Chapter 119

Feng Jin learned little from his father, but he learned a lot.

The emperor, the son of God's love, knew from childhood that the relationship between his father and his mother was not good. His father was a man who valued his feelings more than his country, and his mother was a woman who valued his country more than her feelings.

Father does not love mother does not love the prince, sometimes is not as important as the beloved prince, but he can bear to let his arrogant brother back down the lotus pool, and then let man Chao up and down know the brother's stupor. He can see, he can see how Webster is going to destroy himself step by step. He could listen and let his father say something dissatisfied to him. When he knew that his father was dying, he looked at each other's guilty expression and felt very funny.

Since he did it at the beginning, why regret it now? The so-called guilt is a kind of joke for him. The whole Kyushu Dynasty is his. He has the right to do what he wants to do. The past is just a test for him. He never cares, let alone hurt.

It's necessary to pay when you get something. He has understood this since childhood. His mother's empress dowager won the post of empress dowager, but lost the heart of being a mother; his father's emperor won the beauty, but lost the ability to distinguish right from wrong; his father's emperor was a failed man, and also a failed emperor. He knew from an early age that he would never be a man like his father when he was called emperor.

When his father died, it was natural for him to ascend the throne as the prince. He controlled the military power, the government, and the life and death of the women in the harem. He has countless women, who are spoiled and ignored. For him, women are just pastimes. He can't care for a woman as much as his father.

The thoughts of the women in the harem are changeable. He doesn't need to know what they think. He just needs to see how they please themselves. He and they just get what they want.

But later, there was a woman who gave her a piece of sincerity. He could give her a lot of things, but he couldn't give her what she wanted.

When she gave birth, he stood outside the door and suddenly thought, if this woman leaves, is the harem a little boring? After all, women in the harem are always like that. This one is different from others.

Later, she and her children were fine, and he felt relieved, perhaps because there was still an interesting woman in the harem.

She gave birth to the child she valued most. This child was not like his father or him, but he was very satisfied with it. He thought that this child might be the most suitable emperor in the future.

"Emperor, Xianfei is very ill."

After hearing this, Feng Jin sighed. He once valued the virtuous imperial concubine, but later, somehow, he was very unhappy. Maybe the woman thought about something she didn't want to give, so he was tired of it.

"I'll go and have a look." He closed the memorial in his hand. It was the woman he had served before he ascended the throne. He did not hesitate to go.

Xianfei used to be a quiet woman, but later she became more and more vulgar, just like a dirty white paper, which could not be cleaned.

Feng Jin looked at the woman lying on the bed. She seemed to be dying, as if she could leave the world at any time.

"Emperor," the virtuous imperial concubine's voice was a little hoarse. A smile appeared on her haggard face and sighed, "I didn't expect that the emperor would be willing to see me." She looked away from Feng Jin and landed on the vase in the corner of the room, where there was a bunch of withered flowers.

She looked at the bunch of flowers for a long time, suddenly read a poem in a low voice: "pear courtyard melting month, catkins pond light wind." After reading this sentence, the virtuous imperial concubine was gasping. She tried to look at Feng Jin with wide eyes. "Emperor, do you remember this poem?" When she first entered the prince's mansion, the emperor, who was still the prince, read this sentence to her.

Now more than ten years later, the emperor has other beauties, but she is getting old quickly. Shaohua white head, Jun en no longer, her tears fall, maybe she never got the king's love, all this is just her delusion.

Feng Jin looked at her quietly and said, "have a good rest. I'll see you again in the future."

With a bitter smile, the virtuous imperial concubine watched the emperor out of the door and slowly closed her eyes, as if she had dreamt that the moon was like frost at night. She stood in front of the window dressed in Chinese clothes, and the handsome man read the poem to her.

"Pear garden dissolves the moon, catkins Catkins pond There's a light wind. "

A gust of wind, pear falling, infinite bloom.

"Virtuous imperial concubine Hong!"

Feng Jin heard the cry coming from the palace behind him. He looked back at the palace, which suddenly became noisy. He said to the eunuch around him: "let's bury the virtuous concubine with the gift of a noble concubine." With that, he turned to go, but saw Hu standing in the courtyard, quietly looking at him.

He also valued this woman, but her various calculations made him lose interest. Today's she has no day indifferent, he will not have half the mood.

Seeing the emperor leave, Hu slowly bent his knees and said, "congratulations to the emperor." She stood up and couldn't see the emperor. Looking back at the direction of Xianfei's bedroom, she sighed a long time.

The news of Xian Fei Hong soon spread to the upper and lower parts of the palace. Feng Jin met many concubines who rushed to Xian Fei's palace along the way. They saluted him one by one. Although they were sad, they didn't show any ugliness."I have seen the emperor."

