After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

After Song Yusheng came out of the palace, he did not go to the Dali Temple, nor did he go home. Instead, he went to Chang'an Street first.

Because Wen Chu was locked up in the room by him, Song Yu was afraid that she would be bored, so he would often bring some rare toys home for her, some of which were worthless and some were valuable. The worthless ones were like childhood friends and various kinds of wooden puppets bought on the Chinese Valentine's Day some time ago, and the valuable ones were even priceless night pearls from the Western Regions.

After all, whenever he saw something interesting, he would get it for her.

Not only that, he knew that I liked to read books like the "Book of Changes", so he placed quite a few of them in the room.

In the main room where they lived, the antique shelf was filled with all kinds of small items, even women's dressing table and bronze mirror were placed in the room. The empty and lifeless room seemed to be filled up all of a sudden.

Song Yusheng seemed determined to have her live with him like this.

He came to Chang'an Street today to pick up an object, the ghost ball.

This object is also called the concentric ball. The production process is extremely complex and delicate. The body of the ball is taken from a natural giant bone. The bone is divided into five layers, all of which are polished into a spherical shape. Only the innermost layer is solid. The color is bright red and green, and the four outer balls are white and seamless. It can be said to be exquisite.

This item is extremely valuable, and he finally found it a few days ago.

He went to a restaurant and settled the bill with the seller. When Song Yusheng arrived, the man was already in the house. They were a couple, about 30 years old.

The couple were quite good-looking, a perfect match. From their clothes one could tell that they were not from a poor family. However, they both looked unhappy and seemed to be worried.

Song Yusheng was not so enthusiastic as to meddle in other people's affairs. He just bowed and greeted the couple.

The couple were not native to Kyoto, and this was the first time they had seen a young man like Song Yusheng. They were a little dazed, and only reacted when he greeted them, and hurriedly stood up to answer.

Song Yusheng didn't ask anything else, he just said that he wanted to take a look at the ghost ball in the box before paying.

This was naturally not a difficult task. The man hurriedly opened the box. Song Yusheng took a glance and it did look good.

The man thought Song Yusheng was worried about them, so he explained, "This thing is top quality. I spent a lot of money to find a craftsman to make it. Nowadays, there are not many people who can make this thing, and it is not often seen on the market. If you are worried, you can take it and take a closer look."

Song Yusheng chuckled and said, "It's okay."

Just two words, and then winked at Xia Hua who was standing beside him. Xia Hua understood what he meant and started to take the money.

While Xia Hua was taking the money, the man curiously asked, "Sir, are you giving this to your wife at home?"

Song Yusheng nodded without hesitation.

Xia Hua, who was standing next to him, noticed Song Yusheng's action and was so shocked that her hand shaking as she took the money, but she quickly hid her feelings.

The man didn't notice anything strange. After hearing this, his frowning face finally showed a little smile. He said, "It seems that this thing has really gone to a destined family. I'm not afraid of being laughed at by you. This ghost-made ball is also called a concentric ball in common language. At the beginning, I was thinking of the word 'concentric', hoping that I could be together with my wife forever. Although things didn't go well later, the word 'concentric' is not wrong. Now I sell it to you, and I also hope that you can be together with your wife forever!"

This man was really good at handling things, and his words hit the nail on the head for Song Yusheng.

Song Yusheng smiled and said, "Then I'll borrow your good words."

After Song Yusheng left, the man sat next to his wife and tried to comfort her. After all, this was a gift from him, and he couldn't sell it unless he was desperate.

The woman held his hand and said softly, "It's okay, I understand, I'm willing to sell it, don't comfort me."

The man's nose was sore when he saw his wife like this, and he almost cried. He held his wife in his arms, and his voice was a little sad, "We will find her. We will find her alive or dead. We will find her eventually. People in small places are fighting against each other. In Kyoto, under the feet of the emperor, I will go to seek justice even if I have to sacrifice my life!"

The two talked about sad things and burst into tears.

*
Song Yusheng returned to Yuhui Hall soon. The light in the sky had gradually dimmed. Most of the dim light in the courtyard had been absorbed by the sky, and lights were lit in the house.

Song Yusheng strode into the house, holding the ghost ball in his hand.

He had not had time to change out of his official uniform today, and even had a black hat on his head. His face looked even more stern than when he was wearing casual clothes.

