Drunk old voice

Fragrant Xiaoyu

It was another snowy day, King Jing returned to the capital from a long way, but this time, no one greeted him, only the coffin and funeral banners, and the whole family paid tribute to him.No one expected that Princess Jing, who was still in good spring, would not wait until her next spring.

Standing in the mourning hall, Prince Jing stared at the concubine's coffin for a long time, recalling the time they spent together.There have been willful, neglected, sweet, and quarreled moments, all of which are youthful days that will never go back.Now there is no one who can even remember him.

"My lord, my condolences." Lie Zhanying persuaded.

"Your Highness, don't be silent." Qi Meng also advised.

Prince Jing remained silent, and the others were useless, so Pei Shuping came forward to persuade him, "Your Highness, you still have Lord Xiaojun."

The dead are gone, but the living remain.King Jing came back to his senses and mourned for the princess. After ordering Chang Shi to deal with the funeral, he dumped his subordinates and went back to visit Lin Lang.

It was still the maid beside the princess who was taking care of Lin Lang. The little baby under one year old didn't know what to worry about. Although he changed into mourning clothes, he still fell asleep sweetly without showing any sadness.

Prince Jing was in the princess's daily living room, and he couldn't help asking: "Rong Jia, how could it be..." He was clearly doing well, but he also said that he would be the best mother.

The concubine's dowry maid replied: "The concubine's health has not been very good for the past two years. In autumn, the prince fell ill, and the concubine stayed up for a few days. She was already well, but this winter was so cold, it was unexpectedly cold. I can't afford to be sick, and the servants are guilty of not taking good care of the princess."

"It's you who accompany the concubine every day, so what right do I have to blame." Prince Jing didn't know who to blame, maybe he should blame himself for his negligence, and also blame himself for not being able to accompany her on the last journey.After a moment of silence, I could only ask: "Rong Jia, what is her last wish, and what is her confession?"

"The princess left a handwritten letter." The maid took out the letter and presented it to Prince Jing.

King Jing hurriedly took it and opened it to read, but there were only a few lines.

My husband Jingyan:

Rong Jia missed the appointment and took the first step.Young couples, seven years of companionship, no one else, no regrets in this life.Only Lin Langwu, who is too young to let go, please return it to my name, and there will be no one to bully me in the future.

Rong Jia

The handwriting was scribbled and not as handsome as it used to be. Although it was just a short message, it was written with great effort during illness, and the corners of my eyes couldn't help but feel a little moist.No regrets, no complaints, what the princess thinks about is Lin Lang.Although everyone in the mansion is called Junjun, it is actually just an honorary title. Lin Lang's family background is embarrassing, and Prince Jing is neglected. Only when she truly belongs to the original wife's name can she be guaranteed an official title in the future no matter what.Since it is the wish of the princess and what I wish to see, let's try my best to achieve it.

Just at this moment, a baby's cry attracted Prince Jing's attention.Lin Lang stretched out her arms to ask for a hug, but the nanny came in to see that Prince Jing had been standing to one side, not daring to come forward.In the end, it was Prince Jing who hesitated and stretched out his arms to hug Linlang, his soft body always felt that he would hurt her unintentionally.

Prince Jing looked at Lin Lang's wrinkled face and asked the nanny, "Why does she keep crying?"

The nanny also knew that His Royal Highness Prince Jing had never hugged the Junjun before, so she stepped forward and pointed out, "Your Highness, please relax and support the Junjun's head." After adjusting her posture, Lin Lang gave a smile that melted Prince Jing's heart .

"Father and son are by nature, the Jun Jun really doesn't cry anymore," said the nanny.

Hearing this, Prince Jing thought of the relationship between his father, the elder brother of the emperor, himself and other brothers. Trust, right? In the future, it will be good for you to be with father." Naturally, the baby couldn't answer, but the innocent smile soothed Prince Jing's heart.

On the second day, King Jing mentioned Lin Lang's matter to Zongzheng, and the elders of the clan did not make any trouble, as a daughter of a county king, it was enough to report to Emperor Liang.

On the same day, Mu Feng in the Shengping Pavilion was drinking and having fun with a group of young masters.Before the new year, people from other places will also return to Beijing, and the suave young men and romantic dudes who are rarely gathered together are naturally having a feast day after day.Although Mu Feng can be regarded as a manager in charge now, but some guests can't let her pick and choose, and they still have to accompany them.

The most important ones at the banquet were Master Zhu, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, and Master Chi, the prefect of Qiyang who had returned to Beijing to visit relatives.This banquet was set up by Master Zhu to welcome Master Chi.

