MTL - Story of Yanxi Palace-Chapter 112 Successor

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　　The house where no one lives will be old, and the land where no one walks will be barren,

　　 Just how long ago, weeds grew in the flower garden of the Changchun Palace.

　　 Hongli stood in the flowerbed, and the grass was stalked by the wind and then bent at the wind.

　　 "I know that you and Rongyin are married, and you will inevitably be sad when she walks." The queen mother approached him and appeased, "But you should be relieved when things have passed so long."

　　Relieve your heart?

　　 Hongli looked down at the jasmine under his feet, knowing that as long as there was another jasmine in the world, he would never forget the jasmine-like person.

"The Queen is the Lord of the Six Houses and can not be suspended forever. You will soon be established." The Queen Mother still advises in his ears, "In the harem, although the Emperor Xian has no heirs, the prestige and qualifications are the highest. After she was established, she was the best choice."

　　 "The empress is right." Hongli sighed, "The son is just..."

　　I just feel sorry for her...

　　 "Emperor." The Queen Mother knew this best, but she refused to get used to him. In his view, he was half persuaded and half stern, "The regrets of the past have all become the past, it is better to pity the predecessors!"

　　Hongli looked at the white flowers and wild grass for a long time, and sighed for a long time.

　　 Three days later, Cheng Qian Hall.

"Nara's emperor gave me the side chamber concubine at the time of the emperor's examination. Now follow the mercy order and stand the empress concubine Nara as queen..."

　　 sent away the eunuch, and Zhen'er rejoiced back to the bedroom, pushed the door, and froze in place.

　　Concubine Xian has put on her queen dress and stood in front of the mirror and said to herself in the mirror: "You are finally the queen."

　　 What a good thing, but she couldn't see a bit of joy on her face.

"Er Niang." Xian Guifei rubbed the mirror with one hand and murmured, "Shu Shen is no longer the cowardly daughter of the past, I am a queen, the master of the Sixth Palace, the mother of the world! From now on, you will I don’t have to live in a stretched day, and I don’t have to be ridiculed by others anymore. I earn you a face and live up to your expectations..."

　　 talked, tears rolled down.

　　 "...Why aren't you?" Xian Guifei choked, "Why don't you come and see this dress with your own eyes, why... don't come to praise me, hug me, forehead... forehead..."

　　 She covered her face with one hand, her knees fell slowly, knelt in front of the mirror, and tears spread across her fingers.

　　Zhen'er sighed in his heart, gently covered the door, and then stood at the door, preventing others from entering, and preventing anyone from seeing or hearing the most vulnerable side of Xian Guifei.

　　 State affairs and family affairs, after the establishment, the country's major affairs, expedition, family affairs

　　 "Let me die! Let me die!"

　　 Fucha House was in chaos, Er Qing's hair was messy, and a dagger was dancing in his hand, making him look like he would kill himself.

A group of laymen surrounded him, all coaxed, persuaded, Dujuan was sweating anxiously, see Fu Heng came in, and rushed to the bus: "Master, you can be counted! Young lady heard that you are going to Jinchuan. It’s bad, and it’s better to persuade her instead of looking at you to die!”

　　Fu Heng's eyes swept to Er Qing and said lightly: "Don't do it yet?"

Er Qing was just acting. How could he really die? After a while riding a tiger, he simply lost his dagger and cried, "Fucha Fu Heng, who went to Jinchuan for such a big thing, as your wife, I was the last one to know Yes... you actually told me to die. Are you human?"

　　 Their husband and wife were at odds, and the people below were difficult to be a man. Du Juan persuaded quietly: "Master, please be considerate to your wife, your wife is really worried about you..."

　　 "Worry me?" Fu Heng smiled, "No, she is afraid that I will die in the battlefield, she becomes a widow, and the status of fame and fortune she has now becomes the past."

　　Erqing can't dismiss the channel: "What do you say!"

　　 Fu Heng's expression is usually: "Why, am I wrong?"

　　 was pierced by his heart, and Er Qing couldn't help but feel angry and angered, holding a dagger and stab at him: "I cut your hand, just see how you went to the battlefield to die!"

　　 She is a wealthy and wealthy wife. Where is Fu Heng's opponent? Fu Heng only chopped gently with his hand, and Er Qing yelped, and the dagger dropped.

　　 kicked the dagger to the corner with one foot, Fu Heng coldly commanded everyone: "Er Qing stays, the rest will go on!"

　　 He was very powerful, and the cuckoo stooped to pick up the dagger from the ground, and exited the door with the other servants.

"Hitaral Qing." There were no others around, Fu Heng's voice sank, and he never concealed, "I let you live, not because you have a dragon in your belly, but I was ashamed of you! But again Many guilts, can't stand you like this. You have listened. From today on, you will stay with me in this building and dare to take a step—"

　　 "How dare you?" Er Qing stared at him.