He did not see Wen Chu after entering the house. The room was dark because the lights were not on yet. No one was sitting in front of the window, nor on the bed. There was no one in the main room or the yard outside.
Song Yusheng's face changed instantly. Where did the person go? He hurried out to look for her, but just happened to run into Wen Chu coming back from outside. She lifted the hanging bead curtain, and the curtains collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

She bumped into Song Yusheng who was about to go out, and seeing that his face looked a little gloomy, she knew what he was thinking about.

Just because you didn't see her, you thought she ran away again?

Her face looked a little ugly. It was just a short while, so why would he care?

When Song Yusheng saw her come back, his face quickly returned to its original expression. He wanted to pull her hand to sit down at the table, but he felt some water on her hands. Thinking about it, she must have gone to the bathroom just now.

However, before he could even warm her hand, she slapped it hard.

Song Yusheng knew that he suspected her of running away without reason, so she should be angry. Wen Chu used a lot of force to slap Song Yusheng, and the back of his hand soon turned red, but he didn't look angry, he just said to her: "Sit down first, I'll show you something fun."

He was like a child offering treasures, and when he got something interesting, he couldn't wait to let her see it.

He placed the ghost ball on the table and lit the lamp himself. He then took out a golden hairpin from his dressing table. He picked up the ghost ball again and placed it in his palm. His jade-white fingers made the ivory ball look even more crystal clear.

Song Yusheng took the golden hairpin and poked the layers of small balls inside, pushing them one by one. As a result, the four balls inside moved in circles, which looked both delicate and interesting.

These little toys are what ordinary husbands use to please their wives. They are delicate and exquisite, carefully crafted, and are most popular with women.

However, there was no trace of joy on Wen Chu's face.

The smile in Song Yusheng's eyes faded a little, but the corners of his mouth were still slightly raised. The small ball inside the ghost ball continued to rotate in his hand. Song Yusheng asked, "Don't you like it?"

How could Wen Chu like it? She sneered, "My Lord, do you think I should like it? Do you think I'm still a three-year-old child? Should I be overjoyed if I get a slap and a date?"

The starting point is wrong, and no matter what you do later, it will be contrary to the original intention.

On the one hand, he sent people to guard her closely and trapped her in a small space, and on the other hand, he sent her these little toys to please her. Isn't there something wrong with that?

If she followed him happily, then she would also be somewhat flawed.

She watched the smile on Song Yusheng's face completely freeze, but felt happy. She laughed out loud, and her face actually looked a little cute under the warm yellow candlelight.

When Song Yusheng saw her smile, he almost immediately realized what she wanted to say. As expected, he heard her say, "I don't like these things. I don't like anything you gave me. Are these things interesting? Maybe, but as soon as I think that they were given to me by you, I find them boring, just as boring as you."

Wen Chu slept and lived with him every day. She saw his true face and knew how to hurt him better than anyone else.

The smile on Song Yusheng's face faded completely, and his entire face became indescribably gloomy.

The ghost ball in his hand was almost crushed to pieces. He looked at the woman in front of him, and the strength in his hands suddenly weakened. He actually laughed again, but this laugh was indescribably gloomy.

He chuckled and murmured, "Boring. Who is interesting in your heart? Qi Ziyuan?"

If Song Yusheng is compared with Qi Ziyuan, he is indeed not as interesting as Qi Ziyuan. Qi Ziyuan grew up in the northern border since he was a child. He knows a lot of things and knows a lot of little tricks. Naturally, he knows how to make little girls happy. At least, when he was studying, they would gather together, jumping up and down, and having fun together every day.

Qi Ziyuan and Li Zhaoxi were like falcons flying in the distant mountains, but he was just like a dull mountain. He had never thought that playing with things was a good thing, but at this moment, he was actually a little angry. Why was he like this now, so boring, even stupid.

In all his years, nothing had ever frustrate him so much, and he really didn't know what to do.

When Wen Chu heard him mention Qi Ziyuan again, she understood completely that he was jealous for no reason. She said all kinds of hurtful things to upset him. "You just can't compare to him. He's just more interesting than you. What's wrong with that? Is it okay to say that?"

