Brother is a heartless thing [Rebirth]

Wen Heng was silent for a moment.

He did know something about this matter, but he never thought of mentioning it in front of Wen Xuan, but now that Wen Xiangjing had murderous thoughts, he could only talk about it.This matter is related to the Guandong Jing clan, and it stands to reason that he should not have revealed it in front of others, but Min Shao is now the only person who can help Wen Xuan, so he simply told all the things he knew——

Back then, Wen Xuan's biological mother was born as a commoner, with a beautiful appearance and a lively appearance. Dong Jing Xianjun loved his mother very much for a long time.Wen Heng didn't know her name, but only remembered that her name was Chu Ji. He had met her by chance several times when he was seven years old, and in his impression she was a lively and energetic woman.

According to the rumors, Chu Ji was brought back by the first emperor when he passed by a small town on a tour of the palace. She had no background in the palace and no reliance. The only advantage was that the first emperor loved her very much.

That kind of love is different from other women. Mr. Xian neither loves her beauty nor her body, but sincerely likes the young and smart, alert and playful in that woman, and her every move reveals the uniqueness of a woman. Attractive and lively.

At that time, the position of emperor and empress in Dongjing Palace had been determined, and the harem was full. In the eyes of others, the former emperor was not inferior to this concubine Chu.

But only in the eyes of the queen, she doesn't think so.

That is a very sensitive woman, she was born in a noble family, she was born with a charming appearance, gorgeous aptitude, with inherent dignity and arrogance in her bones, her behavior is always daunting.Graceful and beautiful, but also full of sharp thorns.

At that time, her throne was stable, and she had already given birth to a son for the late emperor, Wen Xiangjing.

Perhaps it was the eagerness to protect her son that made her always alert to her surroundings. In Wen Heng's memory, she was a very utilitarian and crazy woman.

The Empress is different from Chu Ji. She and the First Monarch had a real political marriage. Wen Heng didn't know if there was any love between the two, but only knew that during the time when Chu Ji appeared, the first Jun looked at that woman's eyes Here, it seems that there has been a heartbeat between men and women.

Not long after Chu Ji entered the palace, she became pregnant as expected.The first monarch cared more about her, that is, from this time on, Wen Heng discovered the madness in the queen's nature.

That year when Chu Ji was pregnant, it was a summer night.

Wen Heng was eight years old at the time, the same age as Wen Xiangjing, only a few months younger than him. Although he was calmer, he was also at the age of fun. When it was dark, he didn't want to sleep, and would often sneak out of the dormitory to avoid the servants. Sneak cool.

That night when he walked around a certain palace road, he saw a palace man walking along the road carrying a decoction. Coincidentally, he bumped into a maid beside the queen who grabbed the palace man and poured something into the decoction.

Wen Heng was already sensible at that time, and when he saw that the decoction was brought to Chu Ji's bedroom, he knew what it meant.Fighting openly and secretly in the harem, he has seen this often since he was a child, and he understands that since this is done by the queen, he has no right to interfere, and he cannot afford to interfere.Simply did not manage.

But later, I don't know if he underestimated that seemingly innocent Chu Ji, the anti-fetal medicine that was sent to the dormitory for several months, every day went in with a bowl full and came out empty, but the woman was unscathed.

Wen Heng was surprised, only thought she was lucky.

Unbeknownst to her, the Queen already wanted her to die, thinking about it almost insanely.

In the winter of that year, Chu Ji was already very pregnant.When Wen Heng went to find Wen Xiangjing a certain day ago, he accidentally saw the queen and lost his temper.

On the courtyard and waterside pavilion, that woman was extremely angry, her face that always looked proud showed resentment, her lips full of blubber looked like a ghost.

The servants around were all pushed back, the veil fluttered like water waves, the cups and jade plates fell to the ground, Wen Heng was far away, and heard her screaming loudly:

"Who am I doing this for?!"

Under the cover of the tulle, she didn't know who she was angry at.

"If it wasn't for me, how would you be where you are today?! Anyone in this world can blame me, but you! I have done so much for you, but you don't want to make progress, waste my efforts, and blame me in turn! "

The sharp voice almost pierced the eardrums.

"Why! Why are you?!"

Accompanied by more jade and porcelain utensils smashed to the ground, splashed into pieces, and there was an ear-splitting piercing sound.

