To take a desperate risk

, don't say that she understands his character, just say that he really loves wealth and murders the prince. Such a life-threatening thing is really not a wise move for him.

Jiang Weiren didn't say anything. He did have a death wish at the beginning. He asked Cheng Qiyu to put too much cinnabar and red lead in the red pill.

As soon as the prince died, Sejong was bound to investigate, but he was attached to Cai Yong's party at the time. He destroyed all the private letters with Zhao Chun, and forged evidence that he conspired with Cai Yong to donate red pills, thinking that if Sejong pursued him, he would be It is hard to escape the death penalty, but it will not be implicated in the British Prince's Palace, and it can even drag Cai Yong into trouble.

Unexpectedly, Shizong immediately fainted and stayed awake for several days, and later died directly. Zhao Chun hurriedly closed the case in Dali Temple, covered up the truth, promoted him to the cabinet, and soon investigated Cai Yong's party.

With the curtain falling from the sky, he was able to escape from death by chance, and finally brought down Cai Yong and avenged Yan Lan.

Naturally, she is not doing this for herself. If the prince is really allowed to ascend the throne, the British palace will inevitably be overthrown. She is the British princess, so there is no way to survive.

Therefore, he must take risks.

"I am the late emperor's minister. Naturally, I hope that the late emperor will ascend the throne and become emperor. I am just taking some risks. It's no big deal." He walked up to her and said calmly.

He was saying that he was doing this for Zhao Chun. Yan Qing was not stupid. What kind of kindness had Zhao Chun done to him before? When he was demoted from the imperial capital, Zhao Chun did not ask His Majesty to intercede for him in order not to be implicated in the party dispute. If we talk about the kindness of knowing him, it was Cai Yong who showed him the kindness of knowing him and allowed him to return to the capital.

Just to let Zhao Chun ascend the throne, why risk death?

She raised her head, her eyes were red, and tears were welling up in her eyes, stubbornly refusing to fall down. Her little face was pitiful and sad, which made people love and pity him. He couldn't control himself, and he would tear her away with just one move. She took him into her arms.

Jiang Weiren deliberately evaded his words, refusing to admit that he did it for her, but because he was afraid that she would feel guilty and make her feel more uncomfortable.

Everything he did for her was done willingly, without asking her to know, and without asking her to repay him.

But Yan Qing was not stupid. She was listening to Chen Min talk about what happened that year. As long as she stood in his position and thought about the powerful relationship, she would be able to understand the purpose of his crazy behavior.

She buried her head in his chest and tried her best to hold back, not wanting to reveal her vulnerability, but when she thought about what he would have faced if it wasn't a coincidence and Shizong ordered a thorough investigation.

He said that he had no relatives, no wife, and was alone, and he was not afraid of death.

But she was afraid, extremely afraid.

At that time, he was burdened with infamy, and even she had many misunderstandings about him. If he really died at that time, those misunderstandings would never be clarified, and she would never know what he had done for her.

After all, Yan Qing couldn't hold it back, so she buried herself in his chest and sobbed. All these years of grievances seemed to come to her mind at this moment, and she cried harder and harder, and her whole body was shaking slightly.

"Jiang Weiren," she choked while tugging on his robe, "you bastard!"

Knowing that she felt so uncomfortable because she thought of the dangers he faced in the past, he was naturally very relieved to see her caring about him so much, but she was crying like this Still, he couldn't help feeling sad.

Jiang Weiren sighed, held her face, looked into her watery eyes, and whispered: "Why are you crying? Everything is over. Look, wasn't I fine?"

He took the sleeve robe and went Wiping her tears, Yan Qing pushed her away in disgust, took out the silk from her arms and wiped her eyes.

"You fool," she sobbed with red eyes, "No one in the world is more stupid than you..."

"Yes," he replied softly, his eyes flickering on the lights in the palace, and he tilted his head to look at her, "Mother, Everything you say is right."

Yan Qing looked up and saw his smiling eyes, and couldn't help but give him a hard look when he heard his glib emphasis.

Naturally, she didn't know how much the waves in her eyes moved him.

There were still tears in her eyes, and his figure was reflected in her tears. The night was dark outside the palace, and the candlelight inside the palace was swaying. This moment was so quiet, as if the world was far away from them.

