A kitten dressed as an empress

"I found that you unconsciously walked to the swing in the Qiongshu Forest at night, so I thought of asking you." Wen Ruyan was a little panicked by the look.

Zhao Yao's eyes flickered in panic, "You really know."

Wen Ruyan felt that his bones were being pressed and rattled, and hurriedly said, "Let me go first, okay?"

But Zhao Yao didn't let go, but hugged Wen Ruyan tightly and said, "I can't let you go."

Not only did the strength not decrease, but it became heavier. Unprepared for a moment, Wen Ruyan's clumsy jaw hit her shoulder. The pain almost brought tears to his eyes. pain."

Zhao Yao looked down at Wen Ruyan's chin, raised her hand and rubbed it lightly, her eyes were full of apology and she whispered, "I'm sorry."

I wanted to complain a few words, but seeing Zhao Yao's serious apology, Wen Ruyan couldn't speak harshly, so she could only ask instead: "You knew you had this symptom a long time ago, why didn't you want to tell me?"

"I..." Zhao Yao lightly rubbed her side face with her fingertips, pursed her thin lips and stopped speaking.

Wen Ruyan looked at Zhao Yao eagerly, but the two of them stared at each other, and they refused to wait for her to speak again.

"You are hiding your disease and avoiding medicine." Wen Ruyan could only remind her aloud.

Zhao Yao looked at Wen Ruyan with flickering eyes, as if she was not afraid of her own symptoms, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I have checked the pulse myself, and there is no symptom, so it should not be a serious illness."

"It's no problem for you to go out at night in summer now, but when you go out in winter and catch the cold, no wonder it's better to have cold hands and feet."

Wen Ruyan held the hand resting on the side of his face and muttered.

"Are you feeling sorry for me?" Zhao Yao asked in a low voice, holding the person in thin clothes tightly with one hand.

Wen Ruyan was forced to lean forward, a little shy to meet the look in those quiet eyes, so she raised her hand to cover the overly tender eyes and said, "Don't look at me with such colored eyes in broad daylight. "

Zhao Yao stretched out her hand to gently hold Wen Ruyan's hand, slightly moved her gaze away and asked puzzledly, "What is colored vision?"

"You can experience it for yourself." Wen Ruyan reached out and took out a small handle copper mirror from one side to take a distressed photo of his devastated face, and there were obvious bruises on one side of his jaw.

The palace servants who were waiting outside suddenly received an order and hurriedly fetched boiled eggs from the imperial dining room.

Zhao Yao peeled the egg, then wrapped it with a handkerchief and lightly applied it to the side of her face and said, "Don't worry, it shouldn't leave a scar."

Wen Ruyan peeled the peanuts with one hand and asked, "You haven't answered my question just now."

"What?" Zhao Yao lightly moved the egg, somewhat wondering how much she understood.

"Why do you only sit on the swing?" Wen Ruyan handed the peanut to Zhao Yao's mouth.

Zhao Yao ate the peanuts and replied hesitantly: "I don't know either."

"Really?" Wen Ruyan felt that Zhao Yao must not be telling the truth.

"It's been so long, I've forgotten a bit."

Seeing that Zhao Yao really didn't want to talk about her childhood, Wen Ruyan could only find other ways.

After all, heart disease still needs heart medicine. If Zhao Yao can untie her heart knot, it may be able to effectively relieve sleepwalking.

One day when Wen Ruyan went to Zangshu Pavilion, Su Qing held the teacup before drinking, and asked a little hesitantly: "Why is Miss Wen suddenly interested in Your Majesty's biological mother?"

Wen Ruyan flipped through the record book about the previous concubines in the palace, suddenly turned her head to look at Su Qing, sized her eyes and approached and asked: "How long has Miss Su been in the palace this year?"

Su Qing had a bad feeling. Just as he was hesitating, Xia Xiang, who was eating pastries, responded obediently: "Miss Wen, Miss Su has entered the palace for 12 years this year."

"Xiao Xiang'er is so good." Wen Ruyan raised his hand and rubbed Xia Xiang's little ears.

Zhao Yao was just eleven years ago 12 years ago, and her biological mother, Zhuang Lingqiong, died in the winter of that year.

Very helpless, Su Qing glanced at the little palace man and said, "I first entered the palace, and I didn't hear anything about Empress Dowager Zhuang, so I'm afraid there's nothing I can do."

