"Why?" Liu Ying asked Wang Long, "Am I not good enough for you?" ”

He is not a good woman, except for Emperor Hui's first year of indulging in wine for a period of time, these years, the women who stayed by his side are all old people when they were teenagers. Wang Long has followed him since he was in the palace, and he has been in love for many years, and he treats her very kindly.

In the end, she reciprocated herself.

"I," Wang Long was embarrassed for a while, these days, she has been uneasy, deeply regretting that she was fascinated by the ghost that day, and she was like a puppet manipulator, doing these things, one wrong step, one wrong step, and at this time, there was no turning back.

She suddenly jumped up, like grabbing a life-saving straw, pulled Liu Ying's wide sleeves, and hissed, "It's Tan He who is harming me." She said that my child was a daughter, and I was at a moment's mark. It turned out that she was lying. Someone must have been behind her. Your Majesty, you let the Tingwei Mansion check it out. Her eyes were tinged with eagerness, and her voice was crazy, "They must be hurting me." ”

Liu Ying withdrew her sleeves and looked at her with unconcealed pity and hatred, and only asked lightly, "Did she let you drink that bowl of saffron?" ”

Wang Long was suddenly stunned.

The hatred was like a knife, cutting at her heart.

"Tan He's diagnosis is naturally wrong. Tingwei also had a plan. But," Liu Ying smiled bitterly, "Even if you are really only a daughter, you should bear to use her to harm others?" Wang Long," he endured and endured, and finally couldn't help but reprimand, "I have been with you for so many years, but I have never seen clearly that the person next to my pillow is such a wicked woman." ”

Wang Long was stunned, wicked woman, it was his final verdict on her. And the last sparkle in her eyes was gone.

He looked at her and felt a little pitiful.

That year. After Ruyi died in front of his eyes, he said to himself that from now on, he must be strong in order to protect those whom he wants to protect.

He really wanted to protect that child. For this reason, you can confront the mother, but how can you prevent the child's mother from ending the child's life with a bowl of safflower soup? Harem dumping is not a glorious thing. He didn't want to use this charge to punish Wang Long. However, from now on, he can no longer see and hug her without any guilt.

He looked at the top of the temple with a blank look. Wen Yan said, "Miscarriage is the most hurtful, since you are sitting in a small confinement, you should stay in this cool hall to take care of your body." I won't bother you, I'll go first. ”

It's June. The summer is hot, the sun shines on the land of Guanzhong like fire, and the land on the outskirts of Chang'an has dried up.

When Ding Yan visited Qingliang Palace, he heard Wang Long's high-pitched call, "Someone is coming." On such a hot day, there is not even a fan. You're all dead, huh? ”

She sighed and said, "Sister Wang has always been well? ”

After a miscarriage. Liu Ying didn't say anything, but ordered Empress Zhang to lower Wang Long's grade back to the previous fifth rank. Outsiders who didn't know just thought that it was because Wang Long didn't keep the child, so the previous promotion because of the emperor's descent was not repeated. Only some old people in Weiyang Palace vaguely guessed some reasons from the various signs of the day.

When she saw Wang Long, she was startled.

The bright and gorgeous Wang Bazi of the past is gone. Only one woman was left who was extremely emaciated. Because of the depression during the small confinement period, coupled with a bad diet. The face is a little gray, reflecting a pair of big eyes, which looks a little squeal.

"It's better to be a sister." Wang Long pulled her to sit down and sighed, "After so many years of friendship, I am like this now, you are still willing to come to see me." ”

Ding Yan smiled slightly, didn't speak, handed over the basket in his hand and said, "I made a dim sum myself, give it to my sister to taste." ”

Wang Long sighed, opened the basket and looked at it, suddenly changed color, screamed, and pushed the basket away.

The small basket fell to the ground, and a few pieces of dim sum rolled out, and it was apricot blossom cake.

The apricot blossoms are fluffy and crispy, and they look delicious and delicious, but at this time, Wang Long looks like a flood monster.

"Ding," she asked, looking up, a spark of anger in her silent eyes, "what do you mean?" ”

"It's a pity." Ding Yan sighed, picked up a piece of clean apricot blossom cake in the basket, tasted a small bite, and said, "Although it is not as good as the craftsmanship of the Cen Shiguan of Jiaofang, it is also very good." ”

"Sister knows," she turned in the direction of Nujiaofang's palace, "why does Your Majesty treat Empress Zhang so kindly?" ”

"Who in this world doesn't know?" Wang Long said hatefully, "Because she Zhang Mengying is the granddaughter of Empress Dowager Lu, Your Majesty's sister, and the daughter of Princess Lu Yuan." Therefore, even if the matter involved the murder of the emperor, His Majesty never held her accountable. ”

"You're right." Ding Yan said, "Because Empress Zhang is the nephew of Your Majesty who grew up watching from a young age, so, in this Weiyang Palace, no one can match your Majesty's intimacy." Has my sister ever thought that His Majesty can be so affectionate to an irrelevant niece, even if you are really pregnant with only a daughter that day, as long as you give birth to her, how will he love his daughter. With a princess, His Majesty will always remember the beauty of the king in the Qingliang Palace. ”

"But you killed him with your own hands."

