The Red Mansions

Chapter 1159 Queen Song’s maiden name... (At the end of the month, please vote for me!)
Jinling, Ningguofu
Just when the Xue sisters were having "deep sisterly love", Zhen Lan also held Zhen Xi's hand and returned to the courtyard where the back house was located. The two of them came to the side room and sat down.

Zhen Lan took Zhen Xi's little hand, with a proud look on her face, and said softly: "What do I say? Brother Heng will definitely win the war, right?"

There is no one in the whole family who is as knowledgeable about military matters as she is, and even Chai Dai and the others can't compare to her.

Zhen Xi's beautiful face was slightly startled, she pursed her pink lips, and said softly: "Brother Heng is good at fighting, so he could have won."

A look of longing appeared on Zhen Lan's pretty face, and she said softly: "So it is certain that Brother Heng will be named the county king in the future."

This is Zhen Lan's ideal husband, but it's a pity that there are too many women around him.

Zhen Xi nodded, thinking on her palm-sized face.

Zhen Lan's beautiful face was stunned, and she said warmly: "But this time it is probably a marriage to the Xue family girl. Brother Heng, he was promoted from a marquis to a first-class duke within one year. It is impossible to give him another reward this time, otherwise There is no way to seal them. If we don’t use self-defeating measures, we will be even more suspicious."

Therefore, it is reasonable to ask for a royal title for the girl of the Xue family this time. Moreover, after this incident, the whole world knew that women were the weak point of Duke Wei.

Zhen Xi pursed her pink lips and said softly: "It's not that Brother Heng has just married the princess and the princess, so it's not good for him to get married again. I'm afraid it will damage the Tian family's face."

"Since the daughter of the Mongolian prince was granted the title of Mrs. Yu by the palace and married to Brother Heng, there is no need to worry about affecting the clan's reputation in the future." Zhen Lan's bright eyes flickered and she said softly.

Although the civil servant group mentioned that Jia Heng was not capable of serving as a minister, they undoubtedly looked down upon him a bit in their hearts.

There is no need to worry about fishing for fame and reputation like Wang Mang, and raising a scholar's reputation.

From the perspective of Emperor Chongping, there was no need to worry about Jia Heng rebelling.

The courtiers were more worried that Duke Wei would control the government as a relative and disrupt the government.

"That princess doesn't care much either." Zhen Lan said.

If it was her...

Zhen Xi's starry eyes flashed and she said softly: "Sister Xianning and Sister Chanyue both have generous temperaments."

Zhen Lan looked at her sister, chuckled, and joked: "My sister is calling me sister now. I wonder if they recognize you as a sister."

A faint blush appeared on Zhen Xi's cheeks, and she said in a voice as light as a mosquito: "We all serve Brother Heng, so we should be treated like sisters."

Zhen Lan said: "When someone has a child in the future, the child will be born to the wife, but what about the sister? It's just a side room, so why is it different?"

"Sister said such things again." Zhen Xi's aura-like eyebrows moved slightly, and she said softly: "She is a noble person from Tianhuang, and we can't compare with her."

Zhen Lan's clear eyes flickered and she said: "If we can't compete now, we may not be able to let them stay down and be small in the future."

Zhen Xi's beautiful face was slightly startled, she pursed her pink lips and lowered her head to think about something.

If she were granted the title of concubine, she would be comparable to her.

Even though Zhen Xi has a calm temperament, it is inevitable that she will be affected by this environment.

This means that when Sha Baitian entered the harem in a "female competition" environment, she gradually became unconscious of the influence of her status, and then developed a desire to compare, and even worse, she began to harm others.

Well, the old society turned people into ghosts...

A winter moon hangs high in the sky, the moonlight is as bright as silver, like mist and veil, and in the courtyard where Daiyu lives -

Daiyu's slender face, illuminated by candlelight, was as bright as red clouds. Under her smoky eyebrows, her pair of dazzling starry eyes looked at the girl opposite.

Not far away was Princess Qinghe Li Chanyue, while Song Yan went to play with Tanchun and Xiangyun. The little princess looked at the girl not far away, looked around, and said softly: "Sister Lin is here. It’s so elegant.”

Daiyu looked at Li Chanyue with starry eyes and said softly: "Sister Chanyue is too praised."

Compared with the carefree Princess Xianning, Li Chanyue has a gentle temperament, has the charm of a talented woman, and is more thoughtful. She is also more playful with Daiyu, and they usually treat each other as sisters.

Song Yan, on the other hand, played more with the children in Xiangyun.

Li Chanyue's petite face showed a look of longing as she said, "Mr. Xiao Jia, I didn't know if I could come back before the year."

