On the day the holy decree was sent to the gate of the mansion, Dou Qingyi finally saw her father smiling at her.

The whole family was beaming, and firecrackers spread from the streets to the alleys. Her mother also held her hand and cried with joy, saying that she had not been raised in vain, and that she had finally raised her daughter.

Dou Qingyi didn't understand why he was only successful today.

On the day of the release of the Spring Festival, her father was so angry that he almost fainted, picked up a bamboo whip and swollen her palms. He said that she had lost the dignity of the Dou family and her own innocence, and said that no one would dare to marry her in the future, so let her wrap her hair and go to the mountains to be a sister-in-law.

Her father was a very popular minister, and he scolded her so much that he sat down on the ground with his heart covered, and he didn't mention her article that the emperor had praised himself.

But today, he praised her so much that she burst into tears.

"Your Majesty will not give up, I can afford you to read two more books, you have to be gracious and serve His Royal Highness the Crown Prince well." Her father said.

On this day, Dou Qingyi put down the holy decree and returned to the boudoir with an expressionless face.

She had always had a good temper, but on this day she closed the door alone, lit the candlestick, and held it in her trembling hands, and almost burned the room full of books that she loved so much.

Her mother was so anxious that she banged on the door outside, saying that she was the most sensible since she was a child, and how she grew up now became more and more unreasonable.

Dou Huairen leaned on the side with his arms crossed, and lazily said that the emperor's grace was mighty, saying that she didn't know what to do.

Through the door, she fell to her knees, the lamp flipped aside, and set fire to her skirt.

She fell silently to the floor in front of the sages that filled the room.

She was sixteen years old, and she had read more of the great books of the sages than this room.

But why is she still locked up in this house, why has the great Confucianism of ancient and modern thousands of years said so many deafening words, but none of them can point her a clear path to the outside of the house.

The fire didn't burn after all, and it was extinguished on the hem of her skirt.

And the embroidered hand Tanhua, who was praised on the street in the market, also sat quietly on the wedding sedan chair with red makeup.

The emperor ordered a new flower, and there was an extra crown princess in the East Palace, who was amazingly colorful, but as cold as frost.

There are many women in the East Palace, and the news is smart, and gradually, everyone knows that the crown princess has a beautiful appearance and a reading head, but she is a wooden and boring character, and the prince does not like it.

But only Dou Qingyi knew that this was the only way she found for herself to live in despair.

To be a wife is also a servant. The Qingming of the back house under the rule can make the king have no worries, and cultivating a virtuous heir can be a thousand years of merit for the society. And the person who raises his eyebrows on the pillow can also assist the king, speak bluntly, and under the prosperity and Qingming, there will also be the little work she has paid.

She can still do what she wants.

She was sixteen years old, and she had only come into contact with the words of the house and her father and brother, who were not related to her, and with the last bit of fiery blood in the frost, she stood beside the prince of Gao Li Mingtang.

She became a wife, ascended to the back seat, stood on the clouds under one person, and became the most noble woman in the world.

But she clearly felt that the last bit of hope and enthusiasm in her heart was gradually extinguished in this palace made of gold and jade.

She saw how fragile the national honor and life tied to a man were.

In the harem battle, she was punished to set an example, but she was reprimanded for punishing Emperor Hongyou's concubine. There was a severe drought in the suburbs of Beijing, and she spent money in the palace as an example for disaster relief, but Emperor Hongyou only dropped a sneer of "a drop in the bucket" and got up and left her bedroom.

The Yangtze River flooded, the Ministry of Industry proposed a water control strategy has loopholes, she checked the classics and the Ministry of Industry over the years of water control records, rebuilt and revised a set of governance methods, but was the Hongyou Emperor Houyou harem for the reason of interference, punished in Fengluan Palace grounded for three months.

She traveled with the king, there were bandits on the way to rob the dragon, she took the place of her, escaped from the bandit village after all difficulties, and rushed back to the city, but saw the emperor and the scholarly woman who paid the new tribute to the Jiangnan officials prostituted during the day, and the neck was entangled.

That day, Songyan was crying beside her, asking her why she had to work so hard for the emperor again.

But she didn't say anything, but sat quietly in front of the window, silently reciting the Analects she had memorized so much.

[The monarch envoys are courteous, and the ministers are loyal......]