After Wen Chu finished speaking, the room fell into a dead silence. It was already dark outside. But at this moment, before Song Yusheng could say anything, Chenxiang came in from outside. She felt that the air pressure in the room was a little low, but she still said with a stiff upper lip: "My Lord, do you want to order dinner?"

Song Yusheng looked at Wen Chu's face and thought of what she had just said. He felt that she looked a bit hateful. He laughed and said to Wen Chu, "Boring, huh? Then let's do something interesting."

He then said to Chenxiang, "Prepare water and ice."

After the Bingjian was brought in, both of them had washed themselves and there were only two of them in the room.

Wen Chu's period had long been over. After they finished, he pushed her onto the bed. He had always been ruthless and domineering, but he was afraid of hurting her in bed, so he tried his best to suppress his movements. However, Song Yusheng was completely different today from the past. He was much more domineering than usual and wished he could rub her into his stomach.

But Wen Chu was too stubborn to say a word. No matter how he teased her, it was as if she was deliberately going against him. She would not let him have his way even if she bit her lips until they bled.

The lights were dim and the house was quiet. The moonlight was like water. In the dim room, only the bed curtains were shaking violently, and Song Yusheng's light breathing was particularly obvious.

The woman under him closed her eyes tightly, biting her red lips with her pearly teeth, and Song Yusheng suddenly stopped moving. Wen Chu thought it was finally over, and opened her eyes. Her eyes were a little blurry, but she saw Song Yusheng's eyes, as deep as ink and tinged with lust, staring at her intently.

She took a few breaths and said, "If you feel better, just exit and stop to do something."

No matter how she tried to endure it, her voice could not deceive people. At this time, her voice was more delicate and charming than usual.

Wen Chu suddenly realized what he wanted to do. She wanted to push him away and step back, but it was too late. Song Yusheng clamped her hands and used up all his strength.

Wen Chu couldn't stand Song Yusheng, this madman, but she couldn't help but let out a whimper. After realizing what he had done, tears rolled down her eyes.

"What are you doing in there?"

She wanted to slap Song Yusheng in the face, but Song Yusheng noticed her intention and used more strength in his hand, making her even more unable to move.

Song Yusheng didn't say anything, he just carried her to the clean room and cleaned her. Wen Chu's body was sore. She was exhausted after a long sexual intercourse. She didn't want to move, but still forced herself to get the things inside out. However, Song Yusheng knew what she was thinking and didn't give her the chance.

Wen Chu was almost driven crazy by Song Yusheng. He wanted to do it regardless of anything, but Song Yusheng pressed him against the wall of the bathtub. He said, "Just do it. I can do it again."

After hearing this, Wen Chu really didn't dare to move, but she cried even harder. Song Yusheng let her curse at him, and quickly washed her and carried her back to bed.

Wen Chu couldn't stand it anymore. If she got pregnant, she would be trapped here for the rest of her life. What if she gave birth to a child? Who else could be happy except Song Yusheng?

It's also bad luck for the children.

Wen Chu lay on the bed, held in Song Yusheng's arms. She cried and cried in a daze. After an unknown amount of time, Wen Chu didn't even have the strength to cry. Seeing that she was quiet, Song Yusheng asked someone to bring in the food.

She had been making a fuss for nearly an hour. Although she had not contributed much from beginning to end, she was already exhausted. Even the meal in the end was fed by Song Yusheng.

Song Yusheng had some official business to attend to today, so after he put Wen Chu to bed, he went to the study. But after Song Yusheng left, Wen Chu, who was still lying on the bed, opened her eyes, walked barefoot, and found Chenxiang.

She pulled her into the inner room to talk, because she was afraid of being spied on outside.

Without saying a word, she knelt down in front of Chenxiang. Chenxiang was terrified and tried to pull her up from the ground, but Wen Chu refused to get up. Chenxiang was terrified and shouted, "Girl! What are you doing? Let's talk it out."

Wen Chu said: "Chenxiang, can you, can you help me, get some infertility medicine, please help me, no one can help me!"

Strangling rather than avoiding children
Chenxiang was frightened by these words and lost her mind all of a sudden. How dare she, how dare she do these things.

Chenxiang also knelt down before Wen Chu, almost crying because of these words. She said, "Girl, if you want Chenxiang's life, Chenxiang will be given to you!"