Daiyu said softly: "Didn't Third Sister say that there are still things to deal with?"

Li Chanyue's clear eyes showed thoughts, and she said softly: "But soldiers are also homesick. They always want to reunite with their relatives during the New Year."

While the two were talking, Li Chanyue Yurong hesitated for a moment, looked at Daiyu, and said softly: "How did Sister Lin settle down with Mr. Xiao Jia?"

Daiyu's heart trembled when she heard this and said, "Sister Chanyue...what, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Really, can you ask her this?
They don't seem to be well enough to communicate with each other, right?

Although sooner or later we will exchange experiences on using "Xiao Jiaheng", but even talking about it now involves Daiyu's privacy.

However, because Li Chanyue is the princess after all.

Li Chanyue took Daiyu's bare hand, looked at Daiyu with bright eyes, and said in a soft voice, a little shyly: "I feel that Mr. Xiao Jia likes Sister Lin very much. I just want to ask my sister why I want to ask Mr. Xiao Jia so much." like?"

Daiyu: "..."

"Sister Chanyue, what are you talking about?" Daiyu's face turned as pink as snow. When she mentioned her feelings for Jia Heng in front of outsiders, she couldn't help but feel extremely shy.

Li Chanyue said softly: "Tell me, I won't tell anyone else."

Daiyu's palm-sized face turned red with embarrassment, and she said softly: "Why do you ask me this?"

Li Chanyue said: "I'm just curious."

She wanted to hear the stories of Sister Lin and Mr. Jia. She thought they would be more lively and interesting than her ordinary stories.

A smile appeared on Daiyu's crystal-clear face, and she pursed her pink lips. She was still a little shy for a moment, but there were sweet memories in her eyes, and she whispered: "It's been a long time since I mentioned it. At that time, Brother Heng was right I took good care of me. My health was not very good at that time, and Brother Heng was no less..."

Li Chanyue listened quietly to the girl's words in a pleased tone.

Of course, Daiyu would not talk about the story of Mu Yangmei and the love affair between the two, but more of the warm daily details.

"Where's Sister Chanyue?" After Daiyu finished speaking, her cheeks turned red with embarrassment. Under her smoky eyebrows, her bright eyes looked at Li Chanyue and she said softly.

As time passed, Daiyu seemed to be able to detect a lingering melancholy between the girl's eyebrows.

Li Chanyue's eyes flickered and she said, "Mr. Xiao Jia is very kind to me. I just married Mr. Xiao Jia with my cousin."

For some reason, the girl couldn't help but feel a sense of sourness in her heart.

They all have various stories with Mr. Jia, but she is missing these bits and pieces.

However, Mr. Xiao Jia must also like her talent.

Thinking of the lingering love when they were newlyweds, Li Chanyue's thoughts were a little complicated and inexplicable. Unfortunately, she was not a princess.

Daiyu's pretty face showed a thoughtful look, and she said softly: "Sister Chanyue, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Li Chanyue glanced at the sky outside and said softly: "Okay, it's getting late, so I won't disturb Sister Lin's rest."

He chuckled lightly, looked at Daiyu, and said softly: "When Mr. Xiao Jia has accomplished his merits, he can ask Sister Lin for a marriage."

With that said, he stood up and left.

When Li Chanyue left, Zicuckoo came out from behind the screen and said, "Girl, this little princess is weird."

Daiyu's bright starry eyes were covered with a hazy mist, her mind moved slightly, and she said softly: "Maybe she has something on her mind."

"She was given a marriage by the palace, and she was married by a matchmaker... She shouldn't be so depressed." Zijuan said softly.

Daiyu's beautiful face was thoughtful, and she whispered: "People will envy others what they don't have."

Zicuckoo: "..."

What did the girl say?

Daiyu Jianyan frowned, her bright starry eyes were bright and clear, and she said softly: "Wash your feet and have a rest."

Zicuckoo brought a basin of steaming hot water over, raised her face, and said, "Uncle Heng has made great contributions this time. Miss Xue should be able to ask for a royal title."

A look of sadness appeared on Daiyu's bright and beautiful face, and she said softly: "That's about it."

Zicuckoo said: "Actually, the girl is not young anymore, and the master also knows about the marriage between the girl and the uncle, so he should find an opportunity to settle it down."

Daiyu said softly: "There's no need to rush him, he has arrangements, so don't talk about it these days."

To a certain extent, Aunt Xue and her daughter are negative examples. They make a lot of jokes. Although the golden hairpins in the garden don't say it, they know it.

