there is a king in the palace

Zhao Xianao refused to enter the house with the king, and flew up the high wall with a light leap under the force of the king, and disappeared into the night.

This was as expected by the king.

He jumped up high, and kicked fiercely in the direction where Zhao Xianao disappeared.

That's it, let's vent our anger.

The king walked into the room dejectedly, and looked down at the things in his hand by the candlelight.

It was a palm-sized pear blossom woodcarving, and it was Zhao Xianao holding a folding fan in a personable manner.

The king looked at the woodcarving for a while, and suddenly came back to his senses.

That day he went to Zhao Xianao to draw on the cloth, and his hand was cut in two, not because he broke the cup, but because he carved it with his own hands...

I didn't enter the house anyway because of the wound on my hand.

The king pressed the fine-textured and soft-textured wood carving close to his cheeks, a refreshing fragrance flooded his nostrils, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

Sometimes, he does have no conscience and only thinks of himself.

Zhao Xianao has done a lot for him, he knows it all, but he takes it for granted, always thinking that he will arrange everything anyway.

From the beginning to the end, all he did for Zhao Xianao was just a small purse.

The king's tears fell down, he didn't know whether he felt sorry for Zhao Xianao's hand, or felt guilty for his heartlessness.

Wen Sheng fell to the ground, turned into a baby, and asked him with his bare buttocks, "Crying, what?"

The king picked him up from the ground, caught him under the creaking nest, threw him on the bed, and said with a sob, "I'm too bad to give birth to Zhao Xianao's children, and I always want to marry him."

This matter is considered to be a knot in the king's heart, and every time he thinks about it, he always feels sad, which makes him wonder whether he should marry Zhao Xian'ao or not.

Wen Sheng sat on the bed, played with his feet for a while, and then said, "My child, what do you care about with you, mother?"

Wen Sheng's words made the king who was taking off his shoes and socks turn his head to look at him. The moment he met Wen Sheng's eyes, the king suddenly lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he was lying on the queen's bed.

What's going on, is he already married to Zhao Xianao?

"Are you awake?" Zhao Xianao's voice came from beside his ear, he turned his head to look, Zhao Xianao was hugging him, with his hands on his stomach.

The king was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and looked at his bulging stomach.

"I, am I going to have a baby?"

Zhao Xianao nodded with a light smile, and asked softly, "Is Yuan Huan happy?"

"Happy!"

The king carefully placed his hand on his belly, "I will give birth to tiger cubs?"

"It's my child, the prince of Song Dynasty."

"The prince of Song Dynasty?"

"Well, when he is born, I must teach him well, and when he sits on the throne, I will take you around, okay?"

"Didn't you say that if you want to live to be a hundred years old, you must kill Duan Wang first?"

"That was before, I am going to have a son now."

The king was so happy, he just lay there giggling.

Zhao Xianao also laughed, "I'm going to give birth in a few days, you're not in good health, don't run around, just lie here and take care of your baby, you know?"

"I know! I will protect him well!" After the king finished speaking, the little prince kicked him in the stomach.

When he is born, there will be three children in the palace... Well, Wen Sheng is also counted, when the time comes, he can take the three of them to build a snowman together!

In the blink of an eye, the king, two midwives and an imperial doctor appeared around him. These three faces are very familiar to the king, and they are the ones who delivered Jiang Yanyu.

"Queen! Work harder!"

"what?"

"The baby's fetal position is not correct! The legs are outside!"

The king looked at his propped up legs, which were covered with a quilt, and his hands were tied to the head of the bed by two ropes, "Is she going to give birth so soon?"

The midwife was in a hurry, "Queen, you have to work hard!"

Hard?How hard?Where are you going?

The king wanted to sit up, "Quick, let me see where the child comes out!"

"Queen! The child is about to be lost! Don't move around! Quickly, go out and report to the emperor!"

The history in my mind seemed to repeat itself, the midwife ran out, and the king clearly heard her cry, "Your Majesty! The empress has a difficult delivery! Only one of them can be saved! Which one will be saved!"

