Chang Anqing

Chapter 195
It is night, the moon and stars are rare.

Although the wind and snow had stopped outside the hall, it was still cold.

At this moment, the Zichen Hall is still as warm as a spring day, and the smell of ambergris is rich and heavy, like a delicate soft curtain covering this long-standing hall.

When Chengde came in with soup, he saw Emperor Yuan Cheng still sitting seriously between the desks, vaguely, he seemed to see the shadow of the late emperor.The same hall, the same age, the same eyebrows.

The only difference is that the first emperor was cold and ruthless, and he alone had a lot of trust in relatives like Emperor Yuan Cheng, but today is gentle and affectionate, but he is actually unwilling or afraid to trust anyone.

Since Chengzu, the emperor of the Great Zhou had to bear too much, and now His Majesty has so much to bear, that even a servant like him can't help but feel distressed when he sees it.

Surrounded by foreign enemies, internal strife continues, and power has been lost, His Majesty is now in such a torrent, clinging to the Da Zhou Banner that is riddled with holes, and reinserting him on a high mountain ridge.

Thinking of this, Chengde couldn't help but bowed his head and burst into tears.

"What time is it?"

The sudden voice of inquiry broke the silence in the hall, and Chengde immediately wiped his tears with his sleeve under the shadow of lowering his head, and then walked forward softly and said, "Saint, it's Xuzheng."

Hearing Chengde's words, Emperor Yuan Cheng finally straightened his back from the heavy copybooks, and tilted his head back tiredly, but the next moment he habitually frowned, lowered his forehead, and pressed his right thumb and middle finger heavily on the At the temples to ease the throbbing pain.

"Slaves come."

Seeing this, Chengde quickly put down the things in his hands, stretched out his hand and massaged Emperor Yuan Cheng skillfully according to the imperial physician Ling Sun Zhong's instructions.

After this pain finally eased a bit, Emperor Yuan Cheng couldn't help but relax and leaned his back on the dragon seat, closed his eyes and said comfortably: "When did I pass the meal——"

"Back to the sage, this soup was sent by Concubine Shu's order from the jade letter beside her. Concubine Shu also said that she made some home-cooked dishes by herself, and I invite you to taste it, sage."

Hearing this, Emperor Yuan Cheng didn't open his eyes, but was silent for a while, before he said flatly: "Got it."

"That--"

Seeing Emperor Yuan Cheng's ambiguity, Chengde became more careful in his hands, and then secretly glanced at Emperor Yuan Cheng's gentle face and said: "Is this servant going to refuse?"

"Go."

Hearing Chengde's words, Emperor Yuan Cheng said indifferently: "After all, Concubine Shu has her own heart."

"How about Lingqi Hall?"

Chengde heard the sound, thought for a while and said tactfully: "Everything is as usual, it's just that Yue Chongyi has been unwell recently, and her temper is still—"

Hearing Chengde's words, Emperor Yuancheng sneered, if he had to form an alliance with the Turks, Ashina Ayi would have entered the Yeting court long ago, and there would not be so many disturbances.

Mindful of this, Emperor Yuan Cheng felt the sudden pause of Chengde's fingertips. Although it was very short, Emperor Yuan Cheng still glanced sideways at the people behind him.

"what happened?"

Hearing Emperor Yuan Cheng's inquiry, Chengde hurriedly said: "It's because the slaves are not skilled in craftsmanship, why don't you invite people from the Pharmacy Bureau to come here."

Seeing Emperor Yuan Cheng talking, he just turned his head back, Chengde continued to massage, and carefully comforted him: "The sage's headache has become more serious recently, and it is more frequent than before. I will ask the imperial physician to come back tomorrow. Just have a look."

Hearing Chengde's uncontrollable concern, Emperor Yuan Cheng's heart warmed slightly, and it turned into a rare smile on his lips: "Understood, you old slave."

Chengde lowered his head with a smile, just at this moment he heard Emperor Yuancheng sigh casually: "Just now you saw that I have more gray hair."

Hearing this pretentiously relaxed sentence, Chengde couldn't laugh at all, and couldn't answer it.

Standing behind him, Chengde saw the white hairs hidden in Emperor Yuan Cheng's ink-black hair, which was much more added than before.

Others don't know it, but he knows it. Knowing that Zhonggong lost his son, His Majesty rushed back from the hunting ground after a starry night. The 25-year-old emperor in front of him gave birth to many beautiful hair overnight.

Just when Chengde's heart was surging, a footstep sounded slowly, and Jiang Lihua, who was dressed in dark green seventh-rank female official costume, walked in with low eyebrows. The censer adds incense.

"No need, I'm going to Qingsi Hall right now, I'll save these incense for now."

When Jiang Lihua heard the words, she nodded lightly and said "yes", and then heard Emperor Yuan Cheng say softly again: "Recently, the Lingqi Hall will make things difficult for you again."

Jiang Lihua's expression didn't change at all when she heard the words, she just said calmly: "Return to Your Majesty, no, please Your Majesty to care."

