Politics and Non-Politics - Desire

Han Qinsu held the chess in his hand, and his beautiful eyes kept lingering on the black and white chessboard. He frowned lightly, thought twice, and finally threw the chess piece back into the chess box, sighing softly, "Auntie has surrendered."

Han Fei, who was sitting opposite Han Qin, suddenly laughed, and a sly light flashed in his black and white eyes, and said, "Auntie is finally willing to admit defeat, it really made me wait!"

Hearing this, Han Qin couldn't help poking his forehead, "Okay! I won and feel wronged!"

Han Fei touched the forehead that was poked red, and said with a smile: "How can there be?"

"How dare you say no? In my palace, who dares to be like you?" Han Qin was also annoyed by him.

At the end of the plate, Han Fei poured a cup of tea for each of them at the right time. The steam and the light fragrance of the tea gradually rose, and Han Qin suddenly said, "It seems that it is really as you expected."

Han Fei smiled faintly, "I won't say anything I'm not sure about."

"Then what should we do next?" Han Qin's eyes were stained with a little powerlessness, and he pondered: "Your Majesty's will will never change." Han Qin has been in the palace for many years, so she naturally knows Ying Bo very well. Yes, Ying Bo has a firm heart. Once he decides something, he will definitely carry it out to the end. If he wants to change his determination to make Ying Hao a reserve, unless...

Sensitively noticing the killing intent flashing in Han Qin's eyes, Han Fei took a sip of tea without haste, "There is no need to rush this matter."

"Oh?" Han Qin came back to his senses, "Could it be that you have planned it properly?"

"Well." Han Fei stared blankly at the tea leaves in the teacup, and whispered, "It's still a short wind."

"A wind? What kind of wind?"

"One, the wind from the north." Han Fei's eyes drifted to the little bird parked outside the window.

Han Qin saw that he was pretending to be mysterious, and thought about it for a long time, but he didn't realize what he wanted to do. He couldn't help stretching out his hand again, and poked Han Fei's forehead that she poked just now, saying: "Don't be a fool, tell me your trick."

Han Fei covered his forehead that was red again, and said with a smile: "Don't be so violent all the time."

"Hurry up! Come on! Speak!" Han Qin looked at him as if "threatening", "If you play tricks again, I will tell Tan Lu not to give you alcohol at all!"

"Come on, can I say it's okay?" A pair of peach-blossom eyes suddenly felt wronged, but Han Fei was still quite "aware of current affairs", leaning into Han Qin's ear and telling his plan. "What do you think, aunt?" She looked at Han Qin with burning eyes, like a child begging for praise.

"What a great handwriting! Fei'er is still smart!" Han Qin stared at Han Fei with burning eyes, his eyes filled with pride, he really deserved to be Han Qin's son!

"It would be great if Yue'er had one-tenth of your intelligence." The elder son is famous for his intelligence, but the younger son is stubborn and rebellious.Regarding this point, Han Qin was also very helpless.Although Yue'er is also deeply loved by His Majesty, compared to Han Fei, she is really not a star.

"Yue'er has a high level of comprehension. He has made great progress in his homework recently." Han Fei felt that Ying Yue was also very smart.

"It's all thanks to the maid named Ningyan. She is quite capable, and she can often mention Yueer." Han Qin explained, "This girl was born in the south of the Yangtze River. A slave in the palace."

Han Fei knew it in his heart, and said with a smile: "It seems that those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. The ancients did not deceive me."

Han Qin laughed a few times, nodded, and said, "In my opinion, Yue'er also likes to study with Ning Yan very much."

A strange light flashed across Han Fei's eyes, and he seemed a little hesitant, "Let them go like this, don't you care?"

Han Qin shook his head, "Since Ningyan can relieve my worries, even though she is a slave, if Yue'er likes it, it doesn't hurt to let her be a concubine."

Han Fei also nodded slightly in agreement, and said with a slight smile, "It's rare to have a confidante." Recalling something that Ying Bo had mentioned to him before, Han Fei said again: "The marriage with Princess Bei Falcon is about to happen. I guess what Your Majesty means is that among the princes, he is the most suitable to betroth the princess to Yue'er."

