little wife

Chapter 61

Ning Luo's heart skipped a beat, and she held Jing Yun's hand subconsciously. She clearly felt that Jing Yun's muscles tensed up.

"Brother Jing..." she called out worriedly.

Jing Yun took a deep breath, managed to calm down, and smiled at Ning Luo: "It's okay."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Ning Luo out of the room, turned around carefully and closed the door, as if Yu Mingyu was still resting in the room.

In the outer hall one step away from the inner room, Emperor Sheng He stood with his back to the door, looking at a picture of eight steeds hanging on the wall. The eight horses were of different shapes and lifelike. The lower right corner was Jing Cheng's seal, and the upper right corner But it is a poem written by Yu Mingyu, the handwriting is soft and charming, just like him.

With the sound of footsteps, Emperor Shenghe turned around and watched Jing Yun and Ning Luo push the door in. The young man in front of him was a tall and straight young man with a serious face. With just one glance, his heart was agitated.

Over the years, he has always let Jing Yun accompany the dragon to drive, and he may see him more than the other princes. Jing Yun's eyebrows and eyes are exactly like Yu Mingyu, but his temperament and behavior are very similar to him when he was young. He has always been moody and angry. Yu Se, he could hardly restrain his love for Jing Yun.

However, because of the previous promise, he had to watch Jing Yun become his son, and now he could feel his son's resentment and alienation towards him all the time.

"Get up," Emperor Sheng He took a step forward, and helped up the two people who were kneeling to pay respects, "I have come here to discuss something important with you."

When Ning Luo heard this, she immediately wanted to retreat and avoid, but Jing Yun held her hand tightly, showing no intention of letting her leave.

"Luo'er, you should stay here too, we are all a family, so you don't need to avoid it." Emperor Sheng He said kindly, "Sit down and talk."

Jing Yun sat down in silence, while Ning Luo quietly served tea and stood beside Jing Yun.

"For these years, you have been staying in Dingyunhou's mansion. Cheng Zan has raised you very well, and your loyalty is commendable. I asked Li Shilang to draw up a script to promote him from Zuo servant to Shang Shuling. What do you think? "Emperor Shenghe said with a smile.

Chengzan is Jingcheng's character, and this is to add officials and ranks for Jingcheng.

Ning Luo's heart tightened, and she suddenly felt that Emperor Sheng He had made a bad move. With Jing Yun's temper, he would only think that Emperor Sheng He was insulting Jing Cheng and the Hou's mansion. Is it because of self-inflicted chaos?
"Your Majesty has his own rules and regulations for employing people, and no ministers are allowed to speak their beaks." Jing Yun said indifferently.

Emperor Shenghe looked at him helplessly: "Yun'er, how long are you going to be angry? After all, you are my son, and there is no overnight enmity between father and son. After a while, you will be angry..."

Jing Yun interrupted him: "Your Majesty, you are joking. This minister is the son of Marquis Dingyun who was appointed by His Majesty. Have you forgotten, Your Majesty?"

Emperor Shenghe's face changed suddenly, and his eyes were full of clouds: "What do you mean? Don't you want to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors after the truth is revealed?"

Jing Yun pursed his lips tightly, his fingertips were trembling slightly, and he said after a while, "What's your majesty's intention? Could it be that you tried to rob the courtier's wife and want to grab the courtier's son?"

The air suddenly froze, Sheng Hedi's chest rose and fell sharply, it was obvious that he was trying to suppress his anger.

After a long time, Emperor Shenghe took a deep breath, gradually calmed down, and said with a bit of sadness in his voice: "For your mother's sake, I don't blame you for your nonsense. The matter between me and them , you won’t understand if I tell you, and you don’t have to blame me. It must be your mother’s intention to recognize your ancestors, so don’t you want to be disobedient?”

Jing Yun raised his head in disbelief, and stared directly at Emperor Sheng He in astonishment: "How could it be what mother meant?"

"Your mother made an agreement with me that as long as she is here, you cannot be taken away from her," Emperor Sheng He said in a low voice, "but now she has chosen to leave, isn't it because she wants you to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors?" ?”

Jing Yun was stunned for a moment, then chuckled lightly, as if mocking something.

"Yun'er, believe it or not, I have been looking forward to this day," Emperor Shenghe's voice became anxious again, "I have already thought about it, and said that you were born by Empress Minghui back then, just because of Bazi and Zhan. The son didn't agree with each other, and he was fostered in the Hou's mansion for fear of being hurt, and now after the monitoring and calculation by Qintian..."

