Chang Anqing

Chapter 214 The Distress of the Son of Heaven
The sun was shining brightly on this day, and the gentle and warm light poured on the tile eaves of the Daming Palace, dancing with dazzling golden light.Inside the Zichen Hall, Chengde bowed and walked in slowly. When he saw Emperor Yuan Cheng who was buried in the case, he paused for a moment, and cautiously approached him to add a cup of hot tea.

The faint fragrance of the tea soup floated through stacks of documents and entered his nostrils. Emperor Yuan Cheng, who was slightly frowning, raised his head quietly. When he picked up the tea cup, he leaned on the back of the chair with indescribable exhaustion and drank a little. Taking a sip of tea, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

"The saint has a headache again?"

Hearing Chengde's worried voice, Emperor Yuan Cheng didn't open his eyes but said in a deep voice: "This headache has become more and more frequent in recent days, let Sun Zhong add more incense to the mind tomorrow, and add more to the dosage in the future—— "

Seeing Emperor Yuan Cheng's headache and distress, Chengde stepped forward to press his forehead carefully and said: "Yes, why don't you ask the imperial physician to ask for your pulse tomorrow, and then prescribe some medicine, so the delay is not good for your dragon body. -"

Hearing this, Emperor Yuan Cheng frowned uncomfortably, then sighed and said, "Even Sun Zhong can't cure the root of these old problems, they can only alleviate them."

"Why don't you issue an announcement and invite famous doctors from all over the world to treat you?"

Hearing this, Emperor Yuan Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Chengde. He was so shocked that Chengde realized it instantly, and quickly lowered his head and knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for making a mistake."

"Get up."

Seeing the trembling appearance of Chengde who had been accompanying him all the time, Emperor Yuan Cheng finally withdrew his gaze in the tense atmosphere, and said in a low and vague voice: "Now Mrs. Yang and Mrs. Li are looking at me with wide eyes. Like the late emperor, he inherited the problem of head wind and spread it to the ears of the world. Yang Chongyuan will definitely take the opportunity to pinch me. I have no children so far, but there are endless descendants of the Chen family in the royal family."

Speaking of this, Emperor Yuan Cheng felt as if a huge mountain was approaching, closed his eyes again tiredly and powerlessly, and said, "I'm only afraid that they will use this to blackmail me and establish a prince early."

"At that time, if the Yang family and the Shangguan family choose the crown prince candidate from the royal family and form a party for personal gain, there will be a dispute between the court and the court."

Today's Chen dynasty can no longer withstand the bloody storm of prince disputes.

What's more, no matter who wins, the one who takes over Da Zhou will only be the puppet of those ambitious people.

Thinking of this, Emperor Yuan Cheng tightly clenched his fists hanging on both sides, so that his shoulders trembled without knowing it, and the brows were furrowed like a deep ravine, which was heavy and incomprehensible.

Therefore, he must not do what they want, even if he risked his life, he would have to get rid of Yang, Li, and Shangguan who threatened the imperial power before the crown prince was established.

Leave to the descendants of the Chen family in the future a real peaceful and prosperous world that is not restrained by others.

Thinking of this, Emperor Yuan Cheng relaxed his body again, and lay there silently, but his elder brother and his hopes and responsibilities when he entrusted Jiangshan reappeared in his ears.

The life of my brother, the painstaking efforts of my ancestors—

How can he live up to this?

Seeing Emperor Yuan Cheng who was extremely exhausted but had to fight to the death, Chengde felt the grief in his heart gushing out like a spring.

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

But who knows the loneliness of the Son of Heaven, the helplessness of the Son of Heaven.

The Emperor Yuan Cheng in front of him grew up under his company, but he just watched helplessly as the carefree nobleman of the Tian family who indulged in mountains and rivers was burdened by the burden of the world, struggling step by step. to date.

If possible, he is willing to sacrifice his life for the peace of mind of His Majesty and the peace of the world.

But he is not enough, but not worthy.

Over the past few days, I have seen Yuan Chengdi's headaches getting more and more serious and frequent, and even wake up from the pain at night, so painful that he can't fall asleep all night, but even so, he still has to support the sick body to listen to the government day by day, day by day. Review paperwork until nightfall.

Even his own illness had to be concealed quietly, not daring to let the world know.

Everyone knows that the first emperor died of this disease at the age of 25.

Apart from the princess, there is only one foolish prince under his knees. No one can bear this huge country except His Majesty today.

Because of this, His Majesty in front of him was dragged into this vortex without any warning, and he had no power to escape.

"His Majesty--"

At this moment, a respectful voice sounded, and Emperor Yuan Cheng raised his head and saw that Jiang Lihua, who was dressed in fine clothes, had entered, and quietly bowed: "Lady Shangguan has entered the Qingsi Palace."

Hearing this sentence, Emperor Yuan Cheng was not surprised, he just nodded and said: "Understood, if you need anything, I should arrange it for you."