What?

Damn you, you should ask the king!

Of course it is to protect me!

Just as the king was about to speak, Zhao Xianao hurried in, "Are you alright?"

His Majesty was fine at first, he didn't even feel any pain, but when Zhao Xianao asked him with concerned eyes and anxious tone, overwhelming pain swept his whole body.

The king tightened his grip on the rope that bound him, and yelled out, "Ah! It hurts!"

Zhao Xianao held his hand, tears streaming down his face, "It's okay, it's okay, the pain will be gone soon!"

After he finished speaking, he cried and said to the midwife, "Bao Da! If anything happens to him, I will kill you!"

At that moment, the king knew what it means to protect the big and the young.

To protect him, he had to dismantle the little guy who hadn't opened his eyes to see the world in his stomach, and took it out piece by piece.

When Bao Xiao was young, he had to split his stomach open until he reached the base of his thighs. He had to watch his bloody stomach, and it would take him two or three hours before he died.

The king realized why Zhao Xianao was crying.

He also wants to cry now.

"I don't want to die, and I don't want him to die either. I still have to wait for the snow to fall. Take him, Zhu An, Wen Sheng, and go outside to build a snowman..." The king said, his eyes filled with tears.

Zhao Xianao clenched his hand tightly, and his voice was trembling, "Yuan Huan, I don't need a prince, and I don't care about the throne, whether it's King Duan, Wen Sheng, or Zhu An, whoever is the throne I will I don't even care, I just want you to be by my side until I die..."

"Your Majesty, I'm about to make a move, you should go out first."

At some point, the imperial doctor was already standing aside with a pair of scissors.

The king realized that he wanted to cut up his own child, his own and Zhao Xianao's.

"Don't! Don't! Don't kill him! He's moving in my stomach! He wants to come out!" The king struggled vigorously, but was held down by Zhao Xianao.

Those charming peach blossom eyes were already red and swollen, as if someone had punched him twice, and he loved being as clean as him. At this moment, his face was covered with water marks, and there was snot all over the tip of his nose. His voice was hoarse, with a thick "Yuan Huan, you'll be fine soon, I beg you, don't move...don't move!"

"Don't kill him!"

The king used a lot of strength to sit up.

He opened his eyes, and he was still in the courtyard of the Wang family, and there was no sound around him.

is a dream.

No, it was Wen Sheng's illusion.

The king wiped his wet face, still sobbing.

And in the palace, Zhao Xianao is also like this.

"You... this is you, you made it..." The king stared at Wen Sheng who was sitting at the end of the bed, his heart seemed to be blocked, and the sadness had not yet dissipated.

Wen Sheng blinked his round eyes innocently, "What?"

The king sniffed, his voice was crying, "It's nothing."

He should know it was an illusion, but in that scene, everything seemed real.

"Come and sleep with me."

"Okay." Wen Sheng supported the bed, stood up nimbly, stepped on the king's body with his short legs, and walked to his shoulder, "I, from now on, can be you, child."

Wen Sheng didn't think that he was also an important part of the king's illusion.

The king hugged him, covered the two of them with a quilt, and whispered, "You are much older than me."

"I've forgotten everything about the past, I'm very young." Wen Sheng made himself a little smaller, as if he had just reached the full moon, "Anyway, the emperor is also my mother."

The king laughed through his tears, "If he hears it, he will definitely say that you miss his throne, dream about it."

"My mother, no way." Wen Sheng yawned, as if he was tired, "I'm going to sleep."

"You speak more smoothly now."

As soon as the king finished speaking, Wen Sheng had already fallen asleep beside him.

"Sleeping really fast..." The king's eyes were dry and astringent, and he fell asleep quickly with Wen Sheng's company.

In Qianqing Palace, Zhao Xianao sat alone by the window, looking at the cold moonlight outside, recalling his dream.

