The Queen Mother of the Red Chamber

Jia Yuanchun was buried in a grand funeral with the ceremony of a noble concubine.

It is only said that the palace people did not take care of her properly, which caused the imperial concubine to give birth prematurely.After the death of several palace servants, the harem returned to calm.

After Jia Baoyu attended Jia Yuanchun's funeral, he was sent back to Jia's mansion.

Xiao Rong glanced at Jia Baoyu from a distance, the child had been tortured to the point where he had long since lost the delicate and jade-like appearance of the day.Forget it, they are all children who don't know the world, and shouldn't be involved in these court grievances.Jia Yuanchun should feel at ease now.

The queen's delivery is imminent, Xiao Rong dare not be careless.After experiencing Jia Yuanchun's dystocia, Xiao Rong became more and more frightened now.I must ask several times a day, food and daily life, and everything is done by myself.

"The imperial doctor said that it's only a few days, you have to take good care of yourself."

The queen leaned on the bed, with her palms lightly placed on her stomach, her round face due to pregnancy was full of smiles, "The movement has become more and more serious in the past few days, I guess I can't wait."

Xiao Rong also smiled and said: "Pi Xiaozi, it's the same as the emperor back then."

Before the queen could speak, she saw Ziyan stepping in, "Concubine Feng has arrived at Changle Palace."

Xiao Rong took Xiao Rong back, patted the queen's hand, and stood up, "It's time for Aijia to return to the palace, and I'll come see you tomorrow."

The queen hesitated to speak, and finally nodded.

In Changle Palace, Feng Baoyi sat anxiously in the hall.From time to time, he stretched his hand into the cuff, squeezed the sheepskin cloth, and then let go.

"The Empress Dowager is here—" came the high-pitched voice, and Feng Baoyi's heart even rose to his throat.

After Xiao Rong walked into the hall and sat on the phoenix chair in the center, Feng Baoyi hurriedly saluted and greeted him.

Xiao Rong smiled and said: "I was busy with Fengzao Palace a few days ago, but I didn't take care of you. Did you go back a few days ago?"

Feng Baoyi hurriedly said: "After offering incense to my mother, I also chatted with my father and brother, and returned to the palace in the evening, but the Queen Mother has been busy these days, and my concubines dare not bother me."

"That's good." Xiao Rong said with a smile, "The Ai family just got a piece of Hangzhou silkworm brocade yesterday. This material is good for making clothes. You can take it back later and let Siyifang make you a dress. It’s going to be summer soon, and it’s cool.”

Feng Baoyi hurriedly stood up, thanked him, and sat down again.

The two drank tea and were silent for a while.Feng Baoyi gritted his teeth, took out the sheepskin in his sleeve and preached: "Queen Mother, my concubine got a new picture a few days ago, it looks very interesting, I want to present it to the Queen Mother, but I don't know if the Queen Mother likes it. "

Xiao Rong stopped drinking tea, his eyes flickered, and he smiled and said: "Aijia, let's see what it is."

Ziyan next to her hurriedly took it and presented it to Xiao Rong.

Xiao Rong reached out to take it, opened it and looked at it carefully for a while, then smiled and said: "It really is a good item. Concubine Feng has a heart."

Feng Baoyi said: "It is a concubine's blessing to share the worries of the Empress Dowager."

The death of Jia Yuanchun has already indicated that the only big tree that Jia's family can rely on has completely fallen.In addition, the conflict between Jia's House and Xue's House has become apparent, and Wang Ziteng has shown his support for Xue's House with actions, making Jia's house even more difficult.Even if Mrs. Wang walked around a few times, she couldn't support her alone.

"These days are getting more and more difficult." Wang Xifeng sat on the armchair and fanned himself drinking tea, feeling that the tea was becoming more and more difficult to drink.

Jia Lian was still rocking back and forth on the rocking chair, humming a little tune.

Wang Xifeng squinted her phoenix eyes and raised her eyebrows. She stood up and put her feet on the corners of the rocking chair. She pointed to Jia Lian with her slender fingers and said, "What kind of situation is it now? Do you still have such idle thoughts?"

With a smile on his face, Jia Lian stood up and hugged Wang Xifeng.

"It's a bright day, what are you talking about?" Wang Xifeng struggled slightly.

"Hehehe, who cares about us now? Ma'am, calm down. Now that the master and the second uncle are also exiled, what can we do if we are in a hurry?" Jia Lian kissed Wang Xifeng while talking. cheeks.

"Bah." Wang Xifeng pushed Jia Lian away, and pointed at Jia Lian's skirt vigorously, "Could it be possible to be eaten while sitting? Tell you, you are willing, but I am not!" Then he walked into the inner room. go.While walking, he shouted: "Ping'er, Ping'er."

"Here, grandma." Ping'er trotted in with a pile of clothes in his arms.

Seeing Ping'er holding a pile of clothes, Jia Lian asked, "What are you doing with these things? Isn't it going to be summer?"