As for Sister Feng, she returned to the courtyard, with a look of confusion on her beautiful and charming face.Ping'er said: "Grandma, hot water."

Sister Feng's expression was gloomy, her slender, white jade hands gently caressed her belly, and she said in a quiet voice: "Ping'er, why isn't there any movement in my belly?"

Ping'er: "..."

Grandma started to sigh again these days. Do you really want a child?

Ping'er said softly: "Grandma may be too overworked. Besides, we don't get together ten or eight times. How could we have a child so soon?"

"Yes, not many times in total." Sister Feng's frowning slender eyebrows spread a little, and her beautiful face turned as red as haze due to shame.

But every time it was... full.

Ping'er: "..."

How many more times will grandma think about it?
Under Sister Feng's willow-shaped eyebrows, Wan Danfeng's eyes showed a trace of thought, and she said softly: "I originally thought that it would be better to have a safe pregnancy here in the south of the Yangtze River, and it would also be a cover-up. But when I returned to the capital, I didn't know what to do. .”

That enemy always... What if she had a child in the capital, how would outsiders see her?

As Ping'er spoke, he quickly approached Sister Feng and said warmly: "Grandma, have you ever heard that sentence? If you want to plant flowers, they will not live, but if you don't want to plant willows, they will provide shade. Grandma is begging for them now, but they are not. When she relaxes, she will be there. ”

Sister Feng nodded and said, "That's what you said."

Ping'er washed Sister Feng's feet and said softly: "Grandma, it's getting late. Let's rest early."

Sister Feng said "Yes", put her pair of jade feet like tender water chestnuts into the bed, lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and seemed to recall the young man's face that she thought about day and night.

No more words for one night.

……

……

Hangzhou

A large ship was moored at the ferry, and the sails were slowly lowered. A group of royal cavalry, palace maids, and nuns on the ship got off the ship one after another and stood guard on the shore. At the same time, they set up silk curtains to block their sight and prevent Someone is watching Feng Jia.

Empress Song wears a jade crown on her head, a light yellow dress with wide sleeves, and a high belt. Her plump and graceful body is set off by her exquisite body. At this moment, she looks towards the towering city of Hangzhou in the distance, with fragrant skin and jade skin. A look of joy appeared on her white and jade face.

After many years, she finally returned to her hometown, which held the good times of her boudoir girl.

Scenes of when she was young, holding her sister's hand and outing on the outskirts of Hangzhou, seemed to flash before the beauty's eyes.

If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with you, it's not like a young man traveling.

An indescribable sadness filled the beauty's heart.

At this time, Zhejiang Governor Liu Zhen, Chief Envoy Feng Jingming, Hangzhou Magistrate Mu Chuanfu and other relevant officials had been waiting at the ferry for a long time.

In addition, the third son of the Song family, Song Jing, also led the Song family members to wait beside the river bank.

"Mother, everyone is here." Liang Wang Chen Wei said softly with a broad smile on his slightly sinister face.

Empress Song nodded, her beautiful eyes were as gentle as water, and said: "I told you to keep the greeting ceremony simple. I don't want there to be so many people. You go talk to the officials in Zhejiang. I and your third uncle will go home first." , look at your grandpa."

Chen Wei responded to the order and went to talk to officials in Zhejiang.

Queen Song also summoned Song Jing.

After a while, Song Jing, the third eldest son of the Song family, boarded the ship, entered the cabin, bowed to the Queen of Song, and said, "I have seen the Queen. She is a thousand years old."

Empress Song quickly stretched out her hand to help her, and said softly: "Third brother, please get down without any ceremony."

"How is your father now?" Empress Song had a look of concern on her beautiful face, and her voice was soft and round.

Song Jing had a look of sadness on her face and said softly: "Mother, my father has suffered from vomiting and diarrhea many times since he got home, and he has become thinner day by day. After the doctor took medicine, everything is fine now."

A look of worry appeared on Queen Song's face and she said, "Then I'll wait and see."

When King Liang went to meet the officials of the Hangzhou Prefecture who were waiting for him, Queen Song also got into the carriage with the attendants of the nuns who were waiting for her. Under the protection of the nuns and female officials, she drove majestically toward the edge of the West Lake. Go to the Song family villa.

Hangzhou Mansion, Song House
Under the guidance of her younger brother Song Jing, Queen Song walked through the corridors and pavilions until she came to the familiar back house. As she looked, she saw the rugged rocks, plants and trees in the courtyard. Quite a bit dazed.

"Empress." Song Jing called softly.

Queen Song returned to her thoughts and headed towards the back house with Song Jing.

