After being reborn, she was pregnant with the cub of the late emperor

Die

Life is so hard

The night is like water.

Song Yun put on plain sackcloth over his wedding clothes, and knelt in front of the emperor's coffin in Qianming Palace to keep watch.

Smart is mistaken by smart.

Song Yun kept reflecting on why the situation had reached such a point.

There are thousands of strange things, but Qi Yin's short life is only to be blamed.

Originally thought that after reincarnating in the first life, he would be able to use this as a bargaining chip to reach an alliance with the emperor if he had a deep understanding of Qi Yin's dormant plans for many years and the names of rebellious officials and thieves lurking in the dark.If you can't become an official, you can be Qi Yin's queen and blow the pillow breeze.

As long as she gained a firm foothold in the palace and explored her background, it would be easy to revive the Song family.

But who would have thought that the emperor would be rushed to death by him!Originally, Qi Yin didn't die before him!

Song Yun never knew that her fate was so hard.

But in the end it is no stronger than the executioner's knife——

The woman of ordinary family Kefu is not tolerated by the tribe, let alone the one who died now is the emperor.

——What if the ministers find out that she is not a woman?What if they put the blame on themselves?

Song Yun was apprehensive, her mind was running fast thinking about the way out.

In the middle of the night, there were people coming and going in the palace, group after group of royal family members and important officials went in and out of the imperial study to discuss the affairs of Emperor Daxing's death. Of course, these people had to come to the Qianming Palace to pay homage to the late emperor's spirit.

So, Song Yun matched the name and face of the traitor in his memory one by one:

The son of Qi Yin's third brother, Qixiu, the king of Dongping who later rebelled in Kuozhou.

Sheng Wang Qichou, whose character is Wushuang, is said to have been given by the late emperor, he is the son of the seven emperor brothers of the late emperor, and now he is the only prince who has not yet entrusted the vassal land.

And...the Grand Tutor Yan Yunshen who was the one who gave advice when King Sheng Qi Chou besieged the palace.

……

There are really many people who want to pull Qi Yin down.

Song Yun didn't have time to think about whether it was the emperor's inhumaneness or his courtiers' infidelity. Anyway, the empress was very insecure now.

The Taifu paid homage in front of the spirit, and when the matter was over, Song Yun raised his head.

"There is a grain of rouge between the queen's eyebrows. From the Song family in Fengming Lane?"

"Yes."

"Your father is Song Zhiran, and your mother is from the Xu family in Lanzhou?"

"No."

"Ok?"

"This palace is a concubine."

After a series of questioning, Song Yun gradually stabilized her mind, and raised her eyes to face Grand Tutor Yan Yunshen squarely.

The other party was in his late forties, wearing a stone blue spring shirt covered with sackcloth, with a white sash tied around his waist.Standing with hands behind his back, he is tall and thin.With a fair complexion and a short beard, he is a handsome bearded man, frowning and squinting slightly to look at Song Yun.

Yan Yun said condescendingly, "Nonsense!"

Very familiar two words.But in Song Yun's place, his father trained him well, but he couldn't.

"It's very nonsense. From ancient times to the present, I have never seen a king kneeling and a minister standing." Song Yun straightened his back, obviously kneeling a little shorter than the other party, and he would never be inferior in terms of momentum.

No matter what kind of fate awaits him, at this moment, he is Dayan's supreme queen.If you are afraid first, it is tantamount to handing over your wealth and life to others, then there is really no way out.

Yan Yun stared deeply at the person kneeling in front of the coffin, the rouge mole between his eyebrows was as bright red as blood, extremely dazzling.

Yan Yunshen was always displeased that the emperor listened to what Monk Miaoyuan said, and finally married such an empress inappropriately.It still belongs to the Song family.

Yan Yunshen bowed before the late emperor's spirit, and warned Song Yun before he walked away: "You will know whether it is a king or a thief after you ask the imperial physician."

Song Yun kept kneeling upright, so that Taifu could not see the slightest timidity, and he withered as soon as he left.

Ask the imperial physician, how did the emperor die?

Who knows how he died.But now, if you want to put the blame on who, why don't you just let them be the powerful officials?

Qi Yin, oh Qi Yin, is really a villain.

It was already very deep at night, but there was a sudden noise in the ear, and the sound of killing could be vaguely heard.

Song Yun turned her head abruptly, seeing Pei Jili kneeling in the shadow of the lamp, she instantly felt relieved.

"Does Pei Qing know what's going on outside?"

Pei Jili replied indifferently: "Someone took advantage of the chaos to rebel, so it's okay, ma'am."

Taking advantage of the chaos and rebelling against it has been... so quiet, Song Yun felt ashamed of his fear.

After finishing the skirt, Song Yun knelt upright in front of the coffin, chatting with Pei Jili casually.

"Do you know who rebelled?"

"Dongping Niwang."

"Oh... the late emperor's funeral was deserted, why didn't the concubines of the harem come to guard the funeral?"

"The Grand Tutor ordered that all palaces are not allowed to move around at will."

"Your Majesty left in a hurry."

"Yes."

"I don't know, who should be blamed?"

"Whoever strikes first will naturally be the one who is to blame. Madam, don't worry, don't be seriously injured. In the future, the harem will still have Madam to preside over the overall situation."

Having said that, Song Yun was slightly relieved.

This is the reason.Originally, the most important event tonight was Qi Yin's death.But the death of the emperor is still a matter of life and death, but the rebellion of the courtiers is a big treason.

Dealing with rebellious officials and thieves is much more urgent than dealing with him, the "Keff" queen.

The emperor died suddenly, but Song Yun had a clear conscience.As long as Song Yun kneels firmly, who can catch his fault?As long as Song Yun kneels firmly, he is the supreme queen of the Great Yan Dynasty, no——

Is the supreme queen.

Now that King Dongping rebelled ahead of time, according to Qi Xiu's understanding in Song Yun's previous life, this person is an idiot and will definitely not succeed.

As long as Song Yun suppresses the Grand Tutor in terms of status, until the new emperor ascends the throne, at that time, no one will dare to check the identity of the queen mother, and it will be more convenient to act than being a queen.

Thinking about it this way, Qi Yin's death is not a bad thing.

So, the most important thing right now is——

Which prince of the Qi family will become his cheap son and be crowned emperor?

After kneeling for most of the night, the sound of fighting in my ears completely fell silent.

Grand Tutor Yan Yunshen left and returned, and his attitude towards Song Yun was much more friendly.

"The king of Dongping has been put to death. Please move to the imperial study to discuss the matter of the late emperor's succession."

Finally no need to kneel.

Song Yun stood up, her knees were so sore that she felt as if she had been chopped several times, and she couldn't support her body at all. Fortunately, Pei Jili came over in time to support her.

"Pei Qing, you are a reliable and pure minister." Song Yun deliberately praised this in front of Yan Yunshen.

Yan Yunshen didn't even look directly at Pei Jili, "How can an eunuch be called a courtier? Madam be careful." After speaking, Zi Zai led the way and led Song Yun to the imperial study.

Song Yun peeked at Pei Jili's expression.

Poker face.

What a calm and steady eunuch Pei.If you can take him for your own use, you will definitely be able to hold more chances of winning.

When he came to the imperial study room, Song Yun was surprised to find that his father Song Weiran was also in the discussion team.

Since the Song family won the title, they have stayed away from the circle of power in the capital. Even in the previous life, Song Yun helped Song Yi gain fame, and Song Weiran had no chance to enter the imperial city again, let alone the imperial study, which symbolizes the pinnacle of power.

Raising a "daughter" is better than raising a son.

The old man was obviously flattered, and his face was covered with cold sweat.

Song Yun pulled himself together and straightened his back, only to find that the Taifu was staring at him solemnly.

— belly.

Tai Tu coughed lightly: "A country cannot be without a king for a day, but the orthodoxy of the blood is the top priority. Now, it is not known whether the late emperor left the blood."

Song Yun nodded gently, and quickly realized that something was wrong——

What is unknown?

All Dayan knew that the late emperor didn't even hold the little hands of the concubines in the harem, isn't it obvious that he didn't leave any blood?

Xu Shi Song Yun's reaction was too obvious, all the ministers in the room cast their eyes on him, and soon sank again.

The Taifu urged: "Your Majesty, please take good care of your health. This matter is related to the Great Yan Sheji, and should not be taken lightly. I will choose the most skilled imperial physician to take care of your Majesty's daily life."

Song Yun suddenly realized.

It turned out that the ministers put the treasure on his stomach, hoping that the late emperor would show his power before he left. He won a man in one fell swoop, and there was a scene where powerful officials controlled the government and orphans and widows depended on others.

Song Yun suddenly remembered Qi Yin's vicious bite before he died, and the fresh blood on the bedding, so it was this idea...

But can you rub it somewhere else!

At the head of the bed, those who see it should imagine how profligate they are...

Song Yun's cheeks were flushed, and she covered her heart.

The first emperor's joke was too big.

Can't give birth, really can't give birth!

Song Yun's eyes met with his father's, three points embarrassed, three points cramped, and four points riding a tiger.

At this time, the Grand Tutor took Song Yun very seriously, seeing him holding his heart and frowning, he immediately ordered: "Tell the Imperial Physician!"

"Do not--"

Song Yun hurriedly stopped him, and the imperial physician would probably be able to find out that he was a man by taking the pulse, so he and his father had to confess on the spot.

The Taifu was displeased: "Your Majesty, you must put the overall situation first!"

Song Yundi was short of breath, held Pei Jili's arm tightly, and said falteringly: "This palace... still feels good... there is no need to mobilize people..."

The Tai Tuo has a tough attitude, so he must invite the Tai Physician to see him.

The father and son of the Song family were sweating profusely.

Pei Jili suddenly said: "This is a big matter, and others are not reliable. I will take good care of the Queen Mother."

Saying "offend", Pei Jili put Song Yun's wrist on her wrist, took a pulse check for a while, and said, "Your Majesty is in good health and suitable for pregnancy."

All the ministers breathed a sigh of relief.

For the rest of Song Yun's life after the catastrophe, he stared at Pei Jili curiously, hoping to see a trace of lying panic or lingering fear from the latter's face.

nothing.

He just lowered his eyes, his expression as cold and solemn as a jade carving.

Another weirdo.

Song Yun didn't know why Pei Jili covered him up, but it seemed that all the ministers believed in his diagnosis, and they talked about appeasing the princes everywhere.

Even Papa Song wiped off his sweat, and as the head of the country, he inserted a sentence or two at the opportunity.

The Taifu said emphatically: "The upper position cannot be vacant. The candidate for the temporary administration must naturally come from the royal family...Nowadays, the only one left in the capital who has not been entrusted with the feudal domain is King Sheng, so—"

The door of the imperial study was suddenly knocked heavily.

All eyes turned to the door at the same time.

Sheng Wang Qi Chou was full of filial piety, pushed the door open, bowed to Song Yun with his robe lifted, and kowtowed: "Your servant is late!"

Song Yun: "..."

He is obviously a cheap nephew, but why did he become a minister?

Pei Jili took out a roll of bright yellow silk from his cuff and answered Song Yun's confusion.

"My subject, here is the last emperor's edict——passing on the throne to King Qi Chou!"