Qing Yan

In the private room on the second floor of a certain tea house in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Yu Wenrui sat alone.

On the table in front of her, there was a cup of tea with a strong aroma. From the time when the heat was steaming and the aroma gradually dissipated, the tea was also completely cold, and she didn't even bother to take a sip.Her eyes were always on the long street outside the window——

This is the only way to the Forbidden Palace in the suburbs of Beijing.

Jing Yanchen went out of the palace in subdued clothes every now and then, and Yu Wenrui got the news, so she could no longer sit comfortably in the palace. She led Wei Shun with a group of disguised guards, and sneaked out in the white dragon fish suit. Ouchi.

Fortunately, she didn't have to go to court today to take a bath, otherwise she would have risked being yelled at by the officials of Yushitai.The Empress Dowager's Zi Palace has been buried with Emperor Renzong, and there is no filial obedience inside and outside the palace. Yu Wenrui has no reason to "not care about court affairs".

The war in Beizheng has ended, and now the world is at peace, and even the officials at court gatherings on weekdays are all about trivial matters, the south of the Yangtze River has bumper crops year after year, and the Yellow River flood has stopped for several years, she has really become the Emperor of Taiping.

Yu Wenrui cast his gaze to the end of the long street, which leads to the city gate—if there is any other important thing...the only thing is to marry that person as the queen.

After personally conquering Beizheng, Yu Wenrui's imperial prestige reached an unprecedented level.Now, the generals in the army are promoted by her personally, and the important officials in the court are her confidantes. After the death of the empress dowager, all the imperial power of the Great Zhou has been held in her hands.She didn't believe it, if she wanted to marry Jing Yan as queen, who would dare to oppose it!The only one, that is...

Yu Wenrui's handsome eyebrows were twisted into a pimple: she couldn't be sure what Jing Yan thought about this matter...

"Is this the only way to enter the city?" Yu Wenrui couldn't bear his temper and asked Wei Shun.

Wei Shun is now more dexterous and obedient, and he immediately understood the emperor's intentions: "Your Majesty, please rest assured, the ancestral land of the Jing family is not far from the imperial mausoleum, and it may take a long time to walk around from other city gates! Go back to the city It must be this way!"

Yu Wenrui thought for a while, and said: "That day, He Chong returned like that, right?"

Caring makes chaos, she doubts her memory a little bit.

Wei Shun said with a smile: "Your Majesty, have you forgotten? This servant remembers that Master He did reply to your words in that way."

Yu Wenrui fell in love with Jing Yan, and wished that all her food and clothing would be handed over to her with the best in the world, even those who served her, Yu Wenrui was also afraid that she would not be considerate, after calling the most capable servant, she And he was worried about Jing Yan's safety, as if Jing Yan would be remembered by assassins all the time.So she still sent He Chong to lead the most top-notch guard of the inner court guards, Kuntai Palace.Therefore, when Jing Yan travels in micro-clothes, He Chong will naturally accompany him.

That day, when she asked He Chongxuan to inquire, He Chong didn't hesitate at all, and said in one go, "Three days later, it will be the birthday of the British princess, and the queen mother will go to pay homage in person." Jing Yan had already arranged to order him to say so.

Then Yu Wenrui found out that Jing Yan didn't want to hide this matter from her at all.As long as she wants to ask, she will tell her without reservation.

It had been a long time since the two of them had a good time sitting together and chatting with each other. Yu Wenrui felt a lot relieved that Jing Yan could be so frank.But what she wondered was that in previous years, Jing Yan would personally prepare flowers and fruits on the birthdays of the British duchesses, and order them to be delivered to the British duke's mansion, while he fasted and chanted scriptures in the Kuntai Palace as sacrifices. What's wrong?

Inexplicably, Yu Wenrui thought of the Empress Dowager who passed away not long ago, could it be related to that incident?

Thinking wildly like this, half an hour passed before I knew it.As the sun got higher and higher, there were more and more pedestrians coming and going in the street market, and it was very bustling.

Suddenly, there was a noisy sound from across the street, like a woman's sharp voice cursing.

"Your mother is a money loser! You are a tuberculosis ghost! Don't mess with my old lady's business!"

"Get out of here! Get out of here! Get as far as you can with this little bastard! I don't have money to find a doctor! It's bad luck for one of you to die!"

Two men with green cloth hats on one side pushed out a young woman who seemed to be holding a baby, followed by a middle-aged woman in red and green with exaggerated smears, still swearing non-stop.

The young woman was pushed down in the middle of the street, and she lay helplessly on the ground, but the embrace formed by her two arms did not relax at all, and she tightly protected the baby in front of her body.The baby was also very good, neither crying nor fussing, lying in the woman's arms.

Yu Wenrui has good eyesight, even though she is far away, she can see clearly: the baby is only once, with a small face very delicate, it is conceivable that when it grows up, it must be a handsome woman, um, it should be a baby girl .It's just that there was a faint green and black smell in the child's seal, as if he had been poisoned by some kind of poison that penetrated deep into the bone marrow... Who would poison such a small child?

Just as he was surprised, a beautiful figure suddenly blocked Yu Wenrui's sight.

Yang Xi?

Yu Wenrui was taken aback, why is she here?

I saw Yang Xi bowed down.and said to the young woman, "Is the child sick?"

The young woman woke up suddenly, with tears on her cheeks, glanced at the tightly closed door, and saw that Yang Xi was not dressed like an ordinary person, and hurriedly begged: "This nobleman! Please! Please!" You save my family... girl!"