There was a commotion outside the house, Emperor Sheng He stopped speaking, and his brows were deeply furrowed.

After a while, Eunuch Tian cautiously asked outside the door: "Your Majesty, Marquis Ding Yun is here, please see Your Majesty."

Emperor Shenghe was silent for a moment and said, "Xuan."

Jing Cheng's illness was not fully recovered, and he was staggering. Seeing this, Jing Yun immediately stepped forward to hold him by his arms.

A trace of sadness flashed in Emperor Shenghe's eyes, and he helped Jing Cheng who wanted to see the ceremony: "Chengzan, don't be too polite if you are not in the court."

Jing Cheng broke free from Jing Yun's support, and stood facing Emperor Sheng He.The two have known each other since childhood, and they are also relatives. Yugong and Jingcheng have been loyally helping and caring for each other; while Yu, privately, the relationship that fell asleep when they were young can no longer be made up after that accident.

The past of more than 30 years passed slowly in the eyes of the two of them like clouds and smoke.

In the past, they were just a group of daring teenagers, with great ambitions for the country and the people, and lingering grievances and grievances. However, all grievances and grievances will eventually turn into a faint sigh in the long river of time.

He smiled miserably: "Your Majesty...Ming Yu she... is gone..."

A look of pain flashed across Emperor Shenghe's face, and he whispered, "Chengchan, it's me... I'm sorry for wronging you all these years."

Jing Cheng stared fixedly at the Ninth Five-Year Lord in front of him. As a courtier, he devoted himself to the emperor he assisted, and had no regrets; but as a man, seeing the chief culprit who caused him to lose his beloved wife Can't take it lightly.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said with difficulty: "No, Your Majesty, I am very happy these years. Mingyu has always been by my side, I can see and hear, and he has children for me, I don't know How happy, and... She said before leaving that in this life, she likes me alone, and I... am satisfied. "

Emperor Shenghe's expression froze, and after a while he said with difficulty: "It's as long as you're happy."

"Is there anything else your Majesty needs? It's late at night, it's time to go back." Jing Cheng issued an order to evict the guests.

Emperor Shenghe was silent for a moment, then said calmly: "I have come to discuss Yun'er's matter with you, and I want him to recognize his ancestor and return to his clan."

"Recognize the ancestors and return to the clan..." Jing Cheng shook his body and laughed softly. He looked at Jing Yun, "Let Yun'er decide everything. He is old enough to have his own opinions. I have no objection." .”

All eyes fell on Jing Yun, indifferent, uneasy, expecting...

Jing Yun lifted up his robe silently, knelt down, and respectfully kowtowed to Emperor Shenghe: "Your Majesty, I am very grateful for the wrong love, but I only have the feelings of a monarch and a minister for your majesty, and dare not think of father and son. I implore Your Majesty to take it back."

After finishing speaking, he turned around again, and kowtowed to Jingcheng: "Father, I will always be your son, the eldest son of Dingyunhou's mansion, and I only want to share with Dingyunhou's mansion for the rest of my life." Advance and retreat, and please father not to be disgusted."

Jing Cheng laughed loudly, stepped forward to help Jing Yun up, tears rolled in his eyes, almost choked up: "Okay, Yun'er, if you have a son like this, it will be enough to comfort you for a lifetime!"

Emperor Shenghe's face was livid, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "This...is your truth?"

Jing Yun supported Jing Cheng and took a step back, with a stern expression and an expressionless face: "If your majesty agrees, I will continue to abide by my duties as a courtier and do my duty loyally for your majesty and Da Chen; if your majesty cannot agree, I will not Depending on His Majesty's handling, I dare not complain."

There was a sudden silence in the room.Ning Luo looked left and right nervously, her palms were sweating, but she didn't know what to say to relieve the almost suffocating atmosphere.

After a long time, Emperor Shenghe took a deep breath, and his livid face gradually calmed down.

"Okay," he looked at Jing Yun expressionlessly, "Abiding by the duties of a courtier and being loyal to your duties, Jing Yun, ask yourself, have you done it these days?"

Emperor Shenghe's voice was cold and majestic. At this moment, he seemed to have turned back into the Emperor Yongrong who held the power of life and death.