Jiang Weiren stepped forward and hugged her into his arms again. Yan Qing seemed to be tired and leaned on her shoulder without struggling.

It's so rare...

Jiang Weiren thought she would push him away. He thought of the past. Every time he got close, she looked fierce and said "unbridled" with a hint of anger. He thought she would be like this today, but he didn't know she was so obedient. He was simply flattered.

He didn't understand Yan Qing's inner struggle at this moment. His reason kept telling him to keep his distance and push him away at this moment, but there was a small voice in his heart, struggling, with pain, as if to say: "Just This time, let yourself stay in his arms, feel his temperature and smell his breath, just once..."

"Qingqing," he asked softly in her ear, "do you still care about me? Yes, right?"

His voice was very soft, as if he was carefully begging for a little charity from her.

Yan Qing did not dare to answer, she just buried her head in his lap without saying a word. After a while, she finally stood up and pushed him away.

"Jiang Weiren," she said in a low voice with a hoarse voice, "Why didn't we mention it in the past? Now, it's no longer possible for us..."

"Why is it impossible?" He looked at her with burning eyes, "In this world, things are so important. As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing I can't do."

Although his tone was light at the moment, his words carried the determination and perseverance that millions of people have done the same.

"But I have," Yan Qing avoided his gaze, "I can't be sorry for my identity, let alone...I'm sorry for the late emperor."

Jiang Weiren's pupils shrank, a hint of shock flashed in his eyes, and a hint of pain appeared on his lips. He smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "Sure enough... after all, they are all the late emperor."

He almost forgot that she had never belonged to him, she was someone else's wife.

Suddenly he remembered that in the 24th year of Chenghua, she was going to marry into the Royal Palace. He rode thousands of miles back to the Imperial Palace, not daring to rest for a moment, but it was still too late after all. He rode his horse and stopped outside the Royal Palace, separated by a door. , but it became the end of the world.

He walked aimlessly in the deserted streets. It rained heavily that night, as if even God wanted to extinguish the last remaining thoughts in his heart.

Later, he was transferred back to Beijing from Ganzhou. For the safety of the British Palace, he cut off contact with Zhao Chun until the prince died suddenly and Shizong fell into a coma. Zhao Chun summoned him to the British Palace to discuss countermeasures.

He could even clearly remember that night the maid came to bring hot soup to Zhao Chun and said: "Your Highness, this is the soup that the princess has stewed for you personally. In order to make this soup, the princess stayed in front of the stove for two whole days. At this time, the princess said that you have to watch you drink it."

He saw Zhao Chun laughing, with uncontrollable satisfaction and joy in his eyes, and said to the maid, "I told you not to stop me. Princess, don't you let her do this by herself?"

At that time, he was sitting in front of Zhao Chun, his heart was numb with pain, and he still pretended to be normal.

"Okay," Jiang Weiren suddenly held Yan Qing's shoulders and looked into her eyes, "Yan Qing, tell me clearly, do you feel gratitude or love between a man and a woman towards the late emperor?"

Yan Qing did not expect it. He would ask this and just look at him blankly, as if he didn't know how to answer.

"As long as you say that you love the late emperor as a man and a woman, and that there is no other person in your heart, then I will abide by my duty as a minister and will never do anything arrogant from now on."

Yan Qing opened her mouth, but then stopped. She didn't dare to tell the truth, let alone deceive herself.

Jiang Weiren seemed to be careless and said in her ear: "Don't you want me to get a wife? You were right that day. For the sake of my future, I should also ask for another wife."

Yan Qing's expression became more and more complex. The whiter he is, his hands are holding the cuffs of his sleeves, and even his knuckles are a little white.

Jiang Weiren continued, "It doesn't matter if we don't have a deep relationship at first. As long as we see each other day by day, over time, our love will grow old."

Suddenly she felt her hand tighten. It turned out that she was holding her wrist. She raised her head. , just looking at himself with wide eyes. Jiang Weiren's heart suddenly softened. Before he could speak, he saw her eyes blinking and tears sliding down her cheeks like beads.

Even Yan Qing didn't understand why he seemed to shed endless tears in front of him.

After all, he couldn't bear it, as if he had no choice, and finally sighed.