Although he didn't say anything, he was still brooding over the fact that he couldn't have a child. The king probably felt his emotions and took this matter to heart.

Zhao Xianao has been persuading him that it doesn't matter if he can't give birth, but he never gave a clear answer about the future.

For him, the throne is no longer a simple right and status. Being an emperor has become a part of his life. He goes to court every day, approves memorials, handles government affairs, and finds ways to make people live better and make the Song Dynasty more prosperous. , these are the responsibilities engraved in his bones, and his selfish side.

Deep in Zhao Xian'ao's heart, he wanted a child of his own, taught him well, cared for him, raised him to be a crown prince, and handed over the burden on his shoulders.

The next emperor must be his child, not even his own brother or nephew.

So who is more important, the king or the child.

Zhao Xianao was also puzzled.

But in that dream, he made a very clear choice.

Zhao Xianao suddenly laughed, he looked down at the red purse in his hand, the little tiger on it was yawning lazily.

I am really selfish, the wood carving I gave you is also selfish.

……

At the end of April, delicate and beautiful roses bloomed all over Chang'an. Fiery red and festive lanterns were hung on the Ten Mile Long Street. The bluestone bricks on the street were cleaned cleanly. Wan Yulin's army stood all the way from the east gate of Chang'an to the north gate of Chang'an wearing red armor.

There are still two hours before dawn.

At that time, the post-sealing ceremony will begin.

The king was forcibly dragged up from the bed by the nanny in the palace, "My lord! Get up quickly."

The king knew that today was an important day, so he wanted to go to bed early last night, but unfortunately, he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, so he didn't sleep for a while, "Got it—"

I wanted to stay in bed and struggled to get up.

The king squinted his eyes and was taken to the bathroom. He took off only a pair of shorts in front of many people, and then entered the tub.

After sleeping in the bathtub for a while, the king was washed clean by a few nuns. He really had never been washed so clean. If he hadn't been a man, he might... well, fortunately, he was a man.

Because the gender is different from the previous queens, the rules are much less.

The king yawned, wiped himself clean, and was dragged to the mirror to comb his hair again.

The king's queen's crown dress and headgear were decided by Zhao Xianao himself after discussing with the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Internal Affairs for several nights. Afterwards, he tied it up high with golden crowns and jade hairpins, and the nuns changed him into a red tunic and a golden cloud and dragon pattern crown garment woven in red and black. Ao's auspicious clothes are very similar, even the five-clawed golden dragon is embroidered on it, the precious cat's eye stone is embroidered on the longan's eyes, and the jade belt around the waist is inlaid with blue orbs.

It was the first time that the king was fully equipped. Putting on this suit, he felt that he was really the most expensive person in the world.

However, just combing her hair and putting on some clothes, the sky outside lit up.

The deafening music came from the palace.

After listening to the music, the mother respectfully said to the king, "My lord, it's time to go out."

The emperor's wedding is different from the folk marriage, and the rules and etiquette are very heavy, but the emperor's wedding is also a rare event. When Zhao Xianao ascended the throne, Jiang Yanyu was already the crown princess, and the concubine was held directly in the palace. It's just the grand ceremony, many emperors are like this, so the officials of the Ministry of Rites are also preparing for the first time, they read the book and study slowly, crossing the river by feeling the stones.

Zhao Xianao thought that the king might not be able to hold on for too long, he went to worship the heavens and temples by himself yesterday, but it was much easier to come to the king.

Soon, the king was invited to the sedan chair.

The queen wants to be the mother of the world, so she doesn't need to cover her head, and the sedan chair is also very unique. There is only a layer of veil on the four pillars, but it is covered with round white pearls, so as to prevent the wind from blowing the veil.

Sitting on a sedan chair carried by sixteen men, the king traveled eastward, accompanied by music, and people stood on both sides of Chang'an Avenue, all of whom came to see this unprecedented male queen.

The king didn't dare to make any trouble, and sat on the sedan chair without moving.

His nervous palms were sweating.

"Is this the queen?"

