Chapter 42: Let me feed you, okay?

These ministers knew that the current queen was the late emperor's concubine who had died long ago, and now she suddenly woke up. They all said that she was possessed by a demon and was a disaster that brought disaster to the country and the people. They jointly petitioned to execute the queen.

Qi Youan made decisive decisions on state affairs, but he lost his mind when it came to things related to Ye Wanwan. He was so angry that he didn't attend the morning court for several days, causing rumors.

"It's so boring to be an emperor." The young emperor buried his face in Ye Wanwan's neck, his voice muffled, with a bit of childish grievance.

"Although I am in the harem, I have heard about the affairs of the court. I know what is worrying your majesty. I have a plan that may help Ah You."

"Oh?" Qi Youan raised his eyes with a playful look in his eyes, "What do you think, Wanwan?"

"In fact, I just have a rare disease of rigor mortis, which is the same as pretending to be dead. If we can ask the Imperial Hospital to come forward to clarify, and then let the folk doctors spread it widely, there should be no more rumors." Ye Wanwan said slowly.

The emperor smiled when he heard this, and kissed the girl affectionately and said: "Wanwan and I are really in tune with each other."

Ye Wanwan felt the warm body temperature behind her, and looked at the long-lost cheerful smile of the young man, and felt that her heart was actually relaxed a lot.

"Miss." Qi Youan suddenly called the person in his arms like this, which surprised the girl.

He held her jade-like slender fingers and rubbed them carefully. "Miss, you don't like to get close to others. I am so lucky to hold you in my arms."

Ye Wanwan's heart skipped a beat. Before she could respond, she heard him ask faintly, "Has my brother ever held you like this?"

"No." The girl shook her head hurriedly.

Qi Youan's lips curled up with a smile, and the hand around her waist suddenly tightened, "If there was someone else on the throne today, would Wanwan let that person hold you in his arms?"

Ye Wanwan was obviously stumped by this inexplicable question, but she still shook her head and said seriously, "No, of course I only belong to Ah You."

Qi Youan was obviously not satisfied with this answer, and snorted coldly, "Liar, Wanwan is a liar."

Ye Wanwan didn't know how to coax people, so she had to smile back awkwardly.

Qi Youan knew that Ye Wanwan didn't like him. This woman liked Rong Zhenyan, Jiang Lingzhou, and Song Zhixiao, but she didn't like him. But that didn't matter. Now Wanwan was his wife and he was her only husband. The two were destined to stay with each other for life. Thinking of this, Qi Youan felt that his heart was boiling with unstoppable throbbing.

Ye Wanwan looked at the man in front of her, gloomy for a while, and then full of energy. She thought that he was really unpredictable. It was indeed "living with the emperor like living with a tiger".

...

Ye Wanwan taught Yu Shiyuan every day at noon. The child had always been respectful and punctual, but today he was late.

Good, he learned to stand people up at a young age. The girl's anger now was even greater than others saying that she was a demon concubine who brought disaster to the country. She immediately went to Qingming Palace to look for her.

"Oh! Prince, spare my life!" Suddenly, there was a wailing sound in the distance. After going around the bushes, she saw Yu Shiyuan's young face flushed red, staring at the two eunuchs kneeling in front of him and trembling.

"What happened?"

After seeing Ye Wanwan, the boy ran to her and grabbed her sleeve, but pursed his lips and said nothing. The girl glanced at the person on the ground: "What's going on?"

"Reporting to the Queen, I...please forgive me, please forgive me." Before he could say anything, a eunuch was already trembling and begging for mercy.

"It's him! He spread rumors about the Queen, and it has nothing to do with me." Another eunuch pointed at his colleague with tears, and when he raised his arm, he revealed purple and blue teeth marks. It was Yu Shimo who did it.

Ye Wanwan probably also understood the whole story of the matter and said: "Drag them away, give them fifty strokes of the cane, and expel them from the palace."

