Imperial Favour

Huo Qiu's sword eyebrows were restrained, and he raised his eyes quickly, and said: "Jiaojiao, Gu will always dote on you."

For the first time in her life, she said these words in front of a woman. His Royal Highness felt that he was full of affection and sincerity.

He was not a heavy and lustful person, so for so many years, he had fallen in love with such an inconvenient thing. In the future, if he was born with a son, he would definitely be the Prince of the East Palace, and no one would be able to bully their mothers in the future.

However, if you say that Jiaofang is the only pet from now on, the prince finds it absurd that the royal family pays attention to the extension of the heirs. Now the ministers and vassals are already dissatisfied, but it is because she occupies the name of the concubine and concubine. No one else is dissatisfied.

But in the future, after leaving the East Palace, how the mother of a country should have to be measured.

Tang Zhuozhuo stood up, the blue and purple scars of an hour ago still remained under the snow-white skin covered with blue silk, which seemed a little shocking.

The two people who were still rubbing their ears and temples not long ago are now facing each other faintly in the room where the gloomy feeling has not completely dissipated.

She tilted her head and said nothing, her pointed nails ran across the tender flesh of her palm, and the man's eyes became deeper and deeper, like two sharp swords standing on top of her head. She stroked her sleeves, as if nothing had happened. Huo Qiu smiled: "His Royal Highness will naturally keep his concubine."

The pressure suddenly weakened, and Tang Zhuozhuo's expression under the light was dim and unclear. Looking at Huo Qiu's angle, it was clear that the corner of his mouth was slightly tilted.

I have been spoiled, that is, no matter how many new people enter the East Palace or even the future harem, no one can shake the status of the wife and son?

It's really true. A man always keeps his promises. Such a promise, after all, she is still earning.

There was no word for a while, the red candle flickered, incense bursts, Tang Zhuozhuo covered his lips and yawned, and there was some silver light in his eyes, and his voice was sleepy: "My concubine is sleepy."

Huo Qiu nodded slightly, and when she saw her on the bed, he sat on the edge of the bed and tucked the corner of the quilt for her, and then said: "I have something to do with the loneliness, and I will see you tomorrow."

He turned around and walked to the door and turned around again, grinning his face and said: "If you don't eat on time and are lonely and not forgiving, you should know the severity."

Emperor Qiongyuan is really hanging himself with soup pills. The atmosphere in Kyoto is getting tense day by day, but Qianqing Palace is still the same, heavily guarded. Except for the prince Huo Qiu and the queen, everyone else cannot enter. , Tang Zhuozuo took people there a few times, but it was just a gesture, and was kindly invited back.

The Sixth Prince and Concubine Yan were not accidentally blocked by the door, their faces twisted with anger, and the smiles on their faces could not be maintained.

Those officials in the court are the best at contemplating the holy intentions, just like a personal spirit. Looking at the situation, they naturally understand the situation, and for a while, they tacitly hide in the house to avoid disaster.

On the seventh day of August, Huo Qiu walked out of the Yiqiu Palace, with anger on his face that made everyone confused.

During lunch, Tang Zhuozuo ordered a few plates of milk cakes, digging a little bit with a spoon, and delivering them to his mouth. He couldn't see the slightest anxiety and depression. It was the same as usual, as if it were in the morning. She didn't care about it at all.

Listening to the movement in the room in the morning, An Xia saw the prince's angry appearance and the fragments of the flower pots scattered all over the floor, and she was nervous all morning.

But the master didn't move for a long time, eating and drinking when you should eat, nothing is the same.

It is true that the emperor is not in a hurry for the eunuch.

"Niang." An Xia couldn't help it a bit, standing behind Tang Zhuozhuo's rocking chair and said: "What happened to you and Your Highness? Why did you quarrel again?"

Anyone who saw this scene was a little flustered, after all, so many quarrels before were the same as today.

I'm afraid I'll be back before liberation again.

Tang Zhuozhuo's smile remained the same, and he didn't even lift his eyelids. He just waved his hand and said indifferently: "It's okay. Your Royal Highness is just busy with political affairs recently, and I'm upset when thinking of something. It has nothing to do with us. ."

An Xia was so familiar with this rhetoric that her eyelids twitched when she heard these words. Look, it’s better than anything.

You see, your Highness is angry because of the court affairs, which has nothing to do with me, and I can't do anything about it.

When everyone was gone, Tang Zhuozhuo rubbed his forehead and sat down in front of the makeup box to examine the scar on his face. After so many days, the scar was almost healed, if not for a closer look, There must be no trace.

She shook the luster and warm jade bracelet on her wrist. There was water slowly surging inside her head, which was put on her by the moody man this morning.

Thinking of this, Tang Zhuozhuo endured, and after all he snorted coldly, letting the bracelet fall to the ground and broke into pieces.