"If she gives birth to that child, what do you want me to do? Ah?" She urged in a sharp voice, her fingernails covered in Kodan tightly clenched the man's skirt, shaking desperately, "Speak, speak! What do you want me to do, what to do—"

She yelled hysterically for a long while, but Wen Heng was just in a daze, and just stood there in a daze.

I don't know how long it took before the sharp voice gradually subsided.The woman seemed to be tired at the end, with a slumped face, and slowly squatted down, sobbing softly, with clear teardrops sliding down the end of her carefully drawn eyes.

The curtains were stacked endlessly, swaying like startled ripples. After a long time, a corner was finally blown away by the wind.

Wen Heng saw the figure with his back facing him, his stature was not much different from his, it was Wen Xiangjing, who was eight years old.

Afterwards, the woman's voice was always low, her makeup was a little weary, but her beauty was not damaged at all, she hugged the short body in front of her with sobs, and became gentle like a madman.

Wen Heng was a little far away, and couldn't hear what she said clearly, only saw the young Wen Xiangjing keep his head down, and raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears.

From then on, Wen Heng felt a little pity for his big brother.

Although my mother and concubine sometimes have bad things in one way or another, they never cry like the queen.It was also from then on that he began to pay more attention to the Queen. When he met her occasionally, he would look at her expression, and he would also use the excuse of meeting Wen Xiangjing to get along with that woman for a while.

Probably because a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, Wen Heng didn't tell anyone about it at that time, and he never worried whether this crazy woman would secretly kill him one day because she was afraid of him as the heir of the clan.

He just felt that this woman was pitiful and ridiculous, and what was even more troublesome was his elder brother who was tortured by her sickness all day long.

Even after observing for a long time later, he could find clues from Wen Xiangjing's state and expression on a certain day, and judge whether the woman cried again today and went crazy.

Such days continued until the day when Chu Ji gave birth.

Wen Heng didn't know how Chu Ji survived, escaped the queen's murder, and waited safely until the day when the fetus was born.

Chu Ji had a difficult delivery.There was a lot of blood, and most of the doctors in the palace entered the palace, and the palace people carried basins in and out in a low voice, changing basin after basin of water.Wen Heng didn't pay much attention to Chu Ji, but only learned from other people that her life was hanging by a thread at that time, wandering outside the gate of hell, only half a step away from death, and then fell into a coma for many days.

He didn't know what the situation was like.

But the only thing he could remember clearly was what he saw with his own eyes the next day.

"Chu Ji gave birth to a baby boy in her first child. She is really blessed." Greetings early in the morning, the queen is as dignified as ever, with an elegant and dignified smile on her face. Your Majesty is here."

The first gentleman took the teacup in her hand, although he saw joy on the brows, he sighed softly, and the first thing he said was: "May this child be in good health."

It is well known in Dongjing that the children under the late emperor's knees seem to be very difficult to live.

Mr. Xian had a total of nine children, six of them were boys, but three of them died prematurely.

Before Wen Xuan was born, counting those who were unfortunately lost, Xian Jun had lost a total of four children.And coincidentally, whether they died in the womb or not, those children were all male babies.

This made Xianjun very headache and depressed.

The queen said a lot of words to him, all of which were consolation and congratulations, her tone was calm and steady, revealing the elegance of a noble woman from a famous family, it sounded pleasant and refreshing.

Xianjun smiled at her.

The empress acted too calmly, no different from usual, Wen Heng's intuition was not good, after leaving the palace, he followed her all the way outside her bedroom.

Sure enough, when the Empress entered the palace, all the palace people were pushed back, leaving only Wen Xiangjing inside.The door of the palace was tightly closed, but within a short while, a sharp scream came out of the door, and the fragile porcelain cups and bowls were smashed to the ground in an instant, shattered and smashed, and the roar was mixed with low cries.

On this day, the empress was particularly devastated, and the crying lasted for two full hours.The sound of smashing was intermittent, and it should be that everything that could be smashed in the hall was smashed.

From the beginning to the end, Wen Heng did not hear Wen Xiangjing's voice.

Wen Xiangjing was very obedient in front of his mother's queen, and he seldom showed resistance or resistance. Because of the influence of the queen, he seldom dared to express his thoughts in front of others.

This is another reason why Wen Heng sympathizes with him very much.

Wen Heng didn't have the ability to interfere, nor could he directly comfort him, so he simply ordered someone to make a plate of delicate and delicious pastries for Wen Xiangjing on this day, as a condolence, took it himself, and took it to Wen Xiangjing's residence.

But that night, Wen Xiangjing was not in the hall.

