister is suspected of having something to do with the second son of the Jiang family, and she was sent home half a year ago. ”

Repatriation is a derogatory term.

She intends to slander Sang Yan's reputation - who would like a woman with watery poplars?

He Ying didn't think about this, but felt that the men of the Jiang family were not afraid of death!

Also, the peony flower dies, and the ghost is also romantic.

Just thinking that the peony flower of Sangyan was picked by others, I felt very uncomfortable.

"I believe in my sister's innocence. My sister also said that she has a deep love for her brother-in-law and will never marry again in this life. ”

Who would want a woman who has another man in her heart?

In order to dispel the emperor's interest in Sang Yan, Sang Qiaoshui took great pains.

He Ying didn't know Sang Qianshui's thoughts, and he didn't have any malice in hers, so he just sighed: "It's an infatuated lover." ”

At that time, the restrictions on women were very high, but widows were not forbidden to remarry.

Especially the situation of Sang Yan, who is childless and widowed.

But she is concerned about her deceased husband and no longer married, how can she not be moved by such a deep affection?

"It's a pity that my sister's life is not good, and I was separated from my brother-in-law early."

Sang Qiaoshui deliberately reminded Sang Yan's Kefu life.

When He Ying heard this, he frowned, didn't say anything, sat down for a while, and left.

Left and right for a cup of tea.

He didn't even drink her daughter red.

Sang Qiaoshui watched the emperor leave, and when the emperor was far away, he disappeared and threw the wine hard.

"Bang!"

The fine flask fell to the ground and fell apart.

"Slut!"

"I'm used to hooking up with men!"

Sang scolded with hatred.

The palace maids and eunuchs were so frightened that they knelt on the ground: "Niangniang is angry." ”

Xiangxiu stepped forward and persuaded: "Niangniang, don't think so, the princess left the palace early, didn't she just want to avoid the emperor?" If she had a heart, no, no, she would never dare to have a heart. What is the identity of the emperor? Her life, even if she is close to the emperor, is also an unforgivable sin. The Queen Mother and the Minister will not sit idly by. ”

Sang Qiaoshui listened, feeling more comfortable, but still hated: "Where am I inferior to her?" She is twenty-four years old, she is already yesterday's yellow flower, and she is still a broken flower and a willow, the emperor, the emperor-"

The emperor is really angry!

"Go get a pen and paper, and I'm going to write a letter to my family."

She wants her family to get mulberry smoke into the nunnery, since it is Kefu's life, she should be accompanied by the green lantern ancient Buddha for the rest of her life.

*

The Imperial Study

He Ying took a sip of the tea handed by Yu Huaide when he was dealing with government affairs.

"Am I scary?"

A headless sentence.

Before Yu Huaide could speak, he heard the emperor say, "Like a rabbit." It's also smart. ”

His face changed, and he knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty—"

He Ying glanced at him and took another sip of tea.

Yu Huaide persuaded on the ground: "Your Majesty, the princess is very fierce, Lian Ke's four fiancés are still widows, you ...... to her I can't help it. ”

When He Ying heard this, he only laughed and didn't say anything.

He is the emperor, and he wants whatever he wants.

If there is any obstacle, it is not good.

*

Mulberry

Smoke Pavilion

The original owner's boudoir.

Surrounded by mountains and rivers, shrouded by sunset, it is like a fairyland.

This is the third day of the mulberry smoke salted fish.

She originally left the palace and returned to the Sang Mansion, and immediately asked the original owner's mother to resign, saying that she was going to Zhuangzi to go to the Qing Dynasty to repair, but the original owner's mother stopped her, and as a mother, she couldn't bear to suffer outside.

So, she stayed.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

She ate grapes, looked at the script, and listened to the gossip of the maid Chunzhi inside and outside the house, so unhappy.

until

The original owner's mother sent a maid to pass the word: "Miss, Madame, please come over." ”

Sang Yan intuitively felt that nothing good was good, but he didn't know what it was.

In the past three days, she has lived in seclusion, eating and waiting for death, and she will never come out of the Floating Smoke Pavilion if she has nothing to do, so she will not still get in the way of other people's eyes, right?

After a while, I arrived at the courtyard of the original owner's mother.

The original mother, Lin, gave birth to two daughters and a son, the eldest daughter Sang Yan, the eldest son Sang Jue, and the second daughter Sang Qiaoshui, now forty years old, well maintained, or charming.

There was sorrow between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Mother—"

Sang Yan walked in and bowed.

Li looked at his young and beautiful daughter, his face was sad, and he sighed.

When Sang Yan saw it, he was nervous, his face was concerned, and he asked, "What is my mother worried about?" Say it and your daughter will help you come up with an idea. ”

"My poor daughter."

Li's eyes were red and he hugged Sang Yan.

She was so emotionally released, that is, when Sang Yan returned home half a year ago.

Sang Yan's bad premonition in his heart became even stronger: "Mother, don't cry, what happened?" Could it be Father—"

Did my father, the Tobe squire, make a mistake?

Has corruption been discovered?

While she was thinking—

Li let go of her, turned his head, and said with a look of reluctance: "Ah Yan, you said it a few days ago...... If you want to go to Zhuangzi, go for it. ”

Sang Yan: "......"

Is she disgusted? Kicked out of the house?