Qing Dynasty Crossover

Chapter 607 Pay the Price

In the following days, Qi Luo stayed by Ling Zhu's side to take care of his seriously ill father.Qi Jue also rushed back, but Ling Zhu drove him back to the guard station, "Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety can't be both, I have your sister here, you go back to the army, Ama doesn't want you to delay the business." Ling Zhu knew, Emperor Yongzheng's gaze had already crossed the Mongolian grasslands, looked towards the west, and even looked towards North Korea and Japan across the sea.

In his heart, even if he died of a sudden illness, he would not want Qi Jue to delay these things. This is an opportunity to change history, and he will never give up.Qi Jue wanted to persuade him again, but Ling Zhu leaned on the couch, coughed and said angrily, "You don't listen to me anymore? Qi Jue, get the hell out of here. If you can't train the guards who look down upon you, I will kill you." Don't recognize your son, cough, cough, cough."

"Ama, calm down first." Qi Luo pulled up Qi Jue who was kneeling in front of the bed in military uniform, gave Dong a wink, pulled Qi Jue outside, and wanted to have a good talk with him.

"Why are you doing this? Don't you want to, Qi Jue?" Although Dong's mouth was displeased, she still rubbed Ling Zhu's chest carefully to make him feel comfortable, "Qiu Qiu is filial, come back to see you, and at this time There is no war, why do you have to blush and have a thick neck?"

"You don't understand, you don't understand." Ling Zhu stopped coughing, leaned his head on the bed sill, and said slowly, "Qi Jue is my proudest son. He belongs to the battlefield. Whether the spark left behind can start a prairie fire depends on him, no matter who is in power in the Manchu and Han Dynasties in the end, as long as that period of history is not repeated, I will be satisfied."

Wiping the corners of her eyes, Dong picked up the soup that was on the side, and silently fed it to Ling Zhu. She understood what her husband was thinking. The identity of Manchu had been on his heart since the day he crossed, and he never let it go. If it wasn't for his daughter and himself, what would he do?I'm afraid I really can't tell.

Outside the house, Qi Luo dragged the ball to the budding osmanthus tree. Seeing that there was no one else around, he let go of Qi Jue, leaned his back on the tree, and said calmly, "Qi Jue, you are the most proud of Ama." Son, your mission is to fulfill Ama's wish, that is the greatest filial piety."

"Sister." Qi Jue's eyes were red and he couldn't say a word. Qi Luo looked at Qiuqiu who was already two heads taller than her. The compelling Zhengrong, with every movement and stillness, exudes a bloody and sturdy aura that has been stained with blood on the battlefield. People cannot be myopic. He is an undefeated general. The bloody battle made him famous.

Qi Luo still wanted to treat Qiuqiu as if he was in his arms when he was a child, but found that his arms could no longer reach him. The regret in his eyes was more of relief, and he patted him on the shoulder, "Go back, I can only do it for you." You are filial, but you can inherit Ama's ambition."

Qi Jue looked down at his elder sister who had brought him up since he was a child. What he had said before came to his heart now, and he said softly, "Sister, you are the child that Amma loves the most."

"Well, Ama said that a daughter should be pampered. You can earn money with your sister." Qi Luo's eyes were a little sour, and he deliberately misinterpreted his meaning, and sighed, "Qi Jue, the responsibility of supporting the family and shining the lintel falls on On your shoulders, don't let Ama Erniang down."

Looking at Qi Luo's leaving back, Qi Jue beat his chest with his right hand, wiped the corners of his eyes with the sleeve of his robe, turned around and strode out, leading his entourage to beat the horse and whip, trampling the streets of the capital, because Qi Jue The horse he was riding was a wisteria horse bestowed by Yongzheng himself. Naturally, all the people would give way and gallop towards the Guards garrison unimpeded. The legitimate son of Gong Lingzhu is Qi Jue, who inherits the mantle and is better than blue.

"I heard that Duke Zhiyuan is critically ill? Even the empress went to the Duke's mansion, why did Marquis Yingwu leave the city instead? Looking at the direction, he was going to the Guards." Seeing this scene, the idle clans in the teahouse talked a lot, and Zhiyuan The father was seriously ill, and the queen came to the mansion to serve the decoction in person, but it was the hottest topic in the capital now.

"What do you know? This is where Duke Zhiyuan is cautious and loyal. Just watch, the emperor's grace will be even greater." One person put down the tea cup, patted the speaker on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Grandpa Zhiyuan was also criticized by you." Why don’t you shut up now, Duke Zhiyuan’s honor is all due to his military exploits, it’s earned by real swords and guns, so when is it your turn to make irresponsible remarks?”

"Don't dare, dare not." The commentator quickly shut up and talked about other things with the person next to him.Although Ling Zhu's reputation is mixed, there are people who admire him, and there are many who follow him as a role model, which is really rare.