Yang Xi frowned and looked at her, and couldn't help covering the child's forehead with catkins, neither hot nor burned, but the child's face was so ugly.

"I'm not a doctor, so I can't see a doctor. You should take this child to a medical clinic." Yang Xi said.

At this time, her personal maid rushed forward and said in a low voice: "Master, this is not a good place, let's go!"

Yang Xi looked around, and found the plaque on the closed door, his face was reddish, and he wanted to leave, but saw the young woman begging helplessly, her brows frowned even tighter.

"Do you have no money to see a doctor for this child?" she asked.

The young woman burst into tears when she heard this.

Yang Xi didn't ask any more questions, and ordered the maid to withdraw the money.

"Master, let's also..." The maid was extremely embarrassed.

"Take out as much as you have on your body." Yang Xi said.

"But..." The maid looked around at the passers-by who were walking silently, or watching the excitement with their hands folded, a little unwilling.

"Hurry up! Human life is at stake!" Yang Xi urged her.

The maid had no choice but to take out all the silver on her body, which was only a dozen or so taels of silver.

Yang Xi weighed the money, looked at the baby smiling sweetly at her, gritted his teeth, untied the jade pendant hanging from his waist, and handed it to the young woman together: "Take these and go to see a doctor for the child." Let's go! This jade pendant can be exchanged for some silver... Let's live a better life after the illness is cured!"

The young woman was already stunned, she stared at Yang Xi blankly, and forgot to thank him.

Yu Wenrui had seen the woman holding the child familiar before, and suddenly remembered: Isn't the place diagonally across the street the old site of Qinfang Pavilion?Isn't that woman Hong'er, the maidservant of Mu Yihan, who was the number one in Qinfang Pavilion back then?

Mu Yihan was coerced to work for Yuwen Chengji back then, and was later taken over by Yuwen Kejian, Yu Wenrui knew all about it.But what happened to that poor girl?Yu Wenrui is busy with conquering Beizheng himself, where would he have the time to find out?

Where is she now?Why was her maidservant reduced to such a state?Who is that little baby?

These past events brought back memories of Yu Wenrui.She felt that it was necessary to clarify this matter, and just about to order someone to go downstairs and call Hong'er to come see her, when she suddenly heard Wei Shun's joyful voice: "Here we come! We come!"

Yu Wenrui was refreshed, she knew that it was Jing Yan who had returned, so she hurriedly leaned out to look around.

On the street, how could there be Yang Xi, Hong'er and others?In the distance, a carriage that could not be more ordinary came slowly, the horse's hooves stepped on the bluestone road, "da da da"... and the sound of the wheels "squeaking and creaking".

Yu Wenrui has never found this voice so pleasant.

She couldn't hide the joy in her heart anymore, she just felt that the sunshine was extremely bright and pleasant.

"Wei Shun, follow the queen mother, let's go back to the palace!" Yu Wenrui ordered beamingly.

Wei Shun agreed loudly, and followed the emperor downstairs.

It was Jing Yan who sat in that carriage.At this time, she didn't know how excited Yu Wenrui was not far from her, and her thoughts were still immersed in an hour ago——

Mrs. Duan, Jing Yan's mother, was buried in Jing's ancestral tomb in Jing's ancestral land. She paid homage to her mother, and sat with her for a while. When the empress dowager was dying, she sternly accused: "Your mother has a spirit in heaven, so she should be ashamed of you!"

Jing Yan caressed her mother's tombstone, tears could not stop running down her cheeks: Will mother really be ashamed of herself?Could it be that mother is ashamed of herself just because she has fallen in love with Yuwen's sisters one after another?

She really wanted to hear from her mother, did she really think she was that miserable?

Even when her mother died of illness when she was young, Jing Yan didn't believe that if her mother was still alive today, she would be willing to insult herself because of this incident.She believes that her mother loves her.

But why?My own aunt, the woman who I regarded as my mother after losing her mother at a young age, she refused to let me go until she was dying?

Jing Yan's heart was broken, but because of the empress dowager's demeanor, she couldn't even cry heartily in front of her mother's grave, her heart was filled with pain.

How much she thought, her mother could be born again, so at least she wouldn't feel so sad!

She thought about it, it would be good if the empress dowager was reborn, she wanted to let her take a look, even if she was with Yu Wenrui, she was not as "unbearable" as the empress dowager thought she was!

However, everything is a fantasy after all.No one will be reborn, leaving her alone to bear the heart-wrenching pain.

On the way back, Jing Yan ordered He Chong to take his chariot and horses past the imperial tomb.He Chong only said that she wanted to see the Yongling Mausoleum where the Empress Dowager and Emperor Renzong were buried together to express her condolences, but he didn't know that Jing Yan actually had an impulse in her heart at that moment. She wanted to rush to the tomb of the Empress Dowager and ask her: Where did the baby shame the mother clan?

The Shinto outside the imperial mausoleum is desolate and quiet on weekdays, unless it is during the royal festival, it is rarely visited by people.Jing Yan's carriage and horses passed by here, looking extremely lonely.

She lifted the car curtain, looked at the solemn scene outside, and was suddenly shocked——

In the distance, there was a lonely figure standing alone, facing the direction of Yongling, motionless, like the stone statues on both sides of the Shinto that had experienced a hundred years of wind and rain.

That's... Granny Yao!

Why is she here?