After the two eunuchs were dragged down, Ye Wanwan looked down at the boy who seemed to have done something wrong and asked softly: "Did you bite them?"

Yu Shimo just lowered his head and said nothing, which she thought was tacit consent.

Ye Wanwan lowered her head and looked at him at the same level: "But because they said I was a demon concubine who brought disaster to the country?"

"Sister is not." The boy suddenly raised his head and said.

Ye Wanwan smiled with relief, tapped his forehead with her jade finger and said: "Xiao Mo, the sharpness of teeth and teeth is not the right way. You should convince people with reason. Do you remember it?"

The boy nodded obediently.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Ye Wanwan couldn't help but overflow with maternal love. She held his face and rubbed it: "You don't want those teachers to teach you, why are you willing to let me teach you?"

Yu Shimo lowered his head again and said nothing. Ye Wanwan didn't want to embarrass this child with a rough life, so she took him back to the palace.

...

"Your Majesty, I have ordered people to deal with the rumors about the Queen, and at the same time, investigate the collusion of ministers in the court and record it in this memorial." Song Zhixiao presented the memorial respectfully.

The man on the throne read the memorial coldly. He knew that these ministers colluded secretly, formed their own factions, and undercurrents were surging. They used the rumors about the Queen to test the majesty of the emperor.

This matter not only concerns the reputation and safety of Ye Wanwan, but also the foundation of the country. Qi Youan was thinking in his heart.

"Your Majesty, the Queen has just woken up and is not feeling well. Rumors are spreading today. I suggest that the Queen avoid going out today to avoid trouble."

Qi Youan closed the memorial, supported his forehead, looked at the respectful minister in front of him with complicated and indifferent eyes, and expressed the doubts that had been in his heart for a long time: "I suddenly remembered that you said in the Imperial Garden that day that you had met the Queen once. Can you tell me in detail?" After speaking, Song Zhixiao felt the temperature in the palace drop suddenly, and his heart trembled.

"At that time, the late emperor held a palace banquet. I got lost when I entered the palace for the first time. I was fortunate to get the guidance of the Queen." Song Zhixiao lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

Qi Youan nodded slightly as if he believed his words. He stroked his ring thoughtfully and suddenly changed the subject: "As the saying goes, you should get married first and then establish your career. My dear minister, you are now old enough to get married. Do you have any plans to get married?"

"Your Majesty, I just want to assist Your Majesty in achieving great things. I have no plans to get married for the time being." Song Zhixiao bent his waist even lower and hurriedly evaded the question.

"Tsk." The emperor frowned slightly and uttered a sigh of relief. Obviously, he was not satisfied with this answer.

Song Zhixiao knelt down and begged with his head on the ground, saying, "I am devoted to the country and dare not be disturbed by private matters."

Seeing such determination in front of him, Qi Youan held his forehead to suppress the thoughts in his heart and waved his hand to let him leave.

Song Zhixiao breathed a sigh of relief when he walked out of the palace, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and hurried back to the house. He followed Qi Youan a year and a half ago. He admitted that Qi Youan's political talent was indeed the best choice for the king of a country. He was also willing to assist him for his whole life, but he didn't want to be manipulated in his children's private affairs and marry someone he didn't love at all.

He fixed his eyes on the medicine bottle on the table, holding it in his palm and rubbing it. The porcelain bottle had become smooth after his stroking for several days, as if it had become a habit for him.

The candlelight reflected the man's complex emotions. Since he was rescued by the girl that night, he thought about the person who was out of reach for him day and night. No one knew his sadness when he knew the news of Ye Wanwan's death, and no one knew his joy when he heard about the girl's "resurrection".

Even if she has become the queen, the two of them will never be together in this life. In this case, he will work hard to protect this piece of land and ensure that she will have no worries in this life to repay the grace of saving his life in the past.

......