That man would be prestigious, and an ancient precious porcelain vase in her palace would be broken when he was unhappy. The anger was so inexplicable, he didn't want to ask a few questions.

Huo Qiu, who had only started a fire in the main hall, was not able to calm down until dinner, but the look was really not good. After waiting for a day, the woman not only didn't come, but she didn't even say a word. Stop talking, I'm afraid she doesn't even remember him.

That night, it was three more days after Huo Qiu finished his review of Zhezi. He put the pen and rubbed his eyebrows, pressing down angrily in his heart and asked: "What is the prince?"

Li Desheng's head was so low that he couldn't lower his head, and asked what the two masters are making trouble again? The princess was obviously more sensible and obedient in the past two days. Why was his Royal Highness not only unhappy, but also made such a big fire when he entered Yiqiu Palace?

"Back to your Highness, this hour, the empress has stopped."

Huo Qiu couldn't help squeezing the palm of his hand. He thought that he would be a little clean after leaving her, but now it seems that he has always been the one who can't let go of his heart. This has been the case for three years.

In the past three to five days, the woman has been acting under her nose!

It shows that she was blindly respectful and decent, and she has changed the same as a person. She is like a princess who can't be more qualified. Everything that she should do is dripping and can't find the slightest fault.

Even when he caught Tang Zhuozuo from the bed for questioning this morning, the woman still used a sleepy voice to persuade him to get wet with rain and dew, and to take a look at nearby places.

It seemed that the person who grabbed his sleeve and told him not to go to Yuxi Palace that day only appeared in an illusory dream.

Huo Qiu was upset, he had always been resolute and resolute, he was alone in the woman's body. Tang Zhuozuo's abnormality began in the evening. Now that she is knowledgeable and not noisy, he feels that his heart is empty. Until the rain and dew in the morning, he almost strangled her heart.

Thousands of calculations, Dudu did not count that she was so free and easy, now in this situation, the person who can't let go anyway has become His Royal Highness.

The cold war began again between the two masters of the East Palace.

This cold, until the eve of August 15.

Tang Zhuozhuo was also accustomed to a leisurely life. If Huo Qiu didn't come, she didn't have to move her face up, it wasn't her fault.

It was just that on this day, she was a little upset, because according to the trajectory in the previous life, Emperor Qiongyuan died at noon on this day.

In the Qianqing Palace, Emperor Qiongyuan woke up after a day of lethargy. It was still early, and Empress Guan was still sleeping on the Luohan bed outside, separated from the dragon couch by a bandai orchid screen.

When Huo Qiu came in to greet him, Emperor Qiong Yuan was sitting on the bed with a bright yellow soft pillow behind him. After a lapse of many days, the color finally became a little ruddy.

He looked at this scene, and then thought of Jiang Jianxi's words, his heart sank suddenly, and a little coolness came from his back.

There is not much time left for a generation of emperors.

Emperor Qiong Yuan looked at his most proud aunt, smiled and waved to him, speaking softly, for fear of waking up those who were sleeping outside but not yet awake.

He smiled kindly. At this moment, he couldn't see the majesty of the emperor at all. Emperor Qiong Yuan took a breath, holding Huo Qiu's hand and said, "I will leave it to you in the future."

Huo Qiu didn't speak, the words of relief from his mouth at this moment were superfluous, and Emperor Qiong Yuan himself knew it well.

He couldn't know what Emperor Qiongyuan meant, but at this time, all he could do was nod his head.

Emperor Qiong Yuan coughed a few more times, a thick black blood clot jumped out of his veil, Huo Qiu's expression changed, and he was about to call the doctor in a deep voice, but Emperor Qiong Yuan waved his hand to stop him.

He drew a dark box from under the bright yellow mattress and handed it to Huo Qiu's hands. On his dry palm, he looked at Huo Qiu and said, "...This is a secret guard order. I can dispatch my hands. All secret guards have been passed down from generation to generation, and my son will hold on to this world for me."

"My son will do his best to live up to his father's imperial order."

Emperor Qiongyuan explained everything that should be explained, and the expression on his face was also quite relaxed. At this moment, he turned his head and glanced at the screen, then smiled and said: "Call your aunt to accompany me."

The people who were waiting in the temple stepped back in an orderly manner. The Guan family was already awake, listening quietly behind the screen, and then walked in and naturally sat on the edge of the bed.

The light in Emperor Qiong Yuan's eyes suddenly brightened, and he shook her hand very carefully. Guan looked at the overlapping palms of the two, and did not pull away in silence.

Huo Qiu bowed and went to the Partial Hall. Only the old and seriously ill emperor and the long-lost successor remained in the huge inner hall of the Qianqing Palace.

The hall is full of medicinal smells, and if you are used to it, you don't feel unpleasant, but inexplicably meditation.

Emperor Qiongyuan's gaze stuck tightly to the beautiful face of the Guan family, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, and it took a long time to say hoarsely: "After so many years, I look at you and look the same."