Wen Ruyan looked at the brief sentences on the brochure, leaned forward and asked, "What is the relationship between the Empress Dowager Zhuang and Your Majesty?"

Originally thought that Zhao Yao lost her parents' company when she was young, but she didn't expect to be with her for 11 years, so it is impossible for Zhao Yao not to have an impression.

Unless the relationship between the two is so bad that Zhao Yao doesn't want to mention it at all.

"Your Majesty has never been good at talking. At the beginning, except for the Empress Dowager Zhuang, I hardly communicated with others. I am afraid that I, a little girl, would not know." What Su Qing said was not false. , the ministers also knew in their hearts that this was just a puppet pushed up.

If Wen Ruyan would have believed it in the past, but seeing the court officials talking nonsense when they saw people talking about people, they would naturally be able to guess the meaning of the difference.

Su Qing was able to work in front of the Supreme Emperor at the beginning, but now Zhao Yao can still keep it, there must be two brushes.

"Then you can always tell me why the Empress Dowager Zhuang died?"

"I heard that he contracted a serious disease at first, and then died of depression."

"Disease?" Wen Ruyan thought to himself, could this still be hereditary?

Seeing that Wen Ruyan refused to give up, Su Qing could guess in her heart that the empress must not know about this matter, otherwise she didn't need to ask herself in a secret way.

Then I can't easily reveal the wind, otherwise I am afraid that the consequences will be serious.

"Well, it's just an illness, so it's gone in winter."

Wen Ruyan held the book in his hand and asked, "Tell me about the evil disease?"

"This matter has been going on for some years. If you want to know, why don't you ask His Majesty?" Su Qing asked tentatively.

"She, she is too busy all day long." Wen Ruyan prevaricated, then asked again, "Tell me about the specific symptoms of the disease."

Su Qing was a little embarrassed, after all, the cause of Empress Dowager Zhuang's death was somewhat strange, but since the Supreme Emperor didn't investigate further, there was no need for him to make the incident too bizarre.

"It is said that he contracted an infectious disease. Not only the Empress Dowager Zhuang, but also the palace servants who served the Empress Dowager Zhuang had rotten sores all over her body, and her face was rotten and pus-feeding and extremely itchy. The Empress Dowager Zhuang couldn't bear the stimulation, so she got frustrated. Crazy, this is the end of melancholy."

Wen Ruyan originally thought that Empress Dowager Zhuang was suffering from a mental illness, but she didn't expect it to be such a strange illness.No matter how you listen, it feels like you have been hit.

After all, there are such plots in Gongdou dramas, it's hard for Wen Ruyan not to think about that.

"Then why didn't Zhao Yao get infected?" Mother and daughter have to meet each other every day, so it should be easier to get infected.

This question was asked so suddenly that Su Qing didn't know how to answer it.

In fact, Su Qing was also so confused at the time. Later, when he got in touch with the empress, he found that the empress had no sadness at all, and only then realized that the empress and Empress Dowager Zhuang might not have much mother-daughter relationship.

Otherwise, there would be no reaction at all. At that time, Su Qing still felt very strange when he saw it.

"I don't know what's going on." Su Qing responded with slightly evasive eyes.

Wen Ruyan flipped through the few sentences in the booklet and said: "The empress dowager Zhuang has a face comparable to the bright moon, and she has a benevolent heart. She bestows the title of benevolence. Is this the emperor?"

Su Qing slowly looked at the booklet and replied: "Yes."

This is so good at boasting, it's hard for Wen Ruyan not to think about the motive of the Supreme Emperor's seizure of the throne, whether he also had some desire to compete for beauty.

At that time, Zhuang Lingqiong was the crown princess and pregnant. If there was no Supreme Emperor, she would probably be the Queen of the Southern Kingdom.

After the Supreme Emperor seized the throne, he killed all the blood of Zhao's royal family, except Zhuang Lingqiong and her children, and let them still live in Yuqing Palace, where only princes can live. This kind of thinking is a bit too partial.

"How can such a good person neglect his daughter?" Wen Ruyan looked at the word "benevolence and virtue", and hesitated in his heart.

Zhuang Lingqiong lived with Zhao Yao in the Yuqing Palace. She contracted the disease for no reason, and everyone in the palace suffered, but her own daughter was the only one who was not infected. There are only two possibilities.

The first type of poison is Zhao Yao, so Zhao Yao has an antidote.