After careful cultivation, Ye Wanwan's health has improved greatly, but Yun Ting saw that the young lady always sat alone by the window and looked at the autumn colors in the garden, with a confused look on her face. His Majesty has obviously rectified the rumors, and no one in the court dares to say anything bad about the young lady, so why is the young lady always unhappy, as

if she has something on her mind. "Miss, I will take you to the maple garden in the East Palace. Now the autumn colors are strong, and the whole garden is red, which is very beautiful." Faced with Yun Ting's cordial invitation, Ye Wanwan did not jump up with enthusiasm as usual, but leaned against the window and looked out thoughtfully.

"Miss, are you worried about Prince Yu?"

The girl shook her head and muttered, "How should I promote the development of the story?" In the original plot, Qi Youan was extremely indifferent to Ye Wanwan, without any friendship. He always suspected that she was a spy sent by Rongguo. After stabbing her to death with a sword, he realized that he had already had feelings for her and spent the rest of his life in infinite repentance.

But now Qi Youan is with her all day long, without any defense against her, what should she do?

Just when she had a headache, she turned her head and saw a branch full of pear fruits on one side, and turned back and said: "Do my father and mother know about my situation today?"

Yun Ting suddenly realized that the young lady was homesick, and smiled: "I have already told Madam in a letter, and Madam should have known it."

Ye Wanwan nodded and continued to look out the window in the same posture.

The colorful clouds dyed the horizon, but the girl remained unmoved like a sculpture.

Suddenly, it was pitch black in front of her. Ye Wanwan turned her head and smelled a familiar and reassuring fragrance. When she looked up, she saw the warm smile of the emperor: "You have been watching for so long, take a rest."

After that, he picked up the girl and came to the table. Looking at the table full of delicious food, Ye Wanwan swallowed her saliva and her stomach made a faint sound. She wanted to get rid of the emperor's confinement, but Qi Youan did not let go, but held her tightly in his arms.

The girl was forced to sit on his lap.

"Put me down." Ye Wanwan puffed up her cheeks and protested softly. But the emperor looked at her with an infatuated look and said, "No, can I feed you?"

The girl looked at him with resentment and refused.

Qi Youan wisely loosened his arms, and the girl was freed and sat back on the chair, but a force pulled her to the emperor's side, less than a fist away from him. The man rolled up his sleeves and lay on the table, coquettishly saying, "Then Wanwan, feed me."

Seeing that the girl was unmoved, the man continued, "You can feed a child who has nothing to do with you, but can't you feed your husband?"

Looking at this face that looked exactly like Li He but had a very different expression, Ye Wanwan was in a trance for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing and casually picked up a chopstick of food and handed it to the boy's mouth.

Qi Youan saw the girl's rare smile and thought he had made her laugh. He also curved his lips, held her hand and said, "Come with me to Yandu in a few days."

......

On the third day after Song Ci married Jiang Lingzhou, her husband returned to the military camp. He had been gone for more than a year. Although her life was comfortable and pleasant, just like before the marriage, she felt a little lonely.

Not only her, but many generals' wives felt the same way, so they often held banquets together to relieve boredom.

"My man has taken in another concubine and is about to turn this house into a brothel. I really envy Madam Jiang. Your husband doesn't take a concubine, and he is young and promising. He has a bright future in front of the emperor." At the banquet, the lady of the Zhang family cast an envious look at Song Ci.

"If he dares to take a concubine, I will break his legs!" Listening to Song Ci's convincing words, everyone couldn't help but cover their faces and chuckle.

"Next month we can go to the military camp to visit. I specially embroidered a pair of knee pads to bring to my husband. What have you prepared?" said the wife of the Zhang family.

"I specially prepared a large jar of pickled vegetables. My husband likes this." "I also prepared..." The women were discussing it, but Song Ci was stunned. Her slender fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the teacup, and then she knew that next month was the day for family visits.

They had not seen each other for more than a year, so of course they could not visit empty-handed. After the banquet, Song Ci wandered alone in the street. As Jiang Lingzhou's childhood sweetheart, she knew him better than anyone else - greedy and playful, but with the ambition to become a mighty general.