Not only his appearance remained unchanged, but his temperament did not change at all.

The Guan frowned fiercely and interrupted him, "His Royal Highness should take the medicine, and the concubine asked someone to bring it up."

Emperor Qiong Yuan hurriedly took her hand and smiled bitterly: "At this time, what is the difference between drinking this medicine or not?"

The fate is like this, medicine stone has no cure.

His hands trembled slightly due to physical reasons, and he looked like an old man who was dying of his life at the moment.

Guan Shi didn't know what he thought of, and his voice changed a little, "In that case, what use is it for those educated doctors?!"

Emperor Qiongyuan didn't feel annoyed. He just sat up on his feet and sighed: "I have worked hard in this life, and my children have been around my knees. There is only one thing I regret at this time."

The Guan family didn't want to listen any more, thinking about getting up with a blank face, but was stubbornly held back by Emperor Qiong Yuan, his face rose a little red with such strength from nowhere.

The fundus of Guan's eyes flickered for a moment, and the corner of his heart was still soft.

Emperor Qiong Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, touched the loose flesh and layers of folds on his face, and sighed: "I was a lot older than you, and now I am even more disgustingly old."

Guan's gaze fell on his old, ugly face, and for a while, he said lightly: "Yes, old and ugly."

It was the second time in his life that Emperor Qiong Yuan heard someone say that to him. It was her both times.

Once when he was upright and vigorous, he naturally sneered at this, but this time he had to admit it.

"If you hadn't had that glass of wine in the first place, would you and me be different?" His words were a bit difficult, some without beginning and end, but Guan immediately understood what he meant.

If he doesn't have that glass of wine, the person who should be married to him is himself.

Seeing that she was silent, Emperor Qiongyuan rubbed her fingers and said to himself: "But it's okay, you are still my wife after all."

"Your elder sister passed away... Well, in fact, I didn't say such things as asking you to enter the palace. It was me..." Emperor Qiong Yuan didn't have much energy left to speak, he stopped, and then said: "It's me. The marriage with Qingyuanhou is almost set, but my heart is not happy, how can I be willing?"

Where can you be willing to ask you to marry the man next to you so that you can live a happy life with your husband and son?

Guan looked coldly as he spit out blood and fell on the bed, his lips moved a few times, and said, "I know it naturally."

"I can't understand the nature of my elder sister anymore. Since she has suffered from the unloving husband of the deep wall palace, she definitely won't ask me to enter the palace to continue the glory of the family."

Emperor Qiongyuan silently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and asked hoarsely: "Then why...why?"

Why enter the palace? At that time, he had asked her about the situation. As long as she refused, he would definitely not want her to enter the palace, no matter how thick-skinned he was.

Guan pulled the cushion behind him and asked him to lie down on the couch to save some energy, a trace of depressed pain flashed in his eyes, she said: "Sister's child is still unprotected in the palace."

So no matter what, she would have to sit firmly in this position afterwards.

Emperor Qiongyuan bends the corner of his mouth, slowly closed his eyes, and whispered in his mouth: "In my life, the world is in my hands, but I have never gotten the most cherished person until I die."

Neither the body nor the mind got the same.

Emperor Qiong Yuan never woke up after closing his eyes.

When Huo Qiu brought people in again, Guan looked dazed by the bed of Emperor Qiong Yuan, and his legs and feet were a little numb.

"Auntie." His stern eyebrows were filled with deep pain, and his voice was like a tight string that broke when touched.

The Guan family just got up like a awakening from a big dream, perhaps because he had been sitting for too long and his body staggered. Huo Qiu stepped forward to hold him, and accidentally touched Guan's finger, which was frighteningly cold.

Guan Shi exchanged a glance with him, and then knelt before the bed with a serious look.

The news of Emperor Qiongyuan's death spread all over the deep palace in an instant. The **** who came to report the letter was the person in front of Huo Qiu, who was already suffering from plain clothes, and his expression was sad.

Tang Zhuozuo felt his heart trembled even if he had expected it. Before the **** left, he couldn't help asking: "Where is your Royal Highness now?"

As soon as she asked these words, she felt as if she was stupid. Emperor Qiongyuan died, and he was uncertain about what he was like. Now he must be guarding the Palace of Qing Dynasty.

The death knell in the palace rang long, and it seemed to hit a person's heart.

Tang Zhuozuo was served and changed into a white plain clothes, all the accessories on her body faded away, but with such a plain face, her face is still so exquisite that there is nothing to say, and she is naturally seductive. Bladder.

She took two pieces of pastry to cushion her belly, and took people all the way to the Palace of the Qing Dynasty. After the Queen Mother’s birthday banquet that day, she had never seen Emperor Qiong Yuan again, and even when he was later in bed, she did not allow others to enter.

Tonight, these descendants of them will all be filial piety in Qianqing Palace!