"It's really a man."

"It's quite handsome."

"It seems to be the treasurer of the Beast King Pavilion."

Hearing the people's discussions, the king turned his head and glanced at them.

The people were as excited as if their faces had been stained with light.

The king realized in a trance that he really became a queen.

Zhao Xianao's queen.

The king was dizzy with happiness, he didn't know how he got to the gate of the palace, and he didn't know what was read on the imperial decree. When he realized it, he was already standing outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, surrounded by civil and military officials in official uniforms. Baiguan.

It is said that there are hundreds of civil and military officials, but there must be at least a few thousand people, standing from top to bottom according to the official rank.

The king raised his head slightly and looked at Zhao Xianao above him. He was wearing a red and black auspicious suit that was almost the same as his own, and was looking at him with a smile on his face.

Someone nearby urged, "Queen, go up."

The king took his own steps in a daze, and stepped onto the majestic and majestic dragon relief, where Zhao Xian was waiting for him.

It seemed a long distance away, but the king felt that he was walking in front of him very quickly.

Zhao Xianao held his hand tightly and kept smiling at him, "Are you afraid?"

It was Zhao Xianao who was afraid, he was afraid that the king would be nervous.

"Don't be afraid..."

Zhao Xianao took him by the hand and walked up to the Hall of Supreme Harmony, then turned around with the king together, behind them were dragon chairs and phoenix chairs.

Seeing Li Cheng, the officials below knelt down one after another, "Long live the emperor, long live the emperor, long live the queen!"

It was the first time that the king was kneeled by so many people, but he didn't have much reaction.

He felt that he was well deserved, and he was not afraid of losing his life.

But there seems to be something weird.

The king tilted his head slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Queen, isn't it a thousand years old?"

"I specially ordered them to say this, lest you...would think that I would curse you."

The king narrowed his eyes and laughed, "No way."

All the ministers paid homage to the congratulations, shared by the emperor and empress. The king did not know how many unprecedented precedents he had created, nor did he know what honor he possessed.

After receiving the pilgrimage, the king and Zhao Xianao got into the sedan chair together. Zhao Xianao wanted to send him back to the Qianqing Palace. He still had a lot of things to do. Although all the etiquettes were simplified, they were the same as a folk wedding. , Visitors are always entertained.

"Later, take a good rest, your eyes are blue, didn't you sleep well last night?"

The king nodded, "I'm so excited, I can't sleep."

Zhao Xianao couldn't help laughing, "You've made a fool of yourself."

The king wants to hate him, you have married a queen, and you have so many concubines, you must be very peaceful and sleep well.

But he looked at the dozen or so scars on Zhao Xianao's fingertips that hadn't faded away, he pursed his lips and said nothing.

The palace is also uncharacteristically solemn, with happy characters posted everywhere and red flowers tied around it, making it look extra lively, especially in Qianqing Palace.

Zhao Xianao sent him to the bedroom, the king looked at the porridge and side dishes on the table, and immediately pulled down his face brimming with joy, "What is this?"

"Don't eat so greasy, you need more at night, the house is consummated." Zhao Xianao whispered in his ear.

……

night.

The king was lying on the bed in a red shirt and rolling around in circles. Thinking of being able to do this and that with Zhao Xianao tonight, his heart was bubbling and bubbling.

There was no one in the Qianqing Palace, even Wen Sheng was kicked out, the king groaned for a long time, took out the album from under the pillow, read it from beginning to end, and took a deep breath.

Now it is, everything is ready and only owes the east wind.

Familiar footsteps came from outside, and the king suddenly sat up.

Dongfeng is back!

He ran over barefoot, and jumped on top of Zhao Xianao the moment he entered the room, "Dongfeng!"

Zhao Xianao embraced him as expected, buried his head in his round shoulders, and sniffed the fresh scent of grass.

The king's body is very fleshy, and it is soft to hold. Zhao Xianao feels very satisfied.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"In a hurry?"