"All kinds of weapons, only this one!" A clerk in a weapons shop shouted at the door.

Song Ci's eyes lit up and he walked in with his skirt lifted. The shop was dim, and all kinds of weapons glowed coldly under the candlelight.

"Which is the most expensive weapon here?"

The shopkeeper's eyes flashed when he heard this, and he quickly took the elegantly dressed girl into the inner room. The wall was covered with various weapons, but Song Ci's eyes were attracted by a small dagger. The silver-shining blade and the ruby-encrusted handle sparkled in the candlelight.

"Miss, you have good eyesight!" The shopkeeper carefully took the dagger, "This thing is sharp and small, and it has a mechanism that can turn it into a long sword." He pressed the ruby lightly, and with a "clang" sound, the dagger instantly extended into a three-foot green blade.

Song Ci's eyes lit up and asked, "Can I engrave something on it?"

"Just at your command."

"Then engrave the word Song Ci."

On the day of the visit to the camp, the spring breeze was warm. Song Ci went to the military camp with other wives and was arranged in a tent prepared for family members. She sat upright by the bed, twisting her handkerchief with her fingers, her heart beating like a drum.

On the battlefield, Jiang Lingzhou was training soldiers. Sweat slid down his angular jaw, soaking his thin clothes, showing his youthful heroic figure.

"General, I heard that your wife is here too, don't you want to go and see her?"

Jiang Lingzhou took off his armor, wiped the sweat off his body and replied, "What's the hurry?" Then he put down the wet towel and walked out of the tent to the family camp.

Standing in front of the tent, Jiang Lingzhou took a deep breath and adjusted his clothes. The moment the curtain was opened, the bright spring light poured in, illuminating the beautiful figure sitting on the bed. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, and both of them tried hard to suppress their joy.

"It's been a long time since I last saw you. The general is more graceful than before." Song Ci specially wore a water-red skirt today, which made her skin look like snow. Seeing Jiang Lingzhou come in, she stood up with a smile in her eyes.

"It's so-so." Jiang Lingzhou couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth, walked up to the girl and hugged her with his strong arms, resting his chin on her shoulder, greedily sniffing the girl's fragrance.

"Jiang Lingzhou, what are you doing?" Song Ci blushed and hit him lightly.

"You are my wife now, can't you hug me?" Jiang Lingzhou not only did not let go, but hugged her tighter, with a hint of coquettishness in his voice. Song Ci had no choice but to let him hug her, but her cheeks were getting hotter and hotter.

As night fell, a bonfire was lit in the center of the military camp. The soldiers and their families who came to visit sat in a circle, drinking and chatting happily. Song Ci had never drunk alcohol before, and stared at the scarlet liquid in the glass curiously. She sniffed the pungent smell and couldn't help but frowned.

"This wine is very strong. One sip is enough for Miss Song to lie down for three days." Jiang Lingzhou joked in her ear.

"Who are you looking down on?" Song Ci snorted coldly, raised the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. The spicy taste spread in her throat. She quickly took the water handed by Jiang Lingzhou and drank it down. She ate a few more bites of food to barely relieve it.

But she still underestimated the power of the strong liquor. Soon, her cheeks flushed and she fell drunk on her husband.

"My wife is not drunk anymore. I'll take my leave first." Jiang Lingzhou picked up Song Ci and strode away amid the friendly laughter of everyone. He did not go back to his family's tent, but went straight to his own tent.

The candlelight flickered in the tent, and Jiang Lingzhou carefully placed Song Ci on the bed. The drunken girl's cheeks were rosy, her red lips slightly parted, and her breath was lightly scented with alcohol. Jiang Lingzhou squatted beside the bed, and couldn't help but reach out to stroke her hair, his eyes full of doting.

Just as he stood up, the person on the bed suddenly hugged his arm, opened his eyes in a daze, and asked softly: "Where are you going?"

The young man smiled and squatted back, whispering in her ear: "It's late at night and the dew is heavy, I'll get you a quilt."