Holding the wine glass, Mr. Zhu discussed friendship with Lord Chi, "Master Chi has hurt the hearts of so many daughters in Beijing by letting him go out. Now he is back."

"I don't want to miss the prosperity of Jinling." Jinling is not as good as Jinling in other places, and Mr. Chi doesn't plan to keep it outside.

"Then why do you want to go out? The Zhongshu Ling is not a good person." The central minister drafted an edict for the emperor, an important position that many people can't ask for.Mr. Zhu also didn't understand.

"I am not a relative of the emperor, and I have no world-class achievements. If you want to go far, you have to have served in various places in the local center, and you must have a resume." Master Chi is not a pity, he can't be a Zhongshu Ling for a lifetime, a senior official There are always some unwritten rules about showing a position.For example, there must be a pastor's resume.

"Master Chi has lofty aspirations, why don't you vote for the Ming Lord early." This Master Chi still has some abilities, and he deserves to come forward to win King Yu over.

Mr. Chi naturally understands Mr. Zhu, but he doesn't want to accept it, "You don't have to be a lobbyist, I know for whom, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch the eyes of nobles as a little eunuch."

"Winning the emperor's heart is good for Mr. Chi."

"Chen Wei is loyal to His Majesty." Master Chi knew that if he fell into King Yu's side, it would be difficult for him to say that he would not be disliked by the emperor.

"At the moment there are only two in the capital, which one is better and which one is worse, why should Mr. Chi hesitate." Mr. Zhu persuaded again, it was obvious that His Highness the Crown Prince's talent was limited, and it was all thanks to Concubine Yue's favor to be in charge of the East Palace.

Mr. Chi sees far, what is three to five years, if you want to have a magnanimous official career, let alone ten years, this Zhu Yue is just like that, "Who was the most valued and favored back then, don't you Maybe you will forget it. Now that Princess Jing has passed away, several people in the capital have gone to express their condolences. No one can predict what the future will be. What I want is a word of stability." The court is ups and downs, standing in line is dangerous.

"Forget it, forget it, Mr. Chi think about it again, today we will only drink." Seeing that Mr. Zhu couldn't be persuaded, he had no choice but to expose it.

"That's right, what's the situation, I've let down the beauty." It's not bad to be a wine and meat friend, Master Zhu.

But half a month is the Chinese New Year, Prince Jing took care of the funeral of the concubine, accompanied her for the last journey before entering the palace to meet Concubine Jing.Because they are only juniors, the preparations for the new year in the palace will not be affected, it's just that there is one dispensable person missing.Watching the singing and dancing as usual, King Jing inevitably fell into depression.

Seeing Prince Jing like this, Concubine Jing poured him a cup of tea and said, "Jingyan, it doesn't matter what happens to the others."

Prince Jing took the teacup, but didn't drink it, he just held his hand warmer, "I'm just feeling sad."

"This is your friendship, just keep it in your heart."

"I understand." Prince Jing watched the tea leaves rising and falling in his cup in a daze.

Concubine Jing thought about what she said in the Queen's Palace a few days ago, "One more thing, Your Majesty agrees with what the Queen said about Lin Lang." It was because His Majesty had few grandchildren that she had to ask a question.

"This is the princess' wish."

Concubine Jing has always been gentle and kind, and Concubine Jing knew it, "Well, Rong Jia really loves Lin Lang." But there was one more thing after this news, the queen also fulfilled her duty as a aunt. "Jingyan, the empress intends to choose a new concubine for you."

Prince Jing raised his head, his voice choked with sobs: "Rong Jia just, just left, and his wife's filial piety hasn't come out yet, why, why..."

Concubine Jing patted Prince Jing's hand. Since Prince Jing became an adult, she seldom comforted him like he did when he was a child, "You also know that the royal family is respected. Besides, there is no one to take care of the mansion, and no one to take care of Linlang." The Emperor's House ruthless.

"There is still a long history, mother and concubine push it for me."

"Well, I'll do my best."

"Thank you mother-in-law."

Concubine Jing looked at the plain clothes on Prince Jing's body, because they had been groomed for entering the palace, "Our mother and son don't need to see each other. At the New Year's banquet, don't wear plain clothes anymore."

"Yes, I've made my mother and concubine worry again." Prince Jing also knew that he was wearing plain clothes, so maybe he wouldn't think of the concubine, but he would definitely think of his father.

"What did you say, I am happy to worry about you." Concubine Jing ordered another cup of hot tea with Prince Jing, and replaced it with a cold one.