Under the Empress Dowager, all members will be King

Chapter 69 Arriving at the Palace
"Ha ha ha ha."

Wei Junzhai let out a smug smile.

Bitter Zen thought, the old-fashioned Ox-nosed Daoist went mad again.

Wei Junzhai took out a piece of paper and slapped Ku Chan on his body, "No, the poor monk got a puppet charm."

"There is no such thing as a puppet talisman, just a piece of blank paper, hahaha."

Kuchan realized that he had been fooled, but there was nothing he could do. He had already taken the poison, so he had to follow Wei Junzhai's orders.

The master of the country played with the bitter meditation, and the bitter meditation was also bitter.

Holding a letter written by the Queen Mother, three disciples of Wei Junzhai escorted him to Wuliang Mountain to set up an army.

Ku Chan and his party rode lightly on fast horses, leaving the Imperial Forest Army hundreds of miles away.

The novelty of the journey gradually faded, and the concubines who accompanied them out of the palace became a little emotional.

At night, Jinyi's second concubine's maid had an argument over a bucket of hot water.

"Wen Qin, tell me, what's going on?" Concubine Yi came out to support her maid with an aggressive attitude.

"The servant picked firewood from the back mountain and boiled a pot of hot water. Before I could send it to the empress, Aunt Aqiu couldn't help but steal the hot water from the servant."

Aqiu persisted, "Others scooped up the hot water in the pot. Why are you only talking about me? Don't make it so harsh. You stole our bamboo poles to dry clothes yesterday. I didn't talk to you." care about."

Wen Qin couldn't get angry, so he rushed up and slapped Ah Qiu across the face, and the two of them became a ball and couldn't pull apart.

Concubine Yi shouted: "Stop!"

The two maids turned a deaf ear, Concubine Jin rushed out from the tent, picked up a wooden stick and hit Wen Qin, Wen Qin hurriedly dodged, but the wooden stick missed Wen Qin and wounded her own maid, Ah Qiu.

Aqiu clutched his bleeding head and looked at Concubine Jin in disbelief. She fought Wenqin to protect the empress, but the empress beat her.

"What are you looking at? It's not too embarrassing. Get the hell out of here."

Concubine Jin returns to the tent alone, Aqiu sits under the tree crying while clutching her wound.

"Gold sore medicine, continue."

"Thank you, Master, for giving me the medicine."

"I really feel worthless for you. You risked your life to protect Concubine Jin, but Concubine Jin..."

Wei Jun's fasting was done, so he got up and left.

"There is an empty tent to the west, you can go to shelter from the wind."

Ah Qiu took the medicine and poured it on her head, she turned her hand, the medicine powder was always sprinkled in the wrong place, took the medicine bottle with one hand, and sprinkled it on her wound, Ah Qiu said in pain, "Hiss, thank you."

Looking back, the person who helped her was actually Wen Qin who was fighting with her.

The two sat around in an empty tent, Ah Qiu suddenly sneezed, Wen Qin brought a handful of dry firewood and lit a fire.

The two sat next to the fire, and Aqiu was warming up by the fire, and his body gradually warmed up. The wound that had just been medicated seemed to be less painful.

"How long have you been in the palace?"

Wen Qin put a small pot on the fire, and hot water was burning in the pot. The two of them sat silently. After the water was heated, they took out a handkerchief and covered it with hot water, wrung it dry and handed it to Qiu.

Ah Qiu wiped the blood on his face, Wen Qin took the handkerchief and put it in the tub to wash.

Then Wen Qin got up to pour water, and brought a quilt from her tent, squatted on the ground and covered the floor with hay.

Then she sat back by the fire again, and Ah Qiu covered his face, sobbing.

She just got into a fight with Wen Qin, and Wen Qin helped her boil water and made her bed.

It's freezing cold, without bedding, you can freeze to death overnight, and the outside of the palace is not as warm as the inside of the palace.

