A tyrant develops a daily life

Chapter 144
In the deep palace, the palace lanterns are flickering.

The "emperor" was lying on the wide dragon bed, his breath drifting like silk.

The queen, Jingxi, and several elders of the two dynasties were on the side, quietly waiting for the results of the imperial physician's pulse diagnosis.

After the imperial doctor made the diagnosis, he put "the emperor's hand into the quilt, exchanged glances with Jingxi without any trace, bowed his hands to the queen and said, "I report to the queen, the emperor's condition has not improved substantially, and the minister is panicked." , I'm afraid it won't last long. "

The queen's eyes turned red quickly, and she tried her best to hold back her tears, and said dignifiedly and sadly: "How long can you keep the emperor?"

The imperial doctor said: "It will be three to five months at most, but this is based on today's diagnosis. The emperor's dragon body is weakening day by day. It is not known whether it will really last until that day."

The queen covered her mouth with a veil and sobbed softly.

Jingxi looked sad: "Mother Huang, my nephew believes that Uncle Huang will recover. The doctor treats the diseases of ordinary people. Uncle Huang is the true Son of Heaven. He has the protection of Huang Tian. Don't be too sad. Don't cry too hard. .”

The queen's face full of tears showed a gratified smile: "During these days, thank you for being by my side, otherwise, I wouldn't know how to survive alone... The prince is an ignorant person, what? Can't even count on..."

The elders would go to the palace every day to ask about their illnesses to show their sincerity. No matter it was late at night or early in the morning, Jingxi would never leave to guard the emperor. On the other hand, the prince spent more time studying than serving the emperor, and the emperor became ill. After that, he still has the mind to study, but he doesn't know whether to call him stupid or unfilial.The elders all looked at Jing Xi with expressions of admiration.

Suddenly, a little white dumpling slipped in quietly, hid in a corner, and looked at Jingxi eagerly.

Jing Xi's eyes flickered, and he said to the queen, "Nephew, go and see if the medicine is ready."

The queen nodded: "Go."

After Jingxi left the main hall, the elders also left one after another. The empress withdrew her sad face and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes indifferently. At this moment, a maid reported that Concubine Zhen begged to see her.

"Tell her that I'm not free." The queen refused without thinking.

The palace maid went to pass on a message, but after a while she came back and said awkwardly: "Concubine Zhen said, if you don't see her, she will announce your secret."

The queen's voice turned cold: "Presumptuous!"

The maid was so frightened that she knelt on the ground.

The queen raised her armored hand, supported Fengchai, who was supporting her temples, and walked to the side hall to meet Zhenfei.

Concubine Zhen is standing in front of a plate of bluegrass, gently moving it with the armor on her hand. The bluegrass is afraid of the cold, and it is not the season to plant bluegrass right now, but the palace is a magical place. If the master wants to see bluegrass, there must be someone who can grow it Live orchids.

Concubine Zhen blessed her body and gave the queen a blessing: "My sister pays respects to the queen."

The queen sat on the throne with a blank face.

Concubine Zhen rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "Has anyone told my sister that my sister is becoming more and more powerful now, and she is completely different from the gentle and humble queen in the past."

Power is a terrible thing. When the emperor was alive, although the empress was also an empress, the emperor did not favor her. She knew that she had no choice but to act as a virtuous and generous middle palace, otherwise, once she got into trouble with those concubines , she is the one who has no face.But today is different, the emperor is dead, these concubines can no longer find support, she is not afraid of anyone.

"I came to see you not because I was afraid of you, but just to warn you one last time, don't play tricks, otherwise I will marry Princess Jiu to Beiliang immediately."

Concubine Zhen smiled lightly and said, "If the empress is really not guilty at all, why bother to warn me not to play tricks?"

The queen looked at him coldly.

Concubine Zhen raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Is the queen really willing to give everything up to others?"

The queen's expression showed no fluctuation: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Concubine Zhen rolled up her wide sleeves and said: "My younger sister may have not respected the queen enough in the past, but in my younger sister's heart, I have never thought that a phoenix would frighten a phoenix. The phoenix is ​​the head of all birds, and my younger sister is just a phoenix. No matter how high you fly, you will always be under the queen's wings."

The queen snorted: "The more I talk about this palace, the more confused I become."

Concubine Zhen closed her smile, and said seriously: "Sister knows about the Queen and Prince Jing!"

The queen's heart tightened suddenly.

Concubine Zhen took a panoramic view of her momentary panic, raised her eyebrows triumphantly, and said: "You have controlled the emperor and put him under house arrest!"

The queen's heart sank little by little when she mentioned her throat, straightened her back, and picked up the teacup on the table neither salty nor weak.

