Tanhualang

It was daylight, and it was raining harder outside. Fortunately, there was no wind, and the rain was falling along the eaves of the corridor. The ground of the bluestone corridor was only slightly damp.

Zhao Heng's figure gradually drifted away along the bluestone corridor.

Standing quietly, watching him turn a corner, he asked Wei Zheng: "Your Highness only brought the Holy One out, where did you settle His Highness De Wang? Do you want to follow him first, and then go to Nanjing together?"

Wei Zheng said: "Your Highness came out this time, and he didn't bring His Highness King De with him."

Shen Jing's face changed: "Didn't you bring His Highness King De?"

Wei Zheng explained: "Before leaving Beijing, His Highness King De caught a cold, and the Empress Dowager left him in Beijing to recuperate—"

Shen Jing was stunned, and asked again: "...Your Highness only brought the Holy One to the south?"

"Yes."

Shen Jing turned around quickly.

Last night, my mind was so busy and ups and downs that I didn't even bother to ask Zhao Heng.

Through the boundless rain, Zhao Heng had already walked around the corridor.When he reached the gate of the courtyard, he stopped, turned around and waved at Shen Jing.

Shen Jing also slowly raised her hand.

However, there was already a huge wave in his heart, and he couldn't help murmuring in a low voice: "...His Highness has established a firm foothold, and the court is considered to be calm at this time. Mingde Gong is old, and the Queen Mother is still fledgling. The Holy Majesty has a long way to go. As long as he draws it slowly, he will be exhausted—why are you in such a hurry? There are so many murderous intentions lurking all the way south!"

While speaking, he turned his head to look at Wei Zheng. It was the first time he had been together for several years, and asked him anxiously: "Lieutenant Wei, even I know such a clear thing. Is there no one to dissuade His Highness?!"

Hearing this, Wei Zheng hurriedly explained: "Why hasn't anyone persuaded you? But His Highness—"

"...No, no!" Shen Jing didn't have time to listen to his explanation, "I have to stop him!"

He lifted his foot and rushed into the heavy rain outside the corridor.

Outside the gate, Zhao Heng had just sent Zhao Ming into the carriage.

The guard was holding an umbrella, and Zhao Heng supported the guard's arm, and was getting into his carriage when he heard a quiet voice shouting: "...Your Highness!"

Zhao Heng turned his head and saw Shen Jing running towards him in the rain, he hurriedly reached out to take the umbrella from the guard, and rushed forward in two or three steps.

The two stood under the umbrella, Shen Jing didn't care that she was soaked, and grabbed Zhao Heng's sleeve: "Your Highness, stay! I have something to say!"

"No hurry, no hurry." Zhao Heng took out the handkerchief from his sleeve with the other hand, and wiped the rainwater on Shen Jing's face, "It's all soaked."

Shen Jing took a quick breath and pushed his hand away: "Your Highness, please listen to me—"

Zhao Heng put away the veil, turned his head to look, wrapped him in a cloak, and went to the carriage: "It's raining too much. Let's talk in the carriage."

Although it was already early spring, the censer was burning in the carriage, warming the interior of the carriage.It's just that the heavy rain is falling on the roof of the car, crackling, like big beads falling on a jade plate, which is a bit noisy.

As soon as she entered the carriage, Shen Jing couldn't help shivering from the warmth.Seeing this, Zhao Heng handed him the handkerchief again: "I've worked so hard this year, and I see that your body is getting worse and worse than before."

Shen Jing refused to answer.

"I'm not in a hurry at this moment." Zhao Heng said, and then untied the cloak and handkerchief and handed them to Shen Jing, "You don't have to be in a hurry. If you have anything to say, wipe it dry first, and then take your time." Tell me."

Only then did Shen Jing take the handkerchief, wiped the rainwater on his head twice, then stopped, looked up at Zhao Heng, and said in a low voice: "I only have one word: Your Highness and Your Majesty, return to Beijing as soon as possible!"

Zhao Heng froze when he heard the words, and turned his gaze to the side.

"Your Highness!" Shen Jing threw down the veil anxiously, stood up and stepped over to Zhao Heng's side, holding his sleeves with both hands, "You are so confident, can you sing this empty city plan? Even I can understand it How can Duke Ming De not understand? Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, how can he fall for it?"

The more anxious Shen Jing was, the more calm Zhao Heng became.He lowered his head and stared at Shen Jing's hand holding his sleeve, and then slowly shifted his gaze to Shen Jing's face: "Didn't you still greet me as a monarch and minister last night, why are you so worried now?"

Shen Jing was pissed off by his words: "You... Could this be the time to say this!"

Zhao Heng lifted the curtain of the car with his hand, and said leisurely: "I made a detour to Suzhou all the way, just to see you."

"..."

Quiet and dumb.

It was raining outside.

Once the car was quiet, the crackling of the roof was very clear.

Zhao Heng stared at the heavy rain outside for a moment, let go of the curtain, slowly covered Shen Jing's hand, patted it, and then held it: "Brother Huang has been gone for almost a year. Why are you alienating me, Miao?" Ann, I understand clearly in my heart."

He turned around, pulled out his sleeve from Shen Jing's hand, held Shen Jing's hand with both hands, and took a deep breath: "It's just that there are many things I can't say to you right now... I don't really want to talk to you. There is still no conclusion, so it is useless to say more at this time. Secondly, they are all annoying and trivial things, so don’t mention them.”

He paused, and then said: "I shouldn't have come to Suzhou when I went south this time... It's just that I hesitated again and again, but I still couldn't hold back."

Shen Jing felt sore in her heart, she couldn't hold back the tears for a moment, and drooped down the corner of her eyes: "...Your Highness."

"Ah."

Shen Jing held back her sobs, and sighed: "Picture it slowly, it's better than taking such a risk... As long as His Royal Highness returns to Beijing safely with His Majesty, I am willing to swear: In this life, I will do whatever Her Majesty does, and I will not be half-hearted. With this oath, I wish—”

Zhao Heng covered his mouth and cut off his words: "Enough."

"Everyone told me to draw it slowly, draw it slowly!" Zhao Heng shook off Shen Jing's hand, and heaved a sigh of relief. He raised up a Ming Degong, but the emperor exhausted all his efforts and killed himself."

Zhao Heng took a step, then turned around again: "In the past year, although the situation in the court has gradually slowed down, Shang Maoshi's heart has also grown. Shang Qingluo has not yet entered the gate of the palace, he has already started planning I want to send my granddaughter to the palace and put her next to A Ming. I'm afraid that Mingde Gong will rise again before he falls down."

"Miao'an, I don't want to go the old way of Brother Huang again. I have my own plan for this behavior, and you don't have to persuade me anymore." He let go of Shen Jing's hand, raised the curtain of the car and waved to the outside, and turned back. He turned his head and said to Shen Jing, "It's getting late, I should hurry. These days, you must ask Wei Zheng to follow you closely. If it is not necessary, don't go out casually."

The guards were waiting outside the carriage with umbrellas.

Shen Jing took a deep look at him: "Your Highness is going...be careful!"

"En." Zhao Heng responded, put his cloak on Shen Jing, tidied things up, and said, "I've been planning this matter for a long time, so you don't have to worry too much. If there are any rumors, I will listen to Wei Zheng's arrangements."

Seeing that Shen Jing was about to get off the carriage, Zhao Heng suddenly grabbed his arm.

Turning back quietly, Zhao Heng raised the curtain of the car with one hand, and said in a low voice: "...One more thing. Stay away from that Su Mingyi."

Shen Jing was taken aback.

Zhao Heng had already waved to the guards and lowered the car curtain.

It was raining heavily, and he stood quietly in front of the gate, watching the three carriages guarded by dozens of horses drifting away in the rain.