"Yue'er?" Han Qin was a little surprised, and then smiled again, "Yue'er is indeed about to get married, but—" The conversation changed, and he glanced at Han Fei casually, his eyes darkened a little, "Ying Zheng is quite suitable, besides, his concubine has passed away for many years."

Han Qin looked at Han Fei carefully, mentioned that the princess before Yingzheng didn't see any strangeness in him, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Just be a favor and let Your Majesty give the princess to Yingzheng."

Han Fei's eyes widened instantly when he heard this, and he felt a little unbelievable, "Why do you think so? This is a peace for the country, and it has contributed a lot. Besides, His Majesty wants to restore the relationship between the two countries. If Yue'er marries her But he is a hero."

Han Qin took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Just kidding, marry as soon as you marry, it's great that this princess is my daughter-in-law."

While the two were talking, An Ruo hurried in, her breath a little unsteady, and when she saw them, she hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, Young Master, the Queen Mother has gone!"

"She's dead, why are you in a hurry?" Han Qin turned to look at her. An Ruo was still so reckless after so many years, so he gave her a dissatisfied look, "When did it happen? Didn't you be fine in the morning?" ?”

Realizing that she was really reckless, An Ruo lowered her head slightly, and said: "I heard that the queen mother said a few hours ago that she was tired and wanted to take a nap. When it was time to take the medicine, the maid wanted to wake the queen mother up as usual, but found that The Empress Dowager is long gone."

Hearing this, Han Fei touched his chin lightly with his fingers, and said seriously: "Queen Mother, why did you go? Why at this time?"

Seeing his pensive look, Han Qin patted him on the shoulder, "It's not a matter of a day or two for the queen mother to be in poor health. Everyone in the palace knows her death well. You stayed away from the court before, don't you?" Clear and normal."

Hearing Han Qin's explanation, Han Fei frowned and said, "I just feel a little..."

Seeing that Han Fei was still puzzled, Han Qin said in relief: "The queen mother is devoted to worshiping Buddha, and never asks about the affairs of the former dynasty and the harem. Who would give her ideas?"

Han Fei smiled, "Maybe I'm overthinking." Han Fei was still a little uneasy, feeling that someone was planning something extremely dangerous.

Han Qin nodded, and said, "Then let's go to Anshou Palace, His Majesty should be there soon."

The news of the Empress Dowager's death quickly spread from the palace to the people. Ying Bo was overwhelmed with grief, and the world was completely empty, even Weijiang City, which was far away from the imperial city, was no exception.

The deep night sky gradually covered everything, like a calm deep sea, covering all the waves, the moonlight was as cool as water, the shadows of the trees whirled, and the wind gently blew over the scorching fallen flowers outside the courtyard.Ying Zheng stood in the corridor, his face was like a crown of jade, his black eyes were as deep as the night, "Do you understand?" His deep voice was like old wine.

Jia Ting stood behind him, holding tightly the things Yingzheng handed over to him just now, and said in a loud voice: "The prince's determination will eventually be understood, and he will never disappoint the trust of the prince!"

Ying Zheng asked again: "The 5000 people have been arranged?"

"Please rest assured, my lord. The general has ordered them to set off by water and land one after another. They can arrive in a few days with light clothes. Whether it is the local officials or the supervisor, they are all under our control."

Ying Zheng nodded, turned his head, and stared at Jia Ting's dark face, "Anyway, timing is everything!"

Jia Ting's eyes were like lightning, and he could clearly feel how strong Ying Zheng's trust in him was. He knelt down on one knee respectfully towards Ying Zheng, and his voice was like a bell, "The last general will never give up!"

Ying Zheng helped him up personally when he heard the words, but his tone was undeniable affirmation, "Those who make great achievements in the past are not only the talents of the world, but also must have the ambition of perseverance. If this is the case, why talk about passing the past! There is no such thing as a dead man. Qualified to witness tomorrow!"

When Jia Ting heard this, he was slightly taken aback, and then laughed heartily, "What the prince said is true!"

Yingzheng waved his hand slightly, "Okay, you should step back first, the king and Fusu should also go." The corners of his mouth rose slightly, "As a relative of the emperor, no matter where you are, you should go back to Beijing to express your condolences." , Ying Zheng turned around and left the corridor, his eyes did not stay for a moment on anything in the mansion, he glanced over in a hurry without missing anything.