"do not Cry."

"Sister Wenqin, today I didn't intend to fight with you on purpose, I just don't want to see others make fun of me."

"They're all slaves, I understand how you feel."

Ah Qiu cried for a while, raised her sleeves to wipe her tears, Wen Qin took out a handkerchief and gave it to her.

"Aqiu, how long have you been in the palace?"

"I entered the palace at the age of seven, and I am 13 years old this year."

"Why did you enter the palace as a slave?"

"There are so many sisters in my family that I can't support them. My parents coaxed me to go to the city with my cousin. They also said that they would buy me red-headed ropes and floral dresses when they went to the city."

"The daughter of the village chief's family wears flowered clothes every year. I have never worn new clothes. All my clothes are worn by my sisters."

Wen Qin listened to Ah Qiu's words, and memories flooded her mind.

"New Ah Da, old Ah Er, Bu Ah San."

Wen Qin's eyes were full of inferiority complex, but also full of sadness.

The two held hands and looked at their tears, "It turns out that Sister Wenqin is the same as me."

Concubine Jin accidentally beat Aqiu, but she didn't care about her life or death. After all, without Aqiu, there would be a new maid to serve her.

On the contrary, Wen Qin, who came from the same miserable background as her, was willing to help her.

The carriage was moving very fast, and before the camping tents could be taken down, the Queen Mother urged everyone to move forward, "The third prince's condition is getting worse, hurry up as soon as possible."

The Empress Dowager cared deeply about the Third Prince, and she didn't care about the Emperor's health. The Emperor had to approve memorials every day, and also suffered from the fatigue of the journey.

After returning from Dongzhou, he hardly had a good rest.

Ever since he set off for the Wuliang Mountain, his headache has broken again.

The emperor looked sick and looked listless.

The Empress Dowager thought that he was pretending deliberately, and angrily reprimanded: "Normally he is alive and well, but when it comes to critical moments, he becomes ill. Emperor, the Third Prince is your own younger brother."

The emperor didn't want to argue, so he agreed to hurry.

Xun He saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

Secretly sent Fu Gui back to the palace to ask Gu Yinwei for help, "Go and ask the concubine Xiang for a rune to treat motion sickness.

"Good master."

Fugui rode back on horseback. After Fugui left, the only reliable person around the emperor was Xunhe.

The carriage swayed, and Xun He brought motion sickness medicine for the emperor to drink.

"I don't want to drink, send it down and pour it out."

The motion sickness medicine was returned intact, and a greedy guard stole the emperor's medicine.

The medicine the emperor drank must be of great value. Instead of pouring it out, it would be better to pour it into his stomach.

After the guard drank the medicine, he always dozed off while riding, and almost fell off the carriage several times.

The people behind reminded: "Hey, take it easy."

"Okay." The guard reined in and replied.

What's going on, I've been feeling sleepy lately, and I obviously went to bed early at night.

After driving for half a month, they finally arrived at the palace, and the empress dowager and the third prince dismounted first.

The emperor was next, followed by the concubines.

Last time they quarreled over a pot of hot water, and this time they quarreled over who lived in which palace. Although the palace is small, it has all the basic necessities of life.

The three concubines of Yi Jinrou wanted to be closer to the emperor, so the three of them began to argue again.

The palace occupies a very high location. When you open the window, you can see the towns and villages at the foot of the mountain. As the New Year approaches, red lanterns are hung in front of every house.

Zhu Dunyi was wearing a bright yellow robe with golden dragons embroidered on it.

The royal relatives and dignitaries always like to use colors to isolate themselves from the common people.

But in his opinion, there is no distinction between high and low in color, not only is there no color, but in fact, people should not be classified into high or low.

As an emperor, but he does not want the royal authority to override the people, he is very sober, and at the same time it is very painful.

The concubines were still arguing endlessly, and the emperor had no choice but to close the window.

(End of this chapter)