Qi Luo did all Ling Zhu's medication and washing himself. Since it was midsummer and the weather was pleasant, Qi Luo often helped Ling Zhu go for a walk outside, and sat with him in the gazebo to gossip.Ling Zhu always talked about the past, many Qi Luo had already heard of it, but he still listened with interest, interjecting a few words from time to time, and Dong usually stayed by his side, the husband and wife did not need words, just a look understand each other's meaning.

"Ama, Erniang." Sensing their staring eyes, Qi Luo said enviously, "You are a natural husband and wife. According to the Bible, Erniang is your rib, and it is the only one that is missing. rib cage."

Ling Zhu was lying on the emerald green bamboo chair, shaking his fan, patted the armrest with a look of pride in his eyes, and asked, "Do you feel wronged? Or are you dissatisfied with him?"

"Ama." Qi Luo blushed, half-kneeling beside Ling Zhu, looking up at his father as he did when he was a child, and said in a low voice, "If I'm not satisfied, God won't be able to see me, although Some small grievances, but he has achieved the limit of what he can do in this era, I. It's not love, it's love, Ama, because of your promotion and title, let me become his Fujin, today's queen, his doting and trusting Let me indulge this relationship, worship and respect will really turn into love, how much I admired Emperor Yongzheng before, and now I have... love him so much."

"Daughter, he is worth it." Ling Zhu put down his fan, rested his withered hands on Qi Luo's head, moved his body, and sighed, "Ama can see all the things he did to you, and you didn't love him wrong , The emperor did not choose the wrong heir to the throne, he is the most suitable person for the country, and he is also the most suitable person for you."

Ling Zhu lightly tapped Qi Luo's chest with his fingers, closed his eyes and said to himself, "You were betrayed by your feelings and friendship, I was incompetent. God gave me another chance, although with your personality , whoever you marry as your wife, you will work hard to make yourself happy. But I entrusted you to the one who knows your temper best and can protect you. Watching your mother honor the world and enjoy the honor, I will be content in my life .”

Qi Luo bit her lip and sniffed her nose, seeing that her father was fast asleep, she picked up a fan and gently fanned it for him to dispel the heat.Seeing the deep wrinkles in the corners of her father's eyes and his waist that could no longer be straightened, Qi Luo felt very uncomfortable. When he was awake, he could hold back tears, and the tears rolled down from her eyes silently .

No matter how meticulous Dong Shi Qiluo was, he couldn't make Ling Zhu feel better. In August, when the sweet-scented osmanthus was in full bloom, Ling Zhu could no longer move around, and could only lie on the bed, sometimes falling asleep while talking. Most of the time, he was talking to himself, recalling his life, in which Kangxi often mentioned that the little things about the relationship between the monarch and his ministers were clearer now.

Qi Luo had just served Ling Zhu to lie down and fell asleep, and called softly, "Emiang, Amata." Dong Shi understood what her daughter wanted to say, shook her head slightly, pulled Qi Luo past, walked aside, and whispered, " Qi Luo, your father's life has been full of ups and downs. When he was young, he only had one close friend, but he was deceived and used by others. Since then, he has had no friends until he came here."

"Emiang, are you Ama who regards the late emperor as a friend? As a close buddy?"

Mrs. Dong nodded, and said with a sigh, "His blood is hot, and so is his heart. For 20 years, he has been a monarch and minister, from a humble official to a human minister. Although the former emperor was wrong, he trusted your father. The opportunity for him to show his ambitions, the kindness of knowing you, the love of companionship, coupled with your father's fear of that period of history, when they get along, they are like monarchs and ministers, like friends, useful and suspicious, even his Han heart is full of human body. How to put it that way, embarrassing and embarrassing, let him need a friend, a friend who has the ability to change history and make him feel at ease, that person can only be Emperor Kangxi."

Qi Luo fell into deep thought, and had heard many complaints from his father about Kangxi.She has some resentment towards Kangxi in her heart. Although Kangxi treated her well, but made her father who made military exploits bear the name of jester all his life. Ling Zhu's achievements were concealed under the reputation of Kangxi's favored minister. This is a pity for her father. Bar.

Ling Zhu once said that Qi Jue was a born soldier, but why not himself?Qi Luo knew that if it wasn't for their safety, how could he have flattered her with his father's personality?

"Qi Luo, there is friendship between men, and that's a feeling we can't understand." After leaving these words, Mrs. Dong returned to the bed and continued to fan Ling Zhu who was afraid of the heat, replacing the veil on his head, Wipe the sweat off his face.

"It turns out that Erniang is the one who understands Ama the most. They love each other and are inseparable." Qi Luo couldn't bear to spoil the atmosphere in front of the bed, walked around the screen lightly, stood by the open window, looked towards the direction of the Forbidden City, and twirled the ring in his hand , muttering to himself, "What are you doing again? When can we be like Ama and Erniang?"

Ps It’s three o’clock today, and the next one will be around three o’clock. This plot is painful to write, but it must be written. I think Ling Zhu’s life is complete at this time. Hehe, many people persuade me not to write, But I still stick to my opinion, I am still quite stubborn, I hope my persistence can make my friends understand that the kind of powerless sadness and cherishing the people in front of me are really not just talking.

(End of this chapter)