Chang Anqing

Chapter 172
On this day, Chang'an was overcast and cloudy, like layers of curtains, covering the sky above Chang'an. When you look up, there is a snow-white world under the mist. On the cheeks, like an elf in a bustling world, a touch of coolness melted away.There was a funny rustling sound when it was knocked on the window.

"Erlang, come, come to my aunt—"

A group of figures in the misty snow came from a distance to the quiet courtyard of Yuqing Temple. At this moment, the house in the courtyard is as warm as usual, and Princess Chen of Qinghe, who is wearing a thin jacket Taoist uniform, still wears an unchanging fragrant wooden hairpin. Hair, hands holding the sandalwood incense beads are open, a rare warm smile is on the cold face, and the eyes are kindly looking at the little girl who is staggering towards her with the nurse holding her armpits. people.

Although the little man is a boy, he is a raw pink jade bracelet, with a pair of big crystal grape-like eyes on his white and tender face, he is eager to walk towards Chen's open hands , crooked under his feet, with a cute smile on his little face, and waving his hands up and down excitedly.

The moment Princess Pengcheng lifted the curtain and walked in, she saw such a scene.The little man threw himself into Chen's arms as if he had gone through untold hardships. With a rare smile on his face, Chen hugged the child tightly in his arms, and picked up the nine cups placed on the table beside him. Lianhuan Yang clattered in front of the child.

"Ah-ah-"

Hearing the hoarse and indistinct cry of the little man in his arms, he kept shaking his hands in the air, as if he was trying to reach the golden Nine Rings, so Chen lovingly sent the Nine Links into the hands of the little man, Then he smiled and said, "Erlang, call me aunt—grandmother—"

"Ah-ah-"

Seeing the little man in his arms excitedly pinching the Jiu Lianhuan and shaking it louder, under his guidance at this moment, it seemed to be calling himself, the smile in Chen's eyes was like a twinkling star, with an uncontrollable glow. Live moved and moist.

"Jiro-"

Hearing a familiar voice, Chen turned her head and saw the bright red brocade embroidered shirt, jacket and skirt, and Princess Pengcheng, who was wearing a high bun, entered the room with a smile.

"Girl is here."

Seeing Chen's embrace of Qi Wang Li Ji and his understanding, Pengcheng walked in generously, stretched out his hand towards Li Ji and said with a smile: "Before I entered the house, I heard my aunt's laughter, so I guessed it must be Erlang Here to amuse you again—”

"Princess—"

Seeing Pengcheng enter, Huichun took the wet nurse and a few maidservants to salute, Pengcheng helped Fuhuichun with one hand, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Chen Shi, stretched out his hand to Li Ji and said: "Erlang, come, let aunt give you a hug. "

Because Princess Pengcheng often comes to Yuqing Temple these days, it is inevitable that she gets along with this nephew Li Ji more. Now seeing Pengcheng smiling and clapping her hands, the little man in Chen's arms looked sideways. Looking at the person embracing him, and then looking in front of him, he still raised his innocent face and stretched out his hand.

Seeing the blood-melting affection between the aunt and nephew, Chen was naturally relieved to send Li Ji into Pengcheng's arms, smelling the faint fragrance of frankincense of the baby in his arms, Peng Cheng also laughed sincerely and teased, Then he pointed to the box brought by the maid behind him and said, "Look, Erlang, these are the Four Treasures of the Study and the Bow and Arrow Saddle from you, Aye, and this is from your aunt, do you like it—"

While talking, Pengcheng handed the carved bow given by Emperor Yuan Cheng to Li Ji's arms, watching the child play with the little carved bow tightly, he immediately smiled and said to Chen Shi: "Look, it's father and son Deep affection, it seems that our Erlang wants to become a great general who will stabilize the country in the future."

Hearing Peng Cheng's words, the smile on Chen's lips froze, and faded a lot imperceptibly. Peng Cheng in front of him didn't seem to notice anything wrong, but was very happy to be teasing with Li Ji in his arms.

Father and son love.

Nowadays, in the huge court and the illustrious royal family, only Pengcheng in front of him dared to say such a thing.

Whose child is Erlang, heaven knows, the earth knows, and the world knows, but no one dared to rectify his name, his biological mother, and his prisoner who was imprisoned under Yang Chongyuan's slander. The grandfather who was responsible for the party's crimes was rectified.

"Erlang is only over one year old now, and it's time for him to grow up. Isn't it a waste for you to give him so many clothes?"