"No, I'm not in a hurry to wait for you for a long time."

The king who married Zhao Xian'ao as he wished was more than a little bit sweeter, he said such sweet words, he pouted and kissed Zhao Xian'ao.

Zhao Xianao was able to pat his own chest now, and said very clearly that the king is not in a hurry, he is in a hurry.

Carrying the person clinging on him to the bed, Zhao Xianao unbuttoned his jacket with trembling fingertips and buried his head.

There was a misty glint in the king's eyes, pinching his ears, and there were bursts of anxious gasps in his throat.

"Yuan Huan..."

"what is this?"

"Salve...I'm here to teach you how to use it..."

"But, it's already very wet here, it's full of water... Ugh! What are you doing! It hurts too much!"

"Who told you to seduce me... you goblin!"

"No, no, wait! You should wait!"

Zhao Xianao raised the corners of his mouth and smiled wickedly, "I won't wait any longer, I'll die if I wait any longer!"

The king hugged his neck with a confused look on his face, "I didn't read that in the book."

"That was drawn by me. I can pose in whatever pose I want."

The king suddenly understood, "You are, aren't you, long ago... um..."

The rest of his words are intermittent and can no longer be clearly stated.

……

The next day, Zhao Xianao almost missed the morning court.

In fact, he got up very early, but he almost missed the morning.

He walked in a hurry when he went up to court.

However, the ministers didn't think too far.

Well, the emperor must be tired from yesterday's empress ceremony, so he got up late today.

He went to court, and the king slept until the sun was up.

In this harem, there was no one else but him, how could the maids and eunuchs dare to call him, the water prepared in the bathroom was changed several times before the king lazily got up from the bed.

He noticed yesterday that the imperial court had new faces except for the ones he was more familiar with, and the maids in charge of serving him were blushing, "Empress, should you take a bath first or have a meal first."

The king was very hungry, but his body was sticky and uncomfortable, "Can I take a bath and eat at the same time?"

"Ah? How does the queen want to eat?"

The king took it for granted, "Why don't you just feed me?"

"..."

Zhao Xianao came back once after the morning court. Seeing that the king was still sleeping, he raced to the imperial study room to review the memorial. When he learned that the king was awake, he put down his pen and went back to Qianqing palace.

"Your Majesty, the Empress is taking a bath..."

Zhao Xianao didn't speak, and hurried into the bathroom.

"……What are you doing?"

The king happily soaked in the petal water, opened his mouth and swallowed the meatballs sent by the maid, and said vaguely, "Xinzhao, isn't the kang rough?"

As a newlywed, Zhao Xianao didn't care about fussing about these things with him, so he took the chopsticks from the hand of the maid, "You all go down."

The maids retreated one after another.

Zhao Xianao half-kneeled on the low stool next to the bathtub, watched him swallow the meatball, and gave another one, "Are you hungry?"

"I told you this morning that I was going to starve to death."

Zhao Xian smiled a little embarrassedly.

He did say it, but he was also very hungry at that time...

"eat more."

The king stretched out his white and tender hand with water droplets on his face, touched it twice, and sighed, "It's so comfortable~"

Zhao Xianao tilted his head and couldn't help licking his fingers.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm a little thirsty."

The king thought, how thirsty he is, he drank all the bath water.

Seeing his thoughts, Zhao Xianao thought of his own cold, "Do you really want to drink my bath water?"

"How could I!" Thinking of those stupid things, the king refused to admit anything.

Zhao Xianao laughed, "I was really afraid that you would eat me then."

"I don't... just want to drink some soup... who told you to put ginger and green onion in it when you take a shower."

"That's not chopped green onion, it's cold-dispelling grass."

"...I just said...you are just sick, why do you want to drink your stew..."

Zhao Xianao skewered two meatballs with chopsticks and put them into his mouth together, "Eat quickly."

"What are you doing Sen!"

"When you finish eating, go to bed and get bored."

Dawang almost squirted the meatballs out of his mouth.

Didn't he say this?