Wen Heng's mind was meticulous, and he developed an intuition for a moment.

His intuition was very keen, and sometimes he was even terribly accurate, so he handed over the pastries to the servants, and then went straight to Chu Ji's bedroom.

Because of her bad background, Chu Ji was only promoted to the fourth rank after giving birth to a baby boy. She lived in a remote place, and there were even weeds on the road.Wen Heng waited on the only way to Chu Ji's residence, squatting by the bushes and covering his body to ensure that no one could find him.

Childhood patience sometimes became terrible due to persistence. Wen Heng waited for a long time that night, squatting in the dark grass, secretly observing the occasional one or two palace people with lanterns in hand, changing positions when his legs became numb Continue to squat, occasionally rustle and move.

It wasn't until an hour later that he finally found the person he wanted to see.

In the distance, a figure stumbled over, his steps were very small, he seemed to be strenuously running, and he seemed to be afraid of something, he fell in the middle of the run, got up nervously and continued to run.

The light nearby was very dim, and Wen Heng could only vaguely recognize that the thin body was Wen Xiangjing, who was only eight years old.He was holding a pure white silk handkerchief in his hand, and there was a small piece of bright red on the handkerchief, because it was very conspicuous, Wen Heng could spot it at a glance.

The color is bright, and the imprint is not deep. It doesn't look like blood, but it looks like rouge commonly used by women.

Or... lip fat.

Early the next morning, the news of Chu Ji's death spread throughout the harem.

After the doctor's diagnosis, she said that she died of excessive blood loss during childbirth, she was already weak, and she was exposed to the wind with the window open at night.

On that day, the first monarch became very angry and ordered to execute all the servants around Chu Ji, and all his anger was poured on the servants.He locked himself in the hall one after another, shut the door and did not come out, screened away all the servants, leaving only Wen Xiangjing.

Sharp laughter and cursing pierced through the gate of the palace, it was deafening, as if tearing open the wall, pointing directly at the unjust souls in the deep wall of the palace courtyard.

After that day, life in the palace was still the same as before.

Graceful and elegant successively, nearly thirty years old, but still unabated, with a proud and arrogant beauty, only when looking at her husband and children, she will show a bit of kindness and kindness.

She is virtuous and virtuous in front of her husband, and a loving and gentle mother in front of Wen Xiangjing. Especially when there are others present, she prefers to praise him as a good boy.

The young Wen Heng felt his hair stand on end, and the icy chill penetrated into his bones from the pores.

Since then, he has worshiped at the top of the floating desolation.

Year after year, I rarely come back once.

Even if the old things are like water flowing eastward, and the horror of childhood has long been turned into absurdity, some things are gone forever.Wen Heng's reluctance to fight for it was both ironic and self-preservation, so he simply took a step back and completely respected Dongjing, a place of right and wrong.

In Yu Yang's side hall, Wen Heng recalled carefully: "At that time, I didn't pay much attention to you, I only knew that you were the youngest son of my father at that time, without Chu Ji's care, life was not satisfactory. Fortunately, you are lucky, Empress Dowager did not have time to attack you during her lifetime, and when you were half a year old, she fell into the water and died."

"Later, it was reasonable for Wen Xiangjing to ignore you, but when you were seven years old, you were accepted as a disciple by Patriarch Taixuan, and he began to care a lot about you. At first, Ren Everyone will think that he is trying to win over you, but after a long time, they all feel that he is sincere."

"Even I thought he had come to his senses and wanted to make up for you. But I never expected..." He paused for a moment, and whispered four words, "His nature is hard to change."

Years of past events have surfaced, and upon closer inspection, they are indeed extremely absurd.

Wen Xuan pursed her lips and clenched her fingertips quietly, and remained silent for a long time.

He rarely heard about his mother in the palace since he was a child. He didn't know where she came from, and he didn't know what kind of person she was.Now that those old grievances were suddenly brought up, he suddenly felt a little dazed, his heart was just gripped so hard that he couldn't tell what he was feeling.

After hearing this, for a long time, he just said: "So that's how it is..."

"Then what should we do now?" He looked at Min Shao.

Wen Xuan looked very calm.Min Shao stared straight at him for a moment, then recovered his expression after a while, and replied in a deep voice: "I will send the envoys of Dongjing away, these days you will first live in Guangyang Palace, don't go out, and tell the outside world that you have left the palace. When Dongjing sends people again, I will make a deal with them."

"……trade?"