Noticing that Chen's eyes fell on the children's clothes he sent, Peng Cheng's eyes darkened, and then he said in a low voice: "The thread in the hands of the loving mother, and the clothes on the wanderer. If Erlang's mother was here, she would definitely prepare for him like this." of--"

Hearing Peng Cheng's words, Chen's heart stopped, and he didn't say any more. At this moment, a servant girl brought hot tea in, but Peng Cheng glanced at the clothes in the box and said, "I went to Lizheng a few days ago. When I went to the palace, I happened to see the queen holding the little man's clothes, and then I realized that the queen had already prepared the clothes for the child before the birth of Prince Wenhui. This is the heart of a parent. It's the same in ancient times and in the world—"

Seeing that the Chen family gradually fell silent in front of him, Peng Cheng lowered his eyes, lightly rubbed the small arms of the little man in his arms and said: "It's just a pity for the Queen's heart, otherwise our Erlang will have a younger brother. "

"How about Shiro and the Empress—"

Hearing Chen's low voice, Peng Cheng shook his head silently, and handed the happy little man who was playing in his arms to Hui Chun's arms: "Take Erlang down and coddle him to sleep, and move all these things as well." Go down and settle down."

Hui Chun's eyes moved when he heard the words, and when he was sending Li Ji in his arms into the nurse's arms, he heard Peng Cheng who was sitting beside him say: "I know that Erlang likes milk cakes, so I brought some milk from the palace. It’s still warm, and it’s just right for Erlang to eat at noon later.”

Upon hearing this, Chen's eyes fell on Li Ji, and immediately said: "You have a heart."

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Chen turned to look at Huichun and said warmly: "Huichun, Erlang has always liked your milk cakes, so I will leave these to you."

Hearing Chen's words, Huichun lowered his eyes and responded, watching the people in the room retreat one by one, and finally walked out step by step silently, only at the moment when he lifted the curtain and came out, he took a look The two sitting there bowed their heads and left.

"Now, in just a few years, the empress has lost her second son. When I went that day, I saw that the empress was no longer the same as before. Although she was not as haggard as before, she was still a little less angry than when she was not in the palace. It's-"

Speaking of this, Pengcheng shook his head, picked up the teacup and handed it to his mouth, but he was not in a hurry to drink, instead he said: "It is said that the Tian family is full of flowers, but it can't support people. In the past, the Zheng family was, Now the queen is also—"

Hearing Pengcheng's words, Chen's eyes gradually turned into a pool of sinking water, the warmth and smile just now were gone, but his words were a little more desolate and calm.

"Perhaps, that child is unlucky—"

After the words fell, Pengcheng smiled suddenly on his silent face, and then he murmured indifferently: "No luck?"

"A child who is not liked by his grandfather, or even feared by his grandfather, how can he talk about luck—"

When Chen heard this voice that was so soft that it was almost like a stone falling into the sea, her eyes moved suddenly in silence, and then she looked up at the person in front of her and said, "What did you say?"

Aware of the strangeness in Chen's words, Peng Cheng wrapped his right hand around the cup wall, digging deeply with his thumb nails, and when the two people's eyes met, Peng Cheng slowly said: "It is not God's will that the Queen's child dies. It's man-made."

Almost like a thunderbolt blasted in her head, Chen sat there numbly stunned, unable to speak for a long time.

Not God's will, but man-made.

Who did it, she could already see clearly from Peng Cheng's eyes in front of her, but she still felt absurd.

"That's his grandson, and he also has the blood of his Yang family, how can he—"

Seeing Chen's eyes gradually darken, and his words gradually stagnating, Pengcheng said sarcastically: "But in the eyes of some people, he is just the heir of my Chen family, and even his roadblock—"

"Auntie, in order to get rid of Shi Lang's eldest son, Yang Chongyuan exterminated the Zheng family by blaming a deer. Now he is afraid that the queen will give birth to a son, so he is determined to get rid of his own grandson of the same blood. What does the Yang family want to do, what does Yang Chongyuan want to do, It’s already obvious, don’t you still understand?”

Seeing Chen's face turning pale little by little, and becoming abnormally cold, Peng Cheng didn't stop, but reached out and clasped Chen's wrist tightly. Although Chen wanted to retreat, he couldn't.

"Auntie, Yang Chongyuan can't wait anymore. The battle between them and our Chen family is now imminent. Have you ever thought that he can kill his own grandson for the sake of power, not to mention sending him to the Yang family since he was a child?" Under the fence, Ah Man who has no blood relationship?"

"Don't you really want to gamble with Ah Man's life and Yang's kindness? Instead, why don't you take the opportunity of this life into our own hands? You must know that there are more than just people standing behind Ah Man today. Our Chen family and Li family, as well as the Yuling King and Xuanjia Army who are enough to make his Yang family fear—”

(End of this chapter)