Seeing that Jiang Lihua was about to leave in response, Emperor Yuan Cheng thought for a while but stood up, and said under Chengde's surprised gaze: "Forget it, let's go and have a look."

When he walked to the gate of Qingsi Hall again, Emperor Yuan Cheng felt as if he had passed away.

Walking in step by step, nothing inside has changed, but things have changed.

After entering the hall, everything was cleaned spotlessly, the windows were opened, and bunches of sunlight fell in, as if even the air carried the smell of light and flowers and plants.

In the bright study room, a woman in plain clothes sat there quietly, holding a wolf pen in her hand and copying a stroke, her brows and eyes no longer had the heroic and arrogance in the Hanyuan Hall, only the indifference and coldness of indifference to the world.

"His Majesty--"

Sensing the sound of Emperor Yuan Cheng entering, Gong'e, who was standing by the side, couldn't help but make a sound in surprise. Shangguan Yun, who was sitting there, heard the whisper, paused in his hands, and looked up at the gentle and jade-like figure of Emperor Yuan Cheng.

"His Majesty."

Seeing Shangguan Yun in front of him leading two maidservants to salute meticulously, Emperor Yuan Cheng nodded and said, "Get up."

While speaking, Emperor Yuan Cheng walked in, but he clearly felt that the woman in front of him moved away abruptly, as if she was afraid of touching his sleeve and avoided it.

Facing this scene, Emperor Yuan Cheng walked to the back of the book case thoughtfully, looked at the characters with a bit of style on it and said: "The imperial concubine is good at regular script, your running script is completely different from the imperial concubine's."

Hearing Emperor Yuan Cheng's question, Shangguan Yun did not step forward, but just stood there and nodded sternly, and said coldly: "Return to Your Majesty, women in the world are not flowers in gardens, so naturally they don't have to be exactly the same."

After the words fell, Luqiao and Luzhu in the study suddenly became nervous. Chengde frowned and wanted to reprimand, but he shook his head to Emperor Shangyuan Cheng, and finally endured it.

"You're right, but I said too much."

Facing the words of a spear and stick, Emperor Yuan Cheng was not angry, but laughed it off, very gentle.

Seeing the two maidservants panicking like the rest of their lives, Emperor Yuan Cheng smiled, looked at the expressionless Shangguan Yun and said, "Your neck—"

Hearing Emperor Yuan Cheng's inquiry, Shangguan Yun couldn't help clenching his hands, but when he raised his head, after seeing Emperor Yuan Cheng's inquiring gaze, he immediately lowered his eyes flatly and said: "Thanks to Your Majesty's concern, there is no one who accidentally injured my daughter while practicing swordsmanship. Big problem."

Regarding this answer, Emperor Yuan Cheng had already pondered in his heart, and seeing the woman's unwillingness to meet his eyes at all, he felt more interesting.

"Listening to Shang Shuling, you and the noble concubine have a deep relationship. You have practiced calligraphy and poetry together since you were a child, and you know what she thinks. Therefore, the Shang Shuling strongly advises you to organize the collection of poems for the noble concubine—"

Seeing Shangguan Yun's expression getting serious, Emperor Yuan Cheng said gently as always: "This collection of poems is of great significance to the imperial concubine and to me, so I will thank you for your hard work. If you need anything on weekdays, you can just ask Jiang Shizhao, there is no need to be cautious. "

Hearing Emperor Yuan Cheng's words, Shangguan Yun raised his head and glanced at Jiang Lihua. He naturally knew the twists and turns before, so facing the romantic Emperor Yuan Cheng he defined in his heart, he said indifferently: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Seeing that the atmosphere had cooled down again, Emperor Yuan Cheng didn't care about it, he got up and looked at the poem manuscripts piled up on the case, and said, "You don't have to rush into the palace today, it's not too late to rest for a day before starting preparations."

While speaking, Emperor Yuan Cheng had already walked out. When he rubbed shoulders with Shangguan Yun, he thought for a while and said: "Chengde, I will take the jade muscle ointment from the palace and give it to Mrs. Shangguan. Get better sooner."

Amidst Shangguan Yun's indifferent reply, Yuan Chengdi left Qingsi Hall with a smile, and when he walked to the corridor, seeing Chengde's angry expression, he naturally knew what he was up to.

But when he thought of Shangguan Yun, he avoided him like the plague.

He felt that it was really more interesting.

Seeing the noble concubine passed away, the Shangguan family couldn't wait to send Shangguan Yun into the palace.

Never thought that Shangguan Yun's affection for Zhao Yi was much more important than the power they cared about.

Just now he glanced at a sword box, low-key but exquisite, if it wasn't for the sword Zhao Yi gave her, what would it be?
so good--

Instead of entering a woman like a noble concubine, or a woman like the Shangguan family who is full of calculations for power.

People like Shangguan Yun are the most reassuring.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yi helped him a lot invisibly.

Really fun.

(End of this chapter)