If Song Yusheng found out, wouldn't that be pushing her to death? !
Wen Chu hurriedly pulled her hand and said, "No, there's no need to abort the baby. Contraceptive pills will be enough. No one will find out!"

Contraceptive pills are indeed much better than infertility pills. With such an outrageous request as the one mentioned above, Chenxiang actually became a little reluctant about the contraceptive pills. But she just didn't understand. As the saying goes, a mother is honored by her son. Not to mention that Song Yusheng is looking at her so nervously now, if she gives birth to a child in the future, it will be even more amazing. Why is Wen Chu unwilling?

Chen Xiang advised: "Girl, please be more open-minded. If you are pregnant, just give birth to the child!" "Give birth to the child? Why should I give birth to the child? A mother who can't protect him, a mother who didn't even want him to be born. Is it fair? Is it fair to him? Is it fair to me?"

Wen Chu was already crying. Her future was unknown, and all these sudden changes made her terrified.

The study was very close to here. As soon as Wen Chu woke up and went out to look for Chenxiang, the secret guard had already conveyed the news to his ears, and he heard most of what Wen Chu said.

Song Yusheng felt that his temples could not stop throbbing.

It was really not his wish to force her into this state.

Chenxiang really didn't know what to do. If she agreed, what would happen if the prince found out? But if she didn't agree, Wen Chu was crying so hard in front of her that she really couldn't say no.

Fortunately, Song Yusheng came back and said to Chenxiang, "You go down first."

Chenxiang was finally relieved. She quickly stood up and walked out. However, she looked back worriedly. She was afraid that the prince would be angry after hearing these words, but she saw that he actually held Wen Chu in his arms.

Chenxiang didn't dare to look anymore and turned around and walked out.

Song Yusheng held her in his arms, stroking her back again and again with his big hands. He sighed and said in a very gentle voice, "Don't cry. I'll give you something to drink. I won't do this again next time."

Wen Chu was so angry that Song Yusheng couldn't bear to force her anymore.

But this thing is too harmful to the body, he didn't want her to drink too much, so after that day he was more restrained in that matter.

In the past few days, it quickly became the tenth day of August, and Emperor Linghui’s birthday arrived as scheduled.

On the emperor's birthday, officials had to wear official uniforms to enter the palace to celebrate. Song Yusheng put on his official uniform and woke up Wen Chu, who was still sleeping in bed. It was still early, and it was not yet light, but Song Yusheng wanted to take Wen Chu to the Qianqing Palace to meet Emperor Linghui before the ceremony began.

So I started preparing very early.

Wen Chu knew that today was Emperor Linghui's birthday. She had actually woken up when Song Yusheng got up, but she just turned over and continued to pretend to sleep. She was waiting for him to put on his clothes and then leave, but she didn't know why he suddenly pulled her up.

She frowned and asked, "Go away, why are you pulling me up?"

Song Yusheng said directly: "You go with me."

Wen Chu was stunned for a moment, and even stuttered for a moment, "What am I going to do?"

Song Yusheng could see that she was a bit nervous, and amid her nervousness, there was also a bit of resistance. She was trying to hide inside without leaving any trace, but Song Yusheng put his hand on her shoulder, preventing her from moving.

He looked into her eyes, his voice slightly deeper, and said to her: "He..."

Song Yusheng didn't know what to say for a moment. What should he say? Should he say that Emperor Linghui missed her very much? But when the words came to his lips, he changed his words and said, "The emperor's health is very poor. If you don't see him this time, you may not have a chance in the future."

He knew that Wen Chu had him in her heart. After all, he was her father. She was cruel to herself, but she was able to endure such difficult days. However, she was always tender towards her relatives. Although she said that she hated them for abandoning her, she was still brooding over it in her heart because she couldn't let them go.

She felt a little conflicted because this was related to her childhood experiences. On the one hand, she longed to see her relatives again, but on the other hand, seeing them brought back painful memories, which reopened the scars again and again.

It's like a rotten sore on her body. If she doesn't dig out the rotten flesh, these wounds will devour her sooner or later.

If the inner demons are not treated, they can be fatal.

Wen Chu was a little anxious. She asked, "He is only in his forties now. How can he die? Why is he dying?"

In fact, Wen Chu knows the answer better than anyone else.