Looking at the woman in front of her who looked like a stone statue of Bodhisattva, she no longer had the brilliance and splendor she had when Mei Yuan first glanced at her, and Emperor Yuan Cheng couldn't say anything anymore when it came to his lips.

Maybe it was wrong from the beginning.

If there wasn't the sight of the hunting ground and the plum garden back then, maybe there wouldn't be so much helplessness in this world.

It was all him who forced them in, but was powerless to redeem them.

"Let's go."

The next moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng got up silently and walked out, Chengde got up quickly, and then quickly told Jiang Lihua: "Tomorrow morning, someone will invite the imperial physician order, and from the imperial physician order, I will take some Ningshen made by him. Xiang, just now I saw that Xiang is about to bottom out, without this thing, Your Majesty's headache will be even worse."

After all, seeing that Emperor Yuan Cheng had gone far away, Chengde quickly rushed up without waiting for Jiang Lihua's answer.

When the dragon chariot was walking on the deep and lonely corridor, Emperor Yuan Cheng leaned on the seat behind him again, closing his eyes and resting his mind tiredly because of those officials who were as high as mountains.

Everyone in the world thinks that the Son of Heaven is supreme and rich in the world.

Little did they know, in order to control the government, Yang Chongyuan had already cut off the most important matters in the world and all the important lists in his Taiwei Mansion. In order to wear down his fighting spirit and patience, there were nearly a hundred long speeches every day, eloquently and eloquently Thousands of words, full of trivialities, and the daily greetings were deliberately sent to his case.

If he reviewed it, he would naturally have no time to take care of others. If he didn't read it himself, he would get a reputation of being a mediocre and lazy ruler.

Thinking of this, Emperor Yuan Cheng, who was lying there, couldn't help laughing at himself.

To deal with him, Yang Chongyuan spared no effort.

But at this moment, a small human voice gradually sounded in front of the chariot, and Emperor Yuan Cheng, who had always been vigilant, suddenly opened his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

Hearing Emperor Yuan Cheng's words, the bright eyes beside the chariot squinted to look not far away, and then whispered: "Return to the saint, there seems to be something on the road ahead, and someone has been ordered to find it—"

Before Chengde finished speaking, Emperor Yuan Cheng had already lifted the thick curtain, and Chengde was so shocked that he said nervously: "The sage—"

Faced with Chengde's persuasion, Emperor Yuan Cheng remained unmoved, and could only faintly see some package placed in the middle of the road not far away by the lamps held by the palace servants and the stone lamps in the corridor.

The next moment, the servant who went to search came back tremblingly, holding the "package" in his hands carefully and said: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's just an empty baby."

As soon as the words fell, Emperor Yuan Cheng's eyes were shocked, and Chengde at the side was also shocked. With the dim light, Emperor Yuan Cheng couldn't help stretching out his hand in a daze, and Chengde was so shocked that he wanted to stop it.

However, Emperor Yuan Cheng didn't care about it, and reached out his hand almost persistently to grab the swaddling baby. The cold right hand penetrated into one, and he felt faintly that there was still warmth inside.

At that moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng suddenly thought of something, and asked with a terribly pale face in his side eyes: "Which palace gate is in front?"

Hearing what Emperor Yuan Cheng said, Chengde also suddenly understood something, glanced at the palace gate at the end of the corridor, and tried to suppress the overturning emotions, saying: "Hui Shengren, it is Yongde Gate."

The moment Emperor Yuan Cheng heard the words, his complexion changed drastically, and his gaze towards the baby became more secretive.

He and Yu Niang's child, Prince Wenhui of the Great Zhou, walked out of the inner palace through this door, out of the Daming Palace, and went to the imperial mausoleum.

Is he back--

Are you here to find him—

"Saint, this is probably a servant who missed—"

Chengde looked at the high-quality fabric used for the swaddle and said, "Maybe someone is playing tricks, and the servant will definitely send someone to investigate—"

"Do not--"

Hearing Chengde's words, Emperor Yuan Cheng, who was stunned and silent, finally came back to his senses, stared straight at him and said: "What happened tonight must not be rumored, and no one should know."

Chengde looked at Emperor Yuan Cheng's unquestionable expression, finally bowed his head and said: "Yes."

"This, servant girl, let's deal with it."

Seeing Chengde's outstretched hands, Emperor Yuan Cheng let go of his hands little by little. When the dragon chariot rose again, Chengde had already gone to find a place to burn the swaddling clothes to ashes.

But at this moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng in the dragon's chariot was sitting on pins and needles, too many emotions rushed to his head, causing him another headache to burst.

Because of this incident, Emperor Yuan Cheng had already lost any interest, but after entering the Qingsi Hall, he still had to force himself to eat under the concubine Shu's service. Incense, this will enter the dreamland.

In the middle of the night, Concubine Shu, who was lying beside Emperor Yuan Cheng, was awakened by a flustered babbling. Concubine Shu in the dark didn't get up, and she didn't wake up Emperor Yuan Cheng beside her. Only her bright eyes opened, looking indifferent in the night abnormal.

(End of this chapter)