Chang Anqing

Chapter 160 Another Intention
Because the queen gave birth to a child, the son rushed back to Chang'an at night and starry night. The moment he saw the parent and child lying in the small gorgeous coffin, his heart ached. Lost the dragon body, lost the majesty of the emperor.

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Yuan Cheng ordered again and again, not only thinking that he personally wrote dozens of eulogies for the child as his father, but also his affection for the father can be said to be so strong that it can be said that many literati and celebrities wet their green shirts with tears. Phase transcription.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that the grief of the emperor did not stop there, and soon he went against all opinions to posthumously designate this son as Prince Wenhui. All send them off.

Seeing these kinds of actions, the common people sighed and sighed, not only lamented the deep affection of the prince for his first wife and son-in-law, but also lamented that this prince who was loved by thousands of people was so affectionate and his life was too thin.

However, just when the emperor ordered the world to observe filial piety for Prince Wenhui for three years, prohibiting marriages, singing and dancing, and Yanle music, violators will be punished as treason, which caused an uproar in the world and shook the court. Queen Yang, the mother of Prince Wenhui, was Suppressing grief and coming forward to dissuade, even knelt down to remonstrate with a weak body, this absurd but touching farce was just given up.

In the blink of an eye, the new year is approaching, and Chang'an City finally ushered in the most important happy event of the year. Before the New Year's Eve, Chang'an City has already been decorated inside and outside, and the lights are shining everywhere. The silk flowers made of silk and satin decorate this prosperous Kyoto. Even more joyous.

In the Lizheng Hall in the early morning, wearing a moon-white silver thread embroidered hibiscus skirt, with her hair tied lazily in a bun, Empress Yang, who was only decorated with plain silk flowers and a few silver hairpins on her sideburns, sat on the couch in a daze, looking at the window. After taking off the several red plums placed on the high table, and then looking at the heavy snow flying outside the window, she felt an indescribable sadness and dullness appearing bit by bit, which made it difficult for her to resolve.

No matter how beautiful the red plum in front of me is, after all, it is trapped in this narrow bottle, confined in this warm and gorgeous palace, but it has lost the arrogance and strength that Ling Han opened alone.

Thinking of this, Empress Yang smiled idiotically, and raised her hand to wipe the room, only to be surprised to find that tears had already wet her cheeks at some point.

Hearing the sound of small and careful footsteps outside the door, Empress Yang hastily wiped away her tears, and just as she was about to put the silk handkerchief into her hand, Jiamo came in softly, seeing Empress Yang sitting there upright, Hastily put down the soup bowl in his hand, raised the soft pillow behind her, and carefully tucked in the quilt for her, saying: "Although the window is closed, it's cold today, and His Highness is postpartum again, so you can't catch cold."

Hearing Jiamo's earnest words, Empress Yang nodded weakly, and the next moment when the smell of the perch soup lingered in her nose, Empress Yang felt the dullness in her body almost overwhelmed.During this period of time, all kinds of precious tonic soups were sent to her palace like flowing water, but to her, they were like scourges, difficult to swallow.

Seeing that Empress Yang was hesitant to answer, Jiamo only thought it was an incidental reason, so he quickly added: "Your Highness, I have seen these green gardenias, they are all made of extremely precious medicinal materials, and they are very good for your recovery. "

Seeing Jiamo's worried eyes, Empress Yang finally took it, took a sip of it, but frowned slightly, and put it on the small table beside her.

Seeing this, Jiamo was very worried, Empress Yang dipped the silk handkerchief in the corner of her mouth, and said softly, "Jiamo, get the mirror."

Hearing Queen Yang's words, Jiamo nodded, turned around and looked at the bowl of hot soup from the corner of his eye, thinking of Queen Yang's weak appearance behind him, his eyes turned red, but he didn't dare to let Queen Yang see it, which made her angry Sad, so he could only endure it, took the Magpie Naochun Inlaid Baoling Flower Mirror, handed it to Empress Yang, smiled and said: "Your Highness's complexion has become better these days."

Empress Yang smiled when she heard the words, took the Linghua mirror and looked at the person in the mirror, but she was a little absent-minded.

Since when did she, who was so wanton and stubborn, become what she least wants to be now, gentle but without a trace of edge, like a trembling flower attached to a branch, who knows when will be The delicate flowers blown by the cold wind outside the window.

No wonder, although the people in the Lizheng Palace didn't say anything, they served her with utmost care, like a piece of fragile glass, lest a gust of wind blow over her and she would be smashed to pieces.

It turned out that before she knew it, the former woman who could train strong horses, pull heavy bows, and play polo had disappeared. Now she is no different from the girl she pitied in the past.

