Inheritance policy

Chapter 290 Fanwai Fang Li vs Zhou Heng ([-])

Extra Story? Fang Li vs Zhou Heng ([-])

[Everyone has never known that the old emperor who sucks Wushisan, is confused, self-willed, and likes little white flowers has such a very male protagonist name, right?I seem to have mentioned it in the text]

The night is late, there are cicadas singing and the wind blowing in the mid-autumn grass cage, and the white onyx silk is hung high in front of the hall. When the wind is approaching, the long plain silk will be lifted up and covered the dimly lit oil-skin lanterns , as if in an instant or after a long time, the hall became darker.

Who would have imagined that during the day, the mourning hall would be full of people, and the mourning hall would resound like a tidal wave, but at night, there would only be a few or two little palace servants dozing off with whisks in their hands?

Where is your favorite eldest son?

Where is your most pitiful Concubine Chang?
Where is your most trusted Shouge?

Oh…

She almost forgot.

The eldest son of the emperor, King Yu, is not qualified to guard the spirit, but the sixth son of the emperor, King Duan, who is qualified to guard the spirit, is now busy with important affairs. The mountains, rivers and land that he is unwilling to hand over to him in every possible way.

Concubine Changgui Wang is crazy, disheveled, Min Jirou stepped forward, Yu Wangfu secretly took her out of the palace, the people in the palace only know that Changgui Concubine Wang, who was domineering and domineering before the late emperor, has committed suicide and died violently, oh, no, it is no longer Chang The imperial concubine is Wang Shi, the sinful concubine Wang Shi, A Wu said that she has been sent to the Zhuangzi on the border of Liaodong by King Yu overnight, and she can only shout at everyone, "My son is going to be the emperor... I want Go to the Palace of Compassion and Live..."——how could such a crazy woman break into such a solemn place as the late emperor's mourning hall?
Mr. Chen, oh, no, sinner Chen, there is no way to come in. His flesh and blood may have been integrated into the dusty land of Mount Li. His son was shot and killed by him on the city wall.

Maybe Chen Xian's undead will come.

Come and see, his muddled, unguarded emperor.

Could he have expected that in the end, she would stay in the mourning hall and beside his coffin, weeping so hard that she would accompany him through the last period of time when he could see the light of day in this bone-piercing cold and heartache?

The little palace man had never experienced life and death, so he was naturally fearless, leaning against the door frame and sleeping unconscious with his eyes drooping.

Fang Li's footsteps were very light, not as loud as the wind blowing "huhu" in the night.

Jiang Mingying bent down and patted the face of the little palace man who was sleeping soundly, "How can I still fall asleep at such a night, the empress is here to watch the spirit..."

The voice was very low, like a low moan swallowed in the throat.

The funeral ceremony was tedious and complicated, and the little palace lady hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, and Jiang Mingying's patting didn't wake her up.

Jiang Mingying wanted to call her again, but Fang Li waved her hand, "Don't wake her up, let her sleep. The people inside are asleep, how can the people outside wake up?"

After the old emperor passed away, Empress Fang often said some incomprehensible words.

Jiang Mingying sighed inwardly, but finally withdrew.

The cicadas' chirping became more and more lingering, with a slight low sound, making the night even quieter.

It was so quiet, as quiet as a cemetery in the barren hills, as if a very ordinary "dong dong" sound could startle innocent night walkers.

Fang Li raised the corners of his lips stiffly, as if mocking.

What the hell is she thinking...

This was originally a cemetery, and her husband was lying in the coffin of golden nanmu. Her husband's face was ashen, and his cheeks were bulging, because he contained a huge and high-quality luminous pearl in his mouth—this is his. Do you think it's ridiculous to find the coffin beads for yourself by doing everything possible in the morning?
He has been smoking Wushi powder for so many years, and his mind has long been muddled into a mess, and he can't be disturbed. The only things he has been awake in these years are people building imperial tombs, repairing underground palaces, finding coffin wood, and ordering funerals. Son.

"Ah Li, you and I will be buried together after a hundred years. Nine dragons are carved on my jade pillow, and Qu Feng is carved on your head... No, you like plum blossoms. I will help you carve a small and delicate flower beside the jade pillow." Five-petal plum, and put the little jade pot that you have always liked in the middle of the jade pillow between you and me, so that no one else can see it, and only the two of us know, how would you like it?"

The young man's voice was clear and moving, as if it came from the far side of the mountain, with the empty and stuffy wind and the damp and sour smell of the old days.

"Buzzing—"

Fang Li leaned on the coffin and shook his head fiercely.

old time...

Oh, the old days, aren't they just for forgetting?
Why is she always willing to be trapped in this old time full of decay and obscurity, and never come out?
Fang Li thought sadly that maybe she was also weak, just like her cowardly and delicate little sister.

"Queen...Queen..."

Jiang Mingying called out softly from the side, looking worriedly at Wu Qing in front of Empress Fang. The Empress hadn't slept well for several nights, and woke up from nightmares every night, tossing and turning on the bed, and finally couldn't sleep.

Everyone is dead, so why does the queen insist on coming to see it?
"Empress...You go and offer another three sticks of incense, let's go back...Empress...Empress."

Fang Li finally came back to his senses, looked at the pair of white candles, lowered his voice, "...I'm not a queen anymore, don't call me queen in the future."

Inside the mourning hall, the fire was flickering, and there were ice cubes placed all around, emitting a "sizzling" cold air. Fang Li stared straight at the wisps of cold smoke rising from the ice cubes.

She is no longer queen.

Her husband is dead, what kind of queen is she?

In this world, women live for men. When Zhou Heng was the crown prince, she was the princess concubine. When Zhou Heng was the emperor, she was Queen Fang.

She lived for this position all her life, the pain she endured, the tears she swallowed, and the humiliation she endured all disappeared, and disappeared with the death of this man.

What's the point!
What's the point of her living!
Fang Li couldn't remember how many years it had been since she cried. The last time she cried must have been in one night, right?

After the Sun family gave birth to the seventh prince, she helped Jiang Mingying walk step by step in the gloomy inner palace corridor. She burst into tears. Why should others have children, and others can risk their lives to protect her own? My child, but she didn't!Only she didn't!
How about going further?

About ten years ago?

She is getting old, her memory and mental strength are not very good, but she still remembers that morning, remembering it unforgettable, and will never forget it.

The grass grows and the warbler flies, and the pregnant is early in March.

Zhou Heng wore a yellow robe and had been on the throne for three years. He had seven or eight talented and beauties. Except for the Lu family and the Chen family who were recruited by the late emperor, there was no one else in the high position.

The palace is very clean, if there are few women, it is naturally clean, not to mention that the emperor has to attend the national funeral, and he rarely even enters the inner palace for three years, if he wants to go to the inner palace, he goes straight to Fengyi hall.

The Wang family is like the lightest and softest song in the music workshop, and it has entered the imperial city with red walls and green tiles for no reason. When she was in front of Zhou Heng, she was like a thunderbolt, and her eyes were pitch black.

At that time, Wang's voice was clear and lingering, and the official Chinese was not fluent, with a long ending, and her eyes lowered timidly. She was condescending but she could still see Wang's eyelids that seemed to contain two pools of spring water.

"My concubine, the Changle Palace Wang, greets the empress, wishing the empress good luck, good fortune, longevity..."

Wang's eyes blinked, and her voice stopped abruptly, her face turned red, her eyes blinked again, the corners of her eyes slightly raised upwards, and she timidly glanced at the young emperor beside Fang Li, beautiful and fresh The little girl became extremely embarrassed in an instant.

"Longevity and longevity!"

Zhou Heng's long face was delighted, obviously the woman's request for help made him very happy, while taking Fang Li's hand, he laughed loudly, "I taught her etiquette last night, Xiang Xinde taught her etiquette for an hour, how to get there, How to kneel, how to talk and how to laugh, but I still can't teach it... I personally went to the battle and taught it a few times... I don't know if I still forgot half of the words today!"

Wang's complexion became more and more delicate, she still knelt on the green brick floor in a regular manner, but her back bent down, and she shifted her weight to her legs indistinctly, and somehow she looked a little more delicate and supporting willows.

Zhou Heng laughed more and more, lowered his eyes to look at Wang's more, squeezed Fang Li's palm lightly with a smile, and said, "...I used to work in Huanyi Lane, but was transferred to the Sixth Division. I still let Xiang Xin De checked the bottom line before accepting it—he came from a poor family in Yuhang, and the last three generations were poor peasants. There was no great achievement in the family but no taboos. He made a big mistake, but he is a very stable person.”

She still didn't answer, Zhou Heng bent his head to discuss with her softly, "Ah Li...do you think it's better to be a lady? Or a permanent one? Both are the lowest grades, so there is no need to think about titles. Her identity It's lowly, and it's enough for others to call a surname..."

He was asking her, lady...or often?
She finally came to her senses, he was serious, this time he was serious, different from those talented and beautiful women who lived in Yeting and never saw their beauty, he was seriously discussing with her about this woman's destiny .

Similarly, this was also the first time Zhou Heng put a woman in front of her eyes, forcing her to give this woman a title.

What is so good about this woman?

appearance?

No, no, how could her appearance be inferior to such a petty maid.

scholarship?

It seems even more ridiculous than this. What kind of talents can a woman who can't even memorize the words "good fortune and longevity" have?
figure?

.......
Fang Li was startled suddenly, what is she doing! ?

She was comparing herself with this lowly woman who served others in Israel, what qualifications did she have to compare with herself!

Since you are not qualified, then accept it, what can't you accept?
One woman is a woman, ten women are also women, she is the main wife, she is the hostess, these are all playthings, what is there to care about?
"My lady, they are all seventh-rank, and there is nothing to discuss specifically. After giving birth to the emperor's heir, they will be promoted again."

She said it as if nothing had happened, but as soon as others left, she hugged Jiang Mingying and cried until her front was soaked.

This was the first time she put down her body and cried loudly after she got married.

She wanted to whip that woman's face with a horsewhip, she wanted to use silver scissors to cut all that woman's hair short, she wanted that woman to die immediately!
But she can't!

She is the queen!

Since she couldn't even understand what Jiang Mingying said to comfort her, why! ?Why?This is not the case in the Northwest. My father guarded my mother until she died, and I didn't want Lian Xian. After my brother married the Xing family, there was not even a female mosquito around!Lieutenant General Li and Commander Zhang have only his old wife by his side, and no one else.

She can tolerate Lu family, Chen family and those insignificant talents and beauties, but she can't tolerate Wang family.

But they all persuaded her like this - she is the mistress of the inner palace, that woman is just a plaything!Just like the Pekingese puppy that Ah Heng likes, if you like it, you can touch it, tease it, and kick it away if you don’t like it. There will be more, better and cuter Pekingese dogs waiting for you!

Is it really just Jingba?Is it really just a joke?
Under the self-deception of blindness, she finally chose to compromise and forbear.

Her madness was hidden by her in the huge Fengyi Hall, and her sadness was hidden by her under Qiandai's eyebrows.

The young Empress Fang has finally become, step by step, a well-known, reasonable generation of empresses.

No woman is born reasonable.

The words "reasonable and reasonable" are often equated with taking care of the overall situation, becoming the shackles for men to imprison women, a disguise for men to live up to their sincerity, and a clarion call for the world to oppress women for granted.

The four window lattices in the mourning hall were wide open, and the wind blew fiercely. The window lattices were "creaked" by the wind, and the light and shadows were everywhere. The lifeless face with a dark blue complexion.

Jiang Mingying blinked, his eyes fell on the old emperor's livid face, his heart skipped a beat, and he took a step back involuntarily.

Fang Li continued to walk forward as if he hadn't seen him.

Empress Fang doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, so naturally the people in Fengyi Palace don't believe it either. If they want to believe it, they only believe in wrongdoing.
Thinking about it this way, Jiang Mingying became bolder, stepped forward, stood in front of Empress Fang, and said softly, "Madam, it's unlucky to go any closer. How can a living person be affected by a dead person's anger? What if the late emperor took your vitality into the imperial mausoleum?"

Fang Li looked very calm, waved his hands at Jiang Mingying, walked around Jiang Mingying and walked straight to the coffin, put his hands on the coffin, and covered his hands with cold hands.

Fang Li bent over and looked straight at the man.

"After so many years, I finally know where I went wrong."

Of course no one responded.

Fang Li suddenly raised his voice and laughed.

"I made a mistake to compare myself with those women! Since you prefer the softness and gentleness of those women, since you prefer those low-status women who look up to you on the surface, since you prefer to be looked up to Rather than the feeling of being at the same level as others...Why do you drag me into this abyss! Why do you put me on your heart and give me the illusion that no matter how many sails I have, I will always be your last that person!"

"I understand now that you only have yourself in your heart..."

Fang Li laughed out loud.

The candlelight in the mourning hall dodged left and right, but suddenly heard Empress Fang's voice lowered, and she was still laughing, but she still seemed unable to gather strength. Jiang Mingying stretched out her hand to help Empress Fang, and let Empress Fang lean on her side, comforting her softly. "His doctor said that if he took too much Wushi powder, he would experience unbearable dizziness and pain... He probably regretted it in the end..."

remorse?
Fang Li laughed stiffly, did he regret it?is that useful?

His inferiority complex determines his arrogance, his defense determines his mistakes, and his cowardice determines his preferences.

She understands her preferences, but she can't help it.

She had no choice but to collapse on the ground and beg him for help as coquettishly and coquettishly as Wang Shi. She was supposed to be an eagle soaring in the northwest, but how could she become a caged house sparrow singing melodiously? ?
"Is it useful to regret?"

Fang Li took Jiang Mingying's words softly, "He has let down the person who should hold hands with him the most, and missed his son who should be the strongest and smartest under his knees. He owes my child, and he sacrificed his life for it. We owe each other nothing..."

Jiang Mingying thought that Empress Fang would not speak again, but after a long time, she finally heard Empress Fang say, "Jiang Mingying, what do you think he was thinking before he died?"

Jiang Mingying shook her head lightly.

Fang Li smiled again, and closed his eyes lightly, as if he saw the blue silk in the northwest like a blue sky, and the horses, cattle and sheep galloping on the grassland under the sky.

She was wearing a fiery red wedding dress, covered her head, and held a black gold riding whip in her hand. She was stuffed in a small sedan chair, and the sedan chair swayed around, but she was full of longing and an indescribable joy.

God.

This was probably the happiest day of her life.

　Tomorrow, I will fix the bug and the sentence of Shun, A Yuan has a super explosive code of [-] words today.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)