Heartburn

"The royal husband, please stay. Your majesty has ordered that no one can enter." The guard's answer had been expected, even if he was unhappy, it didn't happen immediately.

If it were in the past, I wouldn't be entangled too much, but now it's about that person, but I can't stand idly by-even if I angered the emperor, I would not hesitate.

"Get out of the way, I want to see your majesty if there is something important in this palace!" Relying on the guards who didn't dare to really do it, I didn't care about the imperial husband's restraint. I pushed her abruptly away and I was going to rush in-the next moment, the door opened first. Up.

The people in the room walked out and bowed their hands to me, with a gentle smile on their faces, but there was no smile in their eyes: "Weichen has seen the royal husband... Your Majesty, please go in." After finishing speaking, he did not wait. I promised and left without looking back.

——As expected of her most favored counselor, even I don't care about it.

Unintentionally pursued her rudeness, and hurriedly walked into the house; only one person in the room was quietly reviewing the memorials-the green temples and Zhu Yan, handsome and unrequited, it was my wife and lord, the most honorable woman in the world.

Concentrated, I suppressed the anxiety in my heart, and bowed: "See Your Majesty."

She just didn't know, she was still reading the memorial seriously, and the sound of flipping through the paper was exceptionally clear.

After a while, when my legs couldn’t help shaking, I heard her close the memorial and said leisurely: “Get up... , Do not hesitate to defy the imperial decree and break into my study?"

"Your Majesty Rongxin, the slave heard that His Royal Highness Ling's ceremonial guard met an assassin, and she herself was injured by the assassin, and her life was at stake..."

"I heard?" Before I finished speaking, she hummed and interrupted, "If I remember correctly, this is the second time you have heard about King Ling... Heh, I don't know. In the palace, the imperial husband’s ears and eyes are so well-versed, I’m afraid it’s not much better than my spy."

"Your Majesty..." She avoided my question, but the rhetorical question taught me speechless--could she have discovered the person my mother had placed in the guard?

If she uprooted all the hidden piles of the Lu family, not to mention that I will no longer rely on it in the future; I am afraid that my mother will be the first to clean up me after so hard planning for so long.

However, when I thought that the man might be hanging by a thread, I couldn’t control the rest: “The slave knew that there was a valley outside the city of Rongxi, and there was a Dr. Wei Shuwei in the valley, known as the Poison Fairy-from Rongxi to Xining. It only takes three hours, it is better to send someone to pick up the poisonous fairy..."

Just listen to her sneer, and analyze it unhurriedly: "Have the royal husband considered, if she can't survive three hours? Besides, who can guarantee that the poisonous immortal is not the one who has gained a reputation? If the medical skills are not good, Instead, he killed King Ling, what should I do?"

"This..." I was also asked for a while, but I couldn't answer it.

"Okay, you don't need to worry about King Ling's affairs, I have my own decision... step back." She waved her hand indifferently, and she drew a new memorial from the table and looked at it. Obviously she didn't want to talk to him again. Let me talk more.

Even if I am not reconciled, I also know that this is her bottom line-if I still struggle, I am afraid that the position of the royal husband will change hands.

It seems that we can only find another way.

I condensed all my emotions, gritted my teeth and saluted: "The slave retire."

She continued to stare at the memorial in her hand unheard of, her straight eyebrows outlined a cold arc, her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, which was very different from the well-known Wen Yaqian.

As her Zhengjun, I know that this is her true temperament.

——My wife, Kuang Xiqing, is the coldest and coldest woman I have ever seen.

"Langcui, take the sign of this palace, and quickly go to the mansion to invite the second lady." As soon as I returned to the bedroom, I asked the personal attendant to go out of the palace to do business-he is the son of my Lu Mansion and followed me since childhood. , Is also one of the few people I can trust in this deep palace.

Since the road to help the emperor is not working, I can only hope that the younger sister who does not grow up-I only hope that she can recite the affection of her childhood, and don't shirk it.

Langcui took the token and hurriedly left, but I could only wait in the bedroom, silently praying for the person's safety.

While hesitating, my eyes fell on the painting on the wall inadvertently, and my thoughts drifted away—everyone thought that the person in this painting was my daughter, the emperor Yixuan; only I understood that the jade in the painting Xue's cute child is the Xihan of the year.

I still remember that the first time I saw her was when I was ten years old, and I followed my mother into the palace to meet the emperor.

It is said that the emperor's body is not very good, and he planned to choose a good husband for the emperors before going to the immortal. The servants in the backyard knew the news well, but no one dared to tell it on the face.

As the eldest son of Lu Heng, I am naturally qualified as a candidate for the imperial daughter Zhenghu.