"There is a great drought in Guanzhong, and the halls of Weiyang Palace are fed back to get by. Even the Jiaofang Hall is to His Majesty's preference, and there is no need for ice. Only your cool hall is still extravagant and extravagant. His Majesty is busy with political affairs and can't sleep well every day, but you do such a thing at this time, you really hurt his heart. ”

Ding Yan sighed softly, "Do you know how much I envy you." I also wanted a child of His Majesty, but I have not been able to do so all these years. Since you have a body, every time Your Majesty stays in my palace, you will be called by the palace people of Qingliang Hall to see you in the middle of the night. Do you think I'm really so good-natured and not angry at all? No. But I always thought, for the sake of the child in your womb, bear with me. In any case, with this child by your side, you will have enough chips in the Weiyang Palace. ”

"However, you ruined the chips with your own hands."

Wang Long was dazzled when he heard this, remorse and hatred, two lines of tears fell down his cheeks, hugged his head and muttered, "Your Majesty." I already know I'm wrong. Come and see me. Our children are gone, it's okay. We will also have a second child. This time, I don't care if he's a little prince or a little princess. I will be a mother and give birth to him. ”

"You're dead to this heart." Ding Yan said coldly, "Don't you understand? Wang Long, this Qingliang Palace, has become another Yongxiang. Your Majesty has always valued affection and will not depose you on the surface. However, he will not forgive you for killing his child with a bowl of safflower soup. He will never come to this cool hall again. ”

Moment. Wang Long's face was completely discouraged.

"Ma'am." On the second day, when Hui Yun was dressing up Ding Yan, she asked puzzled. "Wang Bazi is already so down, why do you need to step on such a kick?"

"Because," Ding Yan smiled at the mirror, "Your Majesty is actually very much looking forward to having another prince, but because of her stupidity." And disappointed. ”

Standing in her position, Wang Long fell out of favor and lost her son, and she should be happy to see it. However, I don't know why, she still has a little hope in her heart, hoping that the child can be born. Looking at his eyebrows, he looks a little like His Majesty.

"Hui Yun." Ding Yan suddenly said, "Tomorrow." You can follow me to Yongxiang. ”

Not a drop of rain has fallen from the sky in Guanzhong.

The young Emperor Hui had great ambitions, and the rivers and mountains of the Han Dynasty were like a white painting scroll unfolding under his feet, Liu Ying thought, I can paint a majestic and incisive painting. But. Heaven does not favor him because of this, even though he is said to be the Son of Heaven. The summer of the fifth year of Emperor Hui. There was a rare drought in Guanzhong for decades, and the wheat in the fields was scorched, and the Weiyang Palace, from the emperor to the officials, were worried about it.

Although the treasury currency collection reported by Shaofu was very stretched by the Han monarchs, Emperor Hui still ordered Guanzhong's money and grain taxes to be reduced and exempted this year and next year. and went to the temple to pray for rain, and knelt sincerely for two nights, for twenty hours, until Empress Lu could not bear it anymore and forced him to go back. When Ah Yan helped him back to the pepper room, his lips were already white and bloodless, and his mind was a little confused, when he heard Ah Yan's choked sobs, he muttered comfortingly, "Ah Yan doesn't cry, isn't it okay for me?" ”

When I woke up the next day, it hadn't rained, but it was a little lighter. Zhang Yan came in with a food table, and there was a bowl of vegetarian rice porridge on it, which was extremely mellow, and it was still steaming.

"This is what I asked Cen Niang to cook, my uncle never woke up, so he kept stewing there, and after boiling for more than ten hours, it was almost melting, and you woke up." Zhang Yan said, putting the case in front of him, with a faint complaint between her eyebrows, "I know that my uncle should pray for rain, but why bother so hard?" ”

It's going to rain, and my mother is going to get married, so what's the matter of having to make your own decisions?

Zhang Yan blew a spoonful of porridge and put it to his lips, he shook his hand, took it himself, and felt weak when he drank the first sip, but after a few spoonfuls, he felt warm back.

"If you don't believe it, why do you want to do this rain prayer scene?"

Zhang Yan was suddenly speechless, when she read history in the past, she just felt that this man was pitiful, he was born in the world, it was rare to be an emperor, but he couldn't stretch his ambitions, he was confined to palace affairs, and he died without even leaving a child. Later, when we met, I felt that this man was amiable, kind-hearted, and gentle to everyone, as long as people did not force him, he could think about his interests. Now Fang feels that this man is respectable, when he took over the throne from his father, he also took over a heavy burden, under the seal of his father, who had Xuanhe's founding merits, no matter how good he did, he finally looked bleak. But even so, he still enshrined the concept of the emperor who had been taught to him since childhood to work for the well-being of all the people into his bones, and used it to measure himself every moment. You can say it's stupid, but when a person is attached to his beliefs, he also becomes a kind of nobility. And when he himself is unable to attain this nobility, nobility becomes a burden.

Don't you see, when those disciples of Confucius practiced the royal road of benevolence all their lives, who really realized this ideal utopia?

She doesn't want her husband to be a saint, she just wants him to be safe and happy for the rest of his life.

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Well. Wang Longnai took it away, and Ding Yan left it for me. lest you have to find a new one when you need a supporting actress in the future. Everyone is going to be angry again.

Today, May 30.

Tomorrow at noon, this month's pink ticket will be closed at the last time.

So, it's time to clear the stock.

These two days are tangled with pink tickets. I want to vomit when I see the monthly ticket list.

Seventeen hours to go. Sincerely knock on everyone to help the last handful. If you have a ticket, click a few times on the pink button at the bottom of the page.

Obviously, it feels like the chapter of "Wedding Dress" was added yesterday. As a result, it's time to add more. So I dived wordlessly and went to catch up.