But Zhao Yao had no reason to harm her mother, after all, she was her only relative in the palace, not to mention that Zhao Yao was only eleven years old at that time, which was too young.

Wen Ruyan can only think of the second one, Zhuang Lingqiong is a very good at pretending, she looks like a gentle and polite woman to outsiders, but in reality she is a very ruthless person.

It seems that Zhuang Lingqiong is a mother with a double appearance, so Zhao Yao doesn't want to mention her too much.

"Miss Wen, Your Majesty is sending someone to look for you." The palace servants outside Zangshu Pavilion reported anxiously.

"Got it." Wen Ruyan closed the book and got up immediately.

Su Qing couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but Wen Ruyan suddenly turned around and asked, "Miss Su, who do you think is most likely to benefit from the sudden illness of the Empress Dowager Zhuang?"

"Probably the late Concubine Jin." Su Qing knew some things more or less. Everyone has heard something.

"Thank you very much." Wen Ruyan raised his hand and rubbed Xia Xiang's cheek, and then left Cangshu Pavilion.

Su Qing was thanked somewhat inexplicably. When she turned around and went back to the main table to continue copying the books, the little palace servant suddenly said, "Empress Dowager Zhuang has a bad relationship with His Majesty, so why doesn't Lady Su want to tell Miss Wen?"

"How did you know this?" Su Qingwei stopped turning the pages of the book, and turned her head to look at the little palace man who was studying ink.

Xia Xiang replied slightly bulging with sour plums in her mouth: "I once heard an old nanny mention that when the Empress Dowager Zhuang was gone, His Majesty didn't even shed a tear."

Su Qing raised his hand and lightly rubbed the earlobe of the little palace man and said, "Some things in the palace are better left in the stomach, do you understand?"

"Hmm." Xia Xiang knew that there were many things in the palace that she couldn't say, but she didn't know why Lady Su didn't want to tell Miss Wen, so she could only think that maybe this matter had something to do with His Majesty.

His Majesty has always been moody, maybe it's because he doesn't like being asked about his past, and maybe Miss Su is protecting Miss Wen.

Wen Ruyan walked back to the Chaotian Hall from Zangshu Pavilion, and stepped into the waterside pavilion, and saw Zhao Yao sitting on the bamboo couch in the waterside pavilion, with a very relaxed expression.

"I've only been there for a while, and you asked the palace servants to look for it. What's the hurry?"

Zhao Yao held a round fan in her hand and fanned Wen Ruyan to the wind: "It's very hot in midsummer, why can't you go to Zangshu Pavilion by yourself?"

Wen Ruyan took a sip of slightly cold tea, and poked his eyes towards Zhao Yao who was beside him.

This bright yellow dress embroidered with dragon patterns is decorated with pearls and stones, and the light-colored belt just sets off Zhao Yao's slender figure, her face is as bright as white jade, and her slightly raised eyes are inadvertently revealing A charming style that is completely different from usual.

It's a pity that such a good-looking person is a jealous person.

"You know that I'm just going to see Xia Xiang, but you still want to make trouble, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?" Wen Ruyan leaned closer and lightly pecked those thin lips, with a smile in his eyes.

Zhao Yao embraced Wen Ruyan with her arms and responded a few times before responding: "You know that I care about it, but you still do it on purpose. Don't you care that I will be unhappy?"

This is really a strange logic. It is obviously unreasonable to make trouble first, but there is no one who can say that it is so reasonable.

"We stick together every day, don't you feel tired?" Wen Ruyan took the round fan from Zhao Yao's hand and fanned it by himself.

"Tired?" Zhao Yao lightly played with Wen Ruyan's hand between her fingers, turned her head to look at her flushed cheeks due to the heat, and raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her cheeks, "I don't feel tired, I'll stay with you now I'm afraid I don't have enough time in one place, so I think that we will be buried in the same coffin in the future, so that's the best."

Wen Ruyan's cheeks turned even redder under Zhao Yao's scorching gaze, these words are so sweet that no one will stop.

"You, what nonsense are you talking about?"

I'm only in my early twenties now, so it's too early to think about it.

Looking at Wen Ruyan's red earlobes, Zhao Yao asked with an itchy heart, "You don't want to be separated from me either, do you?"

Wen Ruyan only felt that his ears were so itchy, he raised his hand and gently pushed Zhao Yao away, meeting those overly affectionate eyes, he couldn't say what he wanted to reply.