Emperor Linghui's life was really wasted, and every step he took seemed like he was struggling to survive. Not to mention other things, but there were two hopes in his life, one was from the Grand Tutor and the other was from Concubine De.

But his hopes were crushed again and again and turned into dust. There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart, and the death of one's body is the second worst. Emperor Linghui experienced such despair twice and finally became the emperor he is today. He felt sorry for the people of the world, but it seemed that no one was worthy of him.

Born into a royal family, his life might have been a tragedy since birth.

Dying from him might be a relief.

When Wen Chu thought of this, she felt a little breathless. She had never thought about why she was going to die. She was such a healthy person before. Why was she dying now when the person who carried him everywhere was about to die?

Song Yusheng didn't say anything else and started to help her get dressed, and this time Wen Chu didn't refuse.

*
In the Qianqing Palace, Emperor Linghui also got up early this morning. The etiquette officials symbolically gave Fang Xiu the crown that Emperor Linghui would wear today and asked him to take it and put it on the emperor.

But based on past experience, the emperor probably doesn't like to wear this dress, so he will probably throw it away this time.

Fang Xiu was in the hall, presenting the crown and robes on the tray to Emperor Linghui. Seeing that Emperor Linghui had gotten up so early, he asked, "Your Majesty, why don't you take a rest for a while? There are many ceremonies today, and I'm afraid you will be tired."

Fang Xiuzi thought that the emperor did not want to wear this dress, so he planned to put the tray aside. However, as soon as Fang Xiu made a move, Emperor Linghui scolded him, "Why put it aside? I want to wear it."

Fang Xiu was a little shocked when he heard this. He had not liked to wear these crowns and robes for so many years, so why did he suddenly have to wear them today? However, what made him even more puzzled was yet to come. He said, "Call a few palace maids to apply some ointment on me."

Emperor Linghui's face was really too old, and he was a little afraid, afraid that he would scare Xiaoxi.

When Fang Xiu heard this, he looked at Emperor Linghui with a bit of disbelief. He had been so unkempt for so many years, and half of his body was about to report to the King of Hell. But today, the sun was really rising from the west, and he was wearing a crown and wiping something on his face. What was he doing?

Old but still beautiful, second spring?
Perhaps Fang Xiu's expression was too obvious, and the surprise in his eyes was too obvious, causing Emperor Linghui to sneer. He said, "Hurry up, what are you standing there for?"

Fang Xiu hurriedly said, "Okay, Your Majesty."

Fang Xiu had watched Emperor Linghui grow up since he was a child. He had been watching him for more than forty years, but now that he had seen the end of the world, he found it increasingly difficult to figure out his thoughts.

He personally helped Emperor Linghui to dress, and Emperor Linghui let him do it. The crown had three layers inside and three layers outside, and was very complicated. Fang Xiu lost his patience halfway through and wanted to ask someone else to help him put it on.

Before he could open his mouth, he heard Emperor Linghui say, "I remember that when I was young, my companion helped me like this. When other palace maids and eunuchs wanted to help, you would never give in. At that time, it was not just this one. I remember that I had to change four sets a day, and my companion always helped me change. But now there is only one set, and my companion is impatient."

In the past, Emperor Linghui was young, and Fang Xiu entered the Imperial Household Department when he ascended the throne. As the closest companion to the emperor, his status rose with the ascension of Emperor Linghui, so he naturally wanted to hold people in his hands. But people's hearts are fickle, so what will he do after he has power? How will he treat Emperor Linghui?

Emperor Linghui hasn't called Fang Xiu to be his companion for a long time.

The word "big companion" has a different meaning. When Emperor Linghui was still young, he called Fang Xiu "big companion", mostly with the meaning of dependence. Fang Xiu was like his wet nurse, accompanying him to grow up. Emperor Linghui also thought that he and Fang Xiu should not be the monarch and his subject, and his big companion should not have two hearts.

After many years, Emperor Linghui called him "Great Companion" again, but he just wanted to use these two words to question Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu had never thought that one day he would hear Emperor Linghui call him "Daban" again. However, his words sounded like a question, and Fang Xiu was in a dilemma for a moment, and suddenly felt cold sweats. Fortunately, he had been a great eunuch for decades, so he quickly reacted and forced out tears. He pretended to say, "Your Highness, your words are really embarrassing for this old servant. It's just that I'm old now, and my hands and feet are not as nimble as before. It's not that I'm impatient!"