Ping'er laughed and said, "Grandma ordered you to put the clothes you used in the past to dry in the sun so that you can put them in boxes."

Sister Feng was sitting in front of the dressing table wiping her forehead hair, and said, "Ping'er, come and help me comb my hair, hurry up and go out while it's still early."

"Yes, grandma." Ping'er hurried over.

Jia Lian was full of doubts and asked, "Going out? There are no rents or shops outside these days, why are you going out?"

Sister Feng didn't look back, and said to the mirror: "It's not me, it's us. I sent a letter to my aunt the day before yesterday, and I wanted to go back to my mother's house for a while, and my aunt has already replied to the letter agreeing. Let's go there today, with Ping'er and us. The maids and women who came along went over together. You also go to tidy up, and you can't be rude later. "

"You want, you want..." Although Jia Lian was a bit of a mess in normal times, she was very clear about Sister Feng's current behavior, which was a blatant departure from the family.

Here Ping'er has already combed Sister Feng's hair. He just inserted a golden hairpin and looked at the shiny face in the mirror with satisfaction. Then he stood up, turned around and sneered at Jia Lian: Fortunately, even if I have no money, I can get some money from other places to make do with it. But now the master is gone, and the money is gone. There is an old one on top, and a crazy little one on the bottom. Even if you risk your life, you can't support such a big family, if you don't want to leave, is it possible that you can come up with some money?"

Since the defeat of the Jia family, the family has become more and more difficult. Now the empress in the palace is gone, and the only support is gone.The old lady has been seriously ill since her mother left, and Baoyu has been in a trance since she came back, sometimes crazy, sometimes crying, causing the whole family to make trouble.Thinking about it so carefully, Jia Lian felt as if a big rock had been placed in his heart, and he was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

"How about, to go or not to go?"

Jia Lian sighed, nodded and said, "Go."

The fact that Jia Lian and his wife left Rongguo Mansion with Qiao and all the women and maids alarmed Jia's mother and Mrs. Wang.Jia Mu fell headfirst on the pillow and scolded: "You are unworthy descendants, you are unworthy descendants."

Although all the servants are comforting, they are also worried in their hearts. Now that the situation is like this, I am afraid that they are really going to collapse. What will they do in the future?

The gloomy clouds in Jia's mansion naturally cannot cause the slightest disturbance in this capital city.

In a few days, the eldest son of the main palace will be born.In order to show his love for his son-in-law, the emperor asked the Huguo Temple to open an altar to worship the heavens and worship the gods of the ancestors.

The people in Beijing went to the Huguo Temple in groups in order to get happy, and surrounded the outside of the Huguo Temple to perform Buddhist rituals.The incense in Huguo Temple was unusually prosperous.

When the court was looking forward to the birth of the son of the middle palace, Wang Ziteng suddenly volunteered to go to Qianshi Mountain to suppress the bandits, as a gift to welcome the arrival of the prince.

What is the origin of Qianshi Mountain, most of the people in the imperial court know it well.Although it is clearly said that they are a gang of gangsters, and they have never robbed their homes on weekdays, the government will naturally not take the initiative to touch that gang, and secretly know that the leader of those people is surnamed "Yizhong".Who is doing the training, naturally only a few insiders can find out, including Feng Tang who just returned to Beijing.

After Feng Tang returned home, he deeply felt that the current situation might get worse. This Prince Teng has always been a conservative party, and now he is working so hard, he is probably on the sidelines.This time the emperor approved [-] soldiers from Kyoto, although they are not comparable to those elite soldiers from Qianshi Mountain, but if the two sides really fight, the loss will be huge.

When Feng Ziying opened the door and walked into the study, she saw Feng Tang frowning, "Father, are you looking for a child?"

Looking back, Feng Tang saw the heroic face of his own son, and he began to hesitate in his heart. This child is so young, and his future is boundless. For the promise he made to the first emperor that day, he followed him and In today's confrontation, is he too cruel as a father...

"Ying'er, you don't want to go to Qianshi Mountain these days. Today, Wang Ziteng invited you to suppress the bandits. I'm afraid you will have to move the camp."

Hearing this, Feng Ziying's handsome face was slightly distorted, "What? That old man is really a treacherous person!" After thinking about it again, she began to worry again, "But father, this capital city is only a hundred miles away. Qianshi Mountain can accommodate such a large army without attracting others' attention, if we abandon it rashly, I'm afraid we will lose such a good location."

Feng Tang sighed, deep grooves formed between his brows, "As a father, I need to discuss with Old Qiantui."

"Father, the son is willing to deliver the message."

"No," Feng Tang said, "Ying'er, don't get involved in this matter in the future!"

"Father--"

"Stop talking!" Before Feng Ziying could speak, Feng Tang sternly stopped, flicked his sleeves, and pushed the door out.

Feng Ziying angrily punched the table, making a loud bang.