In the backyard room, Old Mrs. Song was lying on a bed, covered with a thick quilt. His old face was covered with age spots, and his palms were like withered pine trees. This white-headed old man who was active in the Longzhi Dynasty was nearly [-] years old. .

"Sir, the Queen is here." At this time, Grandma entered the hall and whispered to Song Taigong.

Song Taigong opened his eyes, snorted softly, and stared.

Song Jing's wife and a group of concubines hurriedly discussed and helped him and put pillows on them so that Song Taigong could talk.

After a while, I saw a beautiful woman in a light yellow dress walking over quickly, choking with tears: "Father."

Queen Song stared at Taigong Song on the bed, her nose felt sore, and her charming eyes were filled with tears.

Song Taigong stretched out a pair of old hands. Under his gray eyebrows, his old eyes couldn't help but squint. In a trance, he seemed to see the beauty and whispered: "Tian Niu'er is back."

There are two sisters from the Song family. When Empress Song was a child, her nickname was Tian Niu'er, and her maiden name was Tian. However, her younger sister, Concubine Duanrong, was called Song Shu, and her nickname was Shu Niu'er.

Empress Song was indeed sweet when she was young, with a temperament that was gentle and waxy like that of a Jiangnan woman. It was only after she entered the deep palace that her youthfulness in the boudoir gradually faded away.

Empress Song came gracefully and gracefully, sat close and held Song Taigong's hand. Her jade face was as bright as the clouds, her pink lips were slightly parted, and she said softly: "Father, I'm back."

If her father hadn't given her and her younger sister to King Yong, she wouldn't be as wealthy as she is today.

Song Taigong looked at the beauty in a daze and said repeatedly: "It will be good to come back, it will be good to come back."

Song Jing on the side said: "My father's memory has been a little confused recently. Sometimes he talks about the past and calls my mother's name."

Song Jing and Queen Song's mother had passed away seven or eight years ago.

Empress Song nodded, and the beauty sat gracefully, listening to the old lady Song talk about the past.

……

……

On the vast sea, warships as tall as a city cut through the waves and sailed towards Hangzhou.

On the flag ship flying the flag with the word "Han", the soldiers walking outside holding halberds all wore thick cotton-padded jackets, holding swords and guns in their hands, and wearing armor, walking back and forth.

As we enter the twelfth lunar month, the climate becomes colder and cloudier, and there are gradually signs of snow.

In the cabin, under a standing cabinet with books and atlases, a young man in a python suit sat on an imperial chair, holding a book in his hand. A look of contemplation could not help but appear on Qing Jun's face.

This is an atlas about Taiwan's Dingkou. The island originally had aborigines, with a population of about [-], mainly relatives of pirates and merchants who came to the island to do business.

"Governance does not happen overnight." Jia Heng said with emotion.

At this moment, accompanied by a burst of familiar light footsteps, a slim and beautiful girl walked into the cabin, her face as cold as icebergs and snow lotus, and said: "I've cooked some Tremella and Lotus Seed Soup for you, try it first. .”

With that said, he put down a steaming soup bowl and filled Jia Heng with Tremella Fungus and Lotus Seed Soup.

Jia Heng put down the book in his hand, pondered for a moment, and said softly: "Is there any news about Hauge?"

"Dong Qian and Shui Yu have been chasing after them, and there is no news yet." Chen Xiao said as he handed over the Tremella Lotus Seed Soup.

Jia Heng took the soup bowl, held the spoon to spread the heat, and said softly: "How far are we from Hangzhou Prefecture?"

Chen Xiao thought for a while and said, "It's only two days' journey at most."

Jia Heng gently scooped a mouthful, it was sweet and delicious, and Xiaoxiao's craftsmanship was beyond praise. He said softly: "I don't know if I can make it in time. I asked you to deliver a message to Jinyi Mansion in Hangzhou Mansion to let them take precautions as soon as possible. Can I send it to you?" Has it passed?"

If Hauge landed in Hangzhou from Hangzhou Bay and trapped Empress Song in a tight siege, there would inevitably be criticism from the government and the public, but as long as Hauge's troops were annihilated, it would be nothing.

Chen Xiao said: "It has been assigned. If there is danger, we will definitely protect Hangzhou Fucheng as soon as possible. Why are you still worried?"

After Jia Heng finished the Tremella Fungus and Lotus Seed Soup, he put down the soup bowl and said softly: "Let the ship speed up. I feel a little uneasy in my heart."

If it were just Hauge, it might not be so complicated, but he didn't forget that there was Chen Yuan, who was secretly planning to assassinate Empress Song.

(End of this chapter)