Emperor Linghui no longer had any hope for Fang Xiu, nor did he expect to hear anything else from Fang Xiu's mouth.

He smiled and said, "Since you are not impatient, then let's continue."

Fang Xiu had already spoken, so he could only continue.

After a stick of incense had passed, Emperor Linghui was fully dressed.

Emperor Linghui wore a crown which was round in front and square in the back, with twelve tassels hanging from each side.

Emperor Linghui, who was sitting on the throne at this moment, finally looked like an emperor, and was no longer the old man in his twilight years.

Fang Xiu didn't know how he suddenly had the energy to do all these things today, but Emperor Linghui was in his forties or sixties, but Fang Xiu was actually an old man in his sixties. After all this, he was a little tired and couldn't bear it any longer.

Fortunately, Emperor Linghui had no intention of keeping him. Seeing that there was still some time before the ceremony began, he waved his hand and asked him to leave.

When he came out, Fang Zheng happened to run into Song Yusheng coming here. He didn't think much about it. After all, Song Yusheng happened to have saved the emperor in the past, and Emperor Linghui had been close to him over the years for some reason.

The two of them met, but when they passed by, Fang Xiu found Wen Chu following behind Song Yusheng. When he saw Wen Chu, he was stunned for a moment. Could this person really be Li Zhaoxi? He thought of Emperor Linghui's unusual behavior today, and soon realized that he had dressed up specially to see her.

In fact, Fang Xiu had long forgotten what Li Zhaoxi looked like, but after meeting Wen Chu, he actually felt that Li Zhaoxi should look like this.

Even though Fang Xiu didn't say anything, his action of stopping was clearly seen by everyone present.

Fang Xiu realized that he had lost his composure and immediately excused himself and walked out.

At this moment, no one in the hall was clean, even Song Yusheng left after bringing the people in, leaving only the father and daughter in the hall.

The morning light had already appeared on the horizon. The summer light came quickly. Once the social moment of dawn came, the sun rose from the east, illuminating the entire land of China. The warm yellow morning light shone through the window into the hall, shining on half of Emperor Linghui's face, making his face seem a little unreal.

The world seemed to have suddenly become silent at this moment, and all the noise fell silent. Suddenly, a strong wind blew by, and the bells under the eaves rang, and rushed into the hall through the window.

Emperor Linghui felt as if his eyelids weighed a thousand pounds. He was almost inside the palace, but he couldn't even lift his eyes at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally raised his eyes.

He looked at the girl standing in the center of the hall, and there was an imperceptible cautiousness in the emperor's eyes.

Familiar eyes, familiar nose, even the mouth is exactly the same. She looks a lot like her mother, no, she is even more handsome than her mother.

He didn't dare to approach her and could only look at her from a distance.

That was the person he thought about day and night. He took elixirs and performed rituals, but no matter what he did, she refused to come and see him, her father, again, even in her hallucinations!

He would never admit his mistake. He had been thinking about her for six years. Whenever he thought about what happened back then, he felt heartbroken and almost vomited blood. He didn't even have the face to go downstairs to see his mother!
But now the person he had thought about for a long time suddenly appeared in front of him, but he didn't even dare to approach her. He thought that his Xiaoxi didn't want to see him. If he didn't insist on seeing her this time, she might never appear in front of him again in her life.

When Emperor Linghui thought of this, he felt like he couldn't even breathe.

He was afraid that he would never see her again.

He finally approached her.

Step by step, they were getting closer and closer. But the closer they got, the heavier those two legs felt.

He looked her up and down, and was relieved to see that she was fine and had no serious illness.

He found that even on such a summer day, she was still wearing clothes that were not very thin. He suddenly remembered that when Xiaoxi was captured by Prince Li, it was early spring, and the Kyoto capital that year was extremely cold.

He was so grief-stricken that he felt his flesh and blood trembling and heard waves of roaring sounds in his ears.

Two lines of turbid tears suddenly slid down from his eye sockets. With trembling hands, he placed his hands on her shoulders and asked.

"Xiaoxi."

"Is it cold?"

It was the early spring of the sixteenth year of Linghui, and Wen Chu was ten years old. Perhaps no one knew better than her how cold that year was.

(End of this chapter)