The correct way to open the first favorite concubine of Ming Dynasty

After discussing with Qi Yu, he ordered Qi Zhen to come.

Qi Zhen was dressed in a plain brocade robe, with a tall and straight figure, entered the door and saluted respectfully, but with a sense of alienation.He just stood at a distance with his hands tied, his posture stiff.

He gave him a seat all his life, and asked each other about his daily life as usual, and he also asked about his father's illness.

After exchanging pleasantries, there was nothing to say.Qi Zhen looked down at his toes.

The tortoise who used to stick to my legs and act like a baby, now they have nothing to say to each other, and they are so estranged, I secretly sighed in my heart: "I have brought it on myself." I tried my best to smile, and said: "I called you today, although it is embarrassing, I have something to say It should have been said a long time ago, but there has been no chance. Seeing that you are about to die, I am afraid that if you don’t say it now, it will be too long, and you will never have the chance to say it.”

Qi Zhen sat up straight and looked up at me: "Please tell me, Queen Mother."

The words came to my lips, but it was hard to say, but I still forced myself to say: "All these years, you have suffered so much and suffered so much. It's my mother who is sorry for you."

In this era, it is rare for elders to apologize to juniors.Qi Zhen instinctively turned his face away and said, "Mother, what are you talking about..."

"My mother will admit to her own mistakes. Zhen'er, when my mother sent you away, she said that if you hate your mother, no matter how much you hate her, I will not blame you."

Qi Zhen stared at the ground, sighed softly, curled the corners of his lips, but did not dare to raise his head: "Mother, Zhen'er knew about that matter a long time ago. I have never blamed my mother for a long time——Zhen'er has never complained about my mother." .” Hearing the voice, there were tears in his eyes.

I didn't understand: "You already know?"

Qi Zhen raised his face and smiled and said: "I forgot how old it was, Kumquat was still young, I went to tease her and knocked over the cradle, lest my father would find out and beat me, so I ran to hide in the curtain of the warm pavilion, my father I heard my mother talking later."

It was the time that kumquat fell out of the cradle for no reason and inexplicably many years ago.

"So it's you." Thinking of Guiwazi's naughty childhood, I couldn't help laughing.

"When I was by Mother's side, Mother treated me no differently than younger brothers and sisters. Even if there are slight differences, it is human nature, and I cannot blame Mother."

"But mother has been suspicious of you these past few years, it's really..."

Qi Zhen said: "When Daddy was seriously ill, why didn't I suspect Mother...Mother, in this palace, you have your own unavoidable circumstances. Zhen'er knows it, so I don't blame you."

I was moved, moved and ashamed.But the more he said "don't complain", the more I felt the insurmountable distance between our former mother and son.I would rather he is crying like Qi Yu and throwing himself into my arms, crying about the grievances he has suffered. I would rather show me his embarrassing face like a kumquat, instead of being too sensible and doing the most understanding. The one who is satisfactory closes all the pain in his heart and bears it all by himself.

I suddenly realized that it was insignificant to compensate him with a small army.

However, I still said: "Mother has nothing to make up for you. I remember that when you were young, you liked swords, guns and firearms... If you are willing, Mother will hand over your father's young army to you, and let Yu Qian, the minister of the Ministry of War, teach you the art of war."

"My son doesn't dare." He knelt down and declined.

"There is nothing to dare. Mother will no longer doubt you and make you sad. Your brother agrees with this matter, and he does not doubt you. If you like it, you can rest assured to do what you like."

"Son... Thank you for your mother's grace." Tears dripped down on the lichen, and he finally cried out the knots in his heart for many years.

I walked up to him, bent down and hugged him, stroked his back that shrugged from crying, and said softly: "Zhen'er, I'm sorry."