Concubine Zhen frowned in confusion, was she dazzled by the guilty expression just now?Now the queen clearly has no fear at all... I can't guess wrong, the queen must have calmed down in time.With a flash of thought, Concubine Zhen regained her victorious look: "I guessed it right, you guys are working together. This is weird, the relationship between Jing Shizi and the queen doesn't seem to be very close, why should he help the queen to stabilize the overall situation?" What? Is it what I guess? Is the queen helping him stabilize the situation?"

The Queen's hand holding the tea cup paused slightly.

In the eyes of Concubine Zhen, this is a kind of acquiescence. Concubine Zhen continued: "Queen, why are you doing this? Is there no other way to survive? There are no eggs under the cover of the nest. You helped him seize the throne." , all of us must die!"

The queen said lightly: "These people do not include this palace and the prince."

Concubine Zhen was angry: "For your two lives, you betrayed everyone?!"

The queen said in a calm manner: "How can this be called betrayal? The overall situation is settled. Whether I help him or not, he will be the last emperor. I just accelerated the process. It is better to save three lives than to die all of them." it is good."

Concubine Zhen was stunned: "Three lives?" Besides the queen and the prince, are there other people?
The queen sneered: "Why do you think your son's arrest warrant was revoked?"

"It's... Prince Jing?" Concubine Zhen was stunned.

The queen said, "That's right, he let your son go."

Concubine Zhen said sarcastically, "But he also plotted against the second prince to kill his father! First trampling people into a mud pit, and then pulling them up, who cares about this kind of redemption?"

The queen smiled lightly and said: "You don't need to be rare, but your son appreciates it." The second prince didn't have any rumors, which meant that he had given up his grievances with Jingxi.

Concubine Zhen was so angry that she pinched the orchid grass to pieces.

The queen glanced at it, too lazy to speak.

Concubine Zhen took a deep breath, and stuffed the emotions that were on the verge of explosion back to the bottom of her heart: "I didn't come here to talk to the queen, I came to give the queen a chance to choose."

The Queen scoffed disdainfully.

Concubine Zhen took out a scroll from her wide sleeve and handed it to the queen.

The queen opened the scroll, and there was a portrait of a man. The man in the painting was handsome and elegant, ethereal and dust-free, with eyes that were so clean that there was no trace of impurities. Staring at the person looking at the portrait from the portrait, the queen felt that her heart had been washed. Fan, such clean eyes!
"Who is this?" the queen asked in shock.

Concubine Zhen smiled and said, "Murong Jing's adoptive father, Murong Feng."

"It's him?" After all, Murong Jing is the second son of Prince Jing, and she is also her nephew. Unfortunately, she has never really shouldered him. It is said that he resembles Jing Xi so much that even the emperor can't tell. the difference.I thought his adoptive father was a middle-aged man who was about the same age as King Jing, but the portrait clearly showed a young man in his thirties.

Seeming to see the Queen's surprise, Concubine Zhen said: "He was just ten years old when he picked up Murong Jing. He has a good family background, but he has been practicing in the temple for the sake of Buddhism. Murong Jing also grew up in the temple."

"Get to the point," said the Queen.

Concubine Zhen cleared her throat, raised her chin and said, "Murong Feng is from Beiliang who lives in seclusion in Yancheng."

"Northern Liang?" The queen was shocked.

Concubine Zhen said: "That's right, their ancestors belonged to a meritorious family in Beiliang. They left Beiliang for some reason and changed their surname to Murong to live in seclusion in Yancheng. Beiliang and Dazhou have been at war for many years, but King Jing's son has Beiliang. Liang's adoptive father, Empress, don't you think all this is too coincidental?"

The queen squinted at her: "What do you want to say?"

Concubine Zhen clapped her hands, and patted off the bluegrass sticking to her palms and fingertips: "I want to say, Bei Liang hasn't suffered from Da Zhou for so many years, why did he lose to Jing Xi this time? Answer."

The queen's pupils shrank: "This is not the truth."

Concubine Zhen smiled wantonly: "Of course not, but the queen can use it to get rid of Jingxi, can't she? The queen dare not deal with Jingxi because she is afraid of Jingxi's power, but now there is an opportunity to uproot him, the queen really wants to waste it Drop it? Think about the prince, think about the dragon chair, the queen really...don't want it?"

Jingxi took out the letter from the sachet around Xiaobao's neck, read it with a smile, picked up his pen, and replied, "I miss you too, go to bed early."

Sishui Hutong
Murong Jing was almost doing well, the family of three sat together for dinner, Murong Feng was still the same as in the temple, not eating meat, Murong Jing was not bad at the beginning, but was fooled twice by Lin Miaomiao, and ate two The so-called vegetarian roast goose has since disappeared on the road of eating meat.

After dinner, Gu Qingluan played a few games of chess with his son, Murong Jing's chess skills were worse than Lin Miaomiao's, Gu Qingluan was really worried about how to play worse than him.

"Jing'er, it's time to rest." Murong Feng said.

"Understood, dad." Murong Feng put away the chessboard, tidied up the things on the table, and then returned to his room.