The only thing is, it's just more pitiful than them.

Faintly, the sourness and dullness in Empress Yang's heart were superimposed, and the center of her mouth was full of bitterness.

"Sister-"

Hearing the soft voice, Empress Yang clenched her hand and handed the Linghua mirror back to Jiamo.

Li Sui who entered the room didn't ask much when he saw this scene, and walked in with a bright smile as before, like a rising sun illuminating the heavy haze deep in Empress Yang's heart that cannot be treated humanly.

"Look, Da Lang, Er Lang, and San Lang have consciences. They know that our palace is tired of eating food, so they secretly sent these food here."

While speaking, Li Sui took the food box from Nian Nu and shook it in his hand. His successful smile attracted Empress Yang to smile, but it came from the heart.

"Princess, Your Highness is resting now, I'm afraid it's not suitable to use these—"

Just as Jiamo frowned hesitantly, Niannu at the side had already pulled her away: "Don't worry, these are what His Highness and the princess used to eat when they were young, besides, Qingzhi has seen it, you and I just care about it." It’s serious to prepare the dishes.”

Seeing Jiamo being pulled out step by step, Li Sui smiled and signaled Qing Zhi and Yu Nu to free up the little table and put all the food in the food box on it.

The wontons from the Xiao family, the pancakes from the Western Regions, and the water basin mutton soup...

It was all when she was not out of the cabinet, she went secretly with her brothers and sisters in the house to eat her favorite food in the market.

"Sanlang said that he queued up for Xiao's wontons before the golden rooster crowed, and there were only these two bowls in the queue all morning, and the Hubing and mutton soup were brought to me by Zhao Yi on Qixi Festival last time. The food tastes better than those cooked in the mansion and the palace, and..."

Hearing the girl in front of her say so preciously, Empress Yang slightly parted her lips, but she smiled, her eyes were blurred with tears, as if she had returned to the past, to the harmony between her brothers and sisters, playing polo, competing in archery, and playing polo together. Paper kites, when you are carefree.

"Your tricky mouth is full of praise, so it can be seen that Zhao Yi chose an excellent place——"

While talking, Niannu and Jiamo brought in the bowls and chopsticks and arranged them one by one. Seeing that the small table was immediately filled with fragrant market delicacies, Empress Yang also felt much more relaxed and happy.

When Empress Yang picked up a chopstick of mutton soup, it was rare that she didn't feel the desire to vomit, so she drank several mouthfuls of hot soup under Jiamo's nervous gaze.

"Sanlang and the others have already said that we have to finish eating, so that it is not in vain that they have worked so hard to bring these in behind their aunt's back."

Empress Yang laughed when she heard the sound, looked up at Jiamo and the others who were standing there, and said, "Come and taste it too, it's different from the ones outside the palace."

"Jamo, it's been a long time since you have eaten anything outside the palace."

Hearing Queen Yang's words, everyone was a little hesitant, but Li Sui smiled and raised his jaw and said, "Sit down, it's possible that you really let us finish eating, so we're so full."

Hearing Li Sui's joking, Nian Nu finally smiled and moved Jin Zhu over first, and pulled Jiamo and the others to sit around.

In a blink of an eye, the deserted room became extremely lively. When Niannu called it delicious, as if she was about to compete with Jiamo for the bowl of soup cakes, even Queen Yang couldn't help laughing.

"A few days ago Concubine Shu came to tell me that your wedding dress is already half finished, and you will be able to see it when spring begins."

Thinking of this, Empress Yang looked at Li Sui with a smile, broke off half of the mustard cake in her hand and handed it to Li Sui, "Seeing that you are going to get married in three months, have you finished your own embroidery work?"

Hearing Empress Yang's words, Li Sui took the Hu Bing and rolled his eyes guiltily, and said vaguely: "Hurry up, sister, if you don't believe me, ask Nian Nu, I am embroidering every day."

Seeing Empress Yang helplessly smiled and shook her head, Li Sui felt much relieved.

She knew that Elder Sister disregarded her health and knelt down to persuade Emperor Yuan Cheng to cancel the holy will of keeping filial piety for three years, not only for the sake of the world, but also for her marriage with Zhao Yi.

There are many dreams in the night, and my sister also knows it, so when my sister tried her best to endure the separation of mother and child, and the pain of betrayal by her relatives, she still took her and her marriage seriously, and kept it in her heart, never forgetting it for a moment.

As for Emperor Yuan Cheng, whether it was due to deep love, other intentions, or both, I'm afraid only he himself knows.

(End of this chapter)