After seeing the emperor, my mother deliberately took me on a detour in order to pass through the imperial garden of the imperial palace. The guards of the imperial palace were so tightly guarded that we were able to approach the imperial garden, even if we got the tacit approval of the emperor.

From this point, I vaguely guessed that the emperor has recognized me as one of her son-in-laws.

My mother took me to climb a rockery in the garden, pointing to a pavilion not far away, and said: "The two are His Royal Highness Xiqing and His Highness Xihan - one of them will be your future wife. "

I was so ashamed to hear it, but I couldn't help but peek at the direction my mother was pointing at. In the pavilion were two young girls about my age.

The elder is holding a book and reading with relish, with a calm temperament like an orchid in the empty valley; the younger one is wearing a double bun, wearing a red and white double embroidered short robe, looking radiant and beautiful, just like in a painting. Fairy boy; holding a butterfly kite in her hand, she is talking excitedly, but she has a flamboyant temperament—for some reason, my eyes fell on the little fairy boy, and I couldn’t look away anymore. .

The elder girl turned over the book in her hand for herself, ignored her, she was not discouraged, and circled around her with interest—too far apart, I couldn’t hear what she was talking about, just I think the one-in-one cherry **** are very cute.

If it were me, I couldn’t bear to refuse her no matter what. I hate that the older girl is indifferent, and she just reads the book by herself. It’s really disgusting--if I don’t remember who I am, I can’t help but go over and denounce her. Fan out.

Here I looked attentively, but my mother patted me on the head lightly and said in a deep voice, "Zhu'er, the hour is here, let's go back."

"...Yes." I nodded obediently, and reluctantly followed my mother down the rockery. Finally, I looked back and saw that the older girl finally couldn't bear the perseverance of the little fairy boy, and closed the book. On one side, he poked her forehead helplessly, took her hand and walked out of the pavilion... Maybe he took her to fly the kite.

I will never forget the brilliant smile on the face of the little fairy boy holding hands, just like a dazzling little sun, which makes people feel warm when they think of it.

Since then, the name of the three emperors Kuang Xihan has been engraved on my heart, and can never be erased.

My mother said that when I was born, a Taoist priest had fate, and asserted that I will be the imperial fate to rule the harem in the future-His Royal Highness Xihan is a daughter of the Central Palace, a well-known prince... Then, my future wife, Is it her?

This beautiful and secret prayer has been with me through the whole green years.

Although the little fairy boy whom I adore with all my heart has only her sister in the eyes and always ignores me, but as long as I can look at her from a distance, I will be infinitely happy.

However, things are impermanent, and the emperor died before I was about to be sixteen.

Along with the news of the emperor’s funeral, the second daughter Kuang Xiqing followed the emperor’s will and enthroned as the emperor’s decree.

When I received the imperial decree, I just felt that the sky had fallen.

Since then, I was taken care of by my mother, and I never got the slightest information about that person.

It wasn't until the day of my marriage with the new emperor that I finally saw the figure who was thinking about it day and night.

She was very thin, with a haggard look, and she was so thin that she could be blown away by the wind; the red jerseys over her body were empty and terrible, making her skin pale like fragile porcelain, which made people feel distressed.

"This cup, my sister Wang Jinghuang...husband, I wish you the same eyebrows, early, born, expensive, and female!" Her eyes were amazingly bright, although she was smiling, the smile was broken like crying.

My heart hurts like a knife, but I can only raise my glass and drink with her.

——Will she be so painful for me?

Thinking of this, some bitter sweetness was born from the extreme heartache.

On the night of the bridal chamber, I sat on the bed stupidly, waiting for the arrival of my wife.

At the time of the third watch, she finally came; even though it was difficult to conceal her steady emperor's attitude, her dangling steps still revealed a slight drowsiness.

Dismissed the attendant, she and I drank the Hebu Jiu, and fell asleep.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. After removing her shoes and socks, I carefully slept on the periphery of the bed, half an arm away from her-simply this imperial couch was extremely wide and could accommodate my dodge.

Pushing the tears back to my eyes, I quietly listened to her whispering as if the candle tears fell, thinking of the person's voice and smile in her mind, but finally fixed the look in her eyes looking at me before going to bed— -At that glance, it was as light as the snow on the top of a mountain, and as faint as the abyss of a cold pool, so cold that it seemed to freeze life.

I suddenly realized-presumably my wife's owner was unwilling to this marriage.

Fortunately, respecting each other like a guest without seeing each other is better than an undesirable resentment.

There is only one person in my heart, and I can’t tolerate another one... I’m just wondering: Who is it that teaches the supreme of the world but can’t ask for it; and who can teach my wife to fall in love?