Gu Qingluan looked at Murong Feng and smiled slightly: "You should rest too."

"it is good."

Even so, he spread a mat outside Gu Qingluan's gate, sat on the floor, and recited scriptures for Gu Qingluan.

It has been a few months, and this habit is almost irreversible, but now it is the severe winter, and I am still sitting outside, fearing that I will freeze to death.

Outside, it was snowing heavily.

Gu Qingluan closed the window and said towards the door: "There is no need to chant scriptures, you can go back to sleep, I can sleep."

Murong Feng was still reciting scriptures.

Gu Qingluan opened the door, and the snowflakes were danced by the cold wind and fell on his shoulders one after another. Gu Qingluan's heart was touched when he saw it, and he said, "Come in."

Murong Feng followed her into the room, the room was much warmer, but his expression didn't change much.

He opened the scriptures and continued to read.

Gu Qingluan originally asked him to come in because he wanted him to warm up and drink a cup of hot tea before leaving, but he recited the scriptures without distraction. Gu Qingluan didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh: "Monk, monk!"

"Huh?" Murong Feng looked at her, "Is there something wrong, Qingluan?"

Gu Qingluan said: "Lonely men and widows are in the same room, are you really just chanting scriptures? Can't you do anything else?"

Murong Feng thought for a while: "Then... play chess?"

Gu Qingluan was so choked that he lost his temper, walked over, and knelt down opposite him: "Didn't you get engaged to me a long time ago? We used to... the same..." I wanted to say "simple", paused, and changed Wei asked, "What did we do when we were alone?"

"Before? I recite scriptures for you, and you give needles."

It is so boring?

It's not like her Gu Qingluan's style. When she was chasing King Jing back then, she pushed King Jing down in the past few months.

Gu Qingluan's mood is a bit complicated. In all fairness, Murong Feng is a good man, and he is used to seeing the young men in the capital, but for someone like him, it is a white moonlight shining in his heart.

It would be a lie to say that there is no feeling at all, but it is not entirely true to say how much love is falling apart.The life with King Jing is like walking on a raging fire, full of vigor, great love and great hatred, can fly to the clouds when happy, and fall into purgatory when sad.The days with Murong Feng didn't have many ups and downs, but they were smooth and warm.

It is enough to go through a lifetime of strong winds and waves. Perhaps this life should be spent in peace and stability.

"Didn't you do what we did last time with her?" She asked, stroking his lips with her slender fingers.

Murong Feng remembered that sweet and soft kiss, and blushed: "I've only done it with you."

"Before or now?"

"It was last time."

Gu Qingluan curled his lips into a smile: "Haven't you ever held hands?"

Murong Feng shook his head.

Oh my god, this man is so clean that you want to bite him.

Gu Qingluan's hand stroked his cheek, and slowly moved to his chest. She could feel his breathing quickened, and her hand slid all the way down, covering an indescribable place: "I have relieved it myself. ?"

Murong Feng's blood surged up, his whole face flushed red: "...no, no, but sometimes...will...dream..."

The speaking voice had already begun to tremble.

Gu Qingluan slowly approached him, and whispered in his ear: "Then it was me you dreamed about?"

Murong Feng nodded, the pain began to swell there, and a strange and strange feeling was spreading from there to all the limbs, as if something was about to explode...

Gu Qingluan took his hand that he didn't know where to put it, put it around his slender waist, then closed his eyes, and kissed his lips lightly.

He froze and remained silent for a moment, then suddenly turned over and pressed Gu Qingluan under him...

Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
In a daze, Gu Qingluan heard a knock on the door, and she said wearily and hoarsely: "It seems that someone is knocking on the door..."

Murong Feng opened his eyes, woke up from his sleep, and said to her: "I'll go and have a look."

"Yeah." Gu Qingluan nestled under the quilt like a lazy kitten.

Murong Feng stroked her delicate shoulders, and kissed her lightly: "Qingluan, you are so kind, really, so kind."

Gu Qingluan closed his eyes and couldn't help smiling.

"How am I?" he asked.

Gu Qingluan hummed suspiciously, and then realized what he was asking, lazily curling the corners of his lips: "Alright."

"Can I still do this tomorrow?" He was like a child who suddenly tasted sweetness and couldn't wait for the next candy.

"No." Gu Qingluan yawned, "I'm tired."

"Why are you tired lying there?" he asked solemnly.

Gu Qingluan couldn't hold back anymore, and laughed out loud: "Go and open the door."

Murong Feng tucked in the quilt for her, put on a cloak, and went to the front yard to open the door.

In the wind and snow, the lantern under the porch was blown left and right, and the candlelight flickered on the face of the uninvited guest. It was undoubtedly a delicate and beautiful face, but it was very strange.

Murong Feng asked: "Girl, who are you looking for?"

She looked at him fixedly, her eyes turned red: "Brother Feng, I'm Qingluan!"

(End of this chapter)