If we use Su Qing's words to infer Zhao Yao's childhood situation, then Zhao Yao really took a script with a beautiful, strong and miserable heroine.

She lost her father since she was a child, and was not valued by her biological mother. Her aunt has a strong desire to control. Even if she becomes an empress now, she doesn't have any relatives or friends around her.

"En." Wen Ruyan replied with a blushing face.

Even if it's not a relationship, then you should treat her well.

Sleepwalking is also a mental illness, and I can't increase her psychological pressure any more.

Zhao Yao pinched her earlobe with her fingertips and said softly, "I heard you agreed just now, but there is no chance to go back on your word."

Wen Ruyan raised his hands to cover his ears, and avoided Zhao Yao's tempting behavior of approaching at any time: "If you cheat, the two of us may capsize."

"What is cheating?"

Alas, this talk is really tiring.

Just when Wen Ruyan was worried and couldn't find a chance to review the news alone, Song Zhen, the new noble concubine, suddenly rushed out.

Inside the pavilion, Zhao Yao looked at Wen Ruyan who was calling for the palace servants to set up a chessboard, with helplessness in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I haven't summoned my concubines recently, but the government affairs are too busy?" Song Zhen originally thought that the Empress didn't care much about her, but she was suddenly named a noble concubine again, and she felt a little more confident in her heart.

After all, with her good looks and the background of the Song family, Song Zhen felt that the empress was playing hard to get, so she took the initiative.

"Well, it's only during this period of time that I have free time." Zhao Yao put down the chess piece, and responded with some impatience between her brows.

Zhao Yao promoted Song Zhen to be a noble concubine because she wanted to keep the Song family in high favor, but she didn't expect Song Zhen to be very good at clinging to people's hearts, it seems that she wanted to be the second Jin concubine in vain.

What a pity.

Song Zhen didn't notice Zhao Yao's thoughts, she just played chess and joked as usual, and she reluctantly left Chaotian Palace until the afternoon.

Zhao Yao went to look for Wen Ruyan, and saw her sitting alone on the Qiongshu's swing. At this time, Qionghua had already lost, and it was just an ordinary forest.

"What are you doing here alone?" Zhao Yao sat down sideways and asked.

Wen Ruyan tapped the ground with his toes, holding the roster borrowed from the inner secretary in his hand, his eyes fluttered: "I'm looking to see if Jin Taifei has any palace servants left in the palace."

Zhao Yao was puzzled and asked: "What are you doing with Concubine Jin?"

"I found out that in the year your mother passed away, Concubine Jin suddenly disposed of some of her close palace servants, so I want to see if there is any relationship."

Maybe this part of the close-fitting palace people are the people who were ordered to be poisoned by the concubine Jin back then.

Of course, without evidence, Wen Ruyan couldn't say it.

The breeze in the forest came slowly, the swaying leaves rustled, and the speckled light and shadow fell on Wen Ruyan's side, Zhao Yao raised her hand to smooth the fine hair flying around her face, and replied: "Do you want to check on the concubine Jin?" Is it related to the cause of mother's death?"

"Ah."

"It's been many years, so what if you find out?" Once upon a time, Zhao Yao wanted to find out the truth about her mother's sudden illness, but then everything changed.

"Although it's useless, don't you want to know the truth?" Wen Ruyan looked at Zhao Yao, who was too calm, and asked tentatively.

Zhao Yao lightly touched her tender cheeks with her fingertips, reluctantly withdrew her hand, and then looked at the setting sun that was about to set, and replied: "I have known for a long time that my mother's illness has something to do with Concubine Jin, and not only I know, but mother doesn't know , but Auntie acted as if nothing had happened, which meant letting Concubine Jin go."

"What?" Wen Ruyan thought that the Supreme Emperor had something similar to Bai Yueguang about Zhao Yao's biological mother, so he didn't care about it?

"Are you surprised?" Zhao Yao clasped Wen Ruyan's hand lightly with her palm, and said calmly, "There is only power and profit in this palace, even brothers and sisters who are related by blood can fight each other with swords, let alone our aunt In other words, it’s just a canary for viewing.”

Who would have imagined that the concubine Jin would only target her mother because of a pot of flowers, but my aunt watched the two fight openly and secretly, but never stopped it.