"Don't leave!" Song Ci hugged him even harder, and Jiang Lingzhou was tickled by her cute appearance, and kissed her on the cheek.

"You... actually kissed me."

"You are my wife, can't you kiss me?" He was about to get up again, but was caught off guard by Song Ci's strong force and fell on the bed.

Before he could get up, Song Ci quickly wrapped around Jiang Lingzhou like an octopus, making him unable to move, and pressed his head on his chest.

Jiang Lingzhou smiled helplessly, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and a sharp dagger suddenly appeared in front of him, making the young man's eyes pop out of his head in fear.

"This is... for you..." Song Ci was still drunk, and he uttered a sentence in a daze, with a satisfied sweet smile on his face.

Jiang Lingzhou took the dagger and admired it carefully under the candlelight. Looking more carefully, the word "Song Ci" was engraved on the handle.

He laughed and thought: Who would engrave his name on something when giving it to someone?

"General, the training layout for tomorrow has been drawn. Can I go into the tent?" The soldier saw that the tent was brightly lit and knew that the general was inside.

"Wait... wait a minute!" Jiang Lingzhou couldn't let others see Song Ci's drunken appearance. He tried to pry open Song Ci's arms around his waist, but the drunk man was very strong and couldn't get away.

"Today is a busy day. I'll leave the map with you first. I'll go get it tomorrow." Jiang Lingzhou breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the footsteps going away.

Looking down, Song Ci had climbed on top of him without knowing when, holding his face with both hands, and looking at him with drunken eyes: "Jiang Lingzhou, how come you are so pretty."

"I can't let you touch alcohol in the future."

"Who do you want to touch? Who is Jiuer?" Song Ci suddenly changed her face and pinched the man's face hard.

"Ouch, ouch, aunt." Jiang Lingzhou grimaced in pain and finally pulled her hand away.

Without waiting for Jiang Lingzhou to explain, the girl fell asleep on his chest again. The young man felt the fragrance and softness on his body, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

His own wife can only spoil him.

...

Ye Wanwan originally thought that this was a private visit in disguise, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful and brought a lot of people with him. In addition to the imperial guards and envoys, there was also Song Zhixiao.

Ye Wanwan was forced to ride in a carriage with Qi Youan. The emperor's carriage was spacious, but the girl felt extremely crowded and stuffy. The arms restrained around her waist kept getting stronger. She was sitting astride the emperor's legs, and the man's head was buried in her chest.

After ascending the throne, Qi Youan realized that the previous emperor was not incompetent in government affairs, but simply abandoned his career. There were countless messes waiting for him to clean up, and he had no rest all day. Only in the girl's arms, smelling her soothing body fragrance, did Qi Youan seem to get a little relaxation.

Seeing that the man seemed to be asleep, the girl moved slightly to relieve her back pain, and gently stroked his hair, not daring to make big movements for fear of disturbing him.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Embassy is ahead." The Imperial Embassy is a place for the royal family to rest when they go out, equivalent to a royal inn.

The man who had been resting with his eyes closed opened his sleepy eyes upon hearing this, and when he looked up, he met Ye Wanwan's bright eyes. He smiled and kissed her soft red lips, and said gently: "Wanwan, do you need me to carry you out of the car?"

"No, no." Ye Wanwan jumped off the carriage swiftly, as if there was a flood and beast behind her.

"Your humble servant pays his respects to the Queen." Song Zhixiao saluted respectfully, and Ye Wanwan nodded slightly and smiled politely in return. Qi Youan half bent over and lifted the curtain at this time, and his eyes narrowed slightly when he saw this scene.

Although Yandu is a huge capital, most of it is grasslands and mountains, and tiled buildings only account for a small part. Unlike the prosperous scene of Huaizhou, Yandu is mostly low-rise buildings with simple earth colors.

The people also wear linen. Perhaps because most of them make a living from farming, most of them have bronze skin, but there are many vendors on the streets, which is quite a lively scene.