Min Shao's eyes were heavy, and he added: "It's impossible for Wen Xiangjing to agree to a deal."

……

Later, under the escort of Yu Yang, Wen Heng secretly returned to the top of the floating wasteland.

Wen Xuan had nowhere to go, and Min Shao didn't allow him to run around for safety reasons, so he could only sit on the roof of Guangyang Hall, holding a jar and drinking.

The roof of Guangyang Hall is very high, and it is located on the central axis of the palace. It has a wide view and is very suitable for viewing the moon.Today is the first day of the new year, the first day of the new year, but due to the plan, he can't go to Yu Yang's palace banquet, so he can only sit here alone to enjoy the scenery.

Looking around, the palace lanterns of the entire Yuyang Palace have been replaced with thick red. When the candles are lit, warm orange is reflected. Sitting on a high place and looking down, the place is full of colorful lights and bright lights.

Looking back on how many wonderful quatrains have been written under such beautiful scenery from ancient times to the present, Wen Xuan even feels that he doesn't have to worry about writing new words now, because he himself is very worried.

But before he could figure out why, he was interrupted by a voice below.

"Hey, Sixth Highness, Sixth Highness!"

Fu Si didn't know why he came here, so he stood at the bottom with his head up and called him. The roof of Guangyang Hall was very high, so he had to straighten his neck and open his voice to shout, "Come down quickly, it's cold at night, and it's bad for your body to be damaged." That's trouble!"

But Wen Xuan seemed to be deaf, she propped her chin and looked at the moon, pressing the wine jar with her fingertips, rolling back and forth on the tiles with a slight tilt.

"Your Majesty said, he will be back soon. You come down first, the old slave brought you something good!" Fu Si hurriedly persuaded him again.

Wen Xuan glanced at it, then got up and jumped lightly, the white robe fluttered and fell to the ground.

"Uncle Fu, today is a special day, don't be too busy, come back earlier."

"Hey, what did His Highness the Sixth Highness say? The old slave can't be idle, but he has nothing to do when he is idle." While talking, Fu Si took out a brocade box from his arms. The box was not big, but carved It was fine and looked very precious, and she handed it to Wen Xuan, "His Sixth Highness, take a look, are you satisfied?"

Wen Xuan took it over and opened the box, inside was a jade-colored porcelain vase.

"What is this?" Wen Xuan asked, opening the porcelain bottle and smelling it.

Very fragrant, like peach blossom.

"Lao Nu personally picked them on the East Street in the city. It's a century-old store. The quality of the products sold is very good. If you get used to it, you can try other flavors in the future."

Seeing that his answer was not what he asked, Wen Xuan said incredulously: "I just want to ask, what is this for?"

Fu Si played Tai Chi with him, "That store is called Jinyu Pavilion, which is very famous in Yuyang, you can just ask the king."

"..."

Fine.

Fu Si said again: "There is one more thing. Your Majesty told you today that you should be less visible to others in the near future. The wind outside is getting tighter. You have to avoid it and pretend that you are not in the Yuyang Palace. Tell me Look, you have climbed so high just now, if someone with a heart stabs you out, it will cause a lot of trouble..."

Fu Si babbled, and as he talked, he brought Wen Xuan into the house, "Your Majesty is also doing it for your own good. The incident at Dongjing happened suddenly, and your Majesty has been devastated for the past two days. But no matter what, the gang below People think that things have nothing to do with themselves. During the Chinese New Year, you should eat and drink, and the banquets cannot be stopped, and the festivals must go on as usual, so only the emperor will put himself in your shoes..."

Wen Xuan was slightly taken aback.

The door of the hall was pushed open, and the spiritual energy on the stone carvings on the wall inside the hall was circulating, and the whole Guangyang Hall was warm and harmonious, completely different from the temperature outside.

Fu Si stopped at the door, didn't come in, just stood there, and chatted with him carelessly: "Look at the old servant, Your Majesty is in a much better mood recently, because you come to live in the palace, Although his temper is still the same, the changes are always obvious."

"It's just that your majesty is a man with a lot of thought, but he doesn't talk much, so you need to be more accommodating. After all, what he said is correct, just listen to it, so as not to bother him and hurt his body. Not only the old slave, but also At that time, you should also feel distressed."

Wen Xuan's eyes moved slightly when he heard the words, and then he paused.

After a while, his eyes lowered slightly, and he said in a low voice:

"Understood, please Fu Bo... I won't do it in the future."

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