　　Fu Heng's tone was sparse and ordinary, but what he said was chilling Er Qing's back: "Left leg, I cut the left leg, right leg, I cut the right leg."

　　Erqing stared at him for a long time, and finally determined that what he said was true...

There was a hint of regret in my heart, not regretting the original design of Hongli, but regretting that I should not have revealed the truth before, but that I should plant the whole thing on Hongli's head and bite it. It is Hongli who covets himself. Beauty, forced yourself...

　　Fu Heng, a loyal minister, did not dare to take this matter to question the emperor. What is the fact? Isn't she the final say?

　　 Now that the tree is finished, Er Qing can only cry when she regrets: "A slap doesn't sound, the child is not me alone. You only care about insulting me, why don't you see the emperor?"

Fu Heng shook his head: "I have been studying for the Emperor's companion for ten years. What kind of character is he? I know a hundred times better than you. Even if you are as beautiful as a fairy, as long as you worship the world with me and enter the gate of the Fucha family, he will not Will move you a finger. How did this child come, you can tell, I can guess. You better bless me to return safely, if I can't come back..."

　　Erqing's heart beat like a drum for a while: "...how?"

　　 Fu Heng smiled slightly at her, and there was neither guilt nor nostalgia in her smile: "The temple on the outskirts of Beijing is your home for life!"

　　After he finished speaking, he dropped Er Qing, who kept cursing, and left without looking back.

　　 The battle of Jinchuan, Kuangshi long ago, the relatives of the former leader had been escorted back to Beijing, because of their timid war, which led to the loss of the soldiers, the Hongli Revolution was put on the crown.

　　Fu Heng topped his errand...but no one thought it was a good errand from the top and the bottom of the court. On the contrary, they regarded it as a hot potato.

Even the people of the Fucha family thought the same, so as soon as he returned home, his wife, his relatives, and friends came to persuade him, hoping that he would give up this errand, even though he would provoke Hongli’s anger, it would be better than Ma Ge’s body, Die on the sidelines.

Even the little maid Qinglian, who was serving him, put down the tea lightly when he was serving tea, worrying: "Master, are you really going to Jinchuan? The minions heard that the army had lost their soldiers and no one dared to go out. How dangerous should you go now..."

The errands had come down, but Fu Heng did not slacken for a moment. After going down, he did not go to the pleasure boat with his colleagues. Instead, he went home and took a roll of military books from the bookshelf. After listening to Qinglian’s words, he put down the military books and asked : "Qinglian, did the old lady let you come?"

　　 Qinglian was stunned, and quickly lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, young master, the slave is talking. But the old lady is worried about falling ill, saying that if you refuse to give up, you will never see you again..."

"Fear of fear and death, shrinking, what does the military book do, what does the official do?" Fu Heng sighed: "If the old lady asks again, you tell her that. Fu Heng went to do what he really wanted to do. , Please forgive her."

　　 "The sword on the battlefield has no eyes, just in case...doesn't the master have anyone in mind?" Qing Lian saw his face change and hurriedly lowered his head. "It's not good to be a slave-servant, the slave-servant is wrong..."

　　 seems to have touched Fu Heng's mind. He is holding a soldier's book in his hand, standing for a long time in front of the bookshelf, like a beautiful statue. After a long time, he suddenly dropped the soldier's book: "I will go out."

　　 "Master!" Qinglian called behind him, "It's getting dark, where are you going!"

　　Flying out of Fu Heng's House on a ride.

　　Famous name is only taken right away, Fu Heng's riding is outstanding, all the way fast, and the passerby only feels a gust of wind blowing beside him, turning his head to look, only to see the smoke in the air.

　　 "Call!" Fu Heng suddenly pulled the reins, the horseshoes raised, and then fell to the ground again.

　　In the Yuanmingyuan, a group of palace people are doing the final sweep.

　　 "Huh?" Wei Yingluo held the broom and turned back, "Strange, I just seemed to hear the sound of a horseshoe."

　　 The tree shadow flicked, one hand flicked away the greenery and stretched towards her.

"You have been standing in the sun for too long, and you have the illusion." Suddenly a hand rested on Wei Yingluo's shoulder, Yuan Chunwang pressed half of her body on her, and said lazily, "Quick, I'm about to go, take me Go back and spray some water on my head."

　　 "Hey, you hold on!" Wei Yingluo forgot about the horse's hoof, and he partly helped him away.

Behind 　　, sighed.

　　 "Now tell her this, what's the use?" Fu Heng slowly withdrew his hand and said to himself, "When I come back alive..."

General 　　 died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years. Since he could not agree with him on the return date, why would he have to wait for a long time?

　　 "Driving!"

　　 The sound of horseshoes rang again, and with the words that could not be spoken, with the determination of a general to die, he left Yuanmingyuan.