Jing Yun froze, these days, in order to avoid Emperor Shenghe, he did not do many important things himself, but handed them over to two left and right generals.

"As my Habayashiro, looking forward and backward, half-hearted, I can't believe it, are you still the resolute and decisive son of Marquis Dingyun? If one day the army of the Northern Zhou Dynasty overwhelms the border, you will also be able to delay the war opportunity and cause a catastrophe because of these trivial matters. ?"

Emperor Shenghe asked one question after another, aggressive and sharp.

Jing Yun was stunned for a moment, then bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty taught me the lesson, and I know I was wrong."

Emperor Shenghe nodded, and said lightly: "It's good that you know, and write a memorial to the palace defense tomorrow, so as to make up for it."

Jing Yun instinctively replied "Yes".

Emperor Shenghe walked out, and as soon as he reached the threshold, someone waiting outside pushed the door open.He lifted his foot and just stepped over the threshold, but stopped again.

The moonlight was as cool as water, shining under the eaves of the corridor, and Emperor Shenghe's back was lonely and desolate.

"Cheng-chan, is this the so-called wrong step, wrong step?"

He asked in a low voice, and left the Hou Mansion without looking back.

This back view has always been in Ning Luo's mind, so that she dreamed of Sheng Hedi's back view for several days.

In fact, Sheng Hedi's expression is really similar to Jing Yun's. When the two of them looked at each other expressionlessly that night, it really felt like a replica.

However, there is nothing wrong with Jing Yun's choice. In the nearly 20 years of getting along with him, Jing Cheng has paid a lot to him, not to mention Yu Mingyu's death is involved in it, Jing Yun cannot accept Emperor Shenghe's arrangement no matter what. , and Ning Luo had no selfish desire for Yun to become a prince.

Life is unsatisfactory in the world, and things are often eighty-nine. Emperor Shenghe made Ning Luo feel this deeply, so what if he is the Ninth Five-Year King?The beloved woman left him, and the beloved son refused to recognize him.

Before Ning Luo could escape from Emperor Shenghe's lonely and cold back, something happened to Dingyunhou's mansion again.

When Jing Yun went back to the mansion to say hello to Jing Cheng that day, he found that the room was empty, and Jing Cheng had disappeared, leaving behind only a letter. Jiehuai, I only wish to express my love for the mountains and rivers, to search for immortals and ask questions, and I hope that one day the saints will take pity on me and see Yu Mingyu again.

All the seals were left on the table, Jing Cheng had resigned from office and came out of nobility.

"Yun'er is calm and open-minded, and Luo'er is virtuous and virtuous. I am very relieved to entrust the Dingyunhou Mansion to you. You must honor your grandmother and raise your younger siblings. If there is a destiny in this life, we will meet again."

After hearing this, the eldest princess was at a loss for a moment, and the thousand words finally turned into a long sigh: "Let him go."

The weather is getting warmer, and it's almost May in the blink of an eye.The grass grows and the warblers fly, the flowers and trees are happy, and there is a school of vitality inside and outside the capital.Emperor Shenghe's birthday is at the end of May, and this year coincides with his [-]th birthday. There have been congratulatory missions coming to Beijing one after another, and Jing Yun's official duties are becoming more and more busy.

There are few people in Dingyunhou's mansion, and Ning Luo's four personal maids are all able to take care of themselves now, handling the affairs of the mansion in an orderly manner, but Ning Luo doesn't need to worry about it, she spends more time on the scene. Zheng and Jingxi's studies.

Jing Xi turned thirteen after the new year, and started studying in a women's school in May, and Jing Zheng became more sensible after this change, and practiced martial arts and literature even harder.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, the whole family made rice dumplings together and hung wormwood and calamus to drive away evil spirits. Compared with before, the eldest princess was much more approachable.

After a hundred days, the taboos of keeping filial piety were much less. Ning Luo took his family to Taiqing Mountain to relax and pray for blessings.

The days gradually calmed down. On this day, Ning Luo was taking a handkerchief to learn embroidery from Ying Xiang. During the Dragon Boat Festival, Ying Xiang embroidered a lot of sachets. Seeing the joy, Ning Luo wanted to embroider one for Jing Yun herself. .

The curtain was lifted, and Zijing's smiling face came in: "Young madam, the eldest madam and the second madam of her natal family have come to see you."

Ning Luo was surprised and delighted, why did mother and aunt come here today?
(End of this chapter)