Dou Qingyi's pen tip stopped there, and for a long time, a blurry ink spot fell on the loyal character.

Her hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and for a moment, it slammed down on the rice paper.

Why.

Of course, she didn't care where Emperor Hongyou was, whether she was worried about her safety, and whether she had a husband and wife relationship with her.

What she cares about is why?

Why should the unkind and narrow-minded be a ruler and not enter into good words,

Rigid and self-serving, lascivious, but loyal to those who have to be courtiers.

There should be no such truth in the world.

Songyan trembled and asked her to calm her anger, but she stared at the white paper spread out on the table like a torch, and for a long time, she crumpled the words of the sages on the paper.

It's a cage.

She had read the books of the sages for so many years, but she had never broken out of this square inch, because they, those teachings of great wisdom, were all shackles locked around her.

Because, the sages and Confucians themselves never said it.

Why can a fool be on the throne of the Ninety-Five?

Why was she born to be a wife, a subject, and a virtuous helper?

The axioms of the world should not be their final say.

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The unwillingness to be suppressed under loyalty for many years finally surfaced on this day.

But at the same time, she became pregnant.

The people around were happy and worried, cautiously afraid that she would not be able to have a good baby, for fear that she would suffer and suffer.

However, only she knew that her ability to endure pain was far beyond the imagination of others, so that she could settle down to read a book in the middle of a sleepless night when she was so happy and vomiting that she was sleepy.

Her heart was completely cold, her eyes were much clearer, and she could see more clearly.

She saw the king's jealousy and disgust, and saw her own precarious situation. She kept her contempt and hatred in her heart, occasionally caressing her increasingly bulging abdomen, and she could also feel a blood alliance.

She is not alone, she also has her own bloodline and descendants, her own future and heritage.

It was also with such sobriety that on the night the child fell to the ground, under the dizzying pain, she wrapped the child's body with her own hands and handed him over to Songyan.

"Go tell the emperor that it's a girl."

Songyan looked worried, but she looked determined. Songyan carefully took the child out, with the determination to be discovered by His Majesty and dispose of it, but Emperor Hongyou, as Dou Qingyi expected, was no longer outside the delivery room.

That night, the huge dormitory was deserted, and only the gifts and supplements brought by Su Yunshuang, who came to visit, were piled up in the corner.

Song Yan wrapped the crumpled child tightly and hugged him to Dou Qingyi's bedside.

"Although it is not a prince who can inherit the unification, it can be regarded as a thought of yours." Su Yunshuang took the child for her and said.

Dou Qingyi turned her head and quietly looked at the baby boy in her arms.

She did have a loving motherhood in her bones because of this, making people soft, sensual, and vulnerable.

However, she shook her head firmly.

Her thoughts have always been herself.

One should not rely on anyone else to fulfill her ideals and wishes, even if she is willing to take responsibility for this child, to shelter him from the storm, even if the fate of the two of them is closely related in the shadow of that king.

Su Yunshuang looked at her, and knew that this lady had never been cold and silent, so people couldn't guess what she was thinking.

But seeing that she was weak after giving birth, she sighed and didn't fight with Dou Qingyi any more.

"The name sent by the Ministry of Rites must arrive soon, and when the time comes, you can choose a name for him yourself." Su Yunshuang said again.

Dou Qingyi still shook his head.

"No need for the Ministry of Rites." She said. "I've already figured it out."

"What's it called?" Su Yunshuang hurriedly asked.

"Pu." Dou Qingyi said. "Zhao Pu."

This word is difficult for Su Yunshuang.

She first went to ask Songyan if there was the word "Pu" next to the word Wang, and asked the answer, but no one knew what it meant, so she had to turn around again and look at Dou Qingyi.

"What does that mean?" She sighed with a smile. "I'm not like you, a female tanhua, I can read anything."

Female Tanhua? This title is too far away for her.

Dou Qingyi chuckled twice by her, and lowered her eyes to look at Zhao Xuan.

"It's a stone." She said. "A jade-like stone."

When Su Yunshuang heard this, she sighed with some disappointment: "How is it a stone?" Is this word good? ”

Dou Qingyi looked at Zhao Pu for a moment, nodded with a light smile.

It looks fragile, but it is indestructible.

This word is the best for him. ：，m..，.