The sky in the dark night is dull.The beating drums were beating one after another.In order to welcome the son-in-law in the past few days, the bell towers in Beijing have also lit up bright lanterns, faintly illuminating the city of Kyoto.

At this time, a small pair of horses galloped past, and went out of the city through the corner gate.In an instant, the corner gate closed, forming an insurmountable barrier in the city of Kyoto.

The terrain of Qianshi Mountain is dangerous, and it is difficult for ordinary people to enter, but for someone like Feng Ziying who has been here thousands of times, he can climb up it with his eyes closed, let alone entering the mountain at night.

After listening to Feng Tang's words this afternoon, Feng Ziying felt more and more unacceptable.Seeing that the army is getting better day by day, how can we suddenly give up when the great achievement is about to be completed.The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, and it was inevitable that the form would change, so I took advantage of the night to go up to Qianshi Mountain.

As soon as he passed the defense, someone with a soldier came up to meet him. After seeing Feng Ziying, he saluted and said, "I've seen you, my lord."

"Excuse me." Feng Ziying raised her hand and walked to the front, seeing that the tents were neat and orderly, her heart became more and more satisfied.

The leading guard said: "Young master, why did you suddenly go up the mountain so late, but there is something urgent?"

Feng Ziying said with a smile: "It's nothing, I just want to see how the soldiers are doing. Since my father came back these days, I often ask about it, and I am also a little worried."

"So that's how it is," said the leading guard with a smile, "Don't worry, my lord, we dare not forget General Feng's teachings, practice day and night, and we've achieved great success. At dawn, let you see how the morale of the soldiers is?"

"Well, I will rest here today, and I will practice with the soldiers tomorrow morning."

"Follow the order." The guard saluted, and arranged for his cronies to lead Feng Ziying to the central camp.

Shenwu General's Mansion

In the master bedroom, there was darkness, and heavy breathing could be faintly heard, which was the strong breath of a warrior.

Behind the gray curtain, Feng Tang was lying in the brocade quilt, with sweat profusely on his forehead, "Yinger, Yinger..."

"Bang bang bang." There was a rapid knock on the door.

Feng Tang was finally awakened by the sound, sat up and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

The voice of the chief steward came from outside the door, "My lord, it's an urgent letter from Miss Er."

When a letter came from the Forbidden Palace late at night, Feng Tang realized the urgency of the situation, got out of bed nimbly, opened the door to receive the letter from the official, and opened it hastily.

"Attack Qianshi Mountain at night." Just five characters.

"Not good," Feng Tang's heart tightened, subconsciously crushed the letter paper, and asked nervously, "Where's Yinger?"

The butler was slightly dazed, and then said: "I entered the room at night, I should have slept."

"No, let someone go and have a look..." Before he finished speaking, he saw the maid in Feng Ziying's room rushing over, "My lord, there is no one in my lord's room."

"Ying'er!" Feng Tang's liver and gallbladder were broken, he didn't even care to put on his coat, and ran directly to the stable in the backyard.

The butler hurriedly followed behind and shouted, "Master, please slow down."

Qianshi Mountain was indeed in a desperate situation at this time, and the vicinity of the camp was already covered in a sea of ​​flames.In the troubled times, the rain of arrows continued, and the camps in the mountains were burned to pieces.The soldiers in the camp fled in all directions, unable to fight back.

"Young Master, what should we do? How could they know the secret way behind the mountain. Now their troops are everywhere, I'm afraid they won't be able to escape."

"This, how could it be, how could it be?" Feng Ziying muttered to herself.

Only myself and my father own the formation map of Qianshi Mountain, outsiders naturally don't know about it, how can these people be so clear about the layout here?

"Brother, take care of yourself." That day when her younger sister Bao Yi returned to the palace, she still whispered in her ear, and Feng Ziying finally came to her senses.

"Sister, hahaha, she really is my good sister!" Feng Ziying shouted to the sky, "Feng Baoyi, you are so cruel!"

"Young master, run quickly." The leader of the guard pulled Feng Ziying to persuade him.

Feng Ziying turned her head and sneered at the direction where the rain of arrows was coming: "Run? Either they die or we die today, how can we insult the reputation of King Yizhong?!" After speaking, he said to the relative next to him: "Take my Come the sword."

After taking the sword from his confidant, Feng Ziying's eyes burst with deep hatred, and he rushed towards the surrounding soldiers with fury like a sea of ​​fire.

The battle of Qianshi Mountain lasted for a long, long time, until a long, long time later, the people nearby seemed to still be able to hear the heart-piercing cries, like the desperate cry from hell.

After Feng Tang looked at the dead body that had long been unidentifiable in the sea of ​​flames, he finally couldn't help but knelt down on the ground, stroking the charred body with trembling palms, and he was still clenched tightly in his dark hands. A sword for my son.Heroes should be equipped with swords. This is what I expected for my son, but I never expected that this would be the result... "Yinger—my son—" the voice was vicissitudes and stern, piercing through the heavy black clouds and going straight The sky resounded throughout the Thousand Stone Mountains.