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Empress Ming Yi's Empress Conferment Ceremony is the last grand ceremony of Emperor Sheng Wenwu in his later years in charge of the country. The grand and solemn scene far surpasses the ritual system of the son of heaven and the establishment of the Yuan Empress, which attracts the attention of all people.

At first, all the ministers complained about the hanging curtain of Empress Ming, because the emperor was weak, first the emperor and empress came together, and then Emperor Wu showed his face and left, until recently, only Empress Ming came to court behind the bead curtain.

But these trivial discussions only lasted for a short period of time. I don't know if there is an emperor behind the scenes.The empress of the Ming Dynasty acted sharply and decisively, quite reminiscent of the majestic appearance of Emperor Wu when he first came to the throne.

Moreover, Empress Ming does not associate with courtiers, does not support close ministers, no matter which lord she has a clear boundary with, it is even true for Prince Rui.It's unbelievable that Empress Ming only wanted to help the long-sick emperor without any selfishness.

In the past, at least the courtiers showed respect on their faces, and no one made trouble with it.

However, the peace in the court did not last long. Princess Rui, who stayed in the deep palace to take care of Song Yun, was implicated in the biggest conspiracy in Xiangfu years because of a momentary mistake.

Although Ding Yuanhou's mansion conspired against him, Prince Rui was implicated even though he was innocent, but Ming Hou still dealt with it impartially, mercilessly, and cleared the whole case as swiftly and decisively as a ruthless man. It is inevitable that the teeth will be cold.

"In the afternoon, I sent someone to send Yu Ya to Dali Temple. I wanted to be punished as an official. Even if the work is trivial, it's time to go back to the palace. If you want to see her for the last time, you should leave now." Xiao Lingming hung the paper on his wrist. , writing non-stop, and did not look at Song Xian sitting in front of him.

Song Xian laughed, "What am I going to see her for?"

Xiao Lingming raised his eyes and glanced at him, "All in the name of your Prince Rui's benevolence and righteousness."

"Xiao..." Song Xian paused, then changed his words, "Queen, those are just superficial articles."

Xiao Lingming couldn't help but pause when he heard that he was calling her queen, and felt that it would be meaningless to ask him to call her mother instead.He put away the pen and finished writing the last word, and handed the thin silk to Song Xian, "Then take a trip for me, and end this matter as soon as possible."

Song Xian picked it up and took a look, "You are always soft on women, and the three-foot white silk makes her happy."

"People are not born to be extreme and stupid. It is always because of people and things that they have come to this day." Xiao Lingming dismissed him casually, "Go, if you have something to say, wait until you are done with the matter."

……

Linling Pavilion.

After Yu Ya came back from the torture room of Dali Temple, she didn't sit in the inner room. Instead, she wore plain clothes and sat alone in the small courtyard of the middle hall, looking up at the sunset in the sky.The afterglow of the setting sun fell on her plain face, and even the fine fluff on her face was exposed. At first glance, she looked like a cardamom girl who hadn't left the court. Who would have thought that she was the one who had used such appalling and insidious tricks? .

The sound of the courtyard door opening startled Yu Ya, she turned her head to look at the door, and saw that it was Song Xian, her face showing undisguised surprise, and then she saw the three-foot white silk in the hand of the servant behind him, thin and thin. His shoulder blades trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing that Song Xian personally picked up Bai Ling and sent Huang Men out, she slowly got up and bowed gracefully, "The lord is here."

Song Xian didn't speak, walked up to her, and put the tray with the white silk in his hand on the stone table.

A plain white hand gently landed on the snow-like white silk, and stroked it delicately. Yu Ya felt the cold and delicate texture under her palm, and took a deep breath, "My lord, please send a message to the queen for my concubine. Ma'am."

Song Xian said, "Say it."

Yu Ya pursed her lips and seemed to think it was a little funny, but she didn't know what she was laughing at, "Thank you for letting me watch them go on the road, watching them howling and insulting me under the hands of the criminal officer, gnashing my teeth and cursing my concubine for being unfilial. daughter. Even my mother would not see me until she drank the poisoned wine."

Song Xian also had mixed feelings for a while, "You were not like this back then."

"Back then..." Yu Ya murmured, falling into distant memories.

The first meeting between her and Song Xian was not actually love at first sight at Luo Hua as everyone said. Whether it was Luo Hua or love at first sight, it was a story that Dingyuan Hou Fu and Song Xian knew very well.She and Song Xian met for the first time in a real sense, earlier, when Yu Ya was 13 years old when she went to the palace with her mother for a banquet.She got separated from her mother and servants, and fell while looking for someone, and happened to fall in front of Song Xian.

13 years old, talking big or small, making such a fool of himself in front of strange men.Yu Yayin was annoyed at Song Xian who subconsciously reached out to her at that time, and said in a bad tone, "Don't help me, I can get up by myself!"

At that time, Song Xian was not angry when he heard it, he said with a smile, "I believe in you, get up by yourself." Not only did he turn around with his hands behind his back, but he also made the slaves who followed him turn around too. In the past, waiting for the little girl to stand up staggeringly by herself.

The memory in Yu Ya's eyes slowly faded, revealing the ferocious face of fate. She smiled relievedly, "You can confess to the queen for me now."

"I have nothing to pay her back, but a life."

She said with a faint sigh, "In my life, I must have made a wrong step." Then she said: "My lord, I know you wanted me to die from the very beginning. Ya'er doesn't blame you, don't let it slip out." Ya'er didn't mention the matter to the Queen at all."

She said and repeated, "Ya'er really doesn't blame you."

A sincere smile appeared on Yu Ya's face, which had lost a lot of weight, "Just assume that you really believed in Ya'er back then, and Ya'er also really liked you back then, which is nothing to say."

Yu Ya stood up as she spoke, and straightened her cuffs, "It doesn't look good for my concubine to die. Don't watch my concubine die when your order is delivered."

……

Song Xian came back very quickly, and Xiao Lingming knew that he had rushed back at a glance, "What do you want to say?" Xiao Lingming asked straight to the point.

Song Xian bypassed a few cases, knelt down beside Xiao Lingming, and then hesitantly took out a box from his sleeve and handed it to Xiao Lingming.

The box looked simple, it wasn't anything valuable, Xiao Lingming reached out to take it, and when he opened it, the contents inside were not very valuable, but Xiao Lingming froze in place.

He was almost staring blankly at the cheap clay dolls, silver hairpins and pearl flowers, and small things made of bamboo that were turning yellow.

Song Xian whispered slowly: "It's a small item that Sui'er liked very much when she lived in my house. It's not a reward, it's completely her own. I want to bring it to you, and it's considered a miss."

"Pa——" a bean-sized teardrop suddenly fell from Xiao Lingming's eye socket, and fell on the clay doll. The cheap and unglazed pottery clay soaked in a dark color, Xiao Lingming raised his hand to wipe it at a loss, But more and more tears fell.

A pair of warm hands covered the back of Xiao Lingming's cold hands and snapped the lid shut, then pulled out the box from his palm and put it on the table.

Song Xian rubbed Xiao Lingming's cold hand in his palm, then raised his hand to wipe the tears on his face, kissed the bright red flower tinsel on his forehead, then lowered his head and coaxed him softly, "I'll wait for Yu at the door. You just came here after you died. You have avenged Sui'er, now you can cry if you want."

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Lingming could no longer suppress the tears in his eyes, and let them burst the embankment.

Song Xian couldn't see him cry, and the broken child was at most a pity to him, but Xiao Lingming's grief taught him for the first time what it means to empathize.Song Xian clasped him into his arms, and patted Xiao Lingming's back like his mother and concubine coaxing him when he was a child.

This move made Xiao Lingming's weeping even more indulgent. He groped along Song Xian's clothes bit by bit with shaking hands, wrapped his arms around Song Xian's waist tightly, and buried his face into Song Xian's warm neck, silently and Trembling and crying violently.

Song Xian hugged him, patted Xiao Lingming's back again and again, his expression was unprecedentedly serious.

But at this moment, the outer revolving door was pushed open with a slight sound.Xiao Lingming, who was immersed in great sadness and had a rare chance to vent, didn't hear it. Only Song Xian heard it. He subconsciously turned his head to look, and the next moment he met the emperor's deep and cold eyes that suppressed his anger. There was a sudden shock in my heart.

—he knows.No, he already knew, Song Xian thought.

But Song Xian didn't let go, he just paused for a pat, and then resumed a well-proportioned and comforting pat.

Song Yu stood in the shadows like this, looked at it coldly for a while, and then asked in a deep voice without any emotion, "Have you hugged enough?"

Xiao Lingming pushed Song Xian away in panic the moment he heard Song Yu's voice.

Song Yu stared at the indentation and wet tears from Song Xian's collar on his face at a glance. He stepped forward and dragged him behind him. He watched Song Xian being soaked by Xiao Lingming's tears with cold eyes. With his collar wet, he said harshly, "Get out! You bastard!"

Song Yu still couldn't understand his hatred after cursing. He flicked his sleeves and pointed to the outside of the hall. His eyes were as cold as a knife, as if he was about to kill his son on the spot. Two hours!"