At that time, Zhao Yao still didn't understand that the art of the emperor lies in being ruthless, not only being ruthless to herself, but putting everyone in the palm of her hand, but her mother mistakenly thought that she could conquer the emperor, and even wanted to use her aunt to ascend to the throne. At the pinnacle of power, this touched my aunt's rebellious scales.

Therefore, my aunt turned a blind eye to Concubine Jin's secret revenge, because my aunt was waiting for her mother to surrender to her.

It's just that no one thought that Concubine Jin would kill her. Her mother was disfigured due to illness, but her whole temperament became even more tyrannical.

"Then your aunt still praises your mother for being more beautiful than Mingyue, why is she so helpless?" Wen Ruyan became angrier as she thought about it, and she didn't even want to read the roster.

Zhao Yao came to her senses, seeing her so angry, the chill in her eyes dissipated a lot, raised her hand to poke her cheek and responded, "Why are you angry?"

"I'm angry for you." Wen Ruyan couldn't avoid Zhao Yao's hand, so he had to grab Wen Liang's hand.

"But I'm not angry anymore." After all, they all lost, and I was the one who won in the end.

Wen Ruyan looked at Zhao Yao and asked hesitantly: "I heard that your mother's illness infected the close palace servants, so why are you okay?"

"I lived in a side hall at that time, and I had a lot of homework on weekdays, so I seldom lived and ate with my mother." Zhao Yao's eyes fell on the hand held by her, and she quietly concealed part of the matter.

Usually mother and child in the palace would have a daily greeting, but Zhao Yao never did, except when her aunt came to visit Yuqing Palace, the mother would put on a benevolent and peaceful appearance.

With such an appearance, even her aunt was deceived before, Zhao Yao dared not speak out, she only hoped that her mother would always be like this.

But as long as aunt leaves Yuqing Palace, Zhao Yao will be thrown in the corner like an abandoned child.

Back then, Concubine Jin was in the limelight in the palace. Because of the strength of her mother's family, no one in the palace dared to disobey her.

The existence of her mother is like a thorn in the heart of the jealous Jin Taifei, but her aunt is always busy staying in Yuqing Palace, which naturally makes Jin Taifei even more grudge.

If the mother hadn't cooperated with the banker to try to rebel, maybe my aunt would not have thought of ignoring her mother at that time, so she would not have given Concubine Jin a chance to attack.

But there is no if in the world, everything has been settled.

"Really?" Looking at Zhao Yao's expression, Wen Ruyan didn't quite believe it, and only thought that if Zhao Yao could open up her heart, maybe the symptoms of sleepwalking would be alleviated a lot.

Zhao Yao met that worried gaze and responded, "Yes."

Wen Ruyan couldn't tell whether Zhao Yao was telling the truth or lying.

"You don't have the slightest impression of the swing?"

"Maybe it's because I used to sit on a swing with my mother when I was young." Zhao Yao replied hesitantly, tapping the ground with her toes, and then the swing shook slightly.

The gorgeous sunset glow lay in the forest, and the shadows of the two of them stretched out very long together. Zhao Yao held a warm hand between her fingers, and looked at the shadow to vaguely see the figure of a child.

A young child was sitting alone on the swing, and not far away, the mother and aunt were chatting and laughing at the stone table under the Qiong grove.

The child wanted to let his mother play with him, but he was afraid of being punished by his mother, so he had to lower his head sullenly.

But the child finally couldn't hold back and came forward to ask aloud. The mother was not angry but sat on the swing with the child to play.

At that time, the child only felt that he was full of joy. When the sun set and his aunt left Yuqing Palace, his mother changed. A bright red palm print fell on the child's cheek, and the mother warned not to speak out without authorization.

Since then, the child never dared to beg the mother for anything, for fear that the mother would be angry and punish him.

Zhao Yao felt that perhaps she missed such a gentle mother too much when she was young, so she always had a certain obsession with the swing.

It's a pity that such a mother is so hypocritical that people hate it, and it's not worth Wen Ruyan's troubles for her.

"It's getting dark soon." Zhao Yao looked down at the lazy person who was resting on her shoulder, took him into her arms with one hand, lightly pecked her side face and pampered her, "How long do you want to play?"

Wen Ruyan thought about Zhao Yao's understatement just now, and felt inexplicably sad.

Under what circumstances, Zhao Yao would keep such an insignificant scene in mind?

Probably when it is out of reach.

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