"Okay, I won't force you," Jiang Weiren stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, "It's just a lifetime, half of it has passed, I just keep waiting."

When the two of them walked outside the hall, they I noticed that it was snowing outside at this moment. When Sejong came to Hushan Palace to enjoy the snow scenery, he ordered thousands of red plum trees to be planted in the palace, and Yulang Pavilion was right in the center of the plum grove.

In the distance are plum trees stretching out, with slanting branches dotted with red flowers, and the branches are already covered with the color of snow.

"This red plum blossom reflecting the snow is a magnificent scene in Hushan. I have never seen it before." Jiang Weiren sighed in a low voice.

In fact, Yan Qing had never seen it before. She had been to Hushan once, but she had not come to Yulang Pavilion. She did not leave again, as if she was also attracted by the snowy scene in front of her.

But on such a night, even if there are strings of palace lanterns hanging under the eaves, they can't illuminate the thick night outside the palace, and how can you see the red plums hidden in the night clearly? snowflakes.

Jiang Weiren stood behind Yan Qing with a heavy gaze. Although he had never seen the red plum blossoms reflected in the snow in Yulang Pavilion, with her by his side, even watching an ordinary snow was a great sight.

It doesn't matter whether Hongmei can see or not, what he wants to see is just the person in front of him.

The two of them didn't speak, they just stood side by side under the eaves. The snow outside seemed to be falling harder and harder. The surroundings were extremely quiet, and it was as if they could hear the sound of falling snow.

But for them, it has been more than ten years waiting for such a quiet moment together.

How long is life, how many more decades can there be... It's just a fleeting moment, passing by in a hurry.

Tears welled up in Yan Qing's eyes again, but she blinked her eyes so that Jiang Weiren wouldn't see them again. She looked at the clumps of snow outside and suddenly had the illusion that she was looking back a hundred years ago.

When she turned around, she found that he was looking at her.

Jiang Weiren's heart was not sentimental at the moment. He had experienced ups and downs in his life, ups and downs in officialdom, and even several lives and deaths. He was not fearless. He was just an ordinary person who knew that wealth, honor and favor could all come to nothing in a blink of an eye.

The only thing he wants to keep is her.

How I wish that at this moment, they are already gray-haired, and how I wish that after many years, they could watch the snow side by side with her like this.

No matter how vast this world is, for him, as long as she is by his side, the rest of his life is enough.

On the second day, Zhen drove back to Luan, and Yan Qing also returned to the palace.

Apart from discussing matters at the Wende Hall, she rarely had the chance to meet Jiang Weiren. Even when they did, he did abide by his duties as a minister and exercise self-restraint and etiquette.

Winter turns to spring in the blink of an eye, but this year's spring seems destined to be uneventful.

This year's spring floods came more rapidly than any other year, especially in the Yangtze River. The river surged and washed away the dams in Qingyuan, Jiangling and other state capitals. Countless fertile fields were flooded and people were displaced. All of a sudden, More than 100,000 victims were left homeless.

The dykes in several state capitals along the Yangtze River had been reinforced last year, but they were destroyed by the first flood. Jiang Weiren didn't understand that the funds allocated by the imperial court for embankment reinforcement were embezzled by the officials below, and very few of them were actually used to strengthen the embankment.

He ordered the Metropolitan Procuratorate to conduct a strict investigation, but they found a few officials, but they were insignificant. There was still no result as to where the embezzled money had gone.

At this time, because all the state capitals closed their city gates to strictly prevent the influx of refugees, the refugees outside the city rioted. The governor of Huaizuo Road claimed that these refugees were rebels and directly sent troops to suppress them.

The disaster was already serious, and if another civil uprising was triggered, the consequences would be disastrous, so Jiang Weiren decided to rush to Huaizuo himself.

When he left, he first appeased the refugees. The disaster relief money allocated by the Ministry of Household Affairs and the treasury money from various vassals were used to relieve the victims first. After the refugees were resettled, officials at all levels were investigated and prosecuted.

He personally investigated and dealt with the case, and the officials involved in the case were arrested one after another. The case was almost completed and he would be able to return to Beijing soon.

At this moment, Zhao Yuan received an urgent message from Huai Zuo to the capital, and the chief assistant was assassinated.