little wife

Chapter 120

Eunuch Tian turned pale with fright, rushed forward in a hurry, snatched the handkerchief from Jing Yun's arms, and said angrily: "What is Hou Ye going to do? Such contempt for Shengjia is not to take His Majesty seriously." ?"

"What is this?" Jing Yun took a step forward, his eyes fixed on him, "Eunuch Tian, ​​what's wrong with His Majesty? Didn't it mean that the dragon body has recovered?"

"Your Majesty has indeed recovered," Eunuch Tian said confidently, "Chun Ri gets angry easily, and she just had some nosebleeds."

"Eunuch Tian, ​​do you think I'm a three-year-old child?" Jing Yun asked in disbelief.

Eunuch Tian was at a loss for words, and then said angrily: "Master Hou is serious. Since Lord Hou is just a servant of His Majesty, what His Majesty says is what he says, and where is it the turn of Lord Hou to question His Majesty's words?"

"It's nonsense," Jing Yun said sharply, "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven. As a courtier, it is natural to be concerned about your majesty's health. Your majesty must never avoid medical treatment..."

"Jing Aiqing," Emperor Sheng He's voice sounded coldly, "Have you overstepped the bounds? I know my body myself, so I don't need you to point fingers!"

Jing Yun was speechless, and stood still for a moment, then suddenly knelt down at Emperor Shenghe's knees, his voice was trembling, and he could hardly control his emotions: "Your Majesty... Anyway... Even if I beg you... I asked Dr. Jin to come back and see for you... Mother is gone... Father is gone... Your Majesty... I don't want you to have anything... just in case..."

Emperor Shenghe froze, looked at the hands holding his clothes in disbelief, and said with hope, "You...are you willing to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors?"

"I..." Jing Yun's voice fell silent.

"Yun'er," Emperor Shenghe resisted the gushing emotions in his heart. The child in front of him is a nostalgic and stubborn person. Finally, there was a crack in his hard shell, so he can't be scared back again. "Zhen I don't force you, but you have to understand that the allegiance of the courtiers is to the king, to the vast country of the Great Chen, and my son is the relative I want to rely on and love. I can give you time, and I can even go to find you. Aunt Huang, I ask for her understanding, but you have to tell me, which role do you really want to play?"

Jing Yun looked at him blankly, confused.

"I've always dreamed that one day I could hear you call me Emperor Father," Emperor Sheng He said in a hoarse voice, "Zhan'er is gone, Hao'er was instigated to do something wrong that cannot be tolerated today. Everyone left me, you really have the heart to abandon me? I'm old, Yun'er, don't make me wait too long, I'm afraid... I won't be able to wait..."

"Your Majesty!" Jing Yun only felt cold hands and feet, as if he had suddenly returned to Yu Mingyu's room that day. He watched his mother's body floating in the air. He tried to reach out, but what he held was only the almost stiff body. Icy body.

Emperor Shenghe bent down to help him up, looked at the son carefully, with unconcealable pride in his eyes, he patted Jing Yun on the shoulder, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Okay, you Don't worry too much, I'm still in good health, I've been out for a long time, let's go back together."

Jing Yun took two steps after him, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, do you want to take a rest? Your complexion is not very good..."

"It's okay." Emperor Shenghe smiled, and looked at him lovingly, "If you can climb over the wall to visit today, I will be cured even if I have any illness."

"The blood on that handkerchief..." Jing Yun stared at the towel in Eunuch Tian's hand, and asked worriedly.

Eunuch Tian stuffed the towel into his arms and looked at Emperor Shenghe in embarrassment.

"Didn't Eunuch Tian already say that it's a nosebleed?" Emperor Sheng He didn't change his face, "If you don't believe me, let Doctor Jin come to the palace tomorrow to have an appraisal."

Jing Yun felt relieved: "Yes, tomorrow I will let Dr. Jin enter the palace to face the saint."

The two monarchs and ministers came out of the inner room, chatted casually and walked slowly all the way, as if they had returned to the time when the monarch and ministers were intimate.More than half of the flower viewing party was over, when Concubine Xu Shu saw Emperor Shenghe came back, she was overjoyed to greet him, and asked a few words in a low voice.

Emperor Shenghe asked someone to add a seat in the main tent to signal Jing Yun to sit down and watch together.The paintings for the competition have already been presented and put in front of the emperor and concubine for evaluation.Emperor Shenghe looked at a few of them with great interest, and saw that the brushwork was either elegant or free and easy, each with its own merits.

Jing Yun looked at the two photos absent-mindedly, and was suddenly poked twice on the leg. He turned his head and saw a little boy about six years old, sitting upright beside him, only his eyes were rolling around. looked at him very curiously.

"Are you the general who won the battle?" The child suddenly opened his mouth, his voice was childish, with a bit of childishness, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes vaguely resembled Yang Zhan's shadow.

Jing Yun thought of the little Shu'er at home, and couldn't help but feel soft, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, it is the minister."

Yang Ting's eyes shone, and he moved a few inches towards him with his meticulously arranged hands and feet, pursing his lips and said reservedly: "Can the general teach me how to ride a horse and shoot an arrow?"

Jing Yun laughed and said: "Your Highness wants to learn, so naturally there are teachers to teach."

"They all only play with me, and what they teach is useless." Yang Ting's small face was a little disappointed. "The father is gone, and they are even more slack."

Jing Yun was a little angry: "These people dare to neglect His Highness so much, beat him up and drive him out."

"Then can the general teach me?" Yang Ting looked at him expectantly, "If I am powerful, my mother and concubine will not cry every day and make Grandpa Huang unhappy."

Jing Yun was stunned for a moment, thinking of what Chen had done to Ning Luo, it was really hard to mind. "Your Highness, why don't I choose a good master for you..."

The second princess at the side turned around and saw that her little nephew was gone, and quickly came over to pull him: "Ting'er, come back soon... Ting'er is naughty and disturbed Lord Hou."

Jing Yun nodded and said: "Second Princess, you are welcome. Your Highness is smart and innocent, and is very cute."

The second princess stared at him, with a wry smile on the corner of her mouth: "Thank you, Lord Hou, my sister-in-law was rude to my wife a few days ago, and I still hope that Lord Hou will be merciful."

Jing Yun's face froze, and he said solemnly: "Your Majesty was provoked by the villain, and there is a rift between my husband and wife, please ask the second princess to persuade me."

The second princess sighed lightly and nodded, holding Yang Ting's little hand in her hand, she couldn't help but feel a little sad for the little nephew, his father died, but his mother was still a slut, she took the lead for others for no reason, causing trouble Desheng and Emperor were not happy, and offended this hot newcomer in the court. The little nephew was only six years old, and the road was still long, so his mother blocked more than half of it.

Jing Yun exchanged a few words with the second princess again, always felt that something was wrong, sat on the chair and looked around, and suddenly understood: Why is Yang Yan not in the tent, where did he go?
Yang Yan naturally went to look for Ning Luo while Emperor Sheng He and Jing Yun were away.

However, in such a large audience, he naturally couldn't attract too much attention, so he selected the gauze tents of several respected princes' wives and important ministers, visited them one by one, and finally came to Ning Luo's gauze tent.

"Sister Luo, are you all right?" His smile was gentle, as if there had never been any grievances between them.

Ning Luo was full of vigilance, with a distant smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Thank you, Your Highness, King Rui, for your concern. My wife is fine. Your Highness seems to be in good spirits. You must be doing well, right?"

Yang Yan smiled: "Speaking of which, I would also like to thank Lord Hou for reminding me of it. I understand that I have done wrong things in the past. From now on, Da Chen Guozuo needs the protection of Lord Hou and Duke Ninguo."

These words were a bit vague, but the vicious thoughts in them still couldn't help but make Ning Luo shudder, how the You and Zhao families, which were eradicated by Emperor Sheng He mercilessly, used to be as beautiful as ever.

"His Royal Highness King Rui's words are wrong," she said softly, "Da Chen Guozuo, naturally, is protected by His Majesty and thousands of people of Da Chen. Da Chen is terrified."

"Father naturally understands the loyalty of Lord Hou." A calculating light flashed in Yang Yan's eyes, but his voice became more sincere, "Sister Luo, I am here today to apologize to you. You have been wronged by Yun's words to you, I have already scolded her, and I hope you don't mind."

"His Royal Highness King Rui speaks seriously," Ning Luo said with a slight smile, "Princess Rui is very strong by nature and wants to do her best in everything. I have long been willing to bow down, but for some reason she still targets me. You need to restrain your temper, but you can't be like this anymore... It's better to be bossy."

She purposely lowered her voice for the word "bossing and bossing", and Yang Yan stood facing her, so she could hear it clearly, and even heard the faint sarcasm in her words.

Indeed, Zhao Daiyun offered advice many times, especially when he was jealous and suppressed by Emperor Shenghe, he made great contributions, which made him get twice the result with half the effort. , and repeatedly courted the counselors around him. After Zhao Bin's death, this trend became more intense, which made him feel disgusted.This time Zhao Daiyun acted on his own, he took the opportunity to take advantage of the problem, and beat it hard, these days are finally a little more stable.

However, being seen through by the woman he once admired with all his heart still made him feel a little embarrassed.

The woman in front of me is gentle and elegant. The nearly two years of war in the Northwest did not weaken her complexion at all, but added a bit of hidden charm and charm, which made people feel even more itchy.

He collected himself, smiled and said: "How is she doing in the mansion, just ask your Seventh Sister if she is okay."

Ning Luo was stunned for a moment, and said pleasantly: "Is my seventh sister okay? Will the prince let her come out to meet me?"

Seeing her expression, Yang Yan's mind wavered: "Why not? Since I promised you to take good care of her, I won't break my promise. Don't forget, you still owe me a favor."

Ning Luo was so angry that she didn't know where she was, and her face darkened: "A gentleman doesn't take kindness in return, not to mention, Seventh Sister is your wife, you should take care of her."

Yang Yan was about to speak, but he saw Ning Luo's eyes suddenly lit up, his face was like a spring flower in full bloom, brilliant and dazzling.He looked back subconsciously, and saw Jing Yun striding towards here, his eyes firmly intertwined with Ning Luo.

Jealousy and hatred were like venom, eroding his heart in an instant.

At this moment, he forgot to recharge his energy, forgot to pretend to be modest and gentle, and even forgot the Emperor Shenghe whom he wanted to please.

"Sister Luo, if one day your Master Hou was ruined and imprisoned, and you were given another chance to start over, who would you choose?"

The moment Ning Luo walked past him to meet Jing Yun, he asked maliciously.

(End of this chapter)