"Get up, don't be polite," Feng Jin lifted the curtain of the imperial chariot and looked at the woman who was bending over. She was wearing a 90% new plain wide sleeve skirt, but it didn't hurt her beauty. This woman was the one he had loved for many years, but he didn't want to see at last.

"Emperor Xie," Princess Shu raised her head and saw the curtain on the imperial chariot shaking gently. She calmly watched the imperial chariot leave, but from a distance she saw Princess Zhao sitting on the chariot facing the imperial chariot.

She suddenly showed a smile and said to Lingsha behind her: "you see, the biggest winner in the harem is her. After all these years, no one is as good as her."

Ling Sha listens quietly. She carefully holds lady Shu. When she finishes speaking, she says, "lady, you and she are both concubines. Even if she has a prince, she is not more noble than you."

"It's just like that. Who doesn't give her face in the harem," said the lady. She helped her sideburns and said, "this is a smart woman. It's her greatest ability to keep the favor."

Lingsha looked up and saw that the imperial chariot had stopped. It seemed that the emperor had come down from the imperial chariot. After talking with Princess Zhao for a while, she went back to the imperial chariot and left.

This is the difference between concubine Zhao and other concubines. Of all the concubines in the harem, only concubine Zhao has such treatment. No wonder others flatter her. It's just that lady Shu is a very strange woman. She never interferes in the affairs of the harem. At most, she is picky about food, but nothing else is wrong.

Ling Sha thinks with emotion that this is the intelligence of concubine Zhao.

As the days of the harem pass year after year, when the virtuous concubines become more and more popular, other women will naturally enter the palace. No one cares too much about a concubine who is not in favor. It's just an addition to the history books.

In the 18th year of Chengxuan, imperial concubine Zhao was ill, and the imperial doctors of Taiyuan hospital took turns to wait on her. However, imperial concubine Zhao's health was getting worse and worse, as if she would go by accident.

The emperor and his royal highness, the eight year old prince, were angry, and many of them were even punished, but they had nothing to do with Princess Zhao's illness.

Looking at the pale and sleepy woman on the sickbed, Feng Jin seems to remember that when the prince was born, he was as uneasy as he is now. It seems that if he doesn't watch, the woman will go to sleep.

"Father and emperor, mother and imperial concubine will be fine," Feng Qi stood beside him, but his young face was firm. "Mother and imperial concubine said that she would choose a good daughter-in-law for her son."

"When you are old enough, you will think of your daughter-in-law. When your mother and concubine wake up, I will deal with you together," Feng Jin said with a forced smile. He sat down beside the bed, holding the woman's cold hand, as if he thought of the beautiful smile of the woman under the peach blossom tree.

"The peach blossom in the palace is blooming?" He looked at Feng Qi.

Feng Qi nodded.

He stood up and said in a low voice, "take good care of your mother's wife. I'll go back."

Feng Qi looked at his father's back and sat down where he had sat, holding his mother's hand in both hands. He was a little afraid and worried. "Mother's wife, when will you wake up? Without you, what will you do if baozi is bullied by other women?" He began to whisper the calculation of those concubines in the harem, sentence after sentence, incomparably clear.

"Mother, wake up quickly, my son is afraid."

The palace people in the room bowed their heads in silence one after another, but hoped that the empress would really wake up.

In the peach forest outside Taoyu Pavilion, Feng Jin folded several peach blossoms by himself. Looking at the blooming flowers in the garden, he said to Gao Dezhong: "I remember that Princess Zhao loves to use the peach blossoms here every year. This year, the peach blossoms are so good that I don't know what kind of success Princess Zhao will have."

Gao Dezhong bowed himself and said, "please forgive me. The emperor has to take care of some concubines. It's not good to eat too many peaches."

"She is so greedy. I can't do anything about her after all these years." Feng Jin smiles and takes some peach blossoms to Xihe palace.

Before he arrived at Xihe palace, he saw a eunuch in Xihe palace, sweating. He fell on his knees and panted, "Emperor Emperor, Princess Zhao, she... "

"How is she?" Feng Jin pinched the peach blossom branch tightly.

"Lady Zhao is awake!" The little eunuch wiped his tears and sweat with his sleeve, "emperor, the empress awakes."

Feng Jin at the foot of a meal, and then strode to the palace of Xi He, the hands of peach petals fell to the ground.

Entering the inner room, he happened to see the woman sitting on the head of the bed, smiling gently at the prince.

It seems to be aware of his arrival, she side looked over, clear eyes, more blood colored lips, let him unconsciously throw the peach to the ground.

"Emperor, are you here?" She laughed.

"Well, here I am." He replied, still calm as usual.

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