The study was silent, and red sandalwood curled with green smoke.

Yun Zhao turned his face away and stared down at the plaster on the floor tiles.

Wang Yanshu was silent for a long time, and she raised her head again, crashing into his red eyes. Yun Zhao's gaze circled his face, he was no longer the young man in his memory, he had worked hard all these years, and he had hidden old age.

Yun Zhao's eyes were a little sour, and he regretted his temper.

Wang Yanshu stood up, walked in front of her, and gently touched her head as if he had coaxed her to sleep when he was a child: "Since you go to the battlefield, I will guard the Hou Mansion for you and wait for you to come back." ”

He has always been so gentle and patient, like a breeze that will never be violent, wrapped in a faint fragrance of flowers, soothing all the restlessness in this world. Yun Zhao cried and threw himself into his arms, wetting his green shirt. His arms were warm and generous.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Zhao'er is not wrong." He reached out to caress her back, but his eyes were down but he hesitated.

She's not a child anymore.

An inexplicable feeling of irritability rose in his heart, and finally he still dropped his hand, stroked Yun Zhao's back and said: "I didn't stay in the Hou Mansion to repay my kindness, I can be Zhao'er's teacher, and I will be with Zhao'er day and night, and I will live my life in the wind." ”

Yun Zhao was stunned, forgot to cry, and looked up at him from his arms.

Wang Yanshu raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face: "I have to report to the barracks tomorrow, go back and rest early, and don't Wen Shu at night." ”

Yun Zhao nodded, smiling.

He pinched Yun Zhao's nose and smiled affectionately: "Little girl." ”

Yun Zhao didn't fall asleep when she went back, she sat in the courtyard, staring lonely at a small piece of soil on the bluestone slab, not knowing whose sole was stepped on and printed with an unclear pattern. Mama Su came out with a cloak and draped it over her shoulders: "Girl, it's late at night." ”

Yun Zhao smiled slightly: "Mama go to sleep, let everyone quit, I want to stay by myself for a while." ”

"Yes."

The courtyard was quiet, and Yun Zhao closed his eyes and sat listening to the wind.

After a while, the sound of the wind was mixed with small sounds. She stood up and looked back warily.

The man of Zhilan Yushu is like a bright moon glimmer. He was dressed in white, and he didn't seem to care about the dark night, nor did he care about appearing in the Hou Mansion so late at night.

"Ah Yan."

Ji Xingyan walked in front of her in three or two steps, and hugged her into his arms, caught off guard.

Yun Zhao was slightly stunned, hesitated for a moment and did not push him away.

"Ah Yan, what's wrong with you?"

He hugged her very tightly and asked softly, "Ah Zhao, can you not go." ”

"I can't." Yun Zhao replied in the affirmative, gently pushing him away, but saw a red touch at the end of his eyes. She was stunned and chuckled: "Ah Yan, what's wrong with you?" ”

"I'm afraid you'll die." He is so straightforward, but Yun Zhao's eloquent speech doesn't know how to use it.

It was the first time that Ji Xingyan hated his incompetence like this. He can't protect Ah Zhao, and he has to watch her go to the battlefield, life and death are uncertain.

Yun Zhao raised his head and smiled at him, patting him on the shoulder like a hero: "I won't die, I still want to attack the lord, and I have to protect you." ”

Ji Xingyan looked at her face, and his eyes deepened. The last bit of tenderness in his eyes was exhausted, and a faint sadness covered his unwillingness and hatred.

"Ah Zhao, when you come back, I will never let you be at the mercy of others again."

Yun Zhao frowned slightly, not having time to catch the ruthlessness that flashed in his eyes. Ji Xingyan stroked her brows, gently gentle.

"Ah Yan, you are alone in Beijing, be careful in everything." Yun Zhao grabbed his hand, took it away from his face, and smiled at him, "If I can't come back for the Mid-Autumn Festival, go to Fengxian Hall for me to put a stick of incense." ”

"Okay."

After Yun Zhao left Handan, the struggle in the palace city began to take shape.

The fourth prince died in Shuozhou for disaster relief, and this matter was only an accident, until the third prince accidentally knocked over the wine glass at the Chinese New Year's Eve banquet.

In addition to the emperor and harem concubines at the annual banquet, there are only a few princes, princesses and relatives, which can be regarded as a happy family.

The queen was still a little weak because of the loss of her beloved son, so she only drank a glass of wine with the emperor and hurriedly said goodbye and returned to Yukun Palace.

Without the queen, the concubine's family is dominant, and she pours wine and adds food to the emperor.

The concubine has a face as round as a full moon, and she looks rich and noble. She is over 40 years old, but she has not seen many scars from the years. The figure is also slender and colorful, wearing a red long skirt with embroidered gowns, generous and enchanting.

After three rounds of drinking, several princes were a little drunk, the third prince and the seventh prince sat together, and the two of them drank and punched. Chinese New Year's Eve, rare presumptuous.

The three princes were drunk and their eyes were hazy, and the emperor took a sip of wine and smiled at the two brothers. The concubine sat on the sidelines and added wine to the emperor.

"Look at their brothers, they are presumptuous today." Although she was disgusted, she smiled proudly and gently.

The Emperor gave her a gentle look and smiled kindly: "It's rare to have such fun, let them play." ”

Ji Xingyan sat in the corner, like an outsider.

The emperor and the concubine were gentle and gentle, drinking a cup of each other. Suddenly, there was an angry roar from below, attracting many seductive eyes.

"What's the matter with you!"

It turned out that the third prince slipped out of the wine glass as soon as he missed, and the wine spilled on the body of the seventh prince.

Ji Yujin was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he jumped up all of a sudden, stared at him with drunken red eyes, and pointed at his third brother angrily, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Ouch, I'm drunk, I'm drunk, Seventh Brother forgive me." The third prince was good-natured and stood up to make amends. The Seventh Prince glared and snorted and snorted.

The emperor only said with disgust at this: "Old Seven, why is your temper still so impulsive." ”

The concubine hurriedly interjected: "Come on, quickly take the Seventh Prince to the side hall to change clothes." ”

The big palace maid beside her hurriedly ran down, held the arm of the Seventh Prince, squeezed it gently, and said, "Your Highness, the slave maid will take you to change your clothes." ”

The seventh prince pursed his lips, glared at his third brother, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

This innocuous little farce was only a pipa for the Chinese New Year's Eve banquet, and no one went to their hearts.

The next morning, the emperor had not yet woken up. Cao Qinzhi hurried to the concubine's Fangqi Pavilion, followed by the hunched little eunuch, holding a neatly folded garment.

Cao stood still at the door, hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Your Majesty?" ”

There was no echo inside. He sighed, pushed the door open, and walked in. The curtain of the bed hazy the situation inside, and a languishing smell wafted through the warm air.

Cao's relatives secretly slandered themselves, and the concubine was a good means and was pampered.

"Your Majesty." He stood not far from the bed, and let out a loud cry.

The Emperor woke up and sat up. glared at him unhappily, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead: "This morning, it's rare for me to get a good night's sleep, what are you doing?" ”

The concubine also woke up and sat up slowly with the quilt.

"Your Majesty, the slave has something important to report." He waved his hand back, and the little eunuch who followed him walked up in three or two steps, knelt down, and begged for mercy repeatedly: "Please spare your majesty, please spare your majesty." ”

The emperor lifted the curtain of the bed, and Cao Qin's attendant quickly walked over to put on his shoes for him, and held his robe to put it on him. The emperor walked to the chair and sat down, rinsed his mouth with light salt water, and then looked at the little eunuch.

The little eunuch crawled to his knees and turned to him.

"What's the matter?" The emperor's voice was lazy, and there was a sleepiness that had not faded. He closed his eyes and put his hand on his forehead.

"Back to Your Majesty, yesterday the Seventh Prince changed out of his robe stained with wine, and this morning the servant was about to wash his robe and found a letter in his robe."

The emperor raised his eyelids and glanced at Cao's relatives, who held the letter and delivered it to the emperor. The Emperor took it and unfolded it, his two tufts of eyebrows furrowed together, and his hand clenching the letter tightly.

"Summoning the old seven!"

The concubine was startled, didn't bother to put on her shoes and hurriedly ran out, looking at the emperor worriedly, showing a puzzled and elegant expression: "Your Majesty? ”

The Emperor only looked at her, and his eyes were cold. Like the snow that fell a few days ago, it freezes in the cold winter wind. The door was open, blowing away the warmth in the room, and the concubine's body was suffocated, and her heart was pounding.

When the Seventh Prince came, he had not yet woken up from his hangover, his face drooping, and he looked tired.

He has always been favored, and the son is valued by the mother. He was summoned to Qifang Pavilion early in the morning on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and he only thought that the emperor and the concubine asked him to have breakfast together. The little eunuch who came didn't say it explicitly, so he thought so.

As soon as he entered, the emperor and the concubine were indeed having breakfast, and he bowed and bowed before sitting down. The emperor glanced at him, and his tone was inaudible: "Did you sleep well yesterday?" ”

The concubine gave him frequent looks, but he didn't pay attention, and sat down with a yawn: "I drank too much with the third brother, and my son had a headache all night." ”

When I opened my eyes and swept the table, I found that I didn't have my own dishes and chopsticks. He was about to reprimand the minions when he heard the emperor's faint voice say, "Kneel." ”

The Seventh Prince was stunned, and then he hurriedly looked at the concubine in panic, received the concubine's eyes, and knelt down.

"Tell me what good things you've done?"

The Seven Princes hesitated.

The concubine's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she gave the emperor a chopsticks and side dishes, and said softly: "Your Majesty, you can only punish Jin'er for what he has done wrong, and on the first day of the New Year, you can't be angry." “

The emperor turned his head to look at her, his eyes were deep, and the concubine couldn't guess what he meant, so she only pretended to be calm, with a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth.

He snorted coldly and threw the letter on the table on Ji Yujin's face.

Ji Yujin hurriedly grabbed it and looked at it, looked at it at a glance, shook it off as if he had touched something dirty, took two steps forward and hugged the emperor's leg and cried: "The son is wronged, the son is wronged, the father is wronged." ”

"Your name is not mentioned in this letter, so why do you cry out for injustice?"

Ji Yujin was stunned.

The concubine gave her a look, and the maid beside her picked up the letter on the ground and showed it to her. The Emperor did not stop her, and watched indifferently as her ruddy face turned pale.

This is a letter to the history of the Shuozhou Security Tour, which mentions the death of the late fourth prince and the insider who has been cleaned up.

The accidental drowning of the four princes became a murderous situation carefully planned by the seven princes.

The concubine nervously clenched the emperor's sleeve, and her voice trembled: "Your Majesty, how is this possible." Jin'er has always been obedient......"

The emperor's arms and legs were held by their mother and son, and he smiled coldly: "Old Seven, I remember that the history of Shuozhou Security Patrol was recommended by you back then. ”

Ji Yujin sat on the ground as if his spine had been removed.

The concubine grabbed the emperor's sleeve, knelt down, and burst into tears: "Your Majesty, this must be framed by someone, Jin'er will not do such a thing." ”

The